Chapter 140(Orphan)

Chaos civilian woman Lash Lee sat pensively in the heavily graffitied mass produced civilian intra-orbit transport shuttle, trying not to get nauseous from the feeling of weightlessness as she sat in the heavy duty seatbelts of the graffiti scratched hard plastic chair of the shuttle.

The metal and plastic shuttle was inexpensive but ruggedly built and only a few years old, and formed a small part of the huge fleets of free public transport vehicles in orbit around the planet Dark Tropic. In the few years these free new shuttles had operated, local civilians had managed to heavily graffiti every square inch of the things in a way that looked hideous, but they still functioned perfectly despite this disrespectful treatment.

Graffiti had always been a problem on all public transport since the dawn of time, and space shuttles were no exception. The brand new rotating space hives in orbit of Dark Tropic were even worse, the graffiti artists had been hard at work scratching and painting the walls with a never ending carpet of new tags and artworks that mostly looked hideously ugly.

Lash stopped thinking about the graffiti epidemic and straightened up her elaborate hair and hair jewellery with the help of a pocket hand mirror. Staring back at her from the mirror was a heavily makeup covered extremely elegant oriental face, the fine elegant face painted extremely intricately with fine brush strokes to make her look extremely exotic and beautiful.

Lash inspected her very elaborate traditional Geisha-Dominatrix costume, a red and black mixed garment of leather and latex and cloth; with thigh high dominatrix boots, (one boot red and the other black); low skin tight black latex cleavage; an armless very short, striking black and red patterned cloth kimono of elaborate design that left her entire chest exposed from her latex clad breasts up to her jewellery wrapped bare neck; with an elegant black and red leather figure hugging harness worn very tightly over her kimono, the harness hung with elegant chains from which dangled an elegant folded hand fan and some elaborate jewellery.

Her dominatrix booted legs were crossed chastely, and on her lap she held a large black leather carry bag full of whips and chains and a variety of other things, the bag zipped closed to hide the contents from view.

Lash tucked her pocket hand mirror away in a pocket inside her strikingly patterned kimono, satisfied that she had maintained her characteristic extremely elegant appearance. Lash could not endure to look less than perfectly groomed, it was unbecoming for a Geisha-Dominatrix to ever look unkempt.

The shuttle was relatively empty, with many empty seats visible in the dimly lit interior of the long passenger compartment, but it still had a few passengers on board, and most of them were repeatedly subtly looking at Lash weirdly.

Lash was used to being gawked at in public, Geisha-Dominatrices always drew attention with their elaborate and unconventional appearances, the costumes were designed to draw attention and stand out in a crowd.

Lash smiled politely at the people gawking at her, and waved sweetly to a small child who was staring at her, giving a warm smile and a soft word of greeting to the child.

Lash looked strange but perfectly modest in her peculiar outfit, even the black latex that covered her breasts had a strapless bra on underneath to hide the outline of her nipples. Her short kimono skirt was just long enough to cover the view of anything intimate or inappropriate from view, she would break no local taboos regarding modesty.

The child shied closer to its mother in a way that was adorable, and Lash smiled and averted her gaze away from the shy child. The other passengers shrugged and grew less interested in Lash.

The shuttle began to shift slightly with nudges of inertia, coming into the next stop, and a heavily graffitied display monitor indicated that they were about to dock with the low gravity axel port of yet another rotating orbital hive city.

The shuttle gently nudged itself with tiny blasts of compressed gas into a shuttle sized slowly moving air lock chamber, and very slight spin gravity gripped the passengers as the shuttle rested on the air lock floor.

The air lock cycled with a hiss of air, and the shuttle rolled forward on wheels into a shuttle dock beyond.

The shuttle doors went through an unlocking cycle and opened, and Lash waved to the child as it left with its mother, with several other passengers departing the shuttle at this point.

A crowd of new people crowded into the shuttle until it was standing room only, and a stark naked six breasted winged female Slaanesh daemon host sat down in the seat next to Lash!

Lash shifted slightly as the naked daemon host woman strapped the heavy seatbelts around her obviously pregnant swollen belly, and the huge flesh wings of the daemon host brushed hard against Lash's elaborate hairstyle!

Lash frantically got out her pocket hand mirror and reordered her painstakingly elaborate hair with the help of a delicate elegant comb, distressed and alarmed to have her hair messed up.

"Sorry about your hair girlie, the wings are a pain in the ass sometimes", the daemon host said in an erotic female voice in an imperial prison accent, immediately pummelling Lash's hair again accidentally with her wing!

"I don't want to make a fuss but it takes me nearly an hour to style my hair each morning, please be careful", Lash begged politely in dismay.

"An hour?", the daemon host said in surprise, batting Lash's hair with her wing again.

"Yes, this style is very difficult to create", Lash said politely but in dismay.

The daemon host messed up her hair even more, and Lash slumped her elegant shoulders in despair, she had no hope of salvaging her hair until she got off the shuttle and spent a long time in front of a bathroom mirror.

The daemon host ran a hand through her own messy knotted tangle of flesh dreadlocks that served as her hair. "I don't even bother much with mine", the daemon host said indifferently in her prison accent.

The shuttle was leaving now, and weightlessness soon returned as the shuttle continued along its route.

"(Sniff sniff), Chaos Undivided?, I wasn't expecting that", the daemon host said, sniffing at Lash's soul with her daemonic slit nostrils.

"Yes I worship the entire Pantheon", Lash agreed awkwardly, uncomfortable with personal comments about her religious beliefs.

"Why by Slaanesh would you want to worship any of the others?", the daemon host pressed, almost dangerously.

"It's a work requirement for a start. I would lose so many customers if I only worshipped Slaanesh. No Khorne worshippers would ever hire me if I worshipped Slaanesh", Lash carefully defended herself in the presence of this extremely dangerous daemon host.

"You are a prostitute?", the daemon host asked tactlessly.

"I am a Geisha-Dominatrix", Lash replied calmly.

"That sounds fun!, Want to go home with me and have some fun girlie?", the daemon host said excitedly.

"I am currently not on duty, but I can give you my booking details. I warn you that I am not cheap to hire", Lash said seriously, fishing out a paper business card from a pocket in her kimono and handing it to the daemon host.

"Mistress Lash of the Lee Family Geisha-Dominatrix Clan?", the daemon host read loudly in the crowded shuttle.

"Yes, feel free to make a booking with my receptionist during my business hours. My schedule is pretty full but I have a few slots remaining", Lash replied as friendlily as she could with a warm smile.

"I wouldn't mind filling your 'slots'", the daemon host replied brazenly.

"Sex costs *heaps* extra, I rarely get penetrated myself by clients, *I* do the penetrating unless the pay is enormous", Lash warned with a hint of icy dominance.

"My pussy doesn't mind a bit of penetration", the daemon host replied lasciviously.

"Make a booking and we can play", Lash replied slightly provocatively.

"How expensive are your hourly rates?", the daemon host asked curiously.

"Five hundred script an hour…"

"You must be joking!"

"Well if you can't afford me don't hire me", Lash replied simply.

"Can it be cheaper than that?", the daemon host asked unhappily.

"If I give you a discount then I have to give other people a discount too, I have a set price", Lash replied apologetically.

"You are worth 500 script an hour?", the daemon host asked skeptically.

"My other clients seem to think so. I am very *very* good", Lash flirted provocatively.

"Give me a business card please", another nearby male passenger shyly requested, blushing with embarrassment and extending a hand to Lash.

Lash smiled and handed the man a card.

"Do you have a lover outside of work?", the daemon host asked as though this was any of her business.

"No…", Lash said slowly.

"What are you doing now?, Want to get a drink with me?", the daemon host asked brazenly.

"You are pregnant!, You shouldn't be drinking alcohol at all!", Lash exclaimed in shock.

"What are you talking about?, The baby will be fine", the daemon host reassured quite wrongly.

"Please don't drink when you are pregnant, please don't do any drugs. It can really hurt your baby", Lash implored the naked daemon host.

"Go home with me and you can make sure I don't", the daemon host replied huskily.

"If you weren't a woman I would fucking punch you!", another random male passenger suddenly snarled at the daemon host, his face daemonically distorted with chaos rage.

"You want to start something cunt!", the daemon host snapped back, removing her seatbelt.

"I'm not going to punch a woman, sit the fuck down you awful mother", the man snapped in reply.

The daemon host stood anyway and climbed over in the weightless cabin to get into a fist fight with the man.

The shy man who had taken a business card earlier changed seats to sit next to Lash before the uncouth female daemon host could return.

Lash looked at her new seat mate as the sounds of shouting and fighting filled the cabin. The man was European with dark brown hair, physically young and average in handsomeness, very slightly fat and wearing the overalls of some sort of tradesman. The man was blushing very slightly and couldn't hold eye contact with Lash, obviously desiring her but clearly nervous and shy.

Just from looking at the man Lash could intuitively sense his kinks and desires, sexual orientation and even his religious beliefs. Lash had extremely well developed intuition and natural born empathy, this intuitive sense carefully sharpened by years of training.

Lash saw right through the man's outside appearance to the traits underneath, seeing a slightly bisexual deeply submissive extreme masochist, with a hard fetish for Asian Geishas and female domination.

The man worshipped Slaanesh but he was refreshingly shy and modest despite this, he deeply desired a woman like Lash with a desire so strong that it bordered on being a sickness, but his kinks and personality compelled him to be excessively polite and respectful to such objects of his desire.

Lash inwardly smiled to herself, this guy looked like a real sweetheart, a huge improvement on the horrific personality Lash had intuitively sensed in the daemon host. The shy man obviously wanted to hit on Lash and ask her out, but he was so shy about it that it was completely adorable.

"Are you ok… Mistress Lash…?", the man asked very shyly.

"I am ok, you are sweet to ask", Lash replied encouragingly with a warm smile of encouragement.

"I thought I should change seats, to protect you, and your hair", the man said shyly.

"You are very kind", Lash replied sweetly, smiling happily.

"Where do you get off?", the shy man asked after a brief pause.

"I'm getting off at the Silence of the Ducks", Lash said happily.

"The Tzeentch cargo ship?, Why are you going there, if you don't mind me asking?", the man respectfully asked curiously.

Lash sighed softly, wondering how to even word this.

"Going to visit an ex-boyfriend, to tell him in person that we are not getting back together, among other reasons for visiting", Lash admitted with a sigh.

The shy man reacted instantly to these words, many different emotions filling his face. The man was almost desperate to ask Lash out but he was too shy to actually ask.

"You have my business card, just make an appointment if you desire me", Lash reminded him gently.

"I will, but I hope you will be safe with this ex boyfriend. Do you need protection in case he becomes violent?", the man offered chivalrously.

"My ex-boyfriend is a chaos space marine, a Sevenson Night Lord…", Lash explained quietly.

The man flinched, his obvious fantasy about heroically fighting another man over Lash dashed immediately.

"I will be safe, my ex lovers are very submissive towards me, I am very *very* good at disciplining those who would love me", Lash reassured warmly with slight pride.

The man trembled with sickly intense desire.

"I will be safe, I have other more friendly reasons to visit him. I stay on friendly terms with most of my exes, this will just be a visit as friends with no hard feelings", Lash promised happily.

"Why did you break up?", the man very shyly asked with extreme interest.

"I didn't want to have to get pregnant every year as a Sevenson Night Lord wife, their wives have to get constantly pregnant on pain of death by order of the Matriarch herself!, It was a deal breaker when he proposed to me", Lash admitted squeamishly.

"You don't want kids?", the man asked in disappointment, clearly contemplating Lash as a potential lifelong romantic partner and mother to his future children in a way that Lash honestly found sweet.

"I already have adult children, I am not looking to have any more", Lash explained kindly, letting down his fantasy very gently.

"You look so young to have adult children", the man praised her shyly.

Lash smiled, that was sweet.

"What the hell are you doing in my seat!?", the daemon host suddenly demanded of the shy man.

"I'm sitting here now, you were bothering Mistress Lash", the shy man 'sat' his ground.

"I wasn't bothering her!"

"You messed up my hair repeatedly, it really bothered me", Lash explained politely but firmly.

"I wasn't finished chatting her up!", the pregnant daemon host snapped to the shy man indignantly in her prison accent, ignoring Lash's reply about being bothered.

"My answer was always going to be no, I couldn't count all the 'red flags' you were raising!, I'm just a woman on a shuttle minding my own business here, I don't necessarily want to be hit on for sex by random strangers!", Lash politely protested.

The shy man looked tragically put out that Lash didn't want to be hit on.

"What red flags am I putting up?", the stark naked heavily pregnant daemon host asked in her strong prison accent.

"You are naked for no reason on a public shuttle, you constantly ruined my hair, you are pregnant, you *drink* while pregnant, you have obviously been in prison!, How many more red flags can there be!", Lash retorted, getting thoroughly sick of this now.

(Author's note, apart from the nudity (usually) and the gender of the ex-convict, this crazy shit is *far* too close to the reality on an Australian intercity train on the route between Sydney and Newcastle after about 10pm, there is a very good reason why Gosford train station halfway down the intercity route has its own inbuilt police station. Having a crass man fresh out of prison loudly trying to hit on an off duty sex worker on a crowded train and then getting into a fist fight really is just par for the course).

"You are never going to find a lover if you are so picky", the daemon host chided Lash.

"I'm not even… Just leave me alone!, I just want a peaceful shuttle ride", Lash snapped angrily, no longer having the patience for this.

The stark naked heavily pregnant daemon host gave Lash an extremely insulting gesture and left to find another seat further down the shuttle cabin, loudly saying to dismayed seated passengers that she needed a seat because she was pregnant.

Lash sighed in relief.

"I'm sorry if I have been bothering you too", the shy man softly apologised.

"You were really sweet about it and not pushy like the daemon host woman was, I am not offended. But for your own sake I think that you should just stick to hiring me, that way you can choose the type of play and as many limits as you like. I am a living hell to my romantic lovers", Lash reassured him kindly.

"What sort of things do you do to lovers?", the man asked carefully with a subtle undercurrent of slightly sick excitement.

"My lovers are never allowed to stop suffering, never allowed to scratch an itch, never allowed to break their discipline for a single awake second of the entire day outside of set aftercare periods. I am a completely merciless sadist and disciplinarian, my lovers must be disciplined and masochistic in the extreme", Lash whispered in his ear.

"That… That sounds like heaven!", the man whispered back in awe, looking feverishly excited.

"I have *extremely* sadistic needs, I need to know that my lovers are itchy and tormented and hungry and busting to pee without relief the entire day, I would starve you skinny and cover you with terrible chemicals to make your skin itchy and I wouldn't let you scratch *at all* until the bedtime aftercare period started. I am utterly merciless to romantic partners", Lash warned with a whisper in his ear.

"Do I have a shot if I asked you out?", the man whispered in her ear shyly with sick hope, completely undeterred by her warnings.

"I don't even know your name", Lash replied gently.

"Martin, Martin Biar", the man replied.

"I'm willing to get to know you a bit better… You have a shot…", Lash replied hesitantly in his ear, not exactly enthusiastic but still kind hearted enough to give him a chance just to be nice.

Martin looked so absurdly elated that it was almost frightening, the astonished near-worshipful delighted look of a hopelessly poor man who had just found out that he had won millions in a lottery.

Lash's kind encouraging face suddenly changed to become terrifyingly cruel and icy and severe, her terrifying natural form of sexuality unlocked to reveal itself, and she gazed at her suitor with chilling sadism.

Martin froze at the sight of her terrifying expression, and he grew anxious.

Lash moved her elaborately make up covered, extremely elegant beautiful face very close to Martin's excited but terrified face. She could smell his stale slightly offensive musky deodorant and faint sweaty odours from a day working in some grubby trade, could smell the dirty dust and oils and greases that faintly stained his work overalls. Lash herself smelt of gentle pleasant perfumes and fragrances, completely clean and lacking any sort of offensive smell. The difference in smells was very stark.

Lash moved her heavily painted elegant lips to his ear, and addressed her submissive suitor.

"As my suitor you get to choose hard limits and a safe word, but if you set too many hard limits or use the safe word to often I will get bored and end things permanently."

"You will address me as 'Mistress', optionally followed by either my first name or my surname but not both. You *will* obey my every command without so much as a hint of hesitation or disobedience. My word is your absolute law, you will perfectly obey my orders no matter how cruel or sadistic my orders are."

"I expect and demand that you be honest with me at all times when speaking to me, and that you communicate your needs with me when I give you permission to speak", Lash whispered strictly in Martin's ear.

"Yes Mistress Lash. I don't know what my hard limits are Mistress Lash, my safe word is 'Cobra' Mistress Lash, I agree to be completely honest and communicate with you Mistress Lash", Martin replied nervously.

"Give me in writing your contact details, your vox number, your address, your workplace, your work hours and schedule, the details of your emergency contact relatives. Also tell me of any allergies or medical conditions you have", Lash continued.

Lash took out a pen and a notebook for Martin to use to obey her order, and Martin obediently wrote down all of his details. Lash then took back her notebook and pen.

"You are not my boyfriend yet, this is just me getting to know you a bit better to decide if you are worthy of my affections. You are going to get off at your stop and you are going to go home and keep living your life as normal. I will contact you when *I* am ready and we can see where this goes", Lash whispered dominantly in his ear.

"Yes Mistress Lash", Martin replied disappointedly.

"Until I call you, a little test of your discipline to prove yourself worthy of dating me. You will not scratch or smudge or so much as touch this little artwork I am about to paint, no matter how itchy it might be", Lash said with eager sadism, opening up her bag and pulling out her itching chemical body paint and a little paint brush.

Lash gleefully painted a tiny little intricate black and white artwork of elaborate lines and dots on Martin's nose with the horrifying itching paint.

Martin hissed in tormented itchy dismay, his eyes watering with itchy suffering, but he managed not to touch his nose with obvious extreme effort.

"By blessed Slaanesh that is horribly itchy!", Martin hissed in dismay.

Lash smiled with sadistic pleasure and got a wonderful tingling sensation in her clitoris from his obvious suffering.

"The itching chemical in the paint is completely safe and will cause no permanent damage, no medical condition you have disclosed gives you *any* legitimate medical reason to remove this itchy paint. *If* the paint remains *completely* untouched when I next contact you, probably tomorrow but possibly longer, then you will have a *chance* of becoming my lover. But if you scratch it *at all* then I am simply wasting my time with you", Lash informed Martin cruelly.

"Yes Mistress Lash", Martin groaned in dismay at these words, and Lash noticed that he had just grown a huge erection in his pants from her sadism.

The man was a Slaanesh worshipping extreme submissive masochist with an Asian Geisha fetish, and he seemed to be willing and eager to consent to Lash's extreme sadism. The fact that it was all fully informed and consensual gave Lash a clear conscience, sadism wasn't evil if your playmates were masochists who gave fully informed consent, Lash was free to have her cruel fun without any guilt at all.

"You grew an erection in the presence of your exalted Geisha-Dominatrix in a public crowded place, are you trying to embarrass me in public?", Lash whispered sternly in his ear.

"I'm sorry Mistress Lash!", Martin whispered back in humiliated dismay, still tortured to silent tears by the itching paint.

"You have lost all masturbation privileges until I say otherwise. You won't rub yourself at all as you endure the itchy *itchy* paint on your nose all night long, no matter how much my sadism turns you on, you are just going to endure unsatisfied as you cry from the itching tonight", Lash ordered with gleeful sadism in his ear.

"Yes Mistress Lash", Martin sobbed softly in wretched dismay from her sadistic order. His erection was only even bigger after this cruel order, he was deeply turned on by the gorgeous exotic Geisha-Dominatrix being so horribly sadistic to him.

Lash sadistically enjoyed Martin's dismayed itchy torment for the rest of the trip until his stop, deeply sexually pleasured by his suffering. Martin was so itchy that he was now fully crying, frantically holding his hands away from his face with obvious extreme force of will, his nose screaming at him to be scratched. Lash drank in his suffering like a fine wine, her chastely hidden vagina tingling wonderfully from his torment.

When the shuttle reached Martin's stop, Lash gifted Martin with a single soft romantic parting kiss, careful not to touch his nose, and she sent him on his way to wait for her to contact him. Lash smiled sadistically at the thought of him suffering itches and sexual frustration the entire night to prove himself to her.

Martin had better get used to being itchy if he wanted to become her boyfriend, he would wear the itching paint all over his entire body as her boyfriend, Lash's boyfriends and girlfriends endured a living hell of itching body paint, as well as merciless discipline and torture. Lash would sexually frustrate Martin and put his penis in a chastity device for *weeks* at a time, he would give Lash excessive amounts of oral sex as he himself remained in chastity denied a single orgasm until he *really* earned it. They could have SO much sadomasochistic fun together!

Lash doubted that Martin would last long however, few of her suitors and lovers ever lasted long under her merciless sadism and pitiless demands for perfect discipline. Lash unfortunately doubted that the paint would even still be on his nose come morning in fact, most suitors failed this first test and scratched. But Lash was 'kind' and 'nice' by nature, and compassionately gave (polite) people a chance instead of just dismissing them, maybe Martin would surprise her and prove himself worthy of dating her?

The shuttle continued along its route, stopping periodically at assigned shuttle port stops, and most of the passengers departed, until Lash was alone in the shuttle but for a trio of men in the blue civilian casual clothes favoured by Tzeentch worshippers. The next stop was the Silence of the Ducks.

The shuttle entered a large air lock, and Lash suddenly felt nauseous when full artificial gravity suddenly gripped her, giving her a nasty shock.

Lash composed herself and unbuckled her heavy seatbelts as the long shuttle rolled into a trench beside a passenger platform in a train-like fashion, and she and the other passengers stood, waiting for the doors to open.

Lash and the other three people got off the shuttle as new passengers got on, and Lash immediately walked to the nearest public bathroom in the platform station to fix up her hair in front of a mirror.

Lash stood in front of a surprisingly graffiti-free large bathroom mirror, looking in dismay at the unkempt state of her hair. This would not do!

Lash got out a comb and spent over twenty minutes getting her elaborate hair completely perfect again, making sure that not a single hair ornament or piece of hair jewellery was out of place. Lash touched up her heavy elaborate makeup, and made sure that her entire outfit looked neat and clean and presentable.

Lash held a variety of extremely elegant poses in front of the mirror, unfurling her extremely pretty hand fan to look even more elegant and mysterious. She looked as one of her kind ought to look, an exotic elegant refined creature who radiated an extremely elegant type of highly feminine dominance.

Lash used the toilet to pee since she was here already, and washed her hands very fastidiously afterwards, making sure again that she looked absolutely perfect.

Lash left the bathroom, and immediately sought out a crew member of the Silence of the Ducks, inquiring about the location of her ex-boyfriend David Sevenson.

Some brief dialogue later and a crewman Tzeentch psyker was summoned to read Lash's mind to confirm her identity and motives, Lash was then led by another crewman through the ship to visit David, who was apparently in a restricted area of the ship.

The carrack class transport ship "Silence of the Ducks" was a huge civilian cargo vessel. It was several kilometres in length and was heavily packed with cargo containers of various kinds in its many large cargo holds.

Lash and her crewman escort walked along a wide raised gallery that ran the entire length of the ship, with spectacular views looking down into cavernous cargo holds filled to bursting with cargo containers. It was very impressive.

"That is such a lot of cargo. Where is it going?", Lash asked politely in conversation.

"It is all poverty relief aid, going to bring hope to the hopeless across the galaxy. Tzeentch cults secretly run massive charities throughout the Imperium, we help refugees, orphans, widows, hungry children, the elderly, the homeless, anyone really who needs help and hope", the crewman explained happily with obvious pride.

"That's so lovely!", Lash exclaimed approvingly.

"Thank you. We certainly try our best to bring hope to the galaxy", the crewman replied happily.

"When do you depart?", Lash asked curiously.

"Not for a while. We are currently docked with the Tzeentch ship 'Orphan Blender' to…"

Lash recoiled in horror at the name!

"Yes, the Daemon Princess of Tzeentch TigerLily Sevenson, a member of the Muhammad Clan that owns this ship, she has a very dark sense of humour sometimes. The Muhammad Clan helps orphans and all others who need hope, so TigerLily named her ship 'Orphan Blender' just to antagonise the rest of her clan", the crewman explained apologetically.

Lash snorted with slight amusement at this, TigerLily was an irrepressible jester.

"The ship doesn't actually blend orphans as far as I know, it's just a name", the crewman reassured awkwardly.

"Well, maybe just a few", the disembodied psychic voice of TigerLily said in Lash's mind!

"TigerLily?!, I hope you are joking, that would be horrid!", Lash exclaimed out loud.

"I'm sorry I am getting confused", the crewman said, clearly not hearing TigerLily's words.

"TigerLily just spoke in my mind with her telepathy, she said something that I *hope* was a poor taste joke", Lash explained unhappily.

"You already know TigerLily?", the crewman asked in slight surprise.

"Yes I know her, we are friends from back when she was mortal", Lash explained patiently.

"Dear friends", TigerLily's voice added, apparently heard by both Lash and the crewman this time.

"I would describe it as a 'strained' friendship", Lash replied with a slight sigh of disapproval.

"All of those previous incidents were just a joke, I wasn't trying to offend you", TigerLily replied cheerfully.

"I didn't find it particularly funny, you are lucky that I am so forgiving", Lash replied slightly coldly.

"Hence you are a dear friend, most of my other friends disowned me over the years", TigerLily said happily.

Lash sighed at these words, feeling sympathy for TigerLily despite all conventional wisdom to do the opposite.

"Where are you?", Lash asked curiously.

"I'm a little tied up at the moment, Luke has literally tied me up so I can't move, he is doing things to me", TigerLily explained cheerfully, making the crewman exclaim with embarrassment.

"Well why are you talking to me?, You should be giving your complete attention to your Dominant right now you naughty girl", Lash chided with amusement.

"I am quite capable of multitasking, my mind is not easily taxed by merely being multiple places at once", TigerLily replied happily.

"It's still disrespectful to your Dominant, you should wait until he has finished the scene before you talk to friends", Lash said seriously.

"I will be waiting *days* for this scene to end, Luke said he will torture me nonstop for days, he can go many days without rest or sleep. I'm not going *anywhere* in these daemonic chains he has bound me with, I don't want to have no social life for days on end", TigerLily pouted childishly.

"You are such an UNGRATEFUL submissive!, Your Dominant plans this amazing romantic long play session that goes for days but you are *whinging* about it?!", Lash reprimanded in shocked disbelief.

"I'm a bratty sub, I like to be a naughty girl", TigerLily replied playfully.

"You need some good old fashioned discipline to teach you some respect", Lash replied disapprovingly.

"That has never worked on me so far, I cannot be tamed", TigerLily chuckled brattishly.

Lash simply ignored this cheeky reply, continuing to walk with the crewman in silence.

The gallery passed huge rooms filled with heavily mutated people with blue energy glowing around their heads, the mutated people constantly chanting loudly.

"Tzeentch hope choirs, they are feeding worship energy and hopeful emotions into the warp to strengthen Tzeentch", the crewman explained as the pair walked past these rooms.

Lash nodded silently in understanding, and briefly said a silent prayer to worship Tzeentch as she passed these sacred rooms, briefly filling her mind with intense hope. Lash worshipped all the Chaos gods an equal amount, and prayed briefly like this at every place of worship she happened to pass.

"I'm getting so bored with this, Luke hasn't cummed in me even once!", TigerLily complained after a far too short silence, interrupting Lash's prayer.

"You don't deserve it you naughty girl!, Stop being naughty and focus on your Dominant!", Lash snapped irritably.

"You're just mean", TigerLily complained childishly and went silent again.

Lash held silent, refusing to be baited.

Lash's strained friendship with TigerLily mostly revolved around their mutual interest in BDSM, (as did most of Lash's friendships if she was honest), and TigerLily constantly came to Lash every time she wanted to vent about something BDSM related. TigerLily never asked for any advice, much less actually followed any of Lash's advice, she just liked to bitch to Lash about her sex-related problems.

The crewman led Lash into a huge stairwell to one side of the huge gallery, and the pair of them descended down several huge levels, exiting into a slightly crowded corridor with many side passages. They navigated the slightly crowded maze of corridors and passages, and came to a large closed door guarded by several crewmen armed with firearms and a male bird-like mutant holding a metal staff of sorcerous design.

The armed crewmen looked to the mutant holding the staff, and the mutant held a finger to the temple of his blue feathered head, apparently using telepathy. The mutant nodded after a moment, and the armed crewmen welcomed Lash and her crewman escort, unlocking and opening the door for them.

Lash had her bag and clothing briefly inspected by the crew for deadly weapons, finding only non-lethal BDSM stuff in her bag and harmless personal things in the pockets of her clothing, and she was allowed through the door. Lash entered into a large restricted area of rooms and corridors that seemed to serve as a mix of a hospital, an office block and an accommodation complex all at the same time by the look of the rooms she saw.

Lash was led down a corridor past a few closed doors, and was ushered into a dimly lit room full of huge space marine sized hospital beds containing screaming chaos space marines wearing medical gowns, with many nurses and other civilians sitting or standing around the room to visit or attend to the needs of the screaming invalids!

"Mistress Lash!", many screaming chaos space marines exclaimed excitedly at the sight of her before she could even take in everything in the room.

"You poor things!", Lash said compassionately, walking over to them as quickly as graceful elegance allowed.

Lash recognised many of her ex-boyfriends among these screaming marines, all Sevenson Night Lords from Luke Sevenson's command squad. But she also saw marines that she had never seen before, some of them with the weird half sound system faces of noise marines of other Slaaneshi chaos space marine factions. Regardless of their faction, all of them were screaming in apparent distress in a way that was unprecedented for these extreme masochists!

"Mistress Lash!", David Sevenson himself called to her from a bed, getting out of bed to go to her.

Lash got slightly alarmed as the huge muscular 8 foot tall chaos space marine in a barely fitting hospital gown ran towards her, his huge muscular arms spread wide to hug her!

The Night Lord dropped down to one knee in front of Lash and wrapped her fragile elegant body in a surprisingly gentle hug of fond greeting.

Lash put one tiny arm halfway around his chest to return the hug, her other arm holding her bag, friendly but mostly just tolerating the terrifying hug more than enjoying it.

Lash escaped from the intimidating hug as soon as it was polite to do so, smiling sympathetically at her massive ex-boyfriend kneeling in front of her, patting him gently on the shoulder platonically.

David Sevenson looked the most miserable Lash had ever seen him look, his face grimaced with terrible suffering and dismay, he looked obviously pleased to see Lash but he still looked grim and tormented.

Other ex-boyfriends raised from their beds and ran over to Lash, and she found herself surrounded by towering muscle, with huge arms wrapping her in hug after hug. They were all so pleased to see her.

Lash was a little intimidated, but none of the huge men hurt her, the Sevenson Night Lords knew how to treat a dominant woman with proper respect. Every huge manly tormented face looked at Lash with submissive love and adoration and even worship, these men *loved* Lash and would never hurt her.

Lash greeted her numerous ex-boyfriends as warmly as she could without giving any of them the wrong idea, she cared deeply for all of them but she was not here to get back together with any of them.

"You all look terrible, I'm so sorry that this happened to you all", Lash said sympathetically.

"At least we have you Mistress Lash", several of her ex-boyfriends said hopefully in near unison.

Lash frowned softly at this, she didn't want to be hit on or pressured into some sort of relationship.

The ex-boyfriends were all extremely enthusiastic, surrounding her tightly on all sides so that she couldn't physically escape, towering over the tiny Geisha. They could so easily kill her with their bare hands…

Lash unfurled her elegant hand fan and fanned herself exotically, and set her graceful face to look cold and unmoving as a statue, subtly radiating icy dominance.

"Back up two steps!", Lash commanded icily with highly elegant and feminine dominance.

The effect was instantaneous. The ex-boyfriends obeyed without question, replying "Yes Mistress Lash".

Lash fanned her face icily, elegantly turning slowly in a circle to look sternly into the eyes of all of her overly eager ex-boyfriends. They were all looking at Lash with intense hunger and desire.

Lash was an extremely high priced dominatrix of extreme skill and experience, she treated domination and punishment and discipline as an obsessive art form, obsessed with perfection in her highly sadistic career. She was among the very best of the best in her profession, so naturally that meant that Slaanesh worshipping masochistic chaos space marines completely and utterly adored her.

Just as the infamous pain-smith Dr Liling Wong-Sevenson was forever fighting off overly enthusiastic Slaanesh worshipping chaos space marine suitors with a stick, Mistress Lash the extremely high class Geisha-Dominatrix was also fighting these men off with a stick. If you were an attractive chaos woman who had extreme preternatural skills in sadism and/or domination, the Slaanesh worshipping masochistic men would enthusiastically covet you as a lover.

Lash could charge 500 script per hour as a bottommost base price, and these sort of men would eagerly pay such prices for just an hour of her sadistic ministrations. In reality the price Lash was paid per hour could be *substantially* more than a *mere* 500 script, once the horny masochistic clients ordered all their perverted favourite expensive optional extra services.

Sex with Lash's vagina in particular was outrageously expensive, she would let a client penetrate her vagina with his penis for TEN THOUSAND script per hour, on top of her 500 script per hour base rate, and not a single script less. And some of her wealthy Slaaneshi chaos space marine clients EAGERLY paid this exorbitant price every time they hired her, throwing money at the sadistic object of their desire. She was simply THAT coveted by some of these men.

Lash looked dominantly at her ex-boyfriends, her extremely elegant painted face icy and severe, and the ex-boyfriends all grew huge erections that visibly bulged under their hospital gowns at the sight of her!

"You DARE to grow erect in my presence!?", Lash condemned the men with severe icy dominance, deliberately putting on her 'work persona' in an attempt to stop her ex-boyfriends being so vulgar.

The Sevenson Night Lords shuddered with submissive desire at her words, and all apologised profusely and tried to control their swellings without any success.

"You should all be ASHAMED of yourselves!, I am a *classy* and *elegant* LADY, an unworthy penis shall NOT be erect in my exalted presence!", Lash proclaimed imperiously.

"It's just getting harder!, It won't go down!, I'm sorry Mistress Lash!", various ex-boyfriends exclaimed in severe apology.

"Go stand facing the wall until those DISGUSTING organs behave themselves!, I do NOT want to look at them!", Lash ordered severely.

"Yes Mistress Lash at once!", the ex-boyfriends all replied in humiliated sexually aroused dismay, and ran to stand submissively facing the nearest walls.

Lash noticed that the ex-boyfriends were no longer screaming in suffering from their numbness, completely distracted by Lash. Lash smiled, pleased with herself for helping in her own small way.

An amused slow clapping filled the room, and Lash turned to see her exquisitely sexy black leather clad ex-girlfriend Wendy Sevenson walking towards her from the direction of the doorway, clapping her hands sardonically.

"You are looking absolutely gorgeous as ever Wendy, but what the hell did you do to your skin?", Lash greeted, noticing words scarred all over Wendy's skin.

"It's a long story, Octavia did this during what I guess you might call an extremely bad lover's spat, she carved my every sin into my skin with a knife", Wendy explained slightly sadly in her shockingly erotic sensual voice.

"That's terrible!, Are you ok?!", Lash exclaimed in shock and dismay.

"It happened almost a year ago, I just haven't gotten around to getting plastic surgery yet to fix it. I'm fine now", Wendy replied reassuringly in her erotic voice, sauntering closer.

"That must have been one hell of a lover's spat, especially from gentle Octavia", Lash replied.

"I deserved it, I have done some truly awful things to that poor woman. We have moved on to a better relationship now", Wendy reassured happily.

Wendy and Lash reached each other, and the pair of Dominatrices briefly hugged softly in warm greeting.

"How have you been Lash?, You look well", Wendy inquired fondly.

"I have been doing well, my career consumes me as always", Lash replied fondly.

"You and your career, even when we were a couple you wouldn't quit", Wendy chuckled nostalgically.

"I'm never going to retire, I couldn't stand it, my work is so fulfilling", Lash replied with a smile of fond amusement.

"You wouldn't be one of the best if you didn't keep yourself sharp with all of your clients to practice on", Wendy praised, flirting with Lash.

"Very true", Lash agreed warmly, feeling an almost romantic closeness to her charming ex-girlfriend.

"Seeing anyone new?", Wendy asked conversationally in a slightly flirting tone.

"Not as such, a man on the shuttle ride here hit on me and asked me out. I put itching paint on his nose to make him prove if he is serious", Lash chuckled softly.

"You and your exquisite itching paint. I lost so much weight from the itching torture, you were an exquisitely cruel Dominatrix", Wendy replied sensually in appreciation.

"I still am a highly sadistic creature", Lash replied flirtingly, fluttering her hand fan elegantly in a way that was subtly flirtatious.

"Are you flirting with me Lash?", Wendy asked in a highly flirtatious manner, smiling invitingly.

Lash chuckled, looking away playfully, having a wonderful time with Wendy.

"Do you think that the shuttle guy will be the one?", Wendy asked playfully.

"I highly doubt that it will even get to tomorrow before he scratches the paint and blows his chance, but I shall see I guess", Lash replied fondly.

"You always were too nice for your own good, giving chances to complete losers", Wendy chuckled fondly.

"Complete losers like you?", Lash quipped back fondly.

"Touché", Wendy replied with a small laugh.

"How are Octavia and the kids?, I hear that you finally got Franklin back?", Lash changed the subject before the flirting went too far.

"Aw, did I flirt with you too much?, Changing the subject already?", Wendy teased playfully, sharp as a razor.

"I already got cross with the boys for getting too friendly, you don't get a free pass", Lash playfully scolded fondly.

"I am very happily married and I have moved on from being a submissive, I have a trio of submissive lovers of my own now who need their dominatrix. This is just flirting", Wendy reassured playfully but seriously.

"A trio?, Not just Octavia?", Lash asked in surprise.

"I have a very submissive girlfriend who is like a second wife to me… And a husband", Wendy admitted awkwardly.

"A husband?, But you are completely gay. How can this be?", Lash asked in confusion.

"It's a long story, a very long story. I got a daemon wedding-ring to let me feel attracted to him, without my ring on I feel nothing when I look at him. Octavia and I tickle the absolute shit out of my submissive husband, it's so much fun", Wendy chuckled.

"He submits to Octavia too?, Is he a Sevenson Night Lord?", Lash asked curiously.

"No not a space marine, just an ordinary human. My husband submits to all us girls including my girlfriend-slash-honorary second wife, but occasionally I give him a turn of dominating the two female submissives, heck sometimes for an hour or two I even let him dominate me. He keeps getting me pregnant though, I only just gave birth to his baby and I'm already pregnant again", Wendy chuckled fondly.

"Congratulations on the baby", Lash congratulated happily.

"You are very welcome, you can hold my baby son Heinrich if you like", Wendy offered warmly.

"Yes please!, where is he?", Lash agreed enthusiastically.

Wendy ran away so fast that Lash could barely see her, and returned a few minutes later much more slowly holding a small baby very protectively, Wendy now covered in glistening sweat and looking slightly overheated from using her chaos gift of daemonic speed earlier.

"Aw!, He's so tiny!", Lash gushed delightedly at the sight of the extremely cute infant, walking over enthusiastically to look at the infant.

Wendy carefully transferred the baby into Lash's arms, and Lash cradled him very protectively, cooing softly at the blinking baby.

"Aw, look at you, you're SO cute", Lash cooed at the baby adoringly.

The baby started to cry without warning.

"Aw, why are you crying?", Lash soothed in a very maternal way, trying to soothe the infant.

Lash handed the baby back to his mother, and Wendy soothed her baby reassuringly with soft comforting noises, cradling him lovingly.

The baby calmed in his mother's arms.

"Aw, you didn't like me holding you?", Lash cooed to the baby with a happy smile.

The baby made a few soft noises and blew a messy bubble in one nostril, absolutely adorably cute.

Wendy carefully pulled a small plastic packet of paper tissues out of the deep crack of her huge sweaty cleavage with one hand, and used a tissue from the packet to clean away the baby's snot lovingly. Wendy put the soiled tissue in a small rubbish bin a few paces away, fussing lovingly over the baby the entire time.

Lash was enamoured with the baby, smiling happily and softly interacting with the extremely cute infant with a variety of soft words and noises.

Wendy put the baby in Lash's arms again, and she held him very protectively, smiling down at him in delight and making soothing noises.

The baby didn't cry this time, and Lash felt like she was in love as she cradled him adoringly, genuinely happy.

"The swelling went down Mistress Lash", one of her ex-boyfriends said respectfully, leaving the wall.

Lash ignored the ex-boyfriend, standing with Wendy and holding the baby eagerly.

"Mistress Wendy all wet and shiny with sweat… I have a swelling again…"

"Face the wall again until it goes down", Lash arrogantly ordered dismissively, barely sparing the man a glance.

"Yes Mistress Lash…"

Lash continued fawning over the extremely cute young baby, a picture of happiness.

"You look so happy, can I take a picture?", Wendy asked happily.

Lash agreed happily and smiled for several pictures taken on a multifunctional digital vox device, and Lash politely inspected the pictures to make sure that she looked good in all the pictures, politely requesting that one unflattering picture be deleted.

Wendy obligingly deleted the offending picture, and offered to digitally send a copy of all the pictures to Lash, to which Lash happily agreed.

"I could hold him all day", Lash admitted fondly, smiling down at the baby.

"Feel free to hold him as much as you like", Wendy replied fondly, her sensual erotic voice soft and subdued.

"I might not give him back", Lash chuckled.

Wendy chuckled fondly in reply, standing very close to Lash.

The two women lovingly fussed over the baby for a while, with Lash's ex-boyfriends repeatedly leaving the walls, getting erect again almost immediately at the erotic sight of Wendy's delicious skin all glistening with sweat, and returning to face the wall.

The other chaos space marines were still in their beds, and were moaning softly with misery, but not loudly enough to disturb the baby, and the sounds of suffering gave the room a deeply romantic air to Lash's sadism.

Wendy was standing very close to Lash, their faces close together as they cooed at the baby…

Wendy had a hair out of place covering one of her eyes, Lash absentmindedly brushed the hair out of Wendy's intoxicatingly beautiful face with a finger…

Wendy gently moved her remarkably erotic sexy face closer to Lash's face, smiling warmly and invitingly…

Lash raised her face to look Wendy in the eyes, their faces so close that their foreheads almost touched…

Lash shied away at the last moment, turning her face slightly so that Wendy couldn't kiss her lips. Wendy paused still in the mid-pucker of the almost-kiss, not backing away but not pressing her lips any closer.

Lash endured the extreme sexual tension with her ex-girlfriend, neither giving in nor breaking the tension, keeping her elegant Geisha head very close to Wendy's erotic porn star like head.

Wendy also held the sexual tension, smiling at Lash flirtatiously.

The baby made a noise, and both women returned their attention to the baby without resolving their almost-kiss.

***…

Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Wendy Sevenson felt very comfortable some time later, as she flirted with her deliciously graceful ex-girlfriend Lash Lee the Geisha-Dominatrix. Wendy always felt extremely comfortable in Lash's intoxicating presence.

Lash was flirting back as shamelessly as Wendy was, but she resisted every opportunity to move beyond their flirting, disciplined and in control of her own desires. Lash wanted to flirt, but she didn't want to do anything more than flirt.

The pair of them sat extremely close together facing each other, sitting dominantly on the backs of Belzevelle and Adolf, who were submissively holding completely still on their hands and knees as the pair of Dominatrices sat on them like chairs. Wendy sat on Belzevelle and Lash sat on Adolf, the two submissives wearing only white underwear on their bodies and black leather submissive collars on their necks.

Wendy and Lash were now in another smaller room in the large restricted area that was slightly more quiet and more private than the 'patient room' that housed the numbed marines, enjoying some fellowship together where the space marine boys wouldn't bother them. The room contained some chairs and small tables, and the sub-collared lacy white underwear clad Octavia sat a few meters away in a comfortable chair cradling the baby, but the two Dominatrices spurned the chairs in favour of using subs as seats the way Dominatrices were want to do.

Wendy gently reached out a hand flirtatiously to slightly straighten one of Lash's delicate earrings, gently accidentally-on-purpose softly brushing a finger against Lash's skin at the side of her face to flirt with her.

Lash tilted her head slightly at this touch, smiling in enjoyment at this playful physical flirtation, and Wendy smiled back warmly, greatly enjoying this.

This delightful flirting with Lash was a game that had to be played very carefully. Lash would tolerate flirting up to a point, but Lash would grow cold and strict and would sternly resist Wendy if Wendy pushed this flirting too far. Wendy had to read Lash's subtle facial expressions and body language carefully to determine just how far Lash would tolerate in the heavy flirting, and Wendy delighted in flirting right up to Lash's line of toleration.

Lash worshipped Slaanesh, but she worshipped all the other chaos gods and minor deities as well, as a single massive polytheistic pantheon, Lash a strict worshipper of Chaos Undivided. As a result she was much more sexually modest and reserved than a pure Slaanesh worshipper and would not simply fuck her friends in greeting. Wendy had to be careful not to offend the (relatively) sexually conservative Chaos Undivided worshipper.

Lash was smiling warmly as Wendy expertly flirted and held Lash in high sexual tension without crossing the line, Lash was loving this as much as Wendy was and was subtly flirting back to keep this game going.

Wendy moved her face closer to Lash's face, setting her face to look like she was about to kiss Lash, just to fluster Lash. Lash turned her lips away chastely to avoid the kiss, and Wendy grinned at Lash fondly.

Lash provocatively neatened Wendy's hair, subtly stroking a finger against the bare skin of Wendy's temple, deliberately flirting herself, and Wendy leaned her face into the touch to flirt in return. This flirting game was wonderfully fun.

"Do you ever miss owning every inch of my body as your submissive property?", Wendy ask flirtatiously just to get a reaction out of Lash.

Lash laughed at the provocatively worded question, smiling at Wendy with fond amusement. The sexual tension was extreme.

"I miss all of my former submissives", Lash replied evasively with a fond smile.

"I'm sure I was your favourite", Wendy flirted expertly.

"Oh you are sure are you?", Lash teased back playfully.

"If I hadn't switched to be a Dominatrix, I would still be your submissive right now. You would have been too fond of me to ever break up with me", Wendy pressed flirtatiously with adorable cheek.

"You are lucky that you did, being so bold and so cheeky to me right now. You would be in all sorts of trouble right now if you were still mine", Lash laughed amusedly.

"You miss me", Wendy pressed playfully, smiling warmly at Lash.

"I do, I do miss you", Lash admitted fondly.

"Of course you miss me, I was the most perfect submissive in the entire galaxy", Wendy teased cheekily with a grin.

Lash exploded with giggling laughter at Wendy's pure cheek.

"You are so naughty!", Lash giggled.

"I can be very, *very*, naughty", Wendy flirted provocatively, winking at Lash mischievously.

"In an alternate part of the infinite universe, the submissive Wendy is in *so* much trouble right now for her cheekiness", Lash replied fondly, smiling warmly with enjoyment of this banter.

"In an infinite universe there are *infinite* Wendy's getting spankings right now", Wendy corrected playfully.

"Those infinite Wendy's *wish* they were getting something so *mild* as a spanking. Those infinite Wendy's are cleaning infinite toilets with their *tongues*, *Nurgle toilets*", Lash corrected Wendy playfully.

Wendy moaned erotically at the mere thought of this wonderfully horrific punishment, growing damp around the G string that flossed her pussy.

"You DARE to get DAMP in my view without my permission!?", Lash chastised severely, looking down indignantly at Wendy's moistened G string.

Wendy froze at this, she had accidentally crossed Lash's invisible line of appropriate flirting by showing her pussy juices to Lash.

Wendy patted her pussy dry with a tissue in a display of penitence, and then crossed her legs chastely.

"I'm sorry about that Lash", Wendy apologised soothingly.

"I trained you *so* well to *only* get wet on command, the itching paint artworks on your pussy folds stayed dry *indefinitely* until I gave you permission to get wet!, I can only conclude that you were therefore getting wet *deliberately* just now!, There is harmless flirting and then there is just being vulgar, you were being vulgar!", Lash accused sternly.

"It wasn't deliberate I assure you, I have gotten rusty in my discipline over the years since becoming a Dominatrix. I cannot control my wetness the way I once could", Wendy frantically admitted, feeling so embarrassed that she was actually blushing.

"Wendy… I, I'm so… Disappointed…", Lash said those terrible words!

Wendy looked away in painful embarrassment, the disappointment of this exquisite Dominatrix was a terrible thing to endure.

"You weren't ready then… You obviously switched before your submission was perfect. I should never have let you go", Lash said apologetically, so nice that *she* was actually apologising to *Wendy* now!

"I'm so sorry Wendy!, I failed you!", Lash continued apologising sadly, blaming herself in a way that was adorably heroic and kind.

"You are such a ridiculously kind creature Lash, blaming yourself for my failure. You were always kind like this", Wendy reassured fondly.

"You were *perfect*, your discipline was absolutely perfect. The submissive Wendy I ruled would *never* lose control and get WET without doing so deliberately. Even Octavia's lust aura could not forcefully dampen you under my domination, you were my submissive masterpiece!", Lash lamented sadly.

"I know that I was Lash, I'm sorry that my discipline didn't last", Wendy apologised guiltily.

"I cried, when we broke up, I hid my tears from you but I cried", Lash admitted vulnerably with surprising honesty.

Wendy immediately gave Lash a warm platonic cuddle at these words, surprised and deeply touched by this admission.

Lash accepted the cuddle without complaint, looking at Wendy sadly.

"I cried too, I hated seeing you two break up", Octavia added sadly from her chair.

"I also cried…", Wendy hesitantly admitted, now that this was all being discussed.

Lash chuckled sadly at these admissions.

"I am sorry that I switched, we had a beautiful relationship that I went and ruined", Wendy apologised to Lash.

"I didn't mind breaking up for a good reason, (well I did mind), but having you switch *was* a *good* reason to break up, (given that I can't switch), good provided that you were actually *ready* to switch. I am now not sure that you were ready", Lash said seriously with sad regret.

"I had been a submissive for 300 years, I felt ready for a switch. I don't think that I could have gotten anymore perfectly submissive than you trained me to be, I didn't scratch the itching body paint for months on end, I didn't move at all unless you ordered me to move, I didn't eat, didn't drink, didn't go to the toilet unless you gave me permission. We reached perfection together", Wendy reassured Lash sincerely.

"That so called 'perfection' has degraded *so* much now, I clearly didn't discipline you enough", Lash said unhappily.

"What do you suggest we do about it now to mend things?", Wendy asked encouragingly.

"Do about it?, We are broken up now. You could hire my services I guess, but I probably don't have enough free time slots to discipline you properly", Lash considered out loud.

"That would be wonderful, a 'bit of good old fashioned discipline' as you put it, I warmly encourage it", Wendy said warmly.

"You will pay me money, this is not a date", Lash replied firmly.

"Of course of course. How much does sex cost?", Wendy asked playfully.

Lash slapped Wendy across the face!

Wendy felt only pleasure from the slight pain of the slap, but she was still slightly shocked by this reaction.

Lash was glaring at Wendy severely with dominant anger.

"I'm sorry, it was just a little joke", Wendy apologised quietly.

"You think this is funny?", Lash asked icily.

Wendy thrilled with delicious submissive desire at this icy dominance, remembering blissful memories of strict domination under this exquisitely sadistic elegant tyrant.

"It's not funny, I'm sorry Mistress", Wendy submissively replied automatically, briefly forgetting herself.

"Don't call me that outside of paid sessions, we are *ex* girlfriends… (Sigh), We are friends, I am your friend", Lash started but then composed herself to become kind.

"We are friends, dear dear friends", Wendy agreed placatingly.

"Dear old friends", Octavia agreed happily.

"Dear friends", Lash agreed with a smile.

"It's nice to meet a friend of my Mistress", Belzevelle said politely, holding completely still as Wendy's seat.

"Did I give you permission to speak?", Wendy asked Belzevelle sternly.

"No Mistress Wendy, I'm sorry Mistress Wendy", Belzevelle apologised submissively.

"You don't have permission to laugh either", Wendy ordered Belzevelle sternly and buried a cruel stroking finger in one of Belzevelle's bare underarms.

Belzevelle made frantic muffled laughing noises through her nose, fighting not to laugh, and her body twitched slightly, struggling to remain still as Wendy disciplined her.

"It's nice to meet you too", Lash replied to Belzevelle with fond amusement.

"I'm sorry about her behaviour, she is relatively new", Wendy apologised to Lash.

"She is doing much better than Octavia, I have never seen Octavia shut up", Lash replied with fond amusement.

"I heard that Lash", Octavia pretend-grumbled cutely.

"I said it loud", Lash replied to Octavia fondly.

"Octavia is a tickle slave not a disciplined submissive like Belzevelle here, tickle slaves are *meant* to make a lot of noise", Wendy chuckled, still tormenting the barely silent Belzevelle.

"It's such a pity about the lust aura, Octavia was *really* fun to play with back before Slaanesh granted her that chaos gift", Lash said regretfully.

"That was ages ago, she got the gift on the day… Mistress Talon died…", Wendy said sadly at the memory.

"My dear departed cousin Talon, your late wife. (Sigh), The great slave wars, what a horrible time that was. Cousin Talon sometimes invited me over to play with your tickle slave Octavia before that awful time, we tickled the living crap out of Octavia for hours, it was very fun", Lash explained bittersweetly.

"Blessed Slaanesh gave me my lust aura gift to save my life on that awful day. The rebellious slaves wanted to kill me too when they murdered poor Owner Talon, that rotten evil murderous bitch Tina wanted to cut my throat with a knife!, They were all trying to murder me just for being loyal to my Owners during their slave revolution!", Octavia reminisced crossly.

(Author's note, see the story "Sisters in Slavery", for the utterly awful details of Mrs Talon Lee-Sevenson the brutally sadistic Dominatrix wife of Wendy getting murdered by her own slaves, (she fucking deserved it too), and the traumatised gentle stupid tickle slave Octavia, (who saw the murder), trying to deal with a grief stricken freshly widowed Wendy during a full scale slave revolution.)

"Those rotten slaves couldn't cut my throat thanks to my lust aura, they dropped their knives and had sex with me every time they went near me", Octavia added crossly.

"That's awful Octavia!, I'm so glad you weren't hurt!", Lash replied compassionately.

"She wasn't hurt physically, but emotionally she was severely messed up. I was too distressed myself from the death of my wife to even comfort Octavia, it was a horrible time", Wendy said sadly, still absentmindedly tormenting Belzevelle's armpit.

"I remember the funeral…", Lash said sadly.

"That fucking funeral!, Talon's body wasn't even removed before all those predatory gold digging Dominatrices started hitting on me at my wife's funeral!", Wendy remembered angrily.

"I remember your three biological daughters threatening to call their Night Lord sons and grandsons to break the Dominatrices' bones if they didn't leave you alone, I have never seen those greedy women RUN so fast", Lash reminisced with a chuckle.

Wendy snorted with laughter at the memory.

"My girls were very sweet, very protective of me. By Slaanesh it was despicable the way I was hit on at that funeral", Wendy sighed disgustedly.

"Completely despicable, hitting on the widow at a funeral!", Lash agreed with angry disgust.

"I suffered 300 years of that sort of thing. When you are a submissive as shit lesbian billionaire who only marries Dominatrices, greedy Dominatrices will fight viciously over you in quite unbelievable ways", Wendy sighed, exhausted by the memory.

"I never did anything like that, I was actually crying for Talon at that funeral", Lash noted.

"That's because you are not a complete piece of shit, those other women were", Wendy noted.

"It was horrible, no wonder you rebounded onto me as your new Dominatrix wife… Tickler-Dominatrix wife", Octavia added.

"I didn't 'rebound' onto you, we were already romantically involved long before Talon died. You were the tickle slave that slept with us every night in our damn bed, you were our girlfriend in every respect. You were always going to be my next wife", Wendy corrected Octavia.

"I had expected you to find another Dominatrix wife, I had expected to just stay in your bed as your tickle slave", Octavia reminisced slightly sadly.

"You were an extremely sadistic tickler, and easily the most loving wife I have ever had, you are really REALLY good for me, you just love me without condition and care about me. That's why you are my first and greatest love, you have never ever tried to use me for money or exploit me, your heart is pure", Wendy lovingly told her wife.

"I do love you, so much that it scares me sometimes. I don't want your money, I just want to play with you and have fun and enjoy our lives together. I loved having my own stupidly ticklish submissive wife that I could just tickle half to death as much as I liked, you just laughed and laughed and laughed", Octavia said happily and slightly naughtily.

"It was a wonderful marriage, it still is wonderful being married to you", Wendy promised Octavia romantically.

"I felt like I was intruding on Octavia's territory the entire time we were a couple, you kept your ex-wife as a tickle slave in your dungeon, heck you even kept her in your *bed* half the time", Lash admitted with a chuckle.

"You could have easily forbidden it, you were the Dominatrix who ruled the relationship. It's on you for letting me take Octavia to bed with us at all", Wendy teased fondly.

"Bed time is tender aftercare time, I let my subs play with their favourite toys and be comfortable during aftercare", Lash replied tenderly.

"You even gave me hour long massages in bed, you were so nice", Wendy replied fondly.

"I'm a nice person, I genuinely care about my subs. I also cared about Octavia's well-being, making her sleep naked in the dungeon restraints without so much as a sheet was just cruel, especially after she had been tickled to exhaustion the whole day. Octavia needed a comfortable bed at the end of the day so I didn't complain when you took her in our bed as a submissive tickle toy to play with", Lash explained kindly.

"It was very comfy in the bed, so nice and warm", Octavia remembered happily.

Belzevelle suddenly burst out laughing from Wendy's fingers stroking her armpit, her discipline not to laugh defeated.

"I told you not to laugh!", Wendy scolded severely.

"(Hard laughter), I'm sorry Mistress!, (laughter), It TICKLES!", Belzevelle apologised frantically.

"STOP LAUGHING!", Wendy snarled, tickling Belzevelle harder than ever.

"I can't!, I can't stop laughing Mistress Wendy!", Belzevelle laughed in dismay.

"How should I punish her?", Wendy asked Lash.

"You are asking *me*?, It's not my place to get involved in something so personal in your relationship", Lash softly protested.

"How would you have punished me in this situation back when we were a couple?", Wendy asked amusedly.

"I don't know enough about pregnant eldar to know what is even safe to do to her", Lash deflected her answer.

"As severe as that?", Wendy asked with a chuckle.

"I would not have been gentle to you if you broke discipline to laugh without my permission", Lash agreed with a slight chuckle.

"I'm trying to stop!", Belzevelle cackled desperately.

"Try harder!", Wendy snapped sternly, tickling Belzevelle all the harder in punishment, tickling both armpits at the same time now to punish Belzevelle.

Belzevelle was gasping with hysterical laughter now and her arms moved noticeably, fighting desperately to hold still.

Wendy was forced to use her daemonic speed to half stand up in a squat suddenly when Belzevelle collapsed to the floor to protect her armpits!

Belzevelle cowered on the floor in a defensive ball, giggling reflexively but looking afraid and extremely ashamed of herself.

Wendy looked at her husband. Adolf was still as a statue and fearfully not making a sound as he served as Lash's seat, he looked terrified of joining Belzevelle in her cruel fate.

"Adolf is behaving himself perfectly, as usual, while you, as usual, are embarrassing me!", Wendy chastised Belzevelle sternly.

Belzevelle looked up at Wendy wretchedly at these words, looking pitifully ashamed and repentant.

"I clearly need to redouble my efforts to discipline you Belzevelle, I blame myself for this", Wendy said, deliberately showing off in front of Lash.

"Yes, you are right to take responsibility Wendy, the discipline of the submissive is a reflection of the Dominant. Belzevelle only broke discipline because you *allowed* her to break", Lash gently admonished Wendy, humiliating Wendy in her attempts to show off!

Wendy looked at Lash, keeping her face unreadable.

"Belzevelle seems to have a lot of potential to be a beautifully submissive woman, but in my professional opinion she needs a lot of nurture and attention to reach her full potential. Are you doing proper aftercare each night?, Do you communicate with Belzevelle enough so that she knows exactly what you expect from her?, Are her punishments consistent?", Lash pressed Wendy curiously.

"Well… Not always", Wendy admitted with a delicious stab of humiliation.

"Then it is little wonder that her discipline is not perfect. That is your fault Wendy, not Belzevelle's, you owe Belzevelle an apology!", Lash demanded coldly.

"I'm sorry Belzevelle", Wendy said immediately, not arguing with Lash in this area of Lash's professional expertise.

"And this terrified man I am sitting on, I have been too polite to comment earlier but he is obviously not a masochist, nor is he sexually submissive by nature. This guy is heterosexual and sexually vanilla, with at most a big breast fetish and a quite extreme lesbian fetish, both so common among straight men that they hardly even count as kinks. What is he doing submitting along side your other two subs?", Lash asked uncomfortably.

"It's all consensual, I didn't force him. I told him that if he wanted to be my lover then he had to be my submissive. Just as I offered you when I switched, but unlike you he remained willing", Wendy defended herself reasonably.

"All consensual?!, The man is a SLAVE!, And he has a (fairly new) single solitary slave brand on his shoulder bearing your personal rune symbol, unlike Octavia's *multiple* old slave brands that show a transaction history of a seasoned slave that has been sold and bought by different owners. This man is not someone else's original slave who crossed your path, started a consensual relationship with you and then got purchased by you so that you could be together, like you did with Octavia. Uh uh, YOU YOURSELF enslaved this man according to his brand!", Lash deducted sternly.

"A non-masochistic chattel slave with no consensual slavery kink like Octavia has… You call non-consensual SLAVERY 'all consensual'!?, The legally enforced unequal power dynamic alone makes it impossible for this man to ever defy your will. I doubt that any original slave of yours would have the courage or the will to initiate a romantic courtship towards you, they wouldn't dare. I think that this man was originally free when he started courting you, I think that this freedom made you feel uncomfortable or inconvenienced so you selfishly got your Night Lord kin to enslave him for you, so that you had comforting power over him", Lash continued with surprisingly accurate intuition.

"I think that it *could* have been a healthy relationship, but you were selfish and had to feel in control. You wanted this relationship, (I'm not even sure why), but you wanted it to be all about *your* needs. You literally enslaved a man who only wanted to love you, absolutely despicable!", Lash concluded disgustedly.

Wendy sighed deeply in weary guilt at these terrible (true) words, they touched a nerve in her exhausted heavily burdened conscience. Wendy was so ashamed that she sat on the floor next to Belzevelle and draped her long brown hair across her face to hide from Lash's accusing stare.

"I'm a rotten person Lash, an evil person. I have done so many horrible things and I can't undo any of them. That's why Em-Hegg-Ammon is hunting me, because I am so evil", Wendy admitted sadly.

"You are a leader of *Night Lords* and you are a chaos champion of Slaanesh, of COURSE you have done evil things to draw the wrath of Em-Hegg-Ammon!, You think this is news to me?, Even when we were a couple you did *horrific* things in your work life, and if you yourself had refused to do those evil things, someone else would have been found to do them instead. You are a faceless cog in an evil system. (Sigh), The difference with you is that you at least have the decency to know right from wrong and to feel really bad when you do awful things", Lash replied.

"That's why I get so angry with you when you do rotten things in your personal life outside of work, you are not just a sociopath, you are better than this awful behaviour!", Lash added angrily.

Wendy hung her head in shame.

"Permission to speak Mistress Wendy?", Adolf asked seriously.

"Permission denied", Wendy said quietly, she couldn't deal with even more people talking.

Adolf submissively held silent.

"He probably had something important to say about this", Lash complained.

"It wouldn't be very fair to Belzevelle if I let Adolf speak after punishing her for speaking", Wendy exhaustedly made up an excuse.

"Completely different situation. Belzevelle *enjoys* submitting to you, it is written all over her body language, she is an enthusiastic submissive who eagerly consents, this woman *wants* to be punished and dominated by you. Adolf on the other hand *clearly* gets no pleasure at all from being punished and dominated by you, he is *enduring* not *enjoying* being a submissive", Lash lectured disapprovingly.

"He loves me, that is why he submits. Adolf begged me to be his wife, even after I enslaved him he wouldn't stop wooing me. I eventually gave him an ultimatum that I would only marry him if he submitted to me, he accepted my ultimatum terms and I married him as he wished", Wendy defended.

"That's still really sick. Torturing a *husband* that you know is not a masochist at all is completely sick Wendy!, How do you even live with yourself!?", Lash condemned disgustedly, getting up off Adolf's back!

Wendy trembled in moral horror at these words, feeling a deep stab in the chest. Wendy hid her face behind her hair and began to sob tears of guilt.

"Hajsnip!", Adolf loudly said his safe word, "I said the safe word, hajsnip hajsnip hajsnip!"

Wendy immediately felt her husband's strong muscular arms wrap around her tightly and give her a hug, he sat on the floor beside her and pulled her into his muscular chest, cuddling her wonderfully as she sobbed with guilt.

"It's ok Wendy, I completely forgive you, you don't need to feel guilty about me", Adolf soothed her wonderfully, kissing her hair.

Wendy clung to her husband and pressed her hair covered face into his chest, her conscience on fire.

"I appreciate your concern for my well-being Lash, but please don't make my wife cry. She has been through hell, she doesn't need to feel even worse on my part", Adolf addressed Lash politely but firmly.

"You are a gentleman", Lash softly noted respectfully.

"I love my wife, I will endure anything for my wife, including daily torture if that's what she needs. I am extremely protective of my wife, I will die to protect her as any man worthy of the name would protect and die for his wife. I am not a victim, I am a man", Adolf said calmly.

There was a long silence at these remarkable words, every woman in the room stunned and impressed.

"Remarkable", Lash murmured in awe.

Adolf continued to soothe Wendy as the silence became deafening.

"I found a real keeper, I love him more than I ever thought I could love any man. Even a lesbian like me could not resist him", Wendy told Lash softly, soothed from her tears in his comforting cuddle.

"Only a lesbian like you would *attract* his attention, this man has an *extreme* lesbian fetish unless my fetish senses are deceiving me. Straight men like him with an extreme lesbian fetish will happily endure a heavy price to permanently join a pair of beautiful lesbians like you and Octavia, the addition of Belzevelle is an even bigger bonus for his lesbian fetish", Lash diagnosed Adolf with professional seriousness.

Wendy stiffened at these words, they made Adolf's love feel cheaper.

"That is not fair at all Lash, I fell in love with Wendy specifically, Wendy the woman not Wendy the lesbian. I only see the woman I love when I look at my wife", Adolf defended himself, with chivalrous manners as Lash was a woman.

"I am not trying to belittle your love for Wendy, but it's always best to lay bare the fetishes and sexualities of everyone in a relationship to see the sexual foundation that the sexual relationship rests on. That doesn't make the love cheap just because the sexual aspect is better understood", Lash reassured respectfully.

"The fact that Wendy is a lesbian does turn me on, when the girls play together I get excited. But I have never really thought about it as a fetish", Adolf said reasonably.

"It's a fetish and I suspect that it is a very strong fetish for you. Being in a permanent sexual relationship with a trio of very *very* beautiful lesbians is extreme fuel for your fetish. The more you consume this fetish fuel, the more addicted you become to need even more lesbian sex to keep fuelling it. I suspect that it is like a drug that you are completely dependent upon, you will suffer literal daily torture just to get your next fix like an addict", Lash hypothesised.

"Fuck…", Adolf faltered at this.

"This is what Slaanesh does, finds your hidden vices and amplifies them to feed himself on your lust and excess. You live in constant contact with Slaanesh worshippers, you sleep in Wendy's daemonette possessed bed, you are surrounded by the influence of Slaanesh tugging at your mind looking for ways to feed on your desires. I'm guessing that your life is a continual lesbian orgy that would shock any ordinary layperson who saw it?", Lash said grimly.

"By the Emperor… What have I become…", Adolf murmured in shame and horror.

"You have become a slave to your own desires, but you have also become someone I love so much that it hurts", Wendy answered sincerely from his arms.

"Look… Even the most dysfunctional relationships *can* be deeply loving and can improve over time with work, and *no* relationship is ever perfect. But the problems *must* be at least acknowledged and made known to make a relationship work long term. This relationship needs a *lot* of work but not necessarily a divorce, even this train wreck can be put back on the tracks", Lash reassured Adolf kindly.

"I can't leave my wives, I couldn't stand to leave. Even when I get tickled until I vomit, even when I get tortured, I can't even bring myself to say the safe word let alone leave. I NEED my three wives, I love them more than anything", Adolf admitted to Lash.

"What if you got to keep your wives, your 'lesbians', without being tortured each day?", Lash offered seriously.

"That would be wonderful, my wildest dream. But it is never going to happen. The daily kinky torture is the price I pay to keep them", Adolf replied honestly.

"That is a very transactional view of a relationship, like it's a sexual service that you pay three sex workers for with your suffering, rather than four people who freely love each other having sexual fun together without fear. Your *wives* should love you without 'payment'", Lash opined disapprovingly.

"Would you yourself stay with someone who couldn't satisfy your own sadism?", Wendy asked Lash cuttingly.

"I myself would never have let a non-masochist marry me in the first place, I only date people who enjoy what I do to them", Lash began.

"Your ex-husband…", Wendy interjected.

"That was an *arranged* marriage to produce genetically 'suitable' new members of my Clan, you know that the Lee family Clan practices selective breeding. My Clan arranged my marriage to my distant cousin to create a *breeding* pair, but it was hardly even a relationship at all, he just got me pregnant from time to time, (in between horrible bouts of domestic violence). We divorced as soon as we reached the required quota of babies, I couldn't be rid of that wife beater quickly enough. It was COMPLETELY different from your own love based marriage", Lash replied.

Wendy sighed, Lash had an answer for everything.

"Stop hurting this man, I know from my own experience of domestic violence just how HORRIBLE it is to be hurt by your spouse in ways you don't enjoy. Find some type of sexual play that you BOTH enjoy", Lash demanded.

"That's certainly reasonable", Adolf agreed seriously.

"But I CAN'T stop tickling Adolf!, I NEED my kink!", Octavia loudly protested.

"What if Adolf simply tickles you in the sadistic role without switching Octavia?, That way you both get to enjoy the activity", Lash suggested reasonably.

"But how would that work during bath time if I can't tickle him clean?, He would get so dirty and smelly", Octavia asked stupidly.

"I can wash myself clean in the bath", Adolf pointed out.

"I would get quickly bored, I can't do vanilla stuff long term", Wendy warned.

"Well find a kink that you can both enjoy, surely there is something you both like", Lash encouraged.

"I don't mind taking the sadistic role, I actually really enjoy spanking lesbians with my hand, as a 'fetish' I guess. I also enjoy tickling Octavia, though not as a fetish, it's just fun and funny the way she laughs and goes crazy from it. Honestly I could quite happily pass an hour relaxing on a comfy couch with Octavia laying across my lap in handcuffs as I tickle her stomach, especially if I gag her first so her laughter isn't too loud in my ears", Adolf suggested happily.

"I am happy to oblige, an hour being tickled on the couch in handcuffs sounds lovely", Octavia offered enthusiastically.

"Spanking is 'ok', it's a start, but what else?", Wendy asked uncertainly.

"I can tickle you on the couch like Octavia", Adolf offered fondly.

"I enjoy that as a relaxing sleepy afternoon type of activity, but that's hardly a staple activity for an eight hour long hardcore BDSM play session. Spanking and tickling are great in a bondage game, but it has to be done to Slaaneshi levels of excess to satisfy me", Wendy warned.

"You still have Octavia and Belzevelle to do the extreme stuff with, Adolf could take a more limited role in the play sessions, maybe he could go away and do something else for a while during long play scenes, come and go as he wants. The kids could certainly do with at least one parent on hand as the rest of you play, there are probably chores to be done, a marriage is more than just sex", Lash suggested.

Wendy frowned slightly at this reasonable suggestion, Slaanesh wouldn't like it if any part of Wendy's marriage was anything other than excessive sexual depravity to the point of near madness.

"Slaanesh expects great things from his Champions, what you suggest would not be entertaining to Slaanesh. To have one of my spouses being BORING during sex would be borderline blasphemy to my god!", Wendy warned Adolf and Lash.

"I don't want to have boring sex either, I want to have really hot sex. I would just *prefer* if I didn't get *tortured* while I am having really hot sex", Adolf explained reasonably.

"That sounds like a contradiction in terms to me", Wendy admitted unhappily.

"It sounds like a contradiction in terms to me too, but it's different for vanilla people", Lash told Wendy.

"I'm not happy with this so far, I'm *going* to get bored if the ideas don't get a LOT kinkier", Wendy warned.

"I don't *mind* some low intensity tickling and spankings, I don't mind being in bondage either so long as I am not tortured too hard. Even the bath tickles are tolerable when they don't go on too long, ten minutes, maybe twenty at most, I can endure without suffering too hard. The forced orgasm torture can be fun up to about ten in a row before it gets really painful, the anal pegging is ok if the dildo is small enough, being an 'oral sex slave' for all the girls is actually fantastic. Honestly I can have a tolerable time as a submissive as long as it is done carefully and not too much", Adolf offered.

"But what if I *want* to do something more than that with my own *husband*?, What if I *want* to tickle my husband for over an hour?, What if I *want* to see how many times I can force your anatomy to orgasm in a row?, What if I get extreme pleasure from these things, will you deny pleasure to your wife?", Wendy asked her husband seriously.

"I have *never* denied you from doing those things to me, even when you tied me up with my legs spread and kicked me in the balls for half the day I didn't *deny* you the privilege to do these things to me!, I *want* to give you pleasure my wife, but is it at least *possible* for our sex life to be a bit less… What's the word… Torture?", Adolf replied reasonably.

"(Sigh), Look, (another sigh), I am willing to *talk* about changing our play activities, I *want* you to enjoy *our* sex life, but *I* want to enjoy it too. Octavia and Belzevelle want to enjoy *our* collective sex life too. *If* you can suggest some new sexual play activities that *everyone* can enjoy *as much* as our current activities, then I'm willing to… Consider… Thinking about… Um, think about thinking about them", Wendy hedged carefully.

"'Think about thinking about them'?, What a load of crap you are talking Wendy!", Lash snapped in exasperation.

"I just don't want to seriously commit to anything, I will be bored half to death by what he will want me to agree to!", Wendy snapped honestly, still wrapped comfortingly in her husband's arms.

"You have no shame at all do you", Adolf snarked to Wendy in slight annoyance.

"Do you have any IDEA how much PLEASURE I get from being completely sadistic to you!, You are wearing the daemon ring 'The Chaste Submissive Husband' for Slaanesh's sake!, I am so *stupidly* attracted to you with that ring on your finger!, To my bewitched sight you look second *only* to OCTAVIA in sex appeal!, My sex attraction goes Octavia first, you second, every other woman in the whole freaking galaxy below you!", Wendy exclaimed dramatically.

"You expect me to be around THAT level of sex appeal and NOT do wild things to you?!, It would drive me absolutely mad!", Wendy protested.

Adolf chuckled fondly at these flattering words, grinning smugly at her in amusement.

Wendy looked into his grinning smug face, and to her bewitched sight he looked so absurdly attractive that she crossly kissed him immediately.

"You will just have to try to control yourself around my awesome sex appeal", Adolf quipped humorously with adorable cheekiness, breaking the kiss.

"But I don't want to", Wendy quipped back cutely.

"Aw", Adolf teased playfully, kissing her lips adoringly.

Wendy grumpily gave into the kiss, wrapping her daemonically strong arms gently around his neck.

"You are lucky you said your safe word", Wendy added with cute grumpiness during a break in the kissing.

"See, you can still do 'normal' couple stuff and enjoy yourself", Lash encouraged Wendy sternly.

"Even you and I got cute like this during aftercare, all couples can do this affectionate stuff, it's different during sex", Wendy pointed out.

"You will just have to figure it out", Lash replied inflexibly.

Wendy turned around in Adolf's cuddle and stretched out her arm and grabbed Belzevelle by the back of her lingerie bra straps, dragging Belzevelle across the floor to Wendy by the bra straps. Wendy manhandled Belzevelle to kneel submissively on her shins facing Wendy, Belzevelle as still and submissive and compliant as a life sized doll.

"Looks like I am going to have to play with YOU a LOT more to make up for the lost sadism", Wendy told her dark eldar honorary second wife Belzevelle gleefully, stroking Belzevelle's long black hair affectionately.

Belzevelle submissively held silent, but her face looked simultaneously excited and terrified at Wendy's words.

Wendy kissed the submissive dark eldar hungrily, and sadistically bit Belzevelle's bottom lip painfully.

Belzevelle whimpered barely audibly from the pain, but held completely still like a good girl.

"Beautifully submissive, and this one LIKES it when you are sadistic to her. You are in no danger of starving for lack of a sub to torture", Lash said approvingly.

"I guess so", Wendy allowed, breaking the bite kiss with Belzevelle.

"Don't forget your tickle toy, I'm VERY happy to get more play time Mistress Wendy!", Octavia added enthusiastically.

Wendy grinned hungrily at her beloved tickle slave first wife Octavia the deliciously huge breasted Chosen of Slaanesh, the exquisite woman so eager to please Wendy as always. Octavia grinned back with enthusiastic excitement, eager as a loyal playful puppy to follow Wendy into new adventures of extreme sexual depravity in worship of Slaanesh.

"Ready for a new extreme tickle bondage adventure tonight Octavia?", Wendy asked huskily.

"Always Mistress Wendy", Octavia agreed enthusiastically with energetic delight.

"Are YOU ready for a tickle bondage adventure tonight Belzevelle?", Wendy asked cruelly with sadistic glee.

Belzevelle gazed back at Wendy in horror.

"Yes Mistress Wendy…", Belzevelle replied very submissively with notably less enthusiasm than Octavia.

"You sound SO enthusiastic", Wendy laughed delightedly.

"I'm SO happy I said the safe word", Adolf quipped with a chuckle, earning himself a look from Belzevelle.

Lash laughed, finally sounding happy again.

"See, this is much more healthy. It's adorable when everyone consents, happy subs, playful banter, happy Dominatrix. Em-Hegg-Ammon wouldn't hate you so much if you just did the right thing more often, and you yourself would be much happier", Lash opined fondly.

"I think that Em-Hegg-Ammon is more interested in my war crimes and genocide than in my relationship antics", Wendy said with a sad smile.

"That would be more reasonable if Em-Hegg-Ammon could name a single faction in the galaxy that DOESN'T commit war crimes and genocide, what *millennium* does she even think this is?!, Even the Tau Empire and the Craftworld Eldar piss her off, her expectations are absurdly unrealistic", Lash tutted in annoyance.

"What's that thing she once said?, 'Every modern general in the galaxy would be found guilty of war crimes at The Hague'. Whatever 'The Hague' is", Wendy chuckled with a shake of her head.

"All modern warfare is really horrible, that's why I don't follow any war news, it's just too depressing. I prefer to focus on happy civilian things, the news these days is all just war and politics, I let people like the Matriarch worry about all that stuff, I don't even want to know about that stuff, I just want to focus on my own life", Lash opined seriously.

"What do you mean I sound like 'a Russian mother days before her son gets mobilised to die in Ukraine' TigerLily?, I don't even know what that means", Lash said suddenly.

"Ignore war and politics at your own peril Lash, just because you ignore politics and war doesn't mean that politics and war will ignore you. Stay well informed, use true knowledge to change things to be better for yourself and those you care about, that's the Tzeentch way", TigerLily's voice tittered in the air.

"That sounds really exhausting and confusing, I have enough problems of my own already, I don't have the time or the energy to think about that stuff", Lash complained.

"And now your mobilised untrained Russian civilian son is in Luhansk with HIMARS and artillery shells raining down on his head", TigerLily chuckled mockingly.

(Author's note, sorry I just couldn't help myself, I know it's poor taste. I'm not mocking the human suffering of Putin's war, I'm mocking the widespread comically extreme civilian political apathy in the Russian Federation as of 30 October 2022, and wilful political ignorance in general. Learn your geopolitical shit or get completely blindsided by a lot of very nasty surprises.)

"We are trying to have a serious conversation here TigerLily, and you should be focusing on Luke", Lash complained, ignoring what TigerLily was saying.

"Yes yes, Em-Hegg-Ammon is asking the impossible as always. It is the nature of a pure conscience decoupled from the balancing effects of the rest of the psyche to demand unrealistic things. The conscience strives for perfect ethical action, but wisdom, pragmatism, experience, knowledge and other elements of the mind temper the demands of the conscience to be something more realistic. A conscience set loose just on its own is a recipe for folly", TigerLily chuckled mockingly.

"But can't she SEE that she is asking for the impossible?", Lash asked.

"She is literally 'out of her mind', out of Slaanesh's mind. She is not truly a separate entity at all, no greater daemon of Slaanesh is, they are all just a small part of a monstrously large mind. Em-Hegg-Ammon *is* Slaanesh, and when balanced by all the other greater daemons of Slaanesh, the combined entity is Slaanesh's mind. You will find only unbalance in Em-Hegg-Ammon, she will never be a balanced completely rational individual", TigerLily explained.

"Does that mean that my husband The Flesh Mistress is not a full person either?", Octavia asked dimly.

"Your husband is the mind of Slaanesh himself, a small part of Slaanesh's psyche, but still a part of Slaanesh's mind. Your husband The Flesh Mistress is part of Slaanesh's higher cognition, specifically devoted to Slaanesh's medical and surgical knowledge, he is an expert in knowledge of flesh, hence the name, Flesh Master or Flesh Mistress. The greater daemon is omni-gendered, it has both male and female bits and has no set gender, to some he is a he, to some she is a she, to some it is an it. The daemon answers to all gendered terms of address equally, happily a husband or a wife to you depending upon how you choose to view it", TigerLily explained cheerfully.

"Why did he choose me for a wife?", Octavia asked curiously.

"Because of your relationship to my daughter Egg Sevenson the Alpha Plus psyker, you raised Egg as your own daughter more than any other person, and Slaanesh covets Egg more greatly than you could possibly imagine. Having a greater daemon of Slaanesh permanently bonded to you with an eternal marriage union is very useful to Slaanesh, if Egg ever returns to the family, your husband will be on hand to use you to manipulate Egg in Slaanesh's favour", TigerLily said with brutal honesty!

Wendy winced at this dangerous admission.

Octavia wailed in rage and horror at these words and began to weep uncontrollably in betrayal!

"Too brutally honest?, Ok, memory erased", TigerLily chuckled.

Octavia stopped crying immediately.

"Your husband just really loves you Octavia, he fell in love with you", TigerLily encouraged warmly.

"Aw, that's so lovely, I love him too", Octavia replied delightedly.

"Um, what the fuck was that!?", Lash growled dangerously.

"Memories are such wonderful things to get to keep hold of, sometimes the memories last longer if you don't ever talk about them", TigerLily said warningly, in an extremely friendly and cheerful tone to confuse Octavia.

"You and I really need to have a talk soon TigerLily, a LONG talk", Lash warned hatefully.

"No wonder Em-Hegg-Ammon is so pissed off with our family all the time", Wendy sighed quietly, this really was morally shitty.

***…

(Happy Halloween everyone)