Chapter 10G
Demetrio Acosta and his fellow Brotherhood of Toth space marines reluctantly fought beside the mercenary forces still loyal to the Wong family, an alliance only forced by the fact that they were mutual allies of the Sevenson Night Lords. The fleet was ripping itself apart, hopelessly adrift in the Maelstrom currents as the constant fighting distracted the concentration of the navigators.
The place was pandemonium, with hundreds of different tiny warbands and factions dividing up sections of the various ships between them in bloody turf wars. Canisters of gas were stolen and then retaken constantly, as all the players tried to keep as much as possible for themselves. The ships interiors were shot up war zones, and Slaaneshi nympho girls kept getting loose from their cages in the fighting and were now migrating throughout the various ships in slow moving orgies the way Slaaneshi nympho girls do, which only escalated the fighting as one more desirable thing to fight over.
The Night Lords in particular were getting distracted from the fighting by constantly having to retrieve their favourite Slaaneshi nympho girls, yet they still kept losing more as quickly as they could retrieve them!
Right now an entire swarm of Slaaneshi nympho girls were having a giant orgy right in the middle of the kill zone the Brotherhood of Toth was trying to set up. The Night Lords were angrily demanding that their whores not be harmed, which was making a shambles of the tactics the Brotherhood of Toth were trying to enact.
"Please fuck me!" One of the crawling naked nymphos pleaded Demetrio, even as enemy fire pinged off his armour.
The girl in question was a blondie with monstrous tits, so gorgeous that Demetrio was tempted to oblige her begging for sex, and with shoulder brands proclaiming her a slave the property of one Sherman Sevenson. Crawling all over the floor around her were other drop dead gorgeous Slaaneshi nympho girls, of an entire spectrum of different ethnicities, all with ownership brands of various Sevensons. They would cost an absolute fortune to reimburse the owners if he accidentally killed one, and this corridor had surveillance cameras, so the blasted owners would know who killed their favourite fucktoys!
This tactical situation was hopeless, they couldn't fight with all these extremely expensive nympho slaves in the way. The Brotherhood of Toth would have to withdraw away from these girls and attack somewhere else!
The Brotherhood of Toth initiated a tactical withdrawal, trying to find a way around this swarm of girls. Some of the girls however mindlessly crawled after them, eyes frantic with raw lust, loudly begging and moaning for sex. The enemy would hear them a mile away with these moaning sluts dogging their every move!
"I NEED your cock inside me!" moaned one of the sluts, kneeling provocatively at his leg.
The woman licked the leg of his armour, moaning with raw passion in a way that gave Demetrio an instant erection. All around Demetrio, other marines were being eagerly followed by grovelling crawling sluts, the marines shifting uncomfortably, obviously having rock hard erections like Demetrio had.
"I'm not going to battle with a stiffy, I can barely walk right now! I don't want to die hobbling from an erection in battle," Pedro Silva stated bluntly.
"I'm inclined to agree, I can hardly walk right now," their Squad Sergeant Valentino Sanchez agreed.
Other marines in the group agreed, as did the loyal Wong human mercenaries. Every man of them currently had the erections from hell and were limping awkwardly.
"This is RIDICULOUS! Someone grab those girls and get them out of here before we all get killed!" Demetrio exclaimed.
The nympho girls giggled as they were hoisted over the shoulders of Wong Petrochemicals human mercenaries to be carried back to their cages. The men had a look in their eyes that suggested that they would be having a highly fun detour to a bed before they finally returned these girls to their cages. Demetrio personally didn't blame them.
With those cock hardening damn nympho girls finally taken away, Demetrio's Cell and their mercenary allies gradually coaxed their throbbing erections to go down.
"Ah that's so much better! Ok NOW I feel ready to die in battle," Pedro said with a cheerful relieved sigh.
"Ok, we need to focus now. The old objectives still stand, we just now have a nympho orgy as an additional terrain feature in this field of battle." Space marine sergeant Valentino Sanchez told the assembled group.
"They are sitting right in the middle of the kill zone," a space marine flame thrower specialist named Renaldo Periera pointed out.
"Right, that is unfortunately true. We are going to need an alternative strategy here, any ideas men?" Valentino Sanchez asked.
"Are nympho girls afraid of fire, what if I gave them a little "encouragement" to move with my flamer?" Renaldo Pereira suggested with a grin.
"That might work but too much could go wrong. They might not run, and then we would have to extinguish the flames to avoid angering the Night Lords. Even if they moved, we can't be sure where they would go. At the moment we know exactly where they are, I would like to keep it that way," Valentino said grimly.
"Why do they even keep getting out? This is the third time in the last few days that those nymphos got lose!" Demetrio asked incredulously.
"Yeah, this is becoming a major disruption to the fighting. They should all just be locked in a panic room and be done with it," Pedro agreed.
"I agree that they need to be contained, but to be fair the Night Lords can't just bung hundreds of nympho girls together in a panic room like that, they would all fuck each other to death." Valentino pointed out.
"So what, just get new ones," Pedro said dismissively.
"These nympho girls have families, a heap of them have borne children for their owners. Some of their sons are Night Lords." Valentino explained.
"Ah I see. Yeah, that's a completely different story. Maybe we shouldn't try using flamers to herd them..." Renaldo allowed.
"Why do they even keep collecting so many of these girls, they are so high maintenance, can't even feed themselves?" Demetrio asked.
"You are joking aren't you? Do you even REMEMBER the crazy erections we got before!? I can see damn well why they keep them, a cage full of those nympho girls to have in your bed each night would be the very definition of heaven," Pedro chuckled.
"Focus men, we need to find a solution to this tactical problem before the enemy storms this position," Valentino reminded them all.
"Can we just completely bypass this entire section and attack somewhere else?" Renaldo asked.
"We certainly could, and maybe we will have to, but we still need that objective. It can wait a few days if necessary but we will still have to return here anyway." Valentino replied.
"Those nympho girls are migrating over time the way they do, if we come back later the girls will all be gone somewhere else," Demetrio suggested.
The cell discussed this. Unlike other Space Marine Legions, the Alpha Legion did not just rigidly obey the chain of command without question. They were trained to think as a group rather than as individuals, meaning that the tactical decisions taken were ultimately a group decision.
The cell currently was reduced to approximately 40 members, having taken casualties over recent weeks, and 40 minds were better than one. In a time critical combat situation they would of course revert to simply following chain of command, but at this moment the enemy was attempting to wade through a seething mass of sex mad nympho girls, a slow process at the best of times, buying the squad some time to brainstorm options.
"We could try dividing into fire teams and using combined squad tactics to fight our way around the nympho swarm to hit the enemy in the flank," suggested a cell neophyte named Afonso Jesus.
(author's note, Jesus in this case is pronounced Yay-Zeus and is a common last name in Portugal. All members of Demetrio's cell have Portuguese names, indicating probable Portuguese heritage in some or all of the original chaos cultist members of the Brotherhood of Toth in its founding.)
"That could work, but I'm still worried about those nympho girls getting in the way at a critical moment. The battlefield is not a static environment, things can change in an instant. We need to stay flexible and have a clear exit strategy if the shit hits the fan. Those nympho girls might surround us, give away our position, and slow down a tactical withdrawal." Valentino countered.
"What if we just get some guys with their cocks out to lure the girls away?" suggested another neophyte named Joao Ferreira.
"Apart from the fact that the enemy are currently wading through those girls and would shoot your cock off?" Pedro laughed.
Further discussion was then interrupted by the arrival of the enemy vanguard of Black Legion space marine squads. The vanguards had a huge swarm of girls crawling after them, and the marines were crouching down behind the girls as much as possible to use them like human shields.
The cell could not safely return fire properly without hitting the girls, so instead hugged cover and tried to tempt the enemy into engaging them in close combat.
The Black Legion weren't stupid, and kept their distance, launching frag missiles at the men in cover and laying down a suppressing fire to keep them pinned down. The Black Legion started lobbing frag grenades behind the cover the cell and their allies were using, causing casualties in the Wong human mercenaries and minor injuries in the cell members.
The cell hurled smoke grenades in the space between themselves and the enemy, and quickly disengaged in stages under the cover of the smoke. The enemy fired blindly through the smoke, killing a few more mercenaries and badly wounding Demetrio and a few other cell members as the blind fire randomly hit some targets through the smoke.
Demetrio slumped, and had to be dragged by his cell members. His hip joint of his power armour had taken a direct hit from a bolter round. The round had exploded inside his body after penetration, causing horrifying damage to his right hip and the right side of his pelvis. He couldn't walk at all, his right hip shattered and the muscles in his pelvis severed by the explosion to the point that he couldn't properly move his left leg either.
Demetrio was in quite severe pain, but numb enough from shock to avoid screaming. His cell mates were letting off more smoke grenades as they fled, dropping the occasional unarmed mine to slow down the enemy. With those damn nymphos crawling about, the cell didn't dare to arm these mines, but the Black Legion didn't know this and would pause when they encountered the mines.
The cell and their allies quickly met up with a division of the friendly armed mutant horde known as the Indigo Foundation, an ally of the Sevenson Night Lords and numbering in the tens of thousands. The Indigo Foundation were a Tzeentch worshipping mutant horde, with many mutant psykers, and with a bit of mental trickery they got the nympho girls to get out of the way and were able to engage the enemy properly. The Black Legion quickly disengaged, and the battle was over.
Demetrio and the other casualties were delivered to a hospital, and the fighting continued on without them.
***...
The extended Wong family kowtowed fearfully to Mandy as she happily chatted to her Night Lord relatives on her portable Vox phone. It would take one word, just ONE word from Mandy, and her Night Lord relatives would throw the extended Wong family out of the safety of the panic room to face the wrath of their many enemies. Multitudes had suffered and starved as a result of Wong Petrochemicals deliberately raised prices, a lot of people had died, and the friends and family of the dead had not forgotten this terrible grudge against the Wongs.
Almost all of the Wong family's fuel and treasure had now been stolen by their own former mercenaries. They were fast running out of wealth to keep their few remaining forces paid, and their armies were haemorrhaging soldiers as the Wongs defaulted on payments. Pretty much the ONLY thing of value they had left now was a marriage alliance to the Sevenson Night Lords faction.
Mandy's mother Wendy Sevenson was the sister of the Night Lords chaos lord Luke Sevenson. Mandy's sister, "Brand" Sevenson, was the mother of Night Lord Chaos Space Marine Sherman Sevenson. Mandy's other legal sisters, "Bullwhip" Sevenson and "Shockprod" Sevenson, were the grandmothers of several other Night Lords, as was Brand Sevenson, the 3 older sisters having a huge age gap from the young Mandy and quite elderly now. Mandy was also the ex step sister of Night Lord Chaos Space Marine neophyte Augusta Sevenson, who was married to Joseph Wong's distant cousin Liling Wong, which might have helped to cement the alliance, except for the fact that Liling was the black sheep of the Wong family and almost completely insane, so therefore less than adequate to secure the alliance.
Mandy was right in the centre of a tangled web of extremely powerful and dangerous relatives, the legally recognised niece of the Chaos Lord himself. The Sevenson Night Lords were organised into a family syndicate known as "the Sevenson Cartel", a mafia type organisation that recruited new neophytes from their own extended family members. Like most family mafia type organisations, the bonds of family were absolute and sacrosanct to these Night Lords, and they savagely protected their own. Through Mandy, the Wongs were granted a measure of this protection, but through Mandy this same protection could be taken away.
"Oh yes Mummy, the Wongs are all being really nice to me. Yes Mummy, you don't need to worry. No Mummy, I assure you that I am perfectly happy. Hmm?. Yes Mummy. Oh he did?. Oh nephew Sherman is so silly!" Mandy chattered away on the phone.
The Wongs all gasped in terrible relief at these words. Mandy was HAPPY, and was telling her relatives that she was happy! She had just spared all their lives!
Tim Wong grovelled fearfully at his wife's feet as all this went on, feeling such an appalling weight of responsibility on his shoulders. The extended Wong family was quite large, numbering in the hundreds, and every single one of them were now counting on Tim for their continued survival. In the face of this grave responsibility, Tim had manned up to do his solemn duty, and given himself completely to Mandy as her husband.
Tim had been forced to very gently break up with Violet just before the wedding, it had been the hardest thing he had ever had to do. The Sevenson family were reasonable enough to overlook a bit of very discrete unfaithfulness in the betrothed members of arranged engagements that might be cancelled before the wedding day. The Sevenson family however had a zero tolerance policy for cheating on their relatives once they were legally married.
Violet had understood the rules of how this worked. Continuing the affair would have been nothing short of an act of suicide, not only for Tim, but also for the entire Wong family. There had been a lot of tears, a lot of crying goodbyes and desperate hugs. There had been pain, terrible heartbroken pain, pain for both of them. The breakup had been long and horrible, with weeping and wailing on both sides, just absolutely horrible as two people who very clearly loved each other were forced by circumstance into ending a loving and strong relationship.
It had been more painful than any of Mandy's tortures, so hideously painful, but it had had to be done. Violet was no longer romantically involved in Tim's life, and would not, at least for a time, join Mandy and Tim in any more threesomes. Ah threesomes, what a wonderful loophole in the rule against cheating. As long as Mandy was a consenting part of the love making, it wasn't considered cheating. It was the one way that they could be together now, but not yet, not when the pain was still so fresh. Though he might get to enjoy Violet sexually in the future, he could never again join with her on an emotional level.
Tim's heart now belonged completely to Mandy. As long as he was Mandy's husband, his heart would belong to no other. He would love Mandy alone, no one else, and he would love Mandy UTTERLY.
Tim actually did love Mandy. It was heavily laced with fear, but love was still there. Behind all the beatings and humiliation, behind all the cruelty and sadism, Mandy really did have genuine love for Tim. She could be tender, shockingly tender, once her extreme sadism was satisfied. Once she got her sadistic rocks off, she was an extremely loving wife. She was just a little bit broken.
Like so many Slaanesh worshippers, Mandy was afflicted by her passions, so dominated by her sexual tastes that it impaired her to some extent. She was an obligate extreme sadist, simply incapable of having normal intimacy without sadomasochism. She would very occasionally switch, taking a masochistic submissive role, but never just "normal" sex.
Tim had taken the sadistic role a few times, all of those times happening before they got married, but he had not been able to satisfy her in this role, too afraid of her wrath to be properly dominant over her submissive side.
They had tried having "normal" sex, but Mandy had not climaxed at all from it, had been quite dry in fact. Mandy had a rapacious sex drive, not able to just be abstinent, and would most likely divorce him if he didn't give her enough sadomasochistic sex.
The pair had tried just toning it down to a level that Tim could stand, but Tim's pain limit was significantly below the bare minimum of suffering that would satisfy Mandy. The same thing went for established hard limits, Tim simply didn't like ANYTHING that Mandy sexually needed to do to him, they just had nothing to work with, so had chucked all notions of hard limits in the bin.
The safe word was completely gone now, at Tim's request. Tim desperately needed Mandy to be happy with him, and nothing made her happier than being able to torture Tim without any thing stopping her. Tim hadn't wanted the temptation of a safe word, as the stress of trying not to say it under torture just made it even more unbearable for him. Mandy had gained a lot of respect for Tim when he voluntarily gave up the safe word. It had deeply touched her in fact, made her feel loved and cherished.
Making Mandy feel happy, loved, cherished, and similar positive emotions was Tim's ultimate goal, so he had quickly handed over what few protections he had, giving total power to Mandy to do whatever she liked to him. It had made the suffering even worse, but it had also given Tim a kind of peace, a kind of calm finality. It was done, all done and over, no more thought required, nothing more he could possibly give.
Tim grovelled submissively before his wife's feet, and he felt a kind of peace. A kind of pride even. He was fulfilling his duty, both to his family and to his wife. He had nothing more he could possibly give up, no further sacrifice he could make, and this knowledge gave him a wonderful somber pride. He was still afraid, so terribly afraid, but also proud.
He gazed up in fearful awe at his wife. She was intoxicatingly beautiful, just so exquisitely, wonderfully beautiful.
Mandy's birth mother, Mistress Talon Lee by maiden name, hailed from the infamous all female Lee Family Dominatrix Guild. The Lee Family Dominatrix Guild was an ancient family organisation of professional Dominatrices, centuries old, and infamous for their selective breeding practices of their own members.
For generations the Lee Family Dominatrix Guild had very carefully tailored their own breeding choices. They were all oriental, a blend of Chinese, Korean and Japanese ethnicity, and had worked hard not to deviate from this ethnic blend. They bred only with people of these ethnicities, obtaining DNA results if necessary for prospective fathers for their children.
The Lee Family Dominatrix Guild was all about purity and perfection, all about breeding the perfect Dominatrix possible. This was further perfected by brutal Dominatrix apprenticeships, the new generations learning by cruel submission to the older generations, learning "first hand" the Guild's secrets of torture and domination. Every generation had to be more perfect Dominatrices than the last, always more beautiful, always more skilled, always more sadistic, always more perfectly tailored to be the best professional Dominatrix money could hire.
The rich and influential Wendy Sevenson had been one of the Guild's best customers. She was a highly submissive masochist and a lesbian, a regular client of these highly skilled and beautiful Dominatrices. Money was no object for the extremely rich Wendy, and she had hired these Dominatrices around the clock. Mistress Talon had been Wendy's favourite, so much so that Wendy had hired Mistress Talon full time to live in Wendy's home, spending every one of Wendy's free waking moments plying her sadistic trade on the highly submissive lesbian.
Talon and Wendy had been a natural match, perfectly complimenting each other sexually. The Lee Family Dominatrices were selectively bred to be pansexual, sexually attracted to all genders and variations of humanity to make them able to perform sexually with any client of any type. But occasionally nurture defeated nature and even the finest specimens developed unwanted sexual preferences. Talon was one of these failures, a strict lesbian despite flawless breeding, unable to do more than fake enjoyment with male clients. Wendy had found Mistress Talon's lesbianism absolutely perfect however, and they had got on like a house on fire.
Wendy Sevenson was absolutely ancient, almost as old as the Guild itself. Ruthless use of expensive rejuvenation drugs had greatly slowed down Wendy's ageing process. She was centuries old in chronological years, but only in her mid thirties physically. In these long years she had formed a very intimate relationship with the Lee Family Dominatrix Guild, watching generations of fine Dominatrices grow up to sadistically ply their trade on Wendy's eager flesh.
Wendy had eventually proposed marriage to Mistress Talon, who had said yes, and Talon had retired from working as a Guild Dominatrix, becoming the Dominatrix equivalent of a housewife. Talon had been in her mid thirties, not chosen for breeding because her lesbianism was viewed as a flaw, and had pretty much just enjoyed a happy marriage.
Tim did not know all the details, but Talon had somehow run afoul of the Sevenson Cartel. Her position as Wendy's wife had saved her from being executed, but she had instead been badly tortured for several weeks. The torture had included rape by the Necromundan crew of an Imperial Navy ship, a common as muck tiny little Cobra class destroyer, that had betrayed their oaths of loyalty to the imperium and joined the forces of chaos.
Talon had eventually gotten back into the Sevenson Cartel's good graces, and married life had returned to normal. It was then that Talon discovered that she had gotten pregnant from all the rape.
Mandy was the fruit of this horrible tragedy. Conceived by rape to the legally married wife of Wendy Sevenson, and born in wedlock, Mandy had been legally recognised as the child of both Talon and Wendy. The pair had decided together to keep the baby, and fought a protracted legal battle with the Sevenson Cartel before she was born to have Mandy legally declared a Sevenson Cartel member despite not having a drop of Sevenson blood in her veins.
Mandy had been reluctantly accepted by the Sevenson Cartel as one of their own, but she had never really fit in. The Lee Family Dominatrix Guild likewise reluctantly accepted Mandy as one of their own, but her blood was so irreversibly tainted by her unplanned breeding that she had never really fit in there either. Mandy was an in between sort of person, neither one thing nor the other and not fully fitting in with either.
Her Asian ethnicity had been mixed with white European blood from her biological father, a traitor Imperial Navy crewman hailing from House Goliath on Necromunda. To the Lee Family Dominatrix Guild, this racial mix was unacceptable for their genetic purity, they accepted her as one of the Guild's daughters, but didn't want her going anywhere near their selective breeding endeavours. Talon had been merely undesirable for breeding new members, but Mandy was forbidden from breeding recognised members. Mandy had inherited membership from her almost perfectly pure mother, Mandy's children would inherit no such membership.
The Sevenson family was likewise very particular about genetic lines. Only sons with Sevenson BLOOD were permitted to become Chaos Space Marines. Under current Sevenson Cartel law any sons Mandy had with Tim would not be allowed to become space marines, at least not unless Mandy got a Sevenson bloodline sperm donor to father the children. This of course was an option, but it would upset the Wong family, as Tim's first born child would be the heir to Wong Petrochemicals (or whatever remains of it). It put poor Mandy in quite a dilemma, making her an outsider of sorts no matter what she did.
Mandy was legally the 4th daughter of Wendy Sevenson, with all the hereditary title that entailed. She was officially Lady Mandy Sevenson, entitled to estates in Sevenson Night Lord territories, with a share in all the spoils of every Sevenson Night Lord war and guaranteed huge riches and privilege. She was set for life, secure by covetable birth right, and very well placed within the Sevenson dynasty whatever her blood may speak to the contrary.
Mandy's sadism was a result of her selective breeding on her mother's side. In her blood was an overwhelming imperative, deliberately bred by the Lee Family Dominatrix Guild, an absolute instinctive imperative to be a Dominatrix. Just as a sheep dog is born with an untrained instinct to herd sheep, Mandy's every instinct compelled her to pick up her whips and chains and be a Dominatrix.
It was in every fibre of her being to treat Tim so cruelly. Mandy's instincts did not understand that Mandy was an aristocrat in a political marriage rather than a professional Dominatrix with a submissive masochistic client. To Mandy's selective breeding, Tim was one of the ultra masochistic souls who dare to set foot inside a the grim dungeons of the Lee Family Dominatrix Guild. It was what she was bred and born to do, it was a biological imperative.
Tim truly believed that Mandy did genuinely love him with all her heart. She was just treating him the way that one of her kind WOULD treat their lover.
Tim sighed, feeling so many different things. This was all so complex.
He looked at his wife thoughtfully. What immediately struck him was her intense beauty. Generations of selective breeding for beauty had given her a shockingly beautiful face. Her figure was likewise mouthwatering, and even at only 15 she had impressively large breasts. From her father she had inherited the hard athletic muscles of house Goliath, and she was intimidatingly strong, quite scarily strong in fact.
Like Tim, she was a Eurasian, or "half-Asian" as some people nastily called them. Both of them looked neither fully Asian nor fully European, their faces not simply picking one ethnicity but instead blending them together into something completely new. "Mongrels" some people called them.
Being a mixed race person was not easy, it had a way of isolating you from both races, an unspoken discrimination that they had to deal with. Both Tim, and especially Mandy, had had to deal with this racial discrimination growing up. It was something they had in common, something that no one but another "mongrel" really understood.
They had ways of talking, really subtle, that only a Eurasian in their culture used. Ways of seeing the world from a unique perspective. It gave Tim a profound feeling that Mandy really was "one of his people", a member of this "new race" born of the blending of two old races. She understood him. He understood her. They were of the same tribe so to speak.
Mandy finished her phone call to her Mother Wendy, and slipped her portable vox phone safely away inside her generous cleavage. Mandy gazed down at Tim with a loving sadistic smile on her dark red lips, and Tim trembled with a mix of fear and desire.
"It's tickle time husband. Hands behind your back like a good boy," Mandy told him with arrogant yet loving dominance.
Tim's entire body shuddered violently with dread, absolutely terrified, but he obediently said, "Yes Mistress Mandy".
"Good boy," Mandy said dominantly as he assumed the position to be tied up.
Mandy didn't tie him up immediately however. She lightly stroked his ribs with her sharp fingernails. A terrible feeling filled him, sort of like an itch but SO much worse than an itch. The mere feel of it made his innards tie themselves in knots, it felt profoundly disquieting, not painful yet still torture.
Laughter exploded out of Tim's mouth as he desperately tried to hold still without bondage. Under the rules of the relationship, Mandy had the absolute right to do whatever she liked for as long as she liked to Tim. She was perfectly within her rights to tickle him, and he had no option but to submit to her will.
Tim tried his best to keep still, but her fingers stroked an especially sensitive rib and he just cracked and curled up in a defensive ball.
Mandy grinned cruelly and grabbed a bit of exposed side through his frantic mass of defensive arms and legs, and squeezed the handful of flesh, making him thrash involuntarily. He was deliberately not fighting her, being as submissive as he possibly could be right now, and Mandy smiled approvingly at his highly submissive behaviour.
Mandy grabbed one of his legs, and used a special wrestling hold that her Dominatrix Guild relatives had presumably taught her, using her own legs to lock his own leg straight in an unbreakable hold. Tim's eyes went wide as Mandy stroked the bottom of his foot, and bellowed with tormented laughter as those hideous strokes caused that terrible itch that was so much worse than an itch. He desperately leaned forward to reach his foot with his hands, but the wrestling hold was designed to make this impossible to do! He couldn't reach his foot!
"Aw, you can't reach your foot. Poor husband," Mandy taunted him and stroked his foot even worse!
There was very little that Tim could do in this situation. He was laughing hysterically, completely trapped and tormented. He thrashed around a lot, but this achieved precisely nothing, and Mandy was gradually tickling him harder over time.
With nothing else to do, he watched Mandy as he laughed.
Mandy looked blissfully happy as she made him suffer, her cruel face beaming and happy. She was in her element, fulfilling her purpose in life, and her instincts were rewarding her with intense pleasure for obeying her biological imperative. She looked like the quintessential sadistic Dominatrix, mean, stern, cruel, and merciless. She had an arrogant authority about her, and everything about her body language was carefully tailored to make her simultaneously seem sexy and dominant.
The more Tim suffered, the more Mandy smiled. The less he could endure it, the more that Mandy liked it.
The very fact of being treated like this in full view of his parents and entire extended family was gallingly humiliating. Mandy was completely without shame, bred to fulfil the public humiliation fantasies of some of the Lee Family Dominatrix Guild's clients, and actually seemed to be getting off on how humiliating this was for Tim. To be reduced to tears by a girl, from mere tickling no less, in front of all his male relatives, it really did make Tim feel so utterly small and emasculated.
"Coo-chi coo-chi coo," Mandy said in a singsong voice, and Tim laughed harder than ever.
"Poor little husband, look how you laugh," Mandy taunted sadistically.
Tim could do nothing, not a gods damned thing.
"This is fun. I'm going to spend the rest of the day tickling you husband, just letting you know. Wouldn't want you to get your hopes up now would we," Mandy cheerfully announced.
Tim's eyes went wide with horror. ALL DAY!?
"I better put a diaper on you before you wet yourself husband," Mandy said sweetly.
"You're just lucky your family is here, I wouldn't want to upset them by having some REAL fun with you!" Mandy said arrogantly the way her instincts wanted her to talk.
Mandy stopped tickling Tim just long enough to put him in a humiliating diaper, before resuming his ticklish torment. Over the course of the next 30 minutes she gradually got him all tied up.
Tim's chest ached from laughter as Mandy held a palm flat on each side of his lower rib cage and rapidly pushed her thumb tips into his exposed upper abs. She was straddling his hips to reduce his movements, but not having sex with him. Something about those upper abdomen muscles she was probing just seemed to absolutely wreck him with laughter, it was a spot that tickled so badly that it was almost painful!
Tim now had no doubt that Mandy would indeed be doing this all day long. He had absolutely no reason to doubt that she was sadistic enough to do something this cruel. He had given up all thought of hope for mercy, the only way to get through this was the slow drawn out way, one agonising moment at a time until the time when the day was finally done.
He would be terribly sick tonight, he always was after these extra long sessions. The panic room contained a full stock of medical supplies and a squadron of Tau medical drones that the Night Lords had apparently stolen from the Tau Empire, more than adequate to treat the symptoms of a day of tickling. It was thankfully pretty much impossible to tickle someone to death, with no real injuries sustained apart from muscle strains.
Normally a day of torture would cause sub-drop the next day, (author's note: Google sub-drop if you don't know what it means), but with Mandy Tim only got sub drop very rarely, another handy skill bred into Mandy. Mandy had some innate instinct for knowing when a sub drop trigger was imminent, and would immediately take countermeasures to rebalance Tim's emotional state. She would often completely without warning become extremely gentle and tender with him, spending over 15 minutes kissing and comforting him, before then returning to her previous cruelty.
He still got sub drop sometimes, but 9 times out of 10 Mandy caught it in time and successfully rode the waves of Tim's emotions to keep him going the entire day without any sub drop at all. Tonight he would feel very sick, but the next day he would most likely be fine again for yet more torture.
The rest of the day did not pass quickly for Tim. Moment by ticklish moment, he merely survived the entire day. It was indeed impossible to be tickled to death, much as he felt like he was dying, and when the end of the day finally came, he was amazed that he was still alive! He had no injuries of any kind, though he had very sore muscles from a day of laughing and struggling. Somehow he had actually SURVIVED!
It had of course been torture, but had also been surprisingly pleasurable at times. Mandy had periodically had sex with him as she tickled him. She had occasionally briefly stopped to give him food and water, and cover his lips with kisses. She had changed his piss filled diaper several times, giving his cock a wonderful wash each time, and had performed fellatio on him many times.
It had mostly just been hell, but some undiluted heaven had also been included.
At the end of the day, Tim lay in bed with his wife Mandy, hugging her tightly in his arms. Mandy's sadism was all cummed out now, and she was covering his lips with soft loving kisses. Her eyes were currently closed from the kissing, but when they were open they gazed at Tim with the most intense love imaginable.
Mandy looked completely smitten, the look of a young woman in the perfect romance with the perfect man. She gazed at Tim with what could only be described as a look of complete awe, worship almost.
"I love you Tim. Completely. Utterly. I fucking LOVE you! You really are the man of my dreams, a man who would give away all power, just to make me HAPPY! You are perfect. I have not overlooked all the sacrifices you have made for my happiness, and I WILL reward you for this!" Mandy proclaimed passionately.
Tim gasped in complete awe, utterly lost for words, and Mandy kissed him happily.
Tim felt an intensely gooey feeling in his heart, feeling an intensely tender bond for Mandy right now. Yes she had tortured him terribly all day. Yes she would torture him again tomorrow. But he was still absolutely positive that he loved her.
He loved her. Loved his wife with all his heart. Maybe that made him crazy, but he was still, irrevocably, in love with her.