Chapter 2H
Octavia tugged at her neck chain grumpily. She had a metal collar padlocked around her neck and the collar was attached to a long chain that was bolted securely to a wall. She had about 4 meters of chain length to let her move around enough to reach a stainless steel toilet and sink, a bed, and some other essentials to keep her alive and comfortable.
Owner Wendy had gotten behind in her paperwork due to Octavia constantly distracting her, and Owner Wendy now had to talk to someone important about something or other, and so had chained Octavia up to keep her from interrupting.
At the other end of the large room was Owner Wendy's home office, a richly furnished and appointed workspace and entertaining area where Owner Wendy received various people for work and did other work related stuff. Owner Wendy was very high ranking in the bureaucracy, the equivalent of an administrative CEO or some such thing as far as Octavia's limited understanding could fathom, and like most people in very high level management, Owner Wendy moved around a lot between departments to do whatever it was that Owner Wendy actually did, and this included working from home periodically.
Octavia did not "work" as such, at least not in a proper job like Owner Wendy did. Octavia did occasionally work in the adult film industry when Owner Wendy let her, usually when they were low on money from their decadent lifestyle, but Owner Wendy preferred not to "share" Octavia's erotic beauty to the viewing pleasure of other people.
Octavia had certainly wanted to pull her weight and get a real job to help Owner Wendy financially, but Owner Wendy had forbidden this, explaining that she had purchased Octavia as "a personal luxury not an investment", whatever the hell that means. All that Octavia knew was that she was Owner Wendy's slave and had to obey her Owner's decisions.
Octavia led a very cloistered existence, and her tickling addiction made her extremely oblivious to much of the events happening around her on a larger scale even when she heard about them. Octavia knew that the Crucible of Starvation was just one ship in a massive chaos fleet, and knew that the fleet was somewhere in warp space, most probably the Maelstrom. Beyond this very vague overview Octavia had very little idea what was going on.
Octavia wasn't even certain who ruled the fleet at present, or even if ANYONE actually ruled this chaotic armada. The flagship had been contested between countless chaos warbands, maybe the rest of the fleet was too?
Regardless of what may or may not be going on out there in the fleet, the Crucible of Starvation was a little oasis of order and sanity with basic law and order, a firmly established leadership structure, and proper maintenance. It was clean, no one shot at you, and armed men didn't help themselves sexually to random women on a whim. Even better, Owner Wendy's mother, now a Daemon Princess of Slaanesh, ruled the Crucible of Starvation, so Owner Wendy received all the benefits of shameless nepotism as well!
Owner Wendy had reluctantly decided to flee to her Mother's ship after being raped by armed men for the 90th day in a row, and had finally decided "fuck this, I'm outa here". Really really hot women like Owner Wendy and Octavia were basically rape magnets in the anarchy onboard the flagship. It was a big step down in Owner Wendy's career to leave the lucrative administrative team of the flagship to come to this minor strike cruiser, but being raped on a daily basis had just been too much for Owner Wendy to cope with in the end.
Now they had a life of quiet order, without constant rape and mayhem, and even though it was a bit boring for Octavia, Owner Wendy seemed to be enjoying this new stability greatly so Octavia was trying her best not to complain about it.
Octavia gazed longingly at the people at the other end of the room. Owner Wendy was wearing far too many clothes for Octavia's liking and was talking to a chaos space marine who was apparently acting as a representative from the Alpha legion. The pair were being attended to by a bitter old oriental slave woman named "Fetter Lee", another slave of Owner Wendy who acted as Owner Wendy's maid and butler. Fetter had always been a sour puss about "the indignity of being a slave", and Octavia suspected that the old woman spat in their food before serving it to them.
Octavia could hear Owner Wendy and the chaos space marine negotiating about something to do with supplies, and it was boring in the extreme to listen to. Fetter was hovering around to wait on Owner Wendy and the guest, and even Fetter looked terribly bored.
Octavia tugged again at her neck chain, she wanted to find someone who would give her a tickle. Octavia cursed the fact that you can't really tickle yourself, it was something that required a partner, but she was out of reach of any potential partners who might help her craving!
Owner Wendy had carefully designed the layout of this room to keep Octavia from running amok. Octavia's maddening lust aura only had a limited range of effect, and the chain was too short for Octavia to get close enough to the other end of the long room to effect anyone! A bright yellow warning line had been painted on the floor of the room, showing the exact maximum range of Octavia's aura, and as long as everyone stayed beyond this line Octavia couldn't affect them!
The door of the room was beyond this line, as was the entire work and entertaining area, and Octavia couldn't supernaturally ensnare anyone! If Octavia was a naughty girl then Owner Wendy would just leave her here, Octavia already had all of her life essentials within reach to keep her alive for a long time and could safely be left chained up!
Octavia was naked for Owner Wendy's viewing pleasure, the location specifically chosen so that Owner Wendy could enjoy the view whenever she liked while working, and Octavia ran her hands all over her body invitingly. Owner Wendy completely ignored Octavia's display, and Octavia sat down on the bed with an unhappy pout.
Octavia knew better than to try to coax Fetter to come to her, Fetter still hadn't forgiven Octavia for the last time she convinced Fetter to step beyond the warning line, the resulting sex had been so energetic that Fetter had needed hip replacement surgery!
Octavia sat quietly like a good girl, only by being a good girl would Owner Wendy agree to step over the line to unlock her collar. If Octavia showed any signs of disobedience or mischief then Owner Wendy would simply leave her here until she had an attitude adjustment.
Octavia sighed and lay down on the bed, with her legs spread in Owner Wendy's direction to provide some viewing pleasure. Being a slave was not always fun.
The way slavery worked, Octavia did not own her own body, Owner Wendy alone owned Octavia's body. Octavia didn't even own her own soul anymore, Slaanesh owned her soul for all eternity. Octavia was in the unenviable position of owning literally nothing at all.
Owner Wendy had the absolute legal right to do anything she liked to Octavia's body, and Octavia had to obey Owner Wendy 100 percent of the time, even if she didn't want to. Octavia had absolutely no rights of any kind, got no holidays, no payment, nothing at all.
As Octavia's body belonged to Owner Wendy, it was technically Owner Wendy's body not Octavia's. Octavia's personhood was basically squatting in someone else's body, and Owner Wendy had the absolute legal right to kill Octavia on a whim.
It was a bit unnerving to think about in a deep or philosophical way, but life still went on for Octavia. Despite owning not even her own flesh, Octavia had not died despite how bad it seemed. Slavery might be disquieting and deeply inconvenient a lot of the time, but it didn't kill you to be a tickle slave, Octavia knew from experience that it was physically impossible to be tickled to death!
No matter what kinky or downright sadistic things Owner Wendy did to Octavia, Octavia never actually died from it, and always lived to see another day despite it all. Life just went on.
Right now was one of those situations. She might be bored out of her mind and denied all inalienable human rights, but it wasn't actually killing her. She had food, water, hygiene, toileting facilities, a comfortable bed, comfortable air temperature, and clean air to breathe. She was physically extremely fit and healthy, and was in no danger of dying anytime soon.
Octavia twiddled her thumbs in boredom. Then she twiddled her nipples in boredom. Then she got horny and masturbated very vocally until Owner Wendy used a button on her distant desk to activate the "keep the noise down" alarm bell on the wall next to Octavia's bed to tell Octavia to stop being noisy.
Octavia flinched from the loud ringing of the electric bell and unhappily stopped masturbating so that Owner Wendy would turn the bell off. The bell was deliberately designed to be in a tone that Octavia couldn't stand, and it worked well as a discipline tool to control Octavia's behaviour.
Octavia glumly looked at Owner Wendy, who held up a finger to indicate "first warning". Any more incidents would result in some form of punishment such as a temporary loss of tickling privileges. Octavia frantically nodded in obedience, terrified of losing her privileges, and Owner Wendy returned to talking to the guest as Octavia lay penitently.
***...
Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Wendy Sevenson felt like a terrible tyrant as she kept her slave Octavia in line. Wendy loved Octavia to bits and didn't want to be so hard on her, but Wendy's work was far too important to let Octavia interrupt.
The fleet was in a bad way. They were hopelessly lost, low on fuel, and tearing themselves apart with constant infighting. If the remaining resources were not managed very carefully then they would be in very serious trouble.
Wendy and the other chaos administrators and bureaucrats were now fighting a desperate battle to coordinate together to keep the fleet functioning through all the infighting between all the warbands. Wendy was stressed, over worked, and struggling to balance both work and her sadomasochistic pleasures at the same time.
The few hours each day that Wendy found to both hire professional Dominatrices and spend time with Octavia had not come easily. Wendy currently spent 100 percent of her waking free time on Octavia and the hired Dominatrices, literally ALL of it had to be sacrificed to maintain the lifestyle Wendy and her lover were accustomed to.
Octavia might not always realise it, but Octavia was the absolute unquestioned love of Wendy's life. Wendy made huge sacrifices to keep Octavia happy, those Dominatrices she spent on Octavia each day certainly weren't cheap!
Wendy stopped getting distracted by her relationship problems and focused on the Alpha Legion ambassador. This negotiation was not the biggest or most important administrative negotiation currently happening in the fleet, not even close, but cumulatively together these countless smaller negotiations were extremely important to the efficient management of the remaining resources.
Running the administrative bureaucracy of a fleet on the verge of total anarchy effectively enough to bring them back from disaster was a Herculean task, and every member of the bureaucracy had to pull their weight to achieve this impossible goal.
Wendy's life was a blur of meetings, paperwork, negotiations, paperwork, organising people, paperwork, giving reports, even more paperwork, and then extra paperwork on top just to make her misery complete!
It was so much more than just paper pushing, the hardest part was staying on top of the POLITICS of this diverse fleet of different warbands. She had to know who hated who, HOW MUCH who hated who, who suddenly hated who even more as a result of recent events or even just recent rumours, who would work with who for the temporary time being, who was just pretending to work with who so they could stab them in the back, and a gazillion other things about who and who!
The entire act of juggling this entire mess was a nightmare, and Wendy was amazed that it hadn't already driven her completely insane.
This negotiation with the Alpha Legion ambassador was a case in point. The Alpha Legion currently had an alliance with the Night Lords, but was hostile to the Damned Company of Lord Caustos, who were themselves allies of the Night Lords! The Alpha Legion in turn was currently allies with the Word Bearers, but the Night Lords were currently hostile to the Word Bearers!
It was a complete mess trying to navigate this web of warband politics to actually find a way of getting all these people to work together at all without just killing each other to extinction.
Wendy had to know exactly what she could and couldn't say, had to know what would work and what wouldn't, had to work harder than any of the fighting Chaos Champions, got far less glory than the fighting champions, and on top of all this she had to deal with constant sexism and even rape just for daring to be an attractive woman!
Even now she was extremely aware that the Alpha Legion ambassador was currently looking at her tits rather than her face, and he wasn't taking her seriously simply because she was a woman. Wendy was only spared open sexual advances at all because she was extremely openly a lesbian and played the lesbian card ruthlessly to stop men from hitting on her.
Wendy had done everything except hold a massive placard reading "I'm Homosexual" to proclaim her lesbieanness. She dressed in the most "dyke" pantsuits she could find and took Octavia with her to work whenever practical and introduced her to people as her lover. Just to keep the men from CONSTANTLY asking her out or sexually harassing her.
The ambassador glanced over at Octavia curiously before looking back at Wendy's cleavage. It didn't take a psyker to tell that he was wondering if she would agree to have sex with him. Even chaos space marines were not against penetrating an extremely hot female Slaaneshi champion like Wendy, the blessings of Slaanesh caused Wendy to be a veritable magnet for unwanted cock!
"Yeah, she's my lover," Wendy answered the unasked question.
"So you're, what, pansexual?" The ambassador asked.
"I'm a strict lesbian, only into women," Wendy explained quietly.
"But you are a Slaanesh champion, they fuck anything," the ambassador said tactlessly.
"Not me, I'm only into girls," Wendy said, hoping to end this exasperating conversation and get back to the complex negotiations process.
"Bah, you just haven't found the right guy yet, I know that all Slaaneshi women love it, you will too. Don't worry, it won't take TOO long," the ambassador insisted.
Wendy was physically a slightly small woman, petite except for her erotic curves and slightly below the average height for an adult woman. The ambassador in the room with her was an 8 foot tall Alpha Legion chaos space marine clad in power armour. Wendy looked up at the armoured giant in dismay, she didn't like this situation.
"I'm telling you that I'm a total dyke! Unless you have a pussy under that armour I'm really not interested." Wendy insisted forcefully.
The ambassador ignored her and, with a mechanical hiss and a click, the groin plate of his power armour swung outwards and fell to the floor with a loud crash. Wendy looked down in dismay to see the man's penis.
"Yuck, I really didn't want to see that," Wendy said unimpressed.
The ambassador put a hand on Wendy's shoulder, ignoring her protests.
"I'm NOT INTERESTED!" Wendy shouted at the ambassador.
"Trust me, you will be hooked on guys by the time I'm done," he said patronisingly.
Wendy sighed and started to get undressed before this troglodyte ripped her expensive business clothing. When fate gives you cocks, at least you can try to receive them on your own terms.
Wendy was barely naked before he was all over her.
"Is it in yet?" Wendy asked nastily.
"Smart ass, I will fuck that cheek right out of you." The ambassador said condescendingly.
Wendy was dry as a bone down below, and the thing squeezed uncomfortably in and out of her dry vaginal passage. Wendy was not having a good time at all.
"Yeah, you like that don't you bitch!" The ambassador said like a complete douche bag.
"This is boring and uncomfortable. How many times do I have to tell you that I'm a dyke," Wendy replied in a calm deadpan voice.
The man cursed and redoubled his efforts to turn her straight with his sexual prowess.
"You wouldn't be doing this if I was a guy," Wendy accused.
"Of course not, I'm not a fucking homo!" The ambassador snapped.
"Well I AM a FUCKING HOMO, I'm a complete dyke. Get your cock out of my pussy!" Wendy shouted at the moron.
"Just give me a chance, we have only just started," the asshat insisted.
Wendy just stayed silent and let him get on with it, distressed by how much time this rape was costing her. It was yucky and uncomfortable and horrible and really boring and she just wanted it to be over, which was astonishing for a Slaanesh Champion, Wendy really couldn't overemphasise the fact that she was a total lesbian!
Wendy was getting really angry and impatient by the time the moron cummed inside her.
"How was THAT huh?" The ambassador asked proudly.
"I'm still a total dyke, all you did was make me feel extremely uncomfortable." Wendy admitted bluntly.
"Oh," the ambassador said in disappointment.
"Maybe if we try again?" He suggested.
"Maybe we can FINALLY return to the negotiations!" Wendy insisted forcefully.
"Wait, so you're REALLY a dyke?" The ambassador pressed.
"Yes for the hundredth time I'm REALLY a dyke. I have no interest whatsoever in men and I just want to do my job of saving this fleet from ruin," Wendy explained firmly.
"You sure you're not just frigid?" He pressed.
"For fucks sake! Can you PLEASE just focus on this business at hand! Isn't it enough that you just raped me?! Why must you persist in sexually harassing me!" Wendy shouted at the odious man.
"You really are just an angry lesbian aren't you," he accused.
"Yep, I'm an absolutely FURIOUS lesbian," Wendy agreed hatefully.
The moron nodded in understanding and FINALLY resumed the important negotiations about military supplies.
"So you and her, huh? That must be quite a sight," he said after only two minutes of staying focused on topic.
Wendy face palmed, sexual harassment really REALLY sucks, even for Slaaneshi Chaos Champions!
***...
Wendy was nearly at her breaking point when she finally got to vent her considerable frustrations out on Octavia's hyper ticklish body at the end of the day.
Wendy had the naked Octavia strapped down spread eagled to a bondage table, and was attacking her stomach and armpits with terrible wrath to vent out her stress before it could make her explode.
Octavia's laughter was an unbroken scream as Wendy viciously tickled her with brutal intensity, and Wendy vented all of her pent up rage into the tickling of Octavia.
Octavia's huge tits were bouncing around as she bucked and thrashed in torment in her bondage, and the sight of those bouncing wobbling tits filled Wendy with a lust and wetness that the ambassador had not even come close to generating in her.
Wendy bared her teeth in a vicious sadistic snarl as she attacked Octavia's body mercilessly, digging her fingers deep into Octavia's armpits to make her shriek with tormented laughter. Octavia of course did not mind this cruel treatment in the least, and Wendy knew from experience that Octavia would actually complain if she stopped so soon.
Wendy attacked the hysterically laughing woman in a frenzy of unleashed aggression, and felt the terrible stress pouring out of her as she tickled Octavia incessantly.
On and on it went, Octavia thrashing and screaming with laughter the entire time, and Wendy felt a huge burden slowly lift off her heart as she unleashed it all on her gorgeous tickle slave.
Wendy thanked Slaanesh daily for the blessing of acquiring Octavia, she truly felt like she would go mad if she couldn't vent with Octavia like this. The pair of Slaaneshi women were so lucky to have found each other, they were the best thing that had ever happened to each other.
After a full hour of giving Octavia the most hellishly hard tickle imaginable, Wendy felt the last of her stress vent out of her, and felt an exquisite feeling of lightness and peace. With the burdens all vented out, Wendy started to really notice how utterly sexy Octavia was.
Octavia had cost Wendy an absolute fortune in plastic surgery to give her complete physical perfection, and the quality of the work really showed.
It was absolutely impossible for any natural human to look as sexy as Octavia looked, ONLY with comprehensive plastic surgery could a woman be made to look THIS good.
When deciding how to surgically reconstruct Octavia, Wendy had simply kept asking the plastic surgeons "how can she be even more perfect". Over and over again Wendy had sent Octavia back to the surgeons, always trying to add that little bit of extra physical perfection. Only when the surgeons had been unable to make Octavia any more perfect had Wendy finally stopped.
Octavia still had little bits of her old appearance. Her hair was still the same curly dark brown it had always been and she had the same dark brown eyes, but apart from a few relics like this, Octavia was almost completely unrecognisable from her original appearance.
Wendy hadn't even physically recognised her faithful Octavia anymore, but the woman's old personality and mind was still inside this perfect new form, just as mad for tickling as she had been in her old appearance, and just as loving and affectionate towards Wendy.
Wendy was now looking down at this bucking and thrashing paragon of sexy perfection, and was shockingly aware of just how sexy this woman was. Wendy's pussy was currently so wet that she was dripping on the floor through her completely soaked panties!
This remarkable woman was Wendy's PROPERTY, to do with as Wendy pleased! Wendy had the absolute right to do whatever she liked to this exquisite woman, she OWNED this body!
Wendy immediately moved one of her hands down to Octavia's pussy and felt it curiously. Her fingers met with soaking wetness running over Octavia's soft folds, Octavia was every bit as wet as Wendy was.
Wendy inserted a finger deep inside Octavia, then a second finger, then her whole hand. Wendy didn't need to ask for permission to put her hand inside this body that she owned, and she clenched a fist inside Octavia and firmly slid it in and out, punching Octavia in the end of the pussy with every inward motion.
Octavia didn't seem to mind this in the least, and was even attempting to push her pelvis rhythmically into Wendy's fist even as she laughed and thrashed from Wendy's other hand tickling her stomach with energetic squeezes.
Octavia was soon climaxing hard on Wendy's fist and Wendy pulled out her slimy hand and sat down on Octavia's face.
No matter how hard Wendy tickled her, Octavia's tongue did not stop licking Wendy's soft wet folds. Wendy was in heaven from the caress of that soft wet tongue and moaning hard.
For a long time Wendy enjoyed that tongue, squirting over and over again all over Octavia's face.
Wendy kept good track of the time and eventually had to reluctantly end the play time to wash and sleep. There was just never enough time.
After a highly erotic bath time together and getting freaky with their toothbrushes and toothpaste, the pair of lovers were snuggled naked in bed together and getting sleepy.
Wendy kissed her property lovingly, and was kissed back in turn. She loved Octavia so much, only Octavia could kiss her so lovingly.
Wendy knew that Octavia feared her like an obedient slave should, but it was with these kisses that Octavia really conveyed that this fear was tempered with very genuine love.
Wendy drank in these loving kisses as she got sleepier and sleepier, it was lovely in the extreme. Octavia's mouth tasted like minty toothpaste, and her tongue was cool, she smelled fresh and fragrant, and the feel of her bare front pressed against Wendy's bare front was remarkably soft and smooth and spongy.
The pair were draped in a dark red satin sheet, silky smooth and cool on their skin. The bed itself was the perfect combination of soft yet firm, and the level of comfort was heavenly as the two lovers canoodled.
Sleep came gradually as they softly kissed and snuggled, both women utterly at peace in each other's embrace.
***...
To be continued