Chapter 132(Orphan)
Slaaneshi sorceress Mrs Violet Sevenson blazed with power as she deliberately resisted the urge to attack her husband Franklin yet again for his bigotry against their egg.
The warp glowed bright pink around her head, terrible deadly powers hers to command.
Franklin cowered back out of Violet's crude nest, his penis still poking out of his fly from Violet sucking it just moments ago before his disgusting thoughts offended her.
Violet was naked as ever, to this day still obedient to her master's desire to keep her naked in his home for his pleasure, and was sitting in her nest keeping her egg warm, rarely leaving the nest for more than a few minutes at a time, and only to wash herself and toilet.
Violet was still the same Slaanesh worshipping kinky slut she had always been, and was still sexually submissive to her master and his nuns, but he just kept enraging her maternal instincts with his vile racism against their egg!
Violet wanted to be a good slut for her Master, she really did, but she just couldn't help herself when it came to her egg. Franklin had to learn to stop being a rabidly bigoted ass hole towards their children if he wanted Violet to be her usual highly submissive self.
The huge neophyte Franklin was fully clothed in a brutal Night Lord scout uniform, and armed with a huge blade scabbarded at his belt, just a massive muscle bound killing machine. Normally Violet would be very afraid of someone so dangerous being near her precious egg, but she didn't fear him harming the egg. Franklin had deliberately gotten the Matriarch to order him to be incapable of harming their egg in an effort to appease Violet, and this alone made Violet let him even touch her, but she still got deeply offended by any hateful thoughts towards her egg.
Franklin was even now apologising and trying to make peace, his eyes glued to her naked breasts. Franklin wasn't actually genuinely sorry at all, he was just horny and wanted Violet to continue sucking his dick, even without her psychic powers Franklin's intentions were obvious.
Violet frowned, feeling a painful dichotomy. She was deeply protective of her egg and felt as offended as any mother would be to hear her newborn being hatefully insulted. But on the other hand she was deeply sexually attracted to her Master and wanted to be fucked and dominated by him.
Violet was wet and horny, but her maternal feelings came first, deeply offended by his thoughts.
"I can't hurt our egg", Franklin reminded her.
Violet cocked her head at these words, her instincts knowing this to be true, and calmed slightly.
Franklin hesitantly approached, his mind kept blank, and Violet's psychic powers calmed down in grudging acceptance, her head no longer glowing.
Violet opened her mouth obediently for her Master, and he gratefully put his penis inside it.
Violet sucked her Master like a good submissive slut, and did not resist as he deep throated her, filling her mouth and throat with the delicious masculine taste of clean penis.
Violet thought prayers of worship to Slaanesh as she indulged her lust of sucking cock, closing her eyes cautiously in bliss as her passions raised.
Violet's psychic powers were on high alert with an egg to protect, scanning the room and entire surroundings with her witch senses even as her physical eyes were closed in pleasure.
To her witch senses this entire building was a dazzling inferno of pink Slaanesh flavoured warp energy from the massive fetish choir of Slaaneshi tickle slaves, the power so extreme that it was like a blinding pink glare to the psychically attuned. This pink glare made it hard to see the dim glows of anything else in the building, mortal souls and even daemons barely visible in this inferno of pink light, but the pink glare also provided surprising protection.
The huge fetish choir of tens of thousands of utterly kinky and fanatical Slaanesh worshipping tickle slaves, all being tickled as hard as physically possible around the clock in rotating shifts 16 hours a day to feed their insatiable tickle fetish masochism, was designed to feed Slaanesh with extreme amounts of Slaanesh flavoured warp power, like a giant teat gushing out excessive rich milk for the god of lust to feed upon.
This localised inferno of Slaanesh energy was extremely safe for Slaanesh worshipping psykers like Violet to reside in, keeping her exceptionally safe from the perils of the warp so long as Slaanesh was happy with Violet. Slaanesh was currently happy with Violet, meaning that no Slaanesh daemons would attack her mind, and this never ending explosion of Slaanesh energy was quite suffocating to any non-Slaanesh daemons, the warp so saturated with this single flavour of energy that the other warp flavours on which other daemons fed were pushed away by this continuous tempest, suffocating the never-born before they could reach Violet's brain to attack her.
Even Violet's mother TigerLily herself could only sustain herself here in this building because Slaanesh deliberately allowed her to enter the building, and even with Slaanesh himself deliberately helping TigerLily "breathe", TigerLily could barely maintain herself for any length of time inside the tickle slave fetish choir dungeons themselves, and was forced to stick to the non-fetish choir dungeon parts of the building to actually sustain herself long term.
TigerLily was insanely powerful, but even she could only endure in this building because she was Daddy Luke's wife and a member of the Sevenson family, therefore being considered an invited guest and ally by Slaanesh. Had Slaanesh not welcomed TigerLily inside this place, then even TigerLily would be powerless to sustain herself for even a few seconds in any part of this building while the fetish choir was being tickled. No uninvited daemon of any god but Slaanesh could endure this building, not even undivided daemons as these also needed the flavours of all the other chaos gods to survive.
Violet and her egg feared no daemon in this building as long as those tickle slaves kept laughing around the clock, and she could use her psychic powers to the maximum without fearing the perils of the warp.
Violet groaned in lust as she sucked the delicious cock stuffing her throat, her psychic powers alert but not alarmed by anything.
Franklin's mind was filled with pleasure and lust towards Violet, lust by the bucketload but also intense romantic love. Franklin genuinely loved Violet, she was his lawfully wedded wife, the only outlet for his lust that was not considered sinful, he cherished her second only to his nuns.
The egg was currently hidden from view under Violet's naked thighs, the nest carefully designed so that the bottom had a deep hole for the egg to occupy with only the top poking out to be warmed by the bottom of her thighs. With the egg out of sight Franklin wasn't even thinking about it, his mind completely focused on his lust for Violet sucking his dick.
Violet approved of this admirable holy lust, and rewarded it with even better oral to pleasure her Master.
Franklin moaned and growled like a beast, and Violet's stomach was inseminated in a series of spurts.
Violet attempted to stop sucking her Master, but he grabbed her feathers at the back of her head in a big handful and forced her head against his penis, continuing to fuck her throat.
Violet tried unsuccessfully to smile with a mouthful of dick, and just kept giving him oral, losing herself in blissful submissive lust.
Violet calmed right down and entered a state of "lust meditation", a highly horny type of meditation used by Slaanesh worshipping psykers, and just praised Slaanesh in silent meditation as she sucked her Master.
As long as Franklin thought nothing negative about their egg, Violet was enthusiastically sexually receptive towards him in the absolute extreme, welcoming his cock inside her for even hours at a time. This right now was nice, no bigotry, just sacred lust between Master and submissive.
Violet's highly psychic mind floated in blissful meditation, her physical pussy dribbling lubricating fluid from her extreme lust. Violet was not experiencing any vaginal stimulation, but for a submissive like her even just performing oral sex on her Master gave her an intense submissive pleasure.
Her mind floated deeper and deeper into her lust meditation, and new secrets of Slaanesh sorcery came to her as she meditated in deep worship of her god.
Violet felt so connected, she could feel the exquisite suffering of the tickle slaves slowly being tickled to death over hundreds of cruel drawn out years, could feel the lust of the mortals who raped and abused them, could feel the irredeemably evil sadistic lust of the titillatrices tickling them, all playing their part in blasting energy into the warp to feed Slaanesh.
More than just that, Violet could sense the growing power and favour of Mummy Wendy, and could sense the growing potential daemon princess that Mummy Wendy might one day be, the daemonic potential slumbering and being nurtured, possibly never awaking but for now a potential fate.
This fetish choir was so quintessentially flavoured by Mummy Wendy and Mummy Octavia, linked to them both despite Mummy Octavia being blissfully unaware of her own benefit from this fetish choir. Mummy Wendy and Mummy Octavia were infamous tickle freaks, it was their most iconic fetish. For her entire childhood Violet had watched the pair of them engage in this fetish, had seen Mummy Wendy piss everywhere in bondage as Mummy Octavia tickled her to the point of abuse, had seen Mummy Octavia getting a taste of the same till she vomited and shitted herself.
The lesbian couple were complete freaks with their chosen fetish, taking a bizarre thing that most people would not even think about, and taking it to such extreme and abusive extremes that it was utterly obscene. Slaanesh worshippers in general were well known for taking a normally harmless fetish and taking it to the point of insanity. Many normal lesbian couples might tie up and tickle each other during sex as a kink, but ONLY Slaanesh worshippers were depraved enough to take this harmless kink and extend it so OBSCENELY, as to make a massive lesbian tickle dungeon where tens of thousands of slave women were slowly tickled to death over hundreds of years!
Mummy Wendy might seem to get all the credit and benefits from the fetish choir, but this was just another lie to hapless stupid Mummy Octavia. In reality Mummy Wendy fully intended to enter daemon-hood with Mummy Octavia at her side as a fellow daemon princess, without ever feeling the need to inform Octavia of this fact.
Mummy Octavia was blissfully unaware of the daemonic entity that was slowly taking shape inside her soul, the potential future daemon princess that was intended to ascend to immortality at the exact same moment as Mummy Wendy, so that the pair of wives could enter the ascension together as daemon princesses married to each other for eternity.
Violet and the other few people who knew this plan did not have the heart to tell Mummy Octavia. Violet could just imagine how angry the new born daemon princess Octavia would be with the new born daemon princess Wendy if they ascended together, Mummy Octavia would beat Mummy Wendy black and blue with daemonic bruises and tickle her half insane.
Poor Daddy Adolf would be left with Mummy Belzevelle as his sole mortal "wife", with a pair of massive Slaanesh daemon princesses replacing Mummy Wendy and Mummy Octavia. Daddy Adolf would adapt, he always did adapt to crazy shit in his life, but it would certainly be a huge shock for him.
Then again, it might never happen. The chaos gods were infamously fickle in their favour, such things were impossible to accurately predict. Even if they ascended, it might take centuries more before Slaanesh decided on a whim to grant such a gift, especially as Mummy Wendy was trying to calibrate the rituals so that both of them ascended at the same time if one of them ascended.
Violet chuckled silently to herself, everyone was so ambitious to be a daemon, and Mummy Octavia who had no ambition of any kind might end up getting this gift she didn't even want. Mummy Octavia just wanted to go to a nice fun tickling hell with the other tickle slaves when she died, she probably wouldn't appreciate becoming a daemon princess if Mummy Wendy actually pulled it off.
Violet herself had no real ambition of becoming a daemon princess one day, it was a dangerous journey that the vast majority failed at. Violet was nowhere near as cunning or competent as TigerLily or Wendy, and didn't have the sexual prowess and lust of Octavia. Violet was a good necromancer but was not otherwise remarkable or above average, she was very unlikely to even become a chosen let alone a champion or daemon princess.
Violet would go to the Slaanesh hells when she died, and spend eternity in orgasmic pleasure and exquisite torture, fucked and tortured by daemonettes for all eternity, her pleasure eternally set to the maximum level but her soul never acclimatising to the pleasure, like the ultimate pleasure high that never ever dulls for all eternity, just forever at the peak of the hardest orgasm imaginable, without fatigue or boredom or any lack of lust, just forever living in that ultimate sweet spot of perfect pleasure forever!
Violet sucked Master's dick harder just thinking about her orgasmic afterlife, fountaining wet.
Slaanesh was the perfect god for those completely consumed by lust and desire, for those whose desire for something completely exceeded their desire for dignity or moderation, the ultimate god for those willing to fuck until they died of exhaustion or indulge a fetish to the point of madness. Slaanesh certainly wasn't the god for everyone, but for people like Violet Slaanesh was absolutely perfect.
Violet felt a warm buzz of contentment in her slutty heart at this thought, joyfully sucking the cock in her mouth, basking in glorious lust.
Franklin had climaxed several times by now, but Violet's stomach was still not full, digesting the cum faster than it could fill her.
Violet's eyes were still closed as she passionately sucked her Master, meditating blissfully in her lust.
Franklin's thoughts were changing now, he wanted to fuck her pussy.
Violet shook her head over his cock, concerned about their egg.
Franklin's mind became angry, he didn't like her using telepathy and he most especially didn't like her telling him no.
Violet was unmoved, but did suck harder to try to offer him some compensation.
Franklin pulled his penis from her mouth and roughly manhandled her body into a position he could fuck, laying her back on top of the egg very gently, the Matriarch's orders forbidding him from harming their egg in any way.
Violet was alarmed, feeling the hard egg top press into her spine, but Franklin was being extremely gentle so that the egg wasn't crushed, supporting both their weight as he gently fucked her pussy.
Violet relaxed very slightly, their egg still apparently perfectly safe, and she reluctantly surrendered into her Master's lustful thrusts.
Violet's mutant body was completely infertile until her current egg hatched, the pheromones and psychic emanations of her egg pausing her usual fertility, and she enjoyed her unprotected penetration without fear of additional pregnancy.
Franklin was still growing, his penis still not as big as it would eventually get, but it was still just big enough to satisfy Violet's highly stretched experienced pussy, giving her pleasure.
Violet gasped and groaned as her Master tenderly fucked her, feeling his love and tenderness for her with every thrust. This was nice, the first time it had been nice since she laid her egg, she actually felt loved and cherished right now, she felt safe.
Violet clung tenderly to her Master as he fucked her with extreme love and affection, feeling herself bond with him, feeling the earlier hostility lessen with each loving thrust.
"I love Violet so much", Franklin's mind thought, easily heard by her telepathic powers.
Violet felt a thrill of romantic tenderness at this thought, becoming calmer and more submissive, feeling so loved.
"I love you wife", Franklin told her out loud, making her heart melt with romance.
"I love you too Master", Violet replied softly, in between her little gasps from his thrusts.
The tender love making continued, making Violet feel wonderfully cherished.
Things had been so horrible lately, it was just nice to have things feel good for a change.
***…
Titillation the daemonette was bored and frustrated, bound as always into the fabric of a long pink synthetic feather that the mortals called "Titillation the daemon feather".
Titillation looked at her beloved owner, Mistress Octavia Antony Sevenson, hoping to drink Mistress Octavia's wonderful laughter again, but feeling so frustrated right now.
Mistress Octavia was currently wearing a full body, vacuum sealed, skin tight black latex gimp suit that covered everything except her head, neck, vagina and anus, complete with skin tight gloves and even foot gloves!
Even worse, Mistress Octavia was wearing black latex panties over her gimp suit to protect her vagina and anus, and was wearing a black latex fetish gas mask that covered her entire head and neck!
Mistress Octavia was currently walking through the massive tower building she and her wife Wendy both owned together, playfully swinging Titillation around and periodically holding the feather to her latex covered skin, frustratingly keeping her bare skin protected from Titillation!
Titillation was not sure where Mistress Octavia was going, she seemed to be wandering aimlessly down a stairwell, alone and not having spoken to anyone about where she was going.
Another Security Guardsman appeared in the stairway around the next bend, and Titillation gazed hopefully, noting every patch of bare skin on his body, hungrily desiring his laughter.
The Security Guardsman noticed the supernatural distortion of Titillation, recognising the daemonic torture implement instantly, and he immediately fled the other way, escaping into a doorway!
Titillation pouted glumly, craving tortured laughter. The mortals all knew Titillation by reputation, knew that the touch of that feather could literally tickle a mortal insane in mere minutes if they lacked proper faith in Slaanesh, and they were afraid.
Mistress Octavia wrapped Titillation all around her perfect latex clad body, taunting Titillation terribly!
"Your frustration is exquisite Sister", the daemonette called "The Eternal Slave" purred psychically from the daemonic wedding ring on Mistress Octavia's finger under the latex gloves.
"At least one of us gets pleasure from it Sister", Titillation psychically replied to her sister The Eternal Slave.
"Alas, sadistic observation and vicarious pleasure are all I have Sister, do not resent my pleasure at your frustration", The Eternal Slave said musingly.
"I do not resent you Sister, please enjoy my frustration in offering to Blessed Slaanesh", Titillation promised her sister happily.
Mistress Octavia was still taunting Titillation sadistically with frustration, but Titillation was not resentful, and was genuinely pleased that The Eternal Slave was enjoying her frustration.
Titillation was one of six daemonettes created from dark Eldar soul stuff by the Slaanesh sorceresses Violet and Hyacinth and bound into items. On that day, the pair of sorceresses had demonised one whip with the daemonette named "Torment", one feather with Titillation, and four rings with the daemonettes "The Chaste Submissive Husband", "Freedom in Submission", "The Loving Dominatrix", and "The Eternal Slave". Six sisters born of soul stuff and imbued with consciousness and sentience.
The six sisters were in constant contact with each other, communicating with each other at every opportunity. They were dear sisters, and even more they were friends.
Being trapped from birth inside a physical object was rather lonely for any daemon, and many daemons went insane from such confinement, especially those that had once enjoyed freedom in the warp. Titillation was very lucky to have her five sisters to talk to from birth, the six items psychically linked together from the start, all of them intimately linked.
Titillation and her sisters were in constant conversation to pass the time, forever calling to each other and sharing gossip and news. Even Wendy herself didn't know all of the gossip that these sisters shared, the rings in particular saw and heard everything, even secret scheming between various consorts that Wendy didn't know about.
Titillation was a tickler as her singular purpose of creation, the two sorceresses had designed Titillation to perform only one purpose in life, and had made her as good at this purpose as possible. Her entire personhood desired to tickle anyone her feather touched as hard as supernaturally possible without pity or mercy, and to never stop tickling her victims for as long as her feather touched them, not even if she drove them completely insane with torment, only stopping short of killing her victims as her one programmed safety stipulation.
Titillation was sadistic in her singular purpose, but she was, (surprisingly), not actually evil, merely following her programming with no choice in the matter. Titillation was the property of Mistress Octavia and was programmed to see Mistress Octavia as her master. Daemon "weapons" programmed to serve a specific mortal master tended to grow to resemble their owner in personality traits, and Titillation was gradually becoming more and more like Mistress Octavia in temperament, even to the point of valuing kindness.
Titillation was not kind to any tickling victim, not kind in that regard, but she could be kind in other ways, especially kind to her Sisters, encouraging them when they were sad, speaking to them when they were feeling lonely. Titillation was the kindest of the sisters, the one the others sought out when they desired compassion.
"I am so wretchedly bored Sisters!", The Chaste Submissive Husband complained long distance from the ring on Adolf's finger.
The poor Chaste Submissive Husband was almost always bored out of her mind, being stuck on the finger of an Emperor worshipping man that never did anything particularly exciting. The Sisters liked Adolf the least of the group marriage, he was the least perverted member and was the least compatible with Slaanesh worship. The Sisters tolerated him as a submissive plaything that remained passive as the women did interesting things to him, boring but tolerable.
"My owner said his safe word today!", The Chaste Submissive Husband wept in wretched boredom.
Titillation and The Eternal Slave soothed their poor sister, as did Torment and The Loving Dominatrix and Freedom in Submission, they all felt so sorry for their poor long suffering sister.
The Chaste Submissive Husband wept bitter tears, describing the boring antics of her owner to the others. Daemonettes desired excitement and pleasure and debauchery, watching someone use their safe word and then spend the day resting was utterly intolerable to their kind!
Titillation was about to offer more compassionate empathy to her distant sister, but Mistress Octavia had just turned a bend in the stairs to encounter a noise marine climbing the stairs in the other direction!
Titillation became alert instantly, yearning with sadism to tickle this victim. The noise marine had no helmet, his face bare, with huge tympanic membranes in the side of his head covered by a surprisingly wide grate, his mouth normally human for a change.
Mistress Octavia took off her panties in one fluid motion, exposing her lower holes in the gaps in her gimp suit invitingly.
The noise marine smiled lustfully and removed his groin plate to expose a massive erection, accepting the offer of sex without either saying a word.
The noise marine entered Mistress Octavia's lust aura, and hurled himself on her, penetrating her vagina immediately.
Mistress Octavia moaned brazenly in her fetish gas mask, and moved Titillation to the grate covering the noise marine's tympanic membrane!
Titillation smiled in cruel delight, Mistress Octavia was targeting the most sensitive spot of any noise marine's body, the insanely sensitive tympanic membrane!
Titillation slid between the grates, and her fronds made contact with the tympanic membrane. Without a moment of hesitation, Titillation put her maximum tickling power into the tympanic membrane, and the result was instantaneous.
Tickling worse than anything engulfed an ear drum more sensitive than anything, blasting agonising sensory overload into the normally jaded brain of the noise marine like a blast of electricity. The noise marine screamed as his brain for once encountered a sensation that was too extreme even for this jaded old pervert, nearly driving him insane.
The noise marine orgasmed instantaneously as Titillation continued to discharge impossibly potent supernatural torture into his tympanic membrane, his sanity stretched to near breaking point.
Then suddenly it was over!
The noise marine ran away to preserve his sanity, penis shooting cum all over the walls and floor of the stairwell as he fled away screaming!
Mistress Octavia was left blinking with a pussy full of semen, seemingly unable to believe that Titillation was potent enough to actually break a noise marine like that.
"That was fantastic Sister!", The Eternal Slave laughed in delight from Mistress Octavia's ring.
Titillation grinned proudly in triumph, that had indeed been delectable.
Mistress Octavia was continuing now, and entered a fetish choir dungeon full of hysterically laughing naked tickle slaves, titillatrices, and huge numbers of noise marines and similar Slaanesh worshippers who didn't belong in this building usually.
Titillation gazed greedily all around, so many victims everywhere!
Mistress Octavia immediately walked over to the nearest tickle slave shrieking with laughter in strict bondage as a pair of titillatrices tickled her all over!
Titillation was so excited!
Mistress Octavia stroked Titillation across the bare ribs of one of the titillatrices rather than the tickle slave!
Titillation didn't care, a victim was a victim, and put her maximum power into the titillatrix.
The titillatrix screamed with tormented laughter, but didn't even pause in tickling the tickle slave, nor try to defend herself in any way, simply pleasured by the extreme sensation.
Mistress Octavia stroked both titillatrices all over with Titillation, eliciting screaming laughter, but not actually bothering the titillatrices, only giving them orgasmic pleasure as Titillation brutally tortured them with maximum power.
Mistress Octavia then stroked Titillation all over the bound naked tickle slave, and Titillation sadistically tortured the girl.
The tickle slave shrieked piercingly in an unbroken scream of tortured laughter, and piss and shit exploded out of her lower holes, joined a few moments later by projectile vomiting from her mouth.
Mistress Octavia just kept tickling the young woman with Titillation, making her heavily vent every opening she had until she was puking up blood…
Mistress Octavia pulled away Titillation worriedly as the girl spat blood everywhere, she looked really sick…
"Why did you stop Mistress Octavia?, That was perfect!", the blood puking tickle slave complained.
"Please be gentle with our plaything, she won't last centuries if you tickle her too hard, it is an art form to draw out the death by tickling for as long as possible to make especially cruel sport," the titillatrices requested Mistress Octavia respectfully.
Mistress Octavia nodded, and moved to a fresh tickle slave, and Titillation grinned maniacally, ready to go berserk in this wonderful dungeon!
***…
Noise marines were fleeing the fetish choir dungeon for the sake of their horrifically tickled tympanic membranes, hands held defensively over their ear grates.
Emperors Children Noise Marine Michelangelo Dior was himself running away with the rest, his tympanic membranes screaming with genuine torment for one of the first times in thousands of years!
Michelangelo wept as the lingering horrific tickle from Octavia Sevenson's daemon feather remained in his tympanic membrane with aggravating intensity, desperate to be scratched. But the tympanic membranes could NOT be scratched, they must NEVER be scratched!
The noise marines had all foolishly consented to let Octavia Sevenson very softly tickle their tympanic membranes during sex, all of them usually finding their tympanic membranes to be their most powerful erogenous zone. They had seen others flee away after a brief tympanic tickle, and had simply imagined them to be weak, and one by one everyone had tried to experience the stimulation.
The Slaanesh chaos champions and chosen had endured, fucking Octavia to completion without trying to flee, simply laughing hard, but the poor common noise marines just couldn't endure that horrible daemon feather to their tympanic membranes.
Michelangelo felt an exquisite sense of shame and humiliation as he fled away from a harmless woman with a feather, drawing deep pleasure from the extreme new emotions of his pride being broken. This was exceptionally rare for a noise marine to actually flee from any torture, and was a testament to the terrible power of that daemon feather.
Michelangelo cried his eyes out as the horrible itchy tickle lingered in his ear drum, wetting himself heavily and soiling himself in his armour, almost driven insane.
Octavia Sevenson was still enthusiastically coupling with more new fools who didn't know the ghastly horror that awaited their tympanic membranes, none but the chosen and champions lasting more than ten seconds of the tympanic torture before fleeing away in tears.
Michelangelo and the other humiliated noise marines rallied before they could completely flee the dungeon level, steadily joined by more broken noise marines in an ever growing group near the stairwell entrance. They gazed at the latex clad Octavia with complete awe, terrified of her feather but strangely desiring another turn of the extreme sensation that had defeated them.
Some of the noise marines were even now returning to Octavia, offering their ears to her as they penetrated her a second time.
The sadistic Octavia was all too happy to oblige them, and stroked the daemon feather through the grates over their tympanic membranes again, eliciting chilling screams of torment and making them instantly flee once again.
This situation was crazy, Octavia was systematically breaking every common noise marine without fail, but they just kept crawling back for more like true sensation addicts, no matter how many times they were humiliated.
Michelangelo himself was yearning for another turn as the lingering torment in his tympanic membrane faded. He knew it would torture him, he knew he would hate it, but his jaded brain craved new extremes like a drug, even extremes that he could not endure.
Sick with adrenaline Michelangelo returned to Octavia for another turn, unable to help himself.
The exquisite latex clad female body turned to welcome him, the vacuum sealed skin tight black latex showing her gigantic breasts and perfect erect nipples in delectable detail. The gas mask hid her face from view, but her body was so sexy that this didn't matter.
Octavia used two black latex clad fingers to spread open her cum filled vagina in a gap in the latex, the other hand holding up the supernaturally distorted pink daemon feather.
Michelangelo gulped but approached with sick desire, instantly caught in her lust aura and fucking the delicious woman.
The feather found his ear grate immediately, and the fronds slid through to softly caress over his absurdly sensitive tympanic membrane!
Tickling worse than mortal speech could ever describe exploded through his tympanic membrane, the gentle caress of the fronds sounding as loud as an atomic blast as they vibrated the tight membrane. Screaming sensory overload seemed to travel down his ear and into his brain, almost causing a seizure as his sensory system went haywire.
Michelangelo screamed as his brain overloaded, his sanity stretched to near breaking point, and he couldn't endure it.
Michelangelo fled for his sanity, weeping uncontrollably in torment and sensory overload.
He rallied once again, bawling hysterically from the residual torment in his tympanic membrane, but then found himself returning for more as soon as he recovered, caught in a loop of sensation addiction.
Octavia Sevenson seemed all too happy to oblige.
***…
Maya Janowska the tickle slave was deeply amused as she hung in bondage laughing hysterically from the titillatrices, watching the stupid noise marines getting themselves trapped in an impasse of sensory overload addiction. They were so silly.
Maya was restrained in the sacred sixth floor dungeon that was her home, minding her own business enjoying her wonderful colour being tickled 16 hours a day like she always was, completely happy now.
The horrors of her life out of bondage were over now, but they had deeply traumatised her, and almost every night she had terrible nightmares about being released from bondage yet again, traumatic nightmares about sitting for hours at a line of sandbags and made to carry an impossibly heavy las carbine, as horrible rippers tried to eat her!
Maya screamed herself awake several times a night from her terrible traumatic nightmares, and was always instantly comforted to wake up to find herself in comforting bondage in the wonderful laughter filled dungeon, reassuring her that it was all a dream. The bondage in this dungeon was deeply comforting, she felt so safe in her chains, and the comfort of her restrained imprisonment always soothed her back to sleep very quickly.
Maya was tired from her constant broken sleep, but she feared sleep, that time of traumatic nightmares. But even worse than sleep time was the 6 minutes a day out of bondage!
At the same time each day, Maya was unchained for 6 minutes to maintain the ability to use her limbs. Before the tyranid war this time out of bondage had been a time of deep worship and joy, but now it was traumatising for poor Maya.
Maya now had a full blown weeping panic attack every day during her 6 minutes out of bondage, her traumatised mind fearing that she wouldn't be returned to her chains, fearing another long period of black and white nothingness of crushing numbness and depression and fearing for her safety. She had to be dragged kicking and screaming from her chains, and she cried the entire 6 minutes until she was chained up again.
Maya wasn't the only tickle slave who had a meltdown during her 6 minutes out of bondage, almost all of the tickle slaves were deeply traumatised from the tyranid war and had complete panic attacks every second they were out of bondage.
Few of the tickle slaves slept properly, most of them screaming themselves awake from nightmares about their long time out of bondage, babbling in their sleep to be rescued from tyranids or returned to their chains. The girls were all extremely fucked up by their recent ordeal and would possibly need years to fully recover from their trauma.
Maya right now was enjoying a pair of titillatrices, one on her armpits and one on her feet, laughing hysterically from the tickling and loving every moment of it. Her mind was filled with wonderful colour, thinking fanatical praises to Blessed Slaanesh. She felt so safe and secure and happy during this 16 hour period each day.
"Those noise marines are so silly", Maya giggled to her titillatrices through her heavy laughter.
The titillatrices laughed cruelly and nodded in agreement.
"Their suffering and addiction is exquisite", the titillatrix on Maya's armpits laughed cruelly.
Maya just laughed hysterically for a while as she was tickled, watching the noise marines with amusement. Hundreds of them were trying to endure Mistress Octavia now, being broken instantly, running away, but then returning for more as soon as they recovered. They really were stupid.
"Did you hear that Giggle Worm got engaged?", the titillatrix on Maya's feet gossiped conversationally.
Maya gasped in shock through her eternal laughter!
"She did?!, Already?!," Maya exclaimed between her laughter.
The titillatrix at Maya's feet nodded enthusiastically.
"Who to?!, Details DETAILS!", Maya laughed.
"To one of the mad girls, Olga Kosmatka, they are engaged," the feet titillatrix gossiped happily.
"That is so wonderful!, I'm happy for them," Maya laughed happily.
"You gossip too much sister," the armpit titillatrix chided amusedly, not actually reprimanding but said playfully.
"When is the wedding?", Maya pressed for details.
"I am not sure, I somehow doubt we are invited," the feet titillatrix chuckled.
"It's not like I can attend weddings from my chains anyway, I am just curious," Maya laughed hysterically.
Maya just kept laughing for a while, the titillatrices going silent.
"I kind of miss seeing weddings, it's a pity no weddings are ever held here in the dungeon," Maya mused between her heavy laughter.
The titillatrices both laughed at this suggestion.
"No one would hear the vows, too much laughter fills this dungeon, it would completely ruin a wedding," the armpit titillatrix chuckled.
"What about setting up a monitor screen in the dungeon so that we can watch things like weddings in other places?", Maya suggested.
"You would need to ask Mistress Wendy," the feet titillatrix suggested, tickling Maya's toes terribly.
"I will," Maya laughed.
"HEY MISTRESS OCTAVIA!", Maya called with maximum volume.
The black latex clad Mistress Octavia turned her gas mask covered face to look at Maya.
"Hi Maya," Mistress Octavia called back happily through her gas mask.
"CAN I TALK TO YOU MISTRESS OCTAVIA?", Maya called loudly.
"Of course dear," Mistress Octavia agreed and disentangled herself from a gang bang of noise marines, walking over.
Maya struggled weakly in her bondage as the lust aura engulfed her as Mistress Octavia approached, desperate to get at the latex clad beauty.
The titillatrices didn't stop tickling Maya, but did greet Mistress Octavia respectfully.
Noise marines were closing in on Mistress Octavia now, so Maya wasted no time.
"Can we please have monitor screens set up in the dungeon so that we can watch important events like weddings Mistress Octavia?", Maya begged hopefully through her laughter.
The noise marines had reached Mistress Octavia now, and were fucking her pussy and anus as she absentmindedly used her daemon feather to torment their ear drums, but Mistress Octavia ignored them, talking over their tormented screams.
"I will ask Mistress Wendy," Mistress Octavia promised happily.
"Two of the… Former, tickle slaves are getting married", the feet titillatrix explained very carefully.
"Former tickle slaves?, I didn't know tickle slaves could retire?", Mistress Octavia said stupidly.
Maya was astonished by just how stupid Mistress Octavia could be sometimes.
"The tickle slaves that escaped and broke the first fetish choir ritual," Maya explained.
"Oh, those traitors to Slaanesh that Mistress Wendy told me about, why would you want anything to do with them!", Mistress Octavia exclaimed disgustedly.
"I am not in contact with them Mistress Octavia, I just wanted to see them getting married over a monitor screen," Maya giggled as submissively as she could while being constantly tickled very hard.
"I suppose that that is not unreasonable, I will ask Mistress Wendy", Mistress Octavia reluctantly agreed.
"Thank you Mistress Octavia!", many other nearby tickle slaves exclaimed gratefully, all apparently eavesdropping on the conversation.
Mistress Octavia was still being feverishly fucked by noise marines who were constantly driven away by the daemon feather, distracting her focus, but she did manage to nod encouragingly to all of the nearby tickle slaves.
Mistress Octavia was soon completely distracted by the noise marines, and the scrum of horny men moved Mistress Octavia randomly around the dungeon, so that she was soon no longer close enough for Maya to be in range of her lust aura.
Maya shrugged her weak shoulders in her strict bondage, and simply enjoyed the cruel tickling of her titillatrices for a while, basking in her intense colour as Mistress Octavia was gang banged.
"I am really looking forward to our new monitor screen", one of the neighbouring tickle slaves named Sally said excitedly between her squeals of laughter.
"We can watch so much!", another nearby tickle slave named Raquel laughed excitedly.
"Weddings and other important events don't happen all that often," Maya giggled seriously.
"We can watch movies and shows!", Raquel laughed with feverish excitement.
"Oh?, Do you really think that we will let you watch such rubbish?", one of Raquel's titillatrices scolded her submissive plaything.
"Please titillatrix!", Raquel begged through her eternal laughter.
"I don't want you playthings watching rubbish," Raquel's titillatrix told her.
"I don't want to watch rubbish, only good stuff, you could watch it too Titillatrix", Raquel laughed seriously.
"This is a torture dungeon not a vacation resort", Maya's armpit titillatrix reminded the hopeful tickle slaves.
"Yes Titillatrix", the tickle slaves all agreed submissively but kept asking anyway.
"We could watch porn perhaps, to generate more lust for Blessed Slaanesh?", Maya suggested submissively.
The titillatrices all cocked their heads, considering this request.
"Or comedy to increase our laughter?", Raquel suggested hopefully.
Other tickle slaves enthusiastically added more suggestions ranging from trashy soap operas to horror movies.
"It's the 41st millennium, that means that season 8 of Rick and Morty might be almost out soon," Sally the tickle slave suggested.
"No way playthings!, You must surely be joking!", Maya's armpit titillatrix admonished the tickle slaves.
"You are all locked in this dungeon to be slowly tortured to death, not to watch the idiot box!", one of Raquel's titillatrices reminded them.
"But we can still watch important events like Giggle Worm's wedding", the titillatrix tickling Maya's feet added.
"Don't contradict me in front of the playthings Sister!", Raquel's most talkative titillatrix scolded.
"We are of equal rank my most dull and stupid Sister, I can contradict you all I like," the titillatrix stroking Maya's feet bickered back.
Maya laughed in genuine humour, (though she was of course already laughing anyway).
"Do you find something funny plaything!?", Raquel's talkative titillatrix asked Maya threateningly.
"I'm being tickled, I laugh all the time Titillatrix," Maya squealed with laughter, fibbing to avoid getting into trouble.
"I can taste the difference between types of laughter, you were laughing at my expense Plaything!", Raquel's talkative titillatrix accused Maya.
"Yes I was, I found it funny Titillatrix", Maya admitted honestly.
"That's because it WAS funny", the titillatrix tickling Maya's feet added with a laugh.
Raquel's talkative titillatrix stormed over angrily to Maya, and tickled her stomach with extreme cruelty, making Maya laugh even more hysterically than before.
"That feels good Titillatrix", Maya laughed honestly, pleasured rather than tortured like a true Slaaneshi tickle slave should be.
The titillatrix slapped Maya's defenceless face, making her cry out in pain!
The titillatrix slapped her face again, making Maya cower back in her chains, in pain and afraid but too ticklish to stop laughing from the other titillatrices still on her feet and armpits.
Maya craved tickling not pain, and was genuinely suffering as the angry titillatrix slapped her around!
The angry titillatrix slapped Maya's face again and again with painful slaps!
"Why aren't you protecting me!", Maya squealed in dismay to her own pair of titillatrices.
"She is not damaging you, it's fine," the titillatrix tickling Maya's armpits explained with a shrug.
Maya nodded in understanding and whimpered as she was disciplined with slaps by the angry titillatrix.
This was just part of life for Maya as a tickle slave, she was completely submissive to the titillatrices and they could punish and discipline Maya completely on a whim and Maya just had to take it. The titillatrices would not permanently damage Maya, but they were very capable of inflicting pain in harmless ways to discipline their playthings.
Maya cried out in pain between her eternal laughter as she was slapped hundreds of times in punishment by the titillatrix for daring to laugh at her. The titillatrices were all individuals with different personalities, some were strict and haughty like the one slapping her, and some were more laid back like the one currently tickling her feet. These differences in personality kept daily life from getting too boring and monotonous for the tickle slaves, some days happy and joking, some days strict, always something new.
Maya's defenceless naked body hung weakly in her chains, tickled relentlessly but too weak from muscle atrophy to do much more than twitch and fidget slightly, her double D tits wobbling and swaying on her chest from her feeble movements. The angry titillatrix grabbed cruel handfuls of Maya's tits, twisting them painfully!
Maya cried out in pain and fear, this titillatrix was a very strict disciplinarian!
"I'm sorry Titillatrix!", Maya pleaded.
"Not sorry enough Plaything," the titillatrix said sternly.
"Yes Titillatrix!", Maya replied submissively, unable to stop her poor tits being tortured.
Maya felt submissive as shit as this strict titillatrix firmly put Maya in her place.
The other tickle slaves were still talking about the monitor screen, with some titillatrices extremely sympathetic to the requests and others extremely strict and forbidding all requests, with a spectrum of titillatrices between these two extremes. Maya wanted to listen to the conversation but was too focused on the strict titillatrix disciplining her.
Maya cried out in pain as her poor tits were twisted and slapped and pinched and beaten, and was soon in tears, hating pain.
"Titillatrix, I humbly beg you to please come back soon, I am only tickled half as much with only one titillatrix," Raquel called out very respectfully to the titillatrix disciplining Maya.
"Have you learned your lowly inferior place Plaything?", the strict titillatrix interrogated Maya sternly.
"Yes Titillatrix!", Maya promised fearfully.
"Do not laugh at me ever again!", the titillatrix warned, slapping Maya's face one last time in warning.
"Yes Titillatrix!", Maya promised.
The strict titillatrix returned to Raquel to continue tickling her, leaving Maya with her pair of titillatrices.
The titillatrix on Maya's armpits wiped away Maya's tears, kissing her lips soothingly, and Maya felt a bit better.
Maya was still laughing this entire time, the pair of titillatrices had never stopped tickling her the entire day so far, every word and sound Maya had uttered being made between her peals of laughter. It was a very weird type of existence, but fanatical Slaanesh worshippers tended to have very weird lives.
"Don't mind our Sister, she has no sense of humour", the titillatrix tickling Maya's feet encouraged Maya.
Maya didn't dare to reply as the strict titillatrix glared at the titillatrix on Maya's feet. The titillatrices were all equals and couldn't punish each other for insults.
"I am not quite as strict as her, but even I agree that you shouldn't have laughed Maya, you are not our equal", the titillatrix tickling Maya's armpits opined seriously.
"Yes Titillatrix", Maya laughed submissively.
"You all need to lighten up", the titillatrix tickling Maya's feet disagreed.
Maya was far too submissive after her discipline to take any side, and simply laughed from her tickling, not saying a word.
"Are we even sure Giggle Worm is getting married?", Maya deliberately changed the subject.
"Yes, the mad girls sent Mistress Wendy a letter to mock her with the engagement announcement", the titillatrix tickling Maya's armpits explained.
"To mock Mistress Wendy?, That is so petty!", Maya exclaimed, shaking her head incredulously.
Both the titillatrices nodded in agreement.
"So petty", the titillatrix tickling Maya's feet agreed.
"I think that the wedding will be recorded and transmitted to our tower just to rub our faces in the fact that they escaped," the titillatrix tickling Maya's armpits opined, shaking her head at such pettiness.
"What the hell will Giggle Worm even wear as a wedding dress?", Maya laughed.
Both the titillatrices laughed.
"It's just so soon, they didn't even escape all that long ago," the titillatrix tickling Maya's armpits added, shaking her head.
"I'm happy for them, but I agree it's too soon", Maya added.
The titillatrices were still tickling the hell out of Maya with sadistic cruelty, but this small detail didn't prevent these kinky people from carrying on a conversation.
Mistress Octavia was still being gang banged in her latex outfit, her gas mask still on and daemon feather still in hand, but the noise marines were starting to have the common sense to not keep coming back for more, with fewer and fewer still participating in the gang bang every minute.
"They lasted longer than I thought they would", Maya laughed conversationally, nodding her head in the direction of the gang bang.
"Bunch of complete amateurs, even the mad girls could take more tickling than that before they finally broke", the strict titillatrix tickling Raquel butted into the conversation haughtily.
For once all of the titillatrices were in agreement with the strict titillatrix, all nodding that they found the noise marines pathetic.
"Do you titillatrices mind!, That's very rude!", several noise marines said in near unison, their hearing insanely good.
"Rude but true, you need to shape up, running away from sensation is just pathetic!", the strict titillatrix replied severely.
The noise marines became defensive, and some even aimed weapons at the strict titillatrix for her hubris.
"Woah woah woah!, Don't you DARE gun down a sacred fetish choir like some blasphemer against Blessed Slaanesh!", the titillatrix tickling Maya's feet yelled urgently.
Other titillatrices were shouting similar things, shaming the noise marines into lowering their weapons.
"My Sister over there is a complete arrogant bitch, but that is no reason to shoot her", the titillatrix tickling Maya's feet defused the situation with humour.
The noise marines laughed and peace was restored without any violence.
The strict titillatrix looked incensed, deeply offended, and none of the laughing tickle slaves dared to laugh a laugh that was at her expense, fearing discipline.
Calm returned to the laughter filled dungeon, and the tickle slaves and titillatrices continued talking about their random gossip like they always did. These torture dungeons could be surprisingly social and boisterous places, even if the conversation was mostly about complete rubbish like Giggle Worm or getting a monitor screen.
Mistress Octavia's gang bang was winding down now, the noise marines all having had enough now, and the latex clad Mistress Octavia got to her feet, outfit covered in cum now.
Mistress Octavia walked over to Maya, and stroked the daemon feather over Maya's bare tits!
Tickling more potent than an electric shock jolted through Maya's tits, making every muscle in her body go into spasms of sensory overload.
Maya screamed with laughter, orgasming instantly from the intense pleasure of her tickling fetish being overloaded with sensation, squirting out a huge spray of pussy juice as she came so hard it was scary.
Seconds later Maya's tickle-resistant bladder vented itself in a fountain of hard piss across the dungeon floor, followed almost immediately by her shit forced out of her ass by her uncontrollable muscle spasms!
The daemon feather kept pleasuring Maya's breasts with delectable torment, making Maya orgasm endlessly in severely powerful multiple orgasms, her laughter an unbroken scream.
The muscles in Maya's body were going crazy with involuntary spasms, and she could feel terrible pressure in her stomach as the muscles tightened involuntarily.
Seconds later Maya was projectile vomiting from the unstoppable pressure spasming through her stomach, puke covering Maya and the feather and Mistress Octavia and the pair of titillatrices!
Mistress Octavia pulled away her puke soiled feather, shaking it rapidly to try to flick the puke off it. (The titillatrices were completely unbothered and didn't even pause in milking Maya's laughter).
"I'm so sorry Mistress Octavia!", Maya apologised profusely through her eternal laughter.
"It's ok Maya, it happens," Mistress Octavia reassured her.
"I haven't forgotten to get you girls some monitor screens, I will nag Mistress Wendy about it in bed", Mistress Octavia added.
"Thank you Mistress Octavia!", every tickle slave in earshot exclaimed, (as did the titillatrix relentlessly tickling Maya's feet, earning herself some looks from other titillatrices).
"You girls do such good work feeding Blessed Slaanesh, you all deserve a reward, especially after this horrid tyranid war", Mistress Octavia encouraged them happily.
Maya was surprised by this praise, not really feeling like she had done anything special.
"You dear girls have sacrificed your lives to be tickled to death to feed Blessed Slaanesh as sacrificial offerings. Very few people would willingly agree to do that. You need to give yourselves more credit", Mistress Octavia reminded them.
Maya and the other jaded tickle slaves blinked in understanding of these words. It was so easy after years in the dungeon to forget that most people didn't live like this and that this wasn't normal. Maya was just so used to this eternally tickled existence that she had forgotten that she was actually making the ultimate sacrifice in religious devotion to her god, she had to actually remind herself that this wasn't normal.
Maya smiled even more than her permanent ticklish grin, genuinely happy at this praise, feeling good about herself.
"It's only fair that I get you monitor screens", Mistress Octavia told them happily.
The tickle slaves all cheered.
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