Octavia the Slaaneshi Tickle Slave
Chapter 1H
Deep in the magenta glow of the Maelstrom, a savagely mauled chaos armada drifted lost and aimlessly through the currents of the warp. The ships were nearly blown apart from vicious infighting against each other, and were now so low on fuel that they could do little more than just drift in the currents of the warp.
Giant shapes of war tortured metal, barely recognisable as the mighty ships they had once been, drifted impotently through the currents, tethered together to keep the ships from scattering in the currents.
The situation was grim, but even now the fleet was ripping itself apart with onboard fighting between rival warbands. It was brutal anarchy, barely unified enough to have any semblance of organisation, and the death toll was catastrophic and growing by the day from the constant fighting.
Onboard almost every ship in the fleet, bands of deranged madmen fought each other in savage turf wars, almost every ship, but for one.
A single unassuming Night Lord strike cruiser, the "Crucible of Starvation", was strangely unaffected by the anarchy that was destroying the other ships. It had tenuous public order, competent leadership, and was a little oasis of relative sanity in this fleet of madness.
Onboard this remarkably calm ship was found the luxurious personal quarters of Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Wendy Sevenson, one of the leading chaos administration bureaucrats that had enabled this remarkable level of order. One of the greatest administrative prodigies the forces of Chaos had ever seen, Wendy Sevenson was well placed to salvage this ragtag shambles of a fleet into a functioning organisation, the last best hope for millions of desperate denizens of chaos.
In these personal quarters, the rooms were currently echoing with whip cracks, moaning, and heavy ticklish laughter. It was morning before Wendy Sevenson started work, and in true Slaaneshi fashion Wendy had hired a squadron of chaos Dominatrices to ply their cruel trade before Wendy went to work.
In one well equipped bondage dungeon room in the quarters, Wendy and her favourite kinky "tickle slave" Octavia, were having fun Slaaneshi style, and making quite a lot of noise. Octavia was a tickle slave by speciality, a slave who's job it was to be excessively tickled for the sadistic pleasure of their owners, and Octavia, who had an extreme tickling fetish addiction, seemed to get even more pleasure from this cruel treatment than the sadists torturing her did!
This lowly Slaaneshi torture slave, her extreme Slaaneshi lifestyle, and her relationships with the people in her life, is what this particular story is all about.
***...
Octavia was laughing hysterically as the fingers of a squad of chaos Dominatrices tickled her naked body all over, and was thrashing frantically in her bondage reflexively. No matter how greatly her tickling fetish addiction consumed her, Octavia still reflexively thrashed and squirmed about whenever she was tickled.
Octavia had been laughing hysterically like this for many hours so far today, and she very much hoped for many more hours of tickling before the day was done. This sensation was what she lived for, her tickling fetish completely dominated her life.
The stroking drove her mad, it tickled her terribly, but no matter how much it tormented her she NEEDED it! She was hopelessly addicted to her tickling fetish, she needed it as badly as a drug addict NEEDS drugs, the addiction was ravenous in its hunger for tickling.
A part of her was in hell, the tickling still TICKLED, tickled like absolute hell even to her, it drove part of her mad with torment for long hours each day, but another stronger part of her craved it with insatiable lust. No matter what, she always desired MORE.
The fingers stroking her ribs and armpits slowed, and Octavia looked at the group of Dominatrices in horror. They were starting to get tired! It had only been a few hours! She needed more than this!
Octavia groaned in dismay as the group of chaos Dominatrices stopped completely, they were shaking with fatigue and clearly could not go on without a rest. Octavia's naked body was suddenly no longer being tickled, and the sudden absence of sensation was agonisingly painful and distressing to her Slaaneshi brain!
Octavia moaned in hellish suffering at the lack of stimulation and felt miserably sorry for herself as the overworked Dominatrices had a much needed rest. She wanted MORE!
Octavia lifted her head up as well as she could while strapped down to the bondage table, and looked around the dungeon in the vain hope of finding someone to keep tickling her. The dungeon was large and well equipped, the walls covered all over with symbols sacred to Slaanesh. It was currently populated by highly sadistic Dominatrices, but all of the ones who weren't resting were focusing all their attention on Owner Wendy!
Octavia looked at Owner Wendy jealously. The one that Octavia called Owner Wendy was better known as Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Wendy Sevenson, an extremely capable Slaanesh worshipping lesbian who was a highly driven leader in most areas of life, but predominantly a grovelling masocistic submissive in her sex life. Octavia was her slave, the chattel property of the chaos champion, and she had a deeply sexual relationship with Owner Wendy.
Owner Wendy was currently grovelling naked on the floor in submission as a squadron of Dominatrices whipped and dominated her. Owner Wendy was paying these women to whip and dominate her like this and was moaning in ecstasy at this sadistic treatment. Octavia was almost green with envy!
Octavia tugged futilely at the straps of her bondage, but it was useless, she wasn't going anywhere unless someone else untied her. Octavia sulked and pouted, why wasn't she being tormented yet! Owner Wendy had paid for BOTH of them to be tortured!
Octavia was bored out of her mind as she just lay on the table unable to move, leaving her strapped down like this was so mean! She couldn't even masturbate!
Octavia was almost in tears of boredom when she heard Owner Wendy say, "that's enough for today Mistresses, thank you so much for punishing me."
Octavia got even more dismayed at these words and got extremely agitated as the Dominatrices left Owner Wendy's dungeon! It was too soon! Octavia needed MORE!
Owner Wendy got up off the floor and dusted off her whip marked naked body. She was a beautiful woman, as a Champion of Slaanesh should be, with luscious breasts, long brown hair, a slender body and a face that never failed to make Octavia wet! Octavia thrilled with lust at the sight of her radiant Owner, she was so exquisitely beautiful!
Owner Wendy sauntered over with mischief in her eyes and Octavia sighed in relief, knowing that that look indicated that she was about to torment Octavia. Octavia was the dedicated tickle slave who was specifically purchased many years ago to satisfy Owner Wendy's minor fetish for tickle sadism, and Owner Wendy certainly knew her way around Octavia's hyper ticklish body by now.
Owner Wendy reached Octavia and immediately started tickling her body all over with shocking sadism. Octavia warmly welcomed this and was blissfully relieved as she started screaming with laughter. This was more like it!
Owner Wendy knew all of Octavia's most sensitive spots and used this knowledge with terrible sadism and skill, so much so that Octavia's laughter was an unbroken scream. It was heaven and hell at the same time, and Octavia knew without a doubt that she was madly in love with her beloved Owner Wendy.
30 minutes later, which was far too short for Octavia, Owner Wendy stopped the killer tickles and untied Octavia. Octavia pouted but Owner Wendy simply grabbed Octavia roughly by the hair and pulled her into a passionate kiss, slipping in a lot of tongue in the process. Octavia was a moaning wet mess when Owner Wendy broke the kiss far too soon and pulled Octavia to her feet off the table.
"We have work to do," Owner Wendy told the disappointed horny Octavia.
"Yes Owner," Octavia said obediently but disappointed. She was so wet that she wanted to cry.
Octavia was slightly shaky from lack of food, but she was so tough now after the years of constant tickling that she had superb enough stamina to cope. Owner Wendy was likewise hungry, but she was even tougher than Octavia and shrugged it off.
Octavia straightened up her long curly brown hair, stretching her extremely sexy body with arms raised to tempt Owner Wendy to give her a tickle. Owner Wendy visibly trembled with raw lust at the sight of Octavia, Octavia was even more physically perfect than Owner Wendy was, her body completely reconstructed by plastic surgeons at Owner Wendy's command to make Octavia as pleasing as possible to look at.
Octavia's physical proportions were completely unnatural, her boobs were far too big for how petite her arms and waist were, her ass too perfect, her hips impossible for such a slender woman. Owner Wendy had spared no expense in making her plaything beautiful, and the results were very impressive.
Octavia grinned mischievously and consciously fed more power into the supernatural aura of seduction that constantly emanated from her, a chaos gift from Slaanesh that did wonders for Octavia's sex life when Wendy wasn't in the mood.
"No fair! That's cheating! I need to be on time for this quarterly report!" Wendy protested as Octavia's aura drove her wild with lust.
Octavia mischievously fed even more power into the aura and suddenly Owner Wendy was all over her in a sexual frenzy, her willpower insufficient to resist Octavia's maddening charms. Octavia knew that she would be in trouble if she made Owner Wendy late, so after a few moments she lowered the power of her lust aura.
Owner Wendy looked at Octavia with amused irritation, and Octavia kissed her owner affectionately. Owner Wendy giggled and returned the kiss before getting off Octavia.
"You're coming too, I want something nice to look at during this boring meeting," Owner Wendy told Octavia.
Octavia sighed and nodded resignedly.
Octavia didn't bother to put on clothes beyond a pair of high heels, a lot of makeup, and a completely see through bra to provide much needed support for her massive breasts. Owner Wendy nodded in approval at Octavia's extremely provocative wardrobe choice.
Owner Wendy dressed much more modestly, with only an unnecessarily low cleavage to provoke lust in people who saw her. It was a black business pantsuit, with modest high heels, and completed with conservative makeup. Octavia pouted in disapproval at the modest outfit.
"I'm giving an important report, I need the other members of the meeting to pay attention to the report rather than my body," Owner Wendy chuckled affectionately.
Octavia nodded in disappointment.
Owner Wendy was a chaos bureaucrat, one of many important people who actually did all the work involved in running a chaos fleet and it's armies. Even chaos forces can't function without bureaucracy and administration to make sure that things get done. All the rituals, repairs, supplies, and hundreds of other things can only be coordinated properly with a competent bureaucracy of highly trained and capable chaos worshippers to organise all the people to make it all work.
Owner Wendy might not get the fame and glory that the front line chaos champions get, but the chaos champions like Owner Wendy do more to help the war effort against the false emperor than those front line champions ever do. Octavia was so proud of her heroic Owner, selflessly doing all the work to make all the fighting stuff possible!
"Do I look slutty enough?" Owner Wendy asked Octavia.
"Not even CLOSE!" Octavia pouted.
"Good, that's what I'm going for," Owner Wendy said and kissed Octavia lovingly.
Octavia and her Owner left the bondage dungeon home they lived in and walked holding hands to Owner Wendy's boring workplace. The pair of them currently lived on a Night Lord strike cruiser named the "Crucible of Starvation", and it was Wendy's job to organise the important stuff that was considered too boring for the chaos space marines to get off their asses and do.
The pair of them had previously lived on the mighty battleship flagship "the Nightmare Asylum", but Owner Wendy had gotten so sick of armed men breaking into their home to steal stuff and have sex with the pair of them that she had decided to move to the comparative peace and sanity of the Crucible of Starvation. The flagship was currently contested between multiple warbands who battled each other onboard constantly, and the chaos cultist men were just helping themselves to women and property in all the confusion.
Octavia hadn't personally minded the men having sex with her, she was bisexual and slutty in the extreme. But poor Owner Wendy was a strict lesbian and had not enjoyed it very much. As the legally owned slave of Owner Wendy, Octavia had to obey whatever Owner Wendy told her, so Octavia had moved with her.
Octavia and Owner Wendy had been together for almost 2 decades now, and had a very complex history and relationship. Neither of them aged, due to a combination of the warp and rejuvenation drugs, and both looked very young despite both of them being grandparents now. Wendy was chronologically over 300 years old, while Octavia was chronologically in her 40's, but chronological age meant little when you had almost eternal youth like they did.
Octavia had an adult son, named Augusta, who was now a Night Lord chaos space marine. He had married a woman and now had a child of his own. And Wendy's own 3 biological daughters were grandmothers themselves, people just didn't age much here.
Octavia saw her son very occasionally, but his military duties mostly kept him very busy. She was so proud of her boy becoming a chaos space marine, so so proud of him.
As well as the biological children, they had 3 daughters (,all moved out now,) who were not their own biological children, 2 of them were fostered by Owner Wendy from a very early age, and those girls called Owner Wendy and Octavia "Mum" or "Mummy" as they had raised those girls like their own children. The remaining daughter was the biological daughter of Owner Wendy's late wife, and they had raised her too.
Technically it was possible that they still had another alive son too, but he and a bunch of other innocent chaos babies had been captured by the hated imperium of man when he was only a few weeks old. He had been Owner Wendy's 4th biological child, born as a result of not cleaning the fresh semen off furniture before having kinky fun time on top of said furniture. He was now either dead or else being raised in some horrible imperium orphanage, it made the pair of them sad every time they thought about their poor little son.
Octavia and Owner Wendy might be owner and slave, but they acted more like a romantic couple. Owner Wendy had been married already when she and her wife purchased Octavia as a tickle slave. The pair of wives had had a great time tormenting Octavia around the clock, and Octavia had had a great time being tormented. The 3 of them had had natural chemistry and Octavia had become effectively a third partner in the marriage. The 3 of them had all shared a bed and where absolutely inseparable.
This had been the golden time. Owner Wendy's wife had been a viciously sadistic Dominatrix called Mistress Talon. Owner Talon had exquisitely tortured both Octavia and Owner Wendy around the clock, it had been blissfully wonderful for both submissive women.
Then Owner Talon had gone and died on them and broken their hearts with grief. Owner Wendy had been so upset that she had completely rebounded onto Octavia, legally married Octavia, and then for the next decade had expected and demanded that the submissive Octavia take Owner Talon's place as Owner Wendy's Dominatrix!
Octavia hadn't had a Dominatrix bone in her body and had suffered and struggled greatly to meet Owner Wendy's needs without anyone tickling Octavia! Octavia had of course been unfaithful to meet her own tickling needs, and Owner Wendy had likewise been unfaithful as Octavia wasn't good at being a Dominatrix. The whole marriage had been doomed from the start and they had eventually divorced amicably and went back to the previous dynamic, and hired professional Dominatrices to get them off each day.
Octavia had then remarried against Owner Wendy's wishes, and Owner Wendy had been very cross about that. Octavia was forbidden from having her new husband in the home, and the children all hated him too. Octavia knew that she had been a naughty girl but he was the best and most skilled tickler she had ever met! Of COURSE she had snatched him up!
Octavia had been punished for a while with a tickling embargo until she learned her lesson, and was now penitent and had gotten back her tickling privileges! Octavia was so thankful to have tickling privileges once again, the embargo had been HORRIBLE and Owner Wendy had kept Octavia locked up in a cage for WEEKS to stop her escaping to find people to tickle her!
Octavia shuddered at the memory and held Owner Wendy's hand more tightly, Owner Wendy needed to know that Octavia was a good girl now.
Owner Wendy noticed Octavia's subservient body language and rewarded her with a two second tickle that filled Octavia with orgasmic pleasure. Octavia looked at Owner Wendy with worshipful eyes, loving her utterly.
"Tonight I will tickle you," Owner Wendy promised.
Octavia kissed Owner Wendy on the lips in joy, she was so happy that she felt like she was flying!
Octavia got ever more affectionate as they walked to Owner Wendy's workplace, and from Owner Wendy's body language it was obvious that she was totally wet. Owner Wendy sighed and led Octavia to a bathroom, pulled down her pants and panties, and commanded Octavia to eat her out. Octavia was all too happy to oblige and soon was rewarded with a face full of Owner Wendy's squirt.
After cleaning themselves up and reapplying Octavia's makeup, the Owner and slave finally made it to Owner Wendy's boring meeting on time.
***...
Octavia was bored out of her mind as she listened to Owner Wendy saying bureaucratic gobbledygook. Octavia had no idea what Owner Wendy was even talking about, academic pursuits had never really been Octavia's strong point, the tickle slave was barely even literate, it just didn't take a lot of brains to be tickled for a living, absolutely no education required!
Octavia was not important enough to actually sit at the table, her place was on the floor like the other slaves. Being gorgeous and wearing practically nothing, Octavia was getting an insane amount of attention from the other slaves sitting on the floor. Octavia had been sure to sit somewhere where Owner Wendy would have a clear view of her erotic body at all times, but it unfortunately meant that Owner Wendy would see it if Octavia did anything naughty or disobedient!
Octavia could see male slaves staring at her hungrily, they all knew who Octavia was as she had been Wendy's slave for almost 20 years and her reputation preceded her.
Some of the slave men started to very discreetly wiggle their fingers in tickling motions to entice Octavia to come closer! Octavia's pussy instantly became uncontrollably wet!
The fingers wiggled invitingly, and Octavia imagined those wiggling fingers caressing her bare ribs! Octavia clenched her eyes tightly shut and tried frantically to resist temptation. It was so hard!
Octavia sobbed with effort, resisting temptation had never been something that Slaanesh worshippers were good at!
Octavia had once been capable of resisting temptation. She had been chaste and pure, a model servant of the emperor. She had been able to enjoy a more balanced life, been able to just relax without having to feed addictions, been able to go for long periods without sex.
Octavia had grown up on the imperium civilised world of "Harold's Reach", a planet completely unremarkable in so many ways. She had been born in a hill tribe village in a remote and heavily forested area, far away from the military forces of the planet...
The village had been raided by Night Lords when she was in her late teens, and she and everyone else had been carried away into slavery to the Night Lords. It had been the most horrible experience of her entire life. Octavia had been the only one of her village to survive, she herself had survived only by a fluke. A baby had been put in her belly against her will by her abductors, it had just been a nightmare!
She had been well armoured against the temptations of chaos. Even as a slave of the forces of chaos she had been true in her faith to the Emperor. She had been used first for sex and then for hard labor, but still she had held strong. Her armour had but one weakness, and Slaanesh found it, an innocent little vice, a little thrill she got from being tickled.
She should have said no, she should have resisted. Letting other women give her playful little tickles had seemed so harmless...
The chaos children had had an innocent little game called the tummy stroke game, where children try to tickle each other's bellies, for normal people it would have been perfectly benign. But Octavia had had a tickling FETISH, for her this children's game let Slaanesh pierce the armour around her soul!
3 days after first playing the silly tummy stroke game, Octavia couldn't stop. The influence of Slaanesh had already taken root and it was too late to stop it once she realised the danger. The crave for "just ONE more tickle" had never left her since, to this day she had lost the will to resist.
Octavia had laughed her way into Slaanesh's ravenous embrace, snared by a lust for ever more tickling. "A moment of laxity had spawned a lifetime of heresy" as the old saying goes. She was hooked and it was game over for Octavia's soul. She was now irredeemably damned to spend all eternity in a terrible tickling hell in Slaanesh's afterlife, where she would be tickled without rest for ever and ever! The worst part was that she WANTED this afterlife!
That had been a long time ago, and Octavia had made peace with the ticklish hand she had been dealt. She had found joy in her children, found joy in her relationship with Owner Wendy, and had accepted her fate and simply tried to make the best of it.
It had been almost 20 years since she was able to really resist the temptation of a tickle on offer. And right at the moment, she was screwed. She knew that sooner or later she would crawl over to those men and receive their tickles, and embarrass poor sweet Owner Wendy in the process!
This really sucks!
***...
Octavia was moaning hard as she and Owner Wendy passionately scissored in bed that night.
Octavia had already been given her punishments for the scene she caused in Owner Wendy's meeting. She had let the slave men tickle her, interrupted the meeting with her loud laughter, and embarrassed Owner Wendy. Octavia's bottom was still bright red from the caning she had gotten, but her punishment was mild in comparison to what had happened to the slave men who took sexual advantage of Octavia's tickling addiction to put their unworthy hands all over Owner Wendy's property!
With her bottom stinging and her attitude penitent, Octavia had now been forgiven by Owner Wendy, and the pair were now making love like nothing had happened.
Octavia and Owner Wendy competed with each other to produce the loudest moan, and the decibels were very impressive as the lust mad Slaanesh worshippers did what they do best.
It was messy, loud, and highly energetic, but eventually it was over and the two women lay wrapped in each other's arms like any other lovers might. No matter how unusual their relationship might be, at the end of the day they were a romantic couple and capable of genuine affection.
The Owner and slave snuggled close to each other, kissing softly, feeling very safe and relaxed. For a long time they tenderly made out, and lazily mutually masturbated each other sleepily.
The lovers fell asleep wrapped in each other's embrace, and slept peacefully.
They seemed almost... innocent.
***...
To be continued.