Chapter 4H
Onboard the Night Lord strike cruiser Crucible of Starvation, the majestic Daemon Princess of Slaanesh known as MA7 was feeling agitated as the situation continued to get worse for her beloved mortal children and descendants.
MA7 was over 10 feet tall, but incredibly slender, mostly all legs. She had a body like a daemonette, with 6 luscious breasts, extremely pale naked skin, flesh dreadlocks for hair, and multiple penises and vaginas between her legs. Her most striking feature was her complete lack of arms, with nothing but extra large armpits where her arms should be. Her entire body was naked at all times, and was covered in scar shaped full lipped mouths from which protruded extremely long prehensile tongues that she used in place of arms.
She was at once disturbing yet shockingly beautiful, repellent yet deeply sexy at the same time. For almost 2 glorious decades MA7 had been an exalted princess of the warp, an immortal daemon of exquisite Slaanesh.
Over 370 years ago MA7 had been born mortal as a mass produced domesticated human slave from the imperium slavery world of Wsuioo. She had been given no actual name, only a 30 digit serial code, but for convenience sake she answered to MA7, the first 3 digits of her code, as a name.
The story of how she got from a nameless dehumanised domesticated Wsuian slave to becoming an immortal Daemon Princess of Slaanesh was a massive chronicle to tell, the result of first being abducted by the Night Lords as a plaything to mutilate, and then spending 300 long years climbing her way to eventual immortality.
MA7 had achieved her rise to power by her children and grandchildren. She had squeezed out over 70 children when she was still mortal, and those children had had children, who had had children of their own. MA7 had spawned hundreds of descendants of various generations, many of whom became new chaos space marines, and with this small army she had risen to power.
MA7 had never been a fighter, she had been an extremely loving and supportive mother and grandmother, a calming and unifying influence on her army of children, a reconciler who enabled all of her descendants to work together with enough organisation to let the family seized power for themselves with MA7 at the head.
MA7's descendants had taken the last name "Sevenson", the sons of MA7, in her honour as a family name, and had formed a group known as the Sevenson family cartel that worked together to maintain their own power. MA7 loved her family above all else, even immortality had not changed this. Her family was everything to her, and right now she was watching her mortal descendants slowly starving to death!
MA7 herself was immortal and required no food. She could not starve and was in no danger, but life without her family would be a hollow existence for her. At this very moment many of her most cherished daughters, all high ranking members of the management of the Sevenson Cartel, were gathered together in a massive boardroom onboard the strike cruiser to discuss a possible solution uncovered to prevent this impending death by starvation.
The gathered high ups were restless in the massive boardroom onboard the Crucible of Starvation as the Slaanesh Daemon Princess MA7 called the emergency meeting to order. The fleet needed to take a truly drastic measure to tackle the growing food shortages before the mortal members of the Sevenson Cartel, and the fleet, all starved.
MA7 looked down the long table at the faces. The gaunt faces of starving Sevenson women looked back at her expectantly, hunger and desperation in their eyes. They were all afraid.
"Daughters, grand daughters, great grand daughters, oh and you too Octavia dear. I have gathered you all here to discuss a, ah, message that I received through the warp from, uh, well it comes from TigerLily," MA7 told the assembled women awkwardly.
The sounds of hissing and muttering erupted around the table, the women were not happy, MA7 couldn't blame them. The Daemon Princess of Tzeentch TigerLily Sevenson was MA7's daughter-in-law and technically a member of the Sevenson Cartel, but had betrayed the cartel so many times for her own personal gain that she was currently in exile with a huge price placed on her head by the Sevenson Cartel.
MA7 pressed on with her announcement through the growing din of protest.
"TigerLily has promised us food, fuel, slaves and safety at a Daemon World she has recently conquered." MA7 explained.
"We can't trust her! Have you forgotten what happened the last time we trusted her!" interrupted Macy Sevenson, MA7's eldest surviving daughter.
"That's exactly why we are having this meeting, so we can decide," MA7 reassured Macy.
The room erupted in a buzz of unhappy murmuring and muttering.
"Look, I know all the grievances we all have against TigerLily, I suffered too from that hideous Full Circle War that TigerLily orchestrated, I was tortured with hell fire! No one is disputing the fact that TigerLily is utterly evil, but the food is almost gone," MA7 urged her Cartel.
"What precisely is TigerLily offering and what EXACTLY is she asking for in return?" Wendy asked suspiciously.
MA7 carefully laid out the offer.
"She is offering 200 million metric tons of dehydrated milk, 400 million metric tons of dehydrated honey, 500 million metric tons of cereal grains, 40 million metric tons of dehydrated meat, 100 million metric tons of dehydrated fruits, and is willing to negotiate to give us even more food if needed."
"TigerLily is also offering 800 trillion metric tons of hydrocarbon fossil fuels, 50 billion metric tons of deuterium fuel for the plasma fusion reactors of our ships and power plants, 900 trillion tons of sea water, and negotiable use of other mining resources of her daemon world."
"TigerLily is offering up to 1 billion slaves to repopulate our decimated crew populations across the fleet, legions of Tzeentch daemons for our armies, and 10 million of her finest mortal soldiers to serve our cause."
"We are also offered the use of the planet for repairs and recreation, a highly favourable peace agreement, an excellent trade deal and a military alliance. I have written down the exact proposals on offer, my daemonettes will pass out copies right now. Read them carefully but don't let these documents leave this room or the rest of the fleet will get wind of this and scatter to find TigerLily first."
There was then the sounds of papers being turned through as the assembly read through the documents as the daemonettes handed them out. The long wooden table was filled with high powered upwardly mobile women, all of them related to MA7 in some way, and currently these women were silent as they carefully read through the documents in exhaustive detail. At least, MOST of the women were...
"Out- um out, lin, out-line. Outline off, um, outline of, pro, um, pro. Owner Wendy, what's this word say?" Octavia asked.
"Outline of proposal. I don't think that you were supposed to be given a copy of that, stop reading it," Wendy told Octavia impatiently.
"Yes Owner Wendy," Octavia said obediently and put the copy that a daemonette had given her on the table in front of her and stopped trying to read it.
MA7 smiled despite herself at the adorably sweet girl. Octavia was sitting on the chair next to Wendy at the table, looking rather out of place. Octavia was barely literate and was no rocket scientist either, she was wearing not a thing except for a completely see through lingerie bra and a pair of high heels, and had a look of cheerful oblivious stupidity on her beautiful face. The daemonettes had simply assumed that Octavia should get a copy of the document, with humorous results.
Normally slaves like Octavia would not be permitted to sit at the table of a Cartel meeting like this, expected to either sit on the floor or wait outside the room, but the table had had a lot of spare seats and MA7 had insisted that Octavia sit on a chair rather than on the cold hard floor.
MA7 waited for the Cartel women to read through the many page proposal from TigerLily, and filled in some of the time by walking over to Octavia and wrapping the girl up in long daemonic tongues from the mouths all over MA7's body to play with the delectable woman. Octavia was soon wrapped up like a mummy and very faint muffled ticklish laughter could be heard through the mass of tongues as MA7 licked especially sensitive spots all over her body.
Octavia had always been delightful to play with. She was admirably devout to Slaanesh and was always up for having fun. MA7 adored the woman and had an agreement with Wendy to have free access to Octavia's body like this when Wendy wasn't using her.
For several minutes MA7 enthusiastically played with the lovely Octavia, tickling her terribly under her mummification. The mass of MA7's tongues actively sucked in all sounds that hit them, silencing the considerable racket Octavia was making. By Slaanesh this was great sport.
The women eventually finished reading, and MA7 unwrapped the giggling Octavia. Octavia was now covered in wet saliva from the tongues and had a look of disappointment on her face, unhappy that it was over so soon.
MA7 ignored the slave girl and returned to her place at the head of the table.
"What do you think about the terms?" MA7 asked.
"It's suspiciously generous. What does she gain from it?" Wendy asked.
"TigerLily asks for a complete and irrevocable pardon for all past grievances, a seat on this table as a Cartel Member, reconciliation with her husband and children, protection from all retribution, and to be welcomed back into the family and the fleet." MA7 said carefully.
"Good luck getting Egg to agree to those terms," Wendy said bitterly.
"That's why Octavia is part of this meeting," MA7 began.
"I KNEW it!" Wendy exclaimed.
"Look, we still need to talk about this. We need to decide as a group if we are going to do this or not," MA7 said defensively.
"For the record I don't like this idea," Wendy said firmly.
***...
Octavia was not entirely happy with Owner Wendy as a diplomatic shuttle transported her under armed guard to the Alpha Legion murder class cruiser "the Blade of Toth". Owner Wendy was pressuring Octavia into talking their daughter Egg Sevenson into agreeing to forgive TigerLily, and Octavia did not feel good about doing this after what TigerLily had done to poor little Egg.
Egg was the biological daughter of TigerLily, but had been raised from birth by Octavia and Owner Wendy. Octavia was the only one who had really put in all the hard work of raising the girl, and as a result Egg considered Octavia to be her "real" mother. Octavia likewise considered Egg to be her daughter and was extremely protective of her.
The reason why Egg had to be convinced to forgive TigerLily before the fleet could proceed was because Egg Sevenson was one of the most powerful psykers in this age of the world. Egg was extremely dangerous when angered, and only Octavia could approach Egg with 100 percent safety to deliver bad news without being squished to a paste.
TigerLily had done hideous things to Egg as a child, hideously unspeakable things, things so bad that even the Slaanesh addled Octavia drew the line. No one alive right now had a bigger grievance against TigerLily than Egg did, and Octavia had been given the unenviable task of trying to convince Egg to agree to TigerLily's terms to save all their lives.
Octavia didn't want to forgive TigerLily either, TigerLily had been terribly unkind to Octavia over the years, and even the easy going Octavia had developed a grudge against her. If it wasn't Owner Wendy who was giving the order, Octavia was not sure that she could bring herself to obey.
Octavia shifted awkwardly in all her clothes, she didn't like to wear clothes. The Blade of Toth was far less safe than the comfortable peace of the Crucible of Starvation, and Octavia was forced to wear full combat armour to keep her safe. Octavia hated clothing, it always made her feel dishonest, as though she was trying to hide things when clothed, she much preferred to be an open book for all to read.
Octavia's escort squad of Night Lord chaos space marines were formed up protectively around her in the confined space of the shuttle, and Octavia got horny from their proximity. Space marines were incredibly yummy under their armour, all hard muscles and large cocks! Octavia got wet at the very thought of it.
The shuttle crew was nervous as they got closer to the Blade of Toth. They anxiously flinched as the radio demanded to know their business.
"Shuttle delivering Octavia the slave, to see Egg Sevenson, masters," the shuttle pilot replied fearfully.
There was a long delay before the radio crackled, "access granted, proceed to shuttle bay 4 on the starboard side. Lady Egg Tsao welcomes her mother Octavia".
The crew all moaned in relief and relaxed.
Octavia frowned, she still wasn't used to calling Egg "Lady Tsao" after the wedding. Egg might be married now but she would always be Octavia's little girl no matter what.
The shuttle proceeded towards the shuttle bay as Octavia continued to fidget in her excessive clothing, Egg would hardly recognise her in so many clothes! Octavia could hardly wait to strip. She just hoped that she could find a skilled tickler somewhere on this ship during her stay, she was desperate to get her rocks off!
The shuttle arrived while Octavia was still fidgeting, and she squirmed about uncomfortably as the doors went through an unlocking cycle. The clothing was chafing her soft skin!
The night lord escort prompted her to exit the shuttle and she reluctantly walked outside surrounded by a tight huddle of bodyguards.
The first thing Octavia noticed was the smell. The hangar reeked like a cross between a hundred garbage dumps and 100 sewers, it was the stench of sickness.
"Egg!" Octavia squealed with joy, recognising the distinctive smell instantly. She looked all around for her little girl.
The hangar was crowded with gaunt lowly heretic cultist people that blocked Octavia's view, and Octavia agitatedly tried to push through them all, following the comfortingly distinctive smell of her beloved adopted daughter.
The crowd of men was parted out of Octavia's way by a glowing green psychic energy that physically pushed them gently aside, and Octavia smiled excitedly as she caught sight of the rotting cadaverous maggot covered form of "Lady Egg Tsao" the Champion of Nurgle.
Octavia squealed with delight and ran over to her, uncomfortable combat armour rattling loudly as she ran. Octavia threw herself at the decomposing skeletal figure, wrapping her in a tight cuddle.
Octavia covered Egg's putrid sore covered mutant scalp with energetic loving kisses, hugging her tightly in greeting.
"Yes yes Mum, I missed you too," Egg burbled in a phlegmy liquid voice, trying halfheartedly to wriggle out of the cuddle.
Octavia didn't let Egg escape the greeting cuddle so quickly, and just held on all the tighter, kissing her head and making high volume excited noises of pure joy.
"You are causing a scene Mum," Egg complained, sounding like a little girl now in Octavia's presence.
Octavia kissed her ulcer covered cheek and lowered the volume a bit, still not letting go. She loved this girl absolutely to death!
Egg patted Octavia's back soothingly until she calmed down, and Octavia was eventually coaxed into releasing Egg from the cuddle.
Octavia immediately noticed the mouldering rags that Egg was wearing, and gasped, demanding immediately to take Egg clothes shopping!
"Mum you are embarrassing me in front of my husband's entire warband," Egg hissed softly but frantically.
Octavia looked around to see hundreds of Alpha Legion chaos space marines gawking at her.
Octavia blushed, unhappy with herself for making Egg so uncomfortable, and suggested that they go somewhere else more private.
"My thoughts exactly Mum, come this way, my husband is waiting for us in the command bridge." Egg urged, an edge of embarrassment in her voice now.
"Why didn't he come with you?," Octavia asked bemused.
"Paxton is extremely busy, I see that you are oblivious of local politics as usual," Egg said with a fond sigh.
"Oh yeah, politics, I have a message I was to give you," Octavia began.
"I already read your mind before you entered this ship, I know all about it and I am angry about it," Egg sighed crossly.
"I was a bit cross too, but I don't like being so hungry." Octavia offered.
"Don't discuss it here in public, we will talk about this later," Egg said firmly.
Octavia nodded and knew what she should talk about instead...
"MUM! No don't you dare ask!" Egg squeaked with frantic embarrassment.
"How's your sex life with Paxton?," Octavia pressed mercilessly, enjoying mischievously stirring Egg up like this.
"MUM!" Egg protested like a mortally embarrassed teenager.
"I hope he is making you cum..."
"MUM!"
"He better be satisfying you at LEAST once a night!"
"MUM PLEASE! NO MORE!" Egg screamed with embarrassment.
Octavia giggled uncontrollably at Egg's reaction, she was so funny.
"You are lucky you are my Mum, otherwise I would positively KILL you!" Egg squealed in protest.
"Paxton, (MUM!) better be positively KILLING your pussy, (MUM!) every night," Octavia teased, stirring her up to a fluster.
Egg dragged Octavia as quickly as possible away from the listening crowds, blushing crimson with embarrassment on her diseased face.
"You are so adorable honey," Octavia chuckled with purest love for the girl.
"You really are the WORST!" Egg replied, also chuckling now that they were more alone.
Octavia adored her daughter Egg, and Egg adored Octavia. The pair were so fond of each other and had a very loving relationship. Octavia had been the slave who raised Egg from birth, and was the only one who was in absolutely no danger of ever being killed by Egg, hence being used to deliver bad news like this.
Egg was an insanely dangerous psyker, one of the thirty or so currently living dreaded "Alpha Plus Psykers", the most dangerous of all psykers. She could kill and destroy people on a whim, and had killed multitudes, but Octavia had raised this little thing from birth and was viewed by Egg as her mother.
"You are lucky I love you," Egg grumbled.
Octavia kissed her cheek and walked with her through an almost deserted corridor.
"How's your slavery going?," Egg asked conversationally, already telepathic and knowing the answer.
"Not so good lately, Fetter was an absolute BEAST to me! She covered me with itching powder for two entire weeks!" Octavia complained.
"Want me to kill her for you Mum?," Egg offered.
Octavia shook her head, "No don't do that, Owner Wendy chained Fetter down and is keeping her covered in itching powder in punishment. Fetter is already suffering enough for what she did."
"You are far too forgiving Mum. Are you still SURE that you don't want me to buy you off Wendy?," Egg urged.
"Owner Wendy is never going to sell me, she already made that quite clear." Octavia reminded Egg quietly.
"I could FORCE her to sell you," Egg suggested.
"Don't you dare!" Octavia squealed in protest.
"You know that I could always just steal you right now..." Egg baited her.
"La la la I'm not listening," Octavia countered, covering her ears childishly.
Egg laughed happily at Octavia's silliness.
"I am Wendy's chattel property until she chooses to sell me of her own free will. She has been through so much with the loss of little baby Franklin, she really needs me right now," Octavia said loyally.
"You are extremely frustrating sometimes Mum," Egg grumbled.
"I take pride in being a slave, I firmly believe that my purpose in life is to be a tickling and sex slave, I am happiest being a slave. Owner Wendy works so hard, it's not too much for her to be entitled to own slaves for her pleasure," Octavia lectured Egg.
"By Nurgle Mum, I am not ever going to agree with you that humans are entitled to own other humans as slaves!" Egg snapped angrily.
"They ARE entitled to own slaves, it's a basic property right!" Octavia argued.
"Can you even hear what you are saying Mum?, You are a human being with inalienable rights." Egg insisted.
"But I am Owner Wendy's PROPERTY! Leaving her would be STEALING! I won't do something so horrid and wrong!" Octavia said with considerable feeling.
"Oh mother, I really do despair of you, your values about slavery are so outdated. FINE stay a bloody slave, see if I care!" Egg snapped sounding deeply upset.
"I know that you are a very progressive minded young woman Egg, but I am from a different era and different culture. In my tribe being a slave is considered a solemn and respectable profession, slaves take their duty of slavery very seriously in my tribal culture." Octavia explained patiently, trying to reconcile.
"Your entire tribe was enslaved and raped to death! You are the only one who is still alive!" Egg screamed at Octavia in frustrated rage!
Octavia gasped and slapped her!
Octavia immediately apologised for slapping her daughter, fussing over the slap and shocked with herself for slapping her baby!
Egg hugged Octavia in reconciliation, they both loved each other deeply and did not want to fight each other, Octavia's slavery was simply a very emotional issue for both of them.
"I just want you to be happy and taken care of Mum, it just scares me the way Wendy treats you like a slave," Egg admitted softly.
"That's because I "am" a slave..." Octavia began.
"I KNOW that Mum, (sigh), I don't want to keep having this same fight with you. I would have already liberated you years ago if you hadn't been so stubborn about it. I don't like the way Wendy treats you, I don't like how you are chained naked in a corner like an animal with absolutely no rights and no say in what happens to you, I love you too much to keep seeing Wendy treat you so degradingly, that's why I don't come over and visit you as much anymore, I just can't deal with it," Egg said with obvious deep feeling.
Octavia became silent at this, feeling deeply hurt.
"Mum..." Egg attempted, but Octavia turned her face away, too upset to even look at her right now.
"Mum don't be like that, you know I only say these things because I love you. I certainly don't want to upset you." Egg soothed.
"(Sigh), I know that you do darling, and I love you too. I know that this is all said out of love. (Sigh), we keep having this same argument over and over again. It always ends in tears, I don't want to keep having this same fight," Octavia sighed.
The pair of them had nonverbally decided to skip the command bridge by this point, and instead walked to Egg's personal home onboard. They continued their emotional discussion the entire journey.
The pair were just making up from fresh bouts of slapping each other over Octavia's slavery when they reached the mildewed ceramite front doors to Egg's personal home. Egg opened the doors and ushered Octavia inside.
A terrible putrid smell greeted Octavia's nose as she walked into the personal home of a Nurgle Champion, oh Slaanesh the air was foul!
"I am very glad that you HAVEN'T bought me off Owner Wendy, I wouldn't be able to stand this smell!" Octavia exclaimed, holding her nose.
"Don't YOU start too about the smell, I get enough complaining about it from my husband already!" Egg grumbled, closing the door after them.
Octavia looked around with watering eyes, and saw only decaying foulness and moulds everywhere she looked. The place was loudly buzzing with flies, and had puddles of what looked like rancid diarrhoea on the floor in various places, in between piles of festering maggoty trash!
Octavia immediately dry heaved, but was too starving to have anything in her stomach to throw up.
"Oh come on Mum, it's not THAT bad," Egg complained.
Octavia steeled herself and squelched through the refuse and puddles with her armoured combat boots. By Slaanesh this was GROSS!
Octavia's vision was nearly going grey from disgust as she forced herself to sit down on a filthy biohazard of a lounge chair.
A nurgling immediately scampered out of a hole in the chair and nestled affectionately in Octavia's lap!
Octavia stiffened, completely pale and on the verge of running away now.
"He won't bite, he is one of my many pets," Egg reassured her.
Octavia patted the nurgling halfheartedly, the nurgling immediately puked all over her lap!
Psychic energy shot out of Egg's head and hit Octavia, cleaning away the vomit.
"I just cured you from contracting Black Blood Fever," Egg explained.
Octavia went green with disgusted horror, this was a nightmare!
"Mum! I can read your mind! Stop criticising my home!" Egg whined.
"I think I should go back to my chains now, I am about to pass out," Octavia groaned nauseated.
"But what about TigerLily's offer?, We have to talk about this," Egg protested.
"Oh Slaanesh I'm about to die! Is this even still breathable air?," Octavia wailed.
"Oh for Nurgle's sake fine you can go! Tell Wendy that I agree to TigerLily's blasted offer!" Egg snapped in resignation.
Octavia thanked her profusely and fled for fresher air, her mission here was done.
***...
On the blasted surface of the daemon world of Stōørølø, Daemon Princess of Tzeentch TigerLily Sevenson looked up at the sky with a smirk. Her beloved family members were finally due to arrive after all these long centuries of warp altered local time.
TigerLily cackled madly, and fled into the safety of the warp in a puff of blue smoke. It would soon be time to rejoin her kin, everything so far was going exactly to plan...
***...
Octavia scrubbed herself raw as she sat chained naked by the neck to the wall of Wendy's home office! She was using the nearby sink and a bucket of water to help her wash herself with a cake of soap and tube of shampoo, lathering her naked body to a foam as she sat on the metal floor near a floor drain.
By Slaanesh that had been filthy!
Octavia rinsed with a bucket of cold water, and then immediately started washing herself yet again, just to be sure.
"I think you are clean enough!" Fetter grumbled bitterly from where she was chained spread eagled to the floor, naked and covered all over in itching powder.
Octavia reluctantly agreed, and had a very thorough rinse. She then sat shivering herself dry on the floor, lacking a towel.
Fetter was twitching futilely in her bonds, tormented by the itching powder but unable to scratch. Octavia watched her struggles with vague interest, she sure looked aggravated.
The pair of slaves Fetter and Octavia were chained naked while Owner Wendy was at work, it was rather dull. Octavia had been home for over 3 hours now, had been immediately chained up naked by Owner Wendy, and had been washing herself the entire time since then.
Octavia tugged unhappily at the steel chain of her locked metal collar. The chain rattled and clunked metallicly, sturdy and strong. Octavia wasn't going anywhere with this chain.
Octavia sighed in boredom and looked around for something to do.
"Wanna talk about something?," Octavia asked Fetter.
"NO!" Fetter grouched back.
Octavia sighed, this was so dull.
"The fleet will have some food soon," Octavia told Fetter conversationally anyway.
Fetter merely grunted in reply.
"I am SO hungry," Octavia announced.
"So am I! We are ALL hungry!" Fetter snapped at her.
"Why are you so horrible to me?, What did I ever do to you?," Octavia asked Fetter unhappily.
"I am SO not in the mood for talking right now! I'm ITCHY!" Fetter railed.
"You started it. I had an absolutely ROTTEN time with all that itching powder for two entire weeks!" Octavia defended herself.
"I don't want to hear that shit right now," Fetter cut her off.
Octavia pouted and tugged on her chain yet again. Octavia looked up slyly at the overhead surveillance camera, wondering if she could masturbate without Owner Wendy's permission?
Octavia looked all around for a place to hide from the camera. Her chain was relatively short, limiting her options. Octavia tugged on the chain, she didn't have a key and was completely trapped...
Octavia considered hiding under the bed.
Octavia looked around conspiratorially, steeling herself to be naughty. She had been strictly commanded to maintain her chastity until Wendy gave her permission to orgasm again... Hiding under the bed to masturbate was VERY naughty to even contemplate!
Octavia bit her lip, tugging on her chain in agitation, she was SO tempted to be naughty right now!
"If you finger yourself under the bed I will tell Owner Wendy," Fetter called out nastily!
Octavia gasped and closed her legs guiltily, trying to look chaste. Oh Slaanesh that had been a near thing!
"Thank you for keeping me obedient, I needed that just now," Octavia thanked Fetter gratefully, feeling like she had a little halo over her head right now.
"You are an UNBELIEVABLE kiss ass Octavia!" Fetter grumbled.
"Thank you," Octavia smiled at the praise.
"That was not a compliment you stupid slave. (Sigh), why do I even bother?," Fetter muttered to herself.
Octavia sat in silence for a while, tugging absentmindedly on her chain as she thought her own simple pure thoughts. Octavia was an extremely good natured and gentle woman, and her thoughts mirrored her feminine kindness.
"Four powers I am so ITCHY!" Fetter moaned without warning.
"I would help you if I could, but I am too far away with this chain. Also Wendy would get cross..." Octavia offered compassionately.
"I just want to DIE already!" Fetter lamented with self pity.
"You are Owner Wendy's property, committing suicide would be stealing from Wendy," Octavia lectured Fetter sadly.
"I don't give a FUCK! Just kill me already for mercy's sake!" Fetter cursed.
"Want me to sing you a song?," Octavia offered.
Fetter merely groaned.
"Spank, spank, spank the slave, firmly on her bum, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, slaves are so much fun." Octavia sang in a lyrical voice.
"Oh stop reminding me about my slavery you stupid bitch!" Fetter shouted at her.
"I'm bored,"
"I don't care, shut the fuck up!"
Octavia pouted, this was so dull and boring.
Octavia went to the toilet just for something to do, pissing softly. She very chastely cleaned her vagina with a square of toilet paper, being a good girl for owner Wendy.
Octavia decided to have a nap, and lay down naked on the bare mattress of her slave bed, trying to get comfortable. The springs in the mattress creaked slightly, irritating Fetter yet again.
"All RIGHT! I am going to have a nap now, stop complaining!" Octavia snapped, trying to settle down.
Fetter was SUCH a grouchy sourpuss today!
Octavia slowly drifted off to sleep, napping peacefully. She was so contented in her sleep, dreaming about food and tickles, utter bliss!
Octavia woke an unknown amount of time later, still chained naked by the neck, still hungry, and still trapped in a room with the extremely grouchy Fetter.
Octavia sighed, being a slave really sucked sometimes!
***...