Chapter 3H
Weeks later Octavia was laughing hard as a slave man squeezed her belly under a table in Owner Wendy's workplace. Owner Wendy was doing a mountain of paperwork and was far too busy to keep Octavia in line.
Octavia was wearing only a see through bra like she usually did, and had taken off her high heels so that people could tickle her feet. Unsurprisingly she was getting a LOT of attention from the male slaves in this admin office.
"Oi, get back to work! I need this report scanned and photocopied at once!" Shouted one of the admin ladies at the male slave tickling Octavia.
Octavia pouted unhappily as the man stopped playing with her and ran off to obey.
The admin office was populated mostly by slaves who served a smaller but still impressive number of free bureaucrats like Owner Wendy. The office was large and full of desks and cubicles and the like, and was absolutely swarming with badly overworked people.
Octavia was only semi literate and had grown up learning to read in a completely different language from what the chaos worshippers spoke anyway, making her not the most useful person in an office environment.
Octavia got up from under the table and went over to Owner Wendy to give her some attention. She found Owner Wendy sitting at a desk filling out a mountain of paperwork while simultaneously talking on a phone about something work related. She looked really busy.
Octavia walked to Owner Wendy anyway and stood behind her chair giving her a shoulder massage. Owner Wendy did not seem to mind and Octavia kept massaging huge knots of tension in Owner Wendy's shoulders.
Octavia felt so empowered, she was doing something to help Owner Wendy!
"Octy no, your lust aura is making me wet as fuck, you're distracting me," Owner Wendy said apologetically.
"As you wish Owner Wendy," Octavia said disappointedly and moved herself out of range of her aura so that Owner Wendy wouldn't be distracted.
Octavia walked around the crowded walkways between the desks and cubicles, squeezing past slaves running errands as she went. The slaves reacted to her squeezing past based on their sexual orientation.
Gay men, heterosexual women, and asexuals were completely unaffected by her maddening lust aura, and squeezed past her without incident. But heterosexual men, lesbian women, and bisexuals or pansexuals of any gender identity visibly staggered from the effects of her aura and got terribly excited as she squeezed past them.
The office slaves were a mix of genders and sexualities, and Octavia quickly created a major traffic jam as people slowed right down to prolong the duration of her squeezing against them.
Hands discretely copped sneaky feels of her body in the crowd, and the insanely ticklish Octavia was in a fit of giggling laughter from the touching and slowed down to prolong the exquisite tickling, making the traffic jam even worse.
Octavia was soon in the centre of a sea of groping hands, laughing and moaning in equal measure from the touch. Fingers touched her bare vagina and she moaned orgasmically.
Octavia was then screaming in pain as security forces with cattle prods broke up the traffic jam with agonising electric shocks. Octavia hated electric shocks and was quickly fleeing away from the prods, easing the office congestion.
She hid under a table for a while, but the admin lady using it was apparently at least partly bisexual and shooed Octavia away to stop distracting her with her lust aura.
Octavia ducked from cubicle to cubicle, trying desperately to reduce the power of her aura. Octavia was incapable of shutting off the aura completely, and even at it's lowest level the lust aura gave an extremely pleasant feeling to every susceptible person within a few meters of her. The admin staff were mostly female, and mostly extremely busy, but an alarming number of them were bisexual enough to be bothered by Octavia's aura.
Octavia was evicted from one cubicle after another as she gave the admin ladies damp panties and enflamed passions, and she felt harassed at every turn. She could not leave the office without Owner Wendy's permission, and a surgically embedded microchip in her arm constantly transmitted her location to the ship's cogitator, recording the slaves every movement to prevent them from escaping or going AWOL.
Octavia eventually found her way into the relatively empty staff break area, and sat down shakily on a comfy chair to calm down.
Octavia settled down as she watched the extremely busy people moving around in the crowded cubicle areas, they were all working so hard to do whatever it was that they did. Octavia got the feeling of some great desperation in these people, as though they were faced with some huge disaster that she wasn't aware of.
Calmed down now, Octavia realised that she was quite hungry. Owner Wendy had been rationing how much food she fed Octavia each day recently, and Octavia assumed that she was simply on another strict diet to stop her getting fat.
Octavia risked a sneaky glance at the food section of the staff break room, a very naughty temptation to eat filling her. To her surprise she found that the food section was completely bare, they didn't even have sugar or coffee! Was the entire ship on a diet?
Octavia looked at the people in the office. They were all looking distinctly skinny, anorexic even. These people really should stop this diet now, they were already really skinny!
Octavia herself was the thinnest she had been in over ten years right now. Her ribs were extremely prominent, and her hips were poking through her skin quite pronouncedly. She had been losing muscle mass and getting weaker of late, and had little meat on her except for her massive synthetic breasts and bum!
Octavia's tickling addiction was so strong that she would chose tickling over food and be tickled until she starved to death if given the chance. In fact Octavia would also have sex until she starved if given the opportunity. Her pleasures and addictions had a much higher priority than anything so pedestrian as food and survival.
Octavia settled for drinking water from a water fountain in the staff break area, just to put something in her belly to make her hunger less severe. This diet really was a bit too extreme for her liking.
***...
"Owner Wendy, how come we are dieting?" Wendy heard Octavia ask during their meagre dinner at home that night after work.
"We are not dieting Octavia, we are STARVING. It has been years since the fleet last took on fresh supplies," Wendy explained, astonished by how naïve Octavia could be sometimes.
"Starving?" Octavia asked in confusion.
"We are completely out of food, and are now forced to live off this disgusting edible bacteria paste that the Dark Mechanicum has managed to grow as an emergency stopgap. They can't even grow enough to feed everyone properly and the space marines and war bands keep stealing the lion's share of what little gets produced. I'm rationing our food like crazy to keep you me and Fetter alive as long as possible," Wendy explained carefully to the silly tickle slave.
"We would have more if you stopped hiring Dominatrices," Fetter muttered under her breath from where she stood at attendance beside the table.
"Yes thank you for the commentary Fetter. Those Dominatrices are starving too and depend on the work I provide them to stay alive. What's the point of surviving a famine without Dominatrices! We might as well die if that happens!" Wendy snapped at her slave.
"You still have me, I was your Dominatrix for 10 years! Or have you forgotten, my DEAR ex wife Wendy!" Fetter snapped bitterly.
"The last time you tried to play with Octavia you broke a hip. Your hip replacement surgery cost me a fortune!" Wendy snapped impatiently.
Fetter grumbled but held her peace.
Wendy was annoyed by the continued presence of her gold digging ex wife from almost 100 years ago being a part of her life again. Wendy and Octavia might not age, but Fetter had not been so lucky, and actually looked like her extreme chronological age, even though she was not even half as old as Wendy was chronologically.
A century or so ago, way before Octavia was even born, Fetter had been a young and gorgeous woman who called herself Mistress Fetter the professional Dominatrix. Her full name was Fetter Lash Lee according to her official records, and went by Fetter as a real name rather than just a stage name.
Fetter had been a predatory gold digger who deliberately became romantically involved with Wendy in order to get her hands on Wendy's hard earned money. She had married Wendy and then proceeded to bleed Wendy's finances severely until Wendy finally divorced her. Then for like 80 or 90 years Wendy hadn't seen or heard from her since and had frankly all but forgotten about her.
Wendy had been understandably less than impressed when Fetter suddenly reappeared out of the blue begging Wendy to pay for prohibitively expensive cancer treatment. Fetter had had terminal cancer and had had no other way of affording the treatment except by begging Wendy for money.
Wendy had not been happy to see Fetter, but Octavia and the kids had talked Wendy into saving Fetter's life. The treatment to save Fetter's life had been insanely expensive, far far more money than Fetter could ever hope to earn, and far more than Wendy could afford to just give away for free.
Wendy and Fetter had talked about it and Fetter had agreed to become Wendy's slave in exchange for the treatment that would save her life. Wendy now legally owned Fetter and could do anything she liked to her, but Wendy felt that she treated Fetter very well all things considered.
Fetter acted as a general house keeper and assistant, doing the cooking and the cleaning, serving meals and refreshments, and generally giving Wendy a hand around the home when required. In exchange for this Fetter got room and board, free medical treatment, and even got given occasional spending money to spend on herself as a treat. Wendy couldn't understand why Fetter was so bitter about it.
"So why doesn't the fleet just get more food?" Octavia asked naïvely.
Wendy was astonished that Octavia could live with her for all these years and still be so oblivious about everything going on around her.
"Do you have autism or something girl?! Even I know that the fleet is lost and marooned in the warp." Fetter snapped at Octavia angrily.
"What's autism?" Octavia asked in genuine curiosity.
"Um, maybe she does Fetter, I never bothered to get her checked for autism." Wendy allowed, agreeing that Octavia's level of oblivion was quite unusual.
"I'm getting scared, is it something bad?" Octavia asked anxiously.
"It would certainly explain why her son Augusta is so weird," Wendy added to Fetter, ignoring Octavia's question.
"My baby isn't weird!" Octavia protested.
Wendy quickly calmed Octavia down before she could get too upset, saying anything bad about Octavia's misanthrope of a kid was always a sure fire way to upset her. It wasn't worth the tears from Octavia that were sure to follow if they kept trash talking her son.
Fetter left the room suddenly and returned a moment later with a dictionary and handed it to the barely literate Octavia, with the page open to the description of the word autism. Wendy glared at Fetter, what a nasty bitch!
Wendy quickly got the dictionary off Octavia before she got too humiliated trying unsuccessfully to read it, and told Fetter to put the blasted dictionary away.
"Yes Owner," Fetter said unhappily and hobbled off with the book to put it away.
Wendy managed to coax Octavia into calming down and the pair of them had resumed eating their meagre meal of revolting edible bacteria paste by the time Fetter returned.
"So how long until we get more food?" Octavia asked.
"I wish I knew, hopefully soon," Wendy admitted.
Octavia nodded and started to lick her plate to get every last trace of food off it. The sight of the licking made both Wendy and Fetter tremble with lust. Fetter looked away embarrassed, causing Wendy to smile. Fetter might like to act like a sour puss towards Octavia, but Fetter was also a bisexual and susceptible to Octavia's lust aura like Wendy was.
Wendy licked her own plate hungrily, wishing that she had more calories to burn on playing with Octavia right now. Wendy was now underweight, eating slightly less than she burned through each day, and she was gradually reducing her sexual antics with Octavia to save calories.
Wendy wanted so badly to just be all over Octavia right now, but both of their lives depended on her reducing the ridiculous amounts of calories they burned through each day.
With a heavy heart Wendy resisted the urges and knew that she needed to do something that would really hurt Octavia.
Octavia looked at Wendy with trusting eyes, eyes full of love and affection, and Wendy felt like shit.
"Want to play with me Owner Wendy?" Octavia asked sweetly.
"I'm so sorry Octavia, but as of now you are going to remain in chastity and have a complete tickling ban until the fleet finds more food," Wendy announced sadly.
Octavia did a double take. Wendy repeated herself. Then Octavia understood and the desperation started just as Wendy had feared. Octavia asked if she had been a naughty girl. Wendy explained that it wasn't because of anything she had done. There was weeping, pleading, sobbing and other horrible things, but Wendy remained firm.
Octavia could be as unhappy as she liked, but Octavia had no choice but to obey Wendy's decisions. Wendy did not want to go through life without Octavia by her side, Octavia MUST survive this famine!
***...
Fetter smirked sadistically in the helmet of her spell eating protective suit as she sprinkled more itching powder on the paralysed Octavia for her own sadistic amusement. Octavia could not move a muscle to scratch the itches and could only make a few feeble whimpers through the paralysis.
Fetter was clad head to toe in a lightweight hazmat suit covered in runes sacred to Khorne. The runes were anathema to all psychic powers including Octavia's lust aura, and Fetter was completely safe from Octavia's aura as long as she wore the suit.
Wendy had tried everything to stop Octavia from trying to feed her addictions and remain sessile to conserve energy, but in the end Wendy had been forced to inject Octavia with a paralysing agent to keep her calorie expenditure low enough to keep her alive.
Octavia was completely floppy like a rag doll, laying naked and completely immobile on a mattress especially designed to prevent bedsores. Octavia could breathe and blink, but that was the only movement she was capable of right now. She had a feeding tube in her nose to keep her alive, and she couldn't get up to go to the toilet and just periodically squeezed out shit and piss all over herself.
Wendy had given Fetter the revolting job of keeping Octavia alive and clean around the clock, and Fetter resented Octavia for all the filth she produced for poor Fetter to clean up!
Fetter had secretly deliberately mixed an aggravating itching powder into the tube of talcum powder, and had sprinkled the stuff all over Octavia even when right in front of Wendy without Wendy getting wise. Fetter had simply told Wendy that talcum powder would help prevent bedsores and be good for Octavia's skin.
Octavia's skin was white as a ghost from all the powder Fetter had sprinkled on her around the clock, and from her occasional whimpers it was obvious that she was hellishly itchy.
Despite being constantly kept as itchy as humanly possible, the paralysed Octavia was barely using any calories at all, and was now gaining weight even on this extremely restricted rationing diet. Her physical health was improving by the day, and even her itchy skin was getting steadily healthier. It was frankly astounding what the human body could thrive through!
Fetter knew that she would be in very serious trouble if Octavia ever escaped the paralysis to tell Wendy about the itching powder, but the chances were that they would all starve to death before finding food, and Fetter wanted to have what fun she could before she died.
Fetter checked to make sure that Octavia and her mattress were all completely clean of shit and piss, and then simply left the room, leaving Octavia to her itches without any relief.
Fetter slowly removed her spell eating suit a safe distance away from Octavia and hobbled off to clean the home.
If Fetter had been a young woman then this job of cleaning would be pretty easy, but Fetter was over 100 years old and lacked the prolonged youth of Octavia and Wendy. For a frail geriatric woman it was extremely difficult to keep this place clean, and Fetter struggled greatly with all the chores.
Fetter was bitter, and had every reason to be bitter. She was a worshipper of chaos undivided rather than just Slaanesh, and undivided was much less obsessed with keeping it's worshippers young and gorgeous like the Slaaneshi girls. Wendy was OLDER than Fetter, but had barely aged at all in a hundred years even as Fetter got old and haggard!
Stupid moronic Octavia was the same, she still looked like a teenager despite having grandchildren now! The Slaanesh worshippers like Wendy had long ago discovered the secret of making potent rejuvenation drugs to keep themselves young for centuries and they guarded the knowledge jealously!
Every day Wendy injected herself and octavia with massive doses of these drugs, but gave Fetter only a small dose to prolong her life without returning her to youth! Fetter had tried desperately to steal the drugs from Wendy to make herself young again, but Wendy kept them in a safe that Fetter couldn't break into!
Fetter muttered darkly to herself. Wendy was far stronger than the frail old Fetter, and barely had to touch her to break her old brittle bones. Wendy had no trouble at all in subduing Fetter, and had not hesitated to punish Fetter several times in the past for bad behaviour.
Fetter could do little except submit and take what little vindictive pleasures she could such as with Octavia and the itching powder. She might not be long for this world, but she was sure to be remembered!
***...
Wendy patted Octavia's talcum powder caked hair sympathetically. The poor thing was whimpering wretchedly in a way that broke Wendy's heart.
"That's way too much talcum powder, I'm scared that it will clog her air ways," Wendy told Fetter.
"I think that she is safe, it's good for her skin," Fetter replied.
"I don't care what you think, she's my property not your's, and I want you to stop using talcum powder on her skin!" Wendy snapped with authority.
To Wendy's surprise Octavia made a tiny little noise at these words, she sounded almost relieved or something.
Wendy narrowed her eyes suspiciously and rubbed some of the powder between her gloved thumb and forefinger. She looked at the white substance very closely.
"What is this powder?" Wendy asked Fetter suspiciously.
"It's talcum powder Owner Wendy," Fetter said.
"Cut the crap Fetter, what is it REALLY?" Wendy pressed.
"Look at the tube, it's just normal talcum powder, great for the skin," Fetter insisted adamantly.
"Oh well that's ok then," Wendy said with exaggerated sweetness, before adding, "By the way Fetter, your skin is looking unhealthy of late, I want you to put this talcum powder on your skin."
Fetter shifted uneasily before saying, "yes Owner Wendy, I will go and put it on right now,"
"I will come too and help you put it on," Wendy said dangerously.
"That's really not necessary Owner Wendy, I can do it myself," Fetter insisted.
"I insist that I help you slave, I simply won't take no for an answer," Wendy said with an edge in her voice.
"Please Owner Wendy," Fetter said with a pleading edge in her voice.
Wendy now knew beyond a doubt that Fetter had put something far more sinister than talcum powder in that tube.
"It's just talcum powder like you said. It's good for your skin," Wendy said cruelly.
Fetter slowed right down, playing the frail old lady card. Wendy walked off quickly and came back with a wheelchair, commanding Fetter to sit. Fetter came up with every delay she could but Wendy still got her out of range of Octavia's lust aura and removed the helmet from Fetter's spell eating suit.
Wendy smiled sweetly in her own protective suit and poured the "talcum powder" liberally down the front and back collar of Fetter's suit. Within two seconds Fetter was having a fit scratching herself through the suit.
"Itching is a sign of unhealthy skin, you need MORE talcum powder!" Wendy said mercilessly, shaking more and more powder inside her clothes.
Fetter groaned in misery and her scratching frenzy became steadily worse.
"I command you to stop scratching," Wendy demanded.
Fetter did not obey.
"Do I need to restrain you to stop you from scratching?" Wendy asked.
"Please! Please have mercy on me!" Fetter pleaded in tears.
"For the past few weeks you have been keeping the woman I love coated in this stuff 24/7," Wendy said with terrible danger in her voice.
"I'm so sorry! I thought that as a tickle fetishist that she would enjoy being itchy! I was keeping it secret from you to be nice to her! Honest!" Fetter pleaded.
"What is in this powder?!" Wendy demanded.
"Itching powder!" Fetter sobbed.
Wendy remembered that Octavia was still coated in this stuff and cursed. Wendy handcuffed Fetter's wrist to a wall chain to keep her from escaping Wendy's wrath, and ran to rescue Octavia from the itching powder.
A lot of soap and water later and Octavia stopped her wretched whimpering for the first time in WEEKS! Fetter really was an evil bitch!
"It's over baby, Owner Wendy is here for you," Wendy reassured Octavia lovingly.
Octavia gave a tiny little noise of relief.
Wendy reached down and squeezed Octavia's stomach in its most ticklish spot, Octavia had certainly earned a treat after her ordeal. Very faint paralysed laughter came from Octavia. The poor thing really had been through hell.
Fetter was so fucking dead!
***...
To be continued