Chapter 7H
(About time I returned to this story. Too exhausted to write anything else right now so I'll stick to something easy. Filling in some of the event detail gaps between this story and the Imperial Orphan).
Octavia squirmed playfully with her arms bound behind her head with ropes in an over arm tie, her underarms completely exposed and her body completely naked but for a struggling see through bra to support her monstrous tits.
"Coo-chi coo-chi coo", Owner Wendy said playfully, digging her fingertips into Octavia's armpits and plying them with terrible skill!
Octavia squealed with laughter and fidgeted uselessly, tickled terribly by her Owner's skilful fingers.
"Aw, such a ticklish slave girl", Owner Wendy teased in baby talk, tickling Octavia even more!
"I can't move my arms at ALL in this over arm tie!", Octavia squealed, squirming even more.
"I should certainly hope not, that's the whole point.", Owner Wendy chuckled sadistically, tickling Octavia even more.
Octavia squealed and laughed as Owner Wendy stroked an underarm with one hand and played the fingertips of the other hand all over her front and side, playing with her neck and her chest and her ribs and her tummy in an ever changing fluid attack!
Octavia tried to walk but couldn't with her ankles held together with bright pink bondage duct tape, hopping about futilely and trying not to fall over from her standing position as Owner Wendy gleefully tickled her in a deserted cartel admin office room.
The famine was completely broken now and both women were well fed and fully back to normal. Octavia's formerly prominent ribs now had a sexy amount of extremely lean thin fat covering them, her muscles had recovered, and she was back to her peak level of beauty as a tickle slave. Owner Wendy was likewise well fed and completely gorgeous for the first time in years, her erotic curves full and bulging on her petite sexy body.
Octavia tried to twist and turn her defenceless body reflexively to get away from Owner Wendy's merciless fingers, but it was useless facing a different direction, the fingers kept playing over her front from behind when she turned her back and it just tickled even worse when Octavia couldn't see what Owner Wendy was doing!
"(Giggles), Owner Wendy! (squealing), Owner Wendy it TICKLES! (Squealing laughter), It tickles SO much!", Octavia squealed with frantic laughter.
"Aw, it tickles does it?", Owner Wendy teased playfully.
"(Squealing laughter), I LOVE it Owner Wendy! (Giggles), I love your tickles so much!", Octavia laughed ticklishly.
"That's why you are my tickle slave, it would be almost a crime to leave this body untickled.", Owner Wendy replied with sadistic affection, gently squeezing Octavia's ribs so rapidly that she howled with gasping laughter!
Octavia squirmed her trapped arms desperately, unable to defend her body from the wonderful awful fingers, almost squirming out of her skin from the electric intensity of every lightning fast squeeze of her ribs!
The fingers on her body were a blur of motion, getting in her blind spots to take her by surprise before attacking a new unseen place faster than she could follow, every touch unpredicted and a thousand times more ticklish from the surprise!
"Oh Blessed Slaanesh yes! (Squealing laughter), Yes yes! Tickle me! (Hard laughter), Be merciless!", Octavia laughed orgasmically.
"Are you getting horny Tickle Slave?", Owner Wendy asked with playful taunting.
"Yes Owner Wendy.", Octavia giggled with submissive delight.
Owner Wendy's fingers squeezed Octavia's tummy in the most ticklish spot on her entire body and Octavia bent her body down desperately with screaming laughter, desperately ticklish!
Octavia doubled forward and fell down on the carpeted floor, too ticklish to remain upright. Owner Wendy fell upon her ticklish property with renewed fingertip assaults, straddling Octavia's prone body and probing all of the most hideously ticklish places!
Owner Wendy stripped out of her dyke business pantsuit, stripping down to her sexy lacy lingerie and fishnet stockings, and she then leaned down to make out with Octavia heavily on the floor, tickling her the entire time so that she was kissed on her hysterically laughing mouth!
Octavia was wet as a burst water main and hungrily pressed into the kisses as she howled with laughter, fingertips playing all over her ribs and sides and underarms in a crescendo of unendurable tickling torment! Owner Wendy stopped kissing and tickling just long enough to untape Octavia's ankles, and she spread the legs of her ticklish property and put her entire hand in Octavia's wet pussy!
Owner Wendy used her other hand to tickle Octavia half to death!
Octavia laughed her way very rapidly to countless multiple orgasms, feeling the intense pleasant feeling of her clitoris being rubbed and stretched at the same time, the rubbing easily sending orgasms falling out of her in uncontrollable free fall. Octavia moaned her head off between her laughter as Owner Wendy's hand stretched her open and rubbed her so wonderfully, as every poke and squeeze to the torso made Octavia flinch with intense shock and squeal with laughter.
Octavia was tickled and rubbed into some sort of squealing pleasure coma, feeling absolutely wonderful in an intense pleasure haze. Owner Wendy got fully naked and used Octavia's comatose body to pleasure herself, with Octavia only vaguely aware of herself giving muscle memory oral sex to Owner Wendy's pussy as she basked in this heavenly pleasure.
Some time later Octavia was lucid enough out of her pleasure high to notice that Owner Wendy was getting dressed again and no longer tickling her. Octavia was still wearing her bra, her breasts never once released from the see through cups this entire pleasure period, though still very much molested through the thin see through fabric. Octavia's legs were taped back together at the ankles by Owner Wendy, and she was pulled to her feet by the arms bound behind her head.
"That was a fun break period." Owner Wendy said happily, giving Octavia's lips a passionate loving kiss. Octavia romantically returned the kiss. Owner Wendy was right, it had been extremely fun.
The pair left the deserted room, Octavia awkwardly hopping with her ankles taped together, so that her massive boobs wobbled impressively in her see through bra with every hop. Owner Wendy grinned at the sight.
Octavia hopped behind her owner as fast as she could to keep pace, her arms still useless behind her head and her body defenceless. Octavia was a slave and could only submit to the will of her owner, her own dignity and pride were long forgotten prospects, she happily hopped along without the slightest feeling of humiliation.
The crowded cartel admin centre didn't even blink at the sight of Octavia, these Slaanesh worshippers simply enjoying the view, and Octavia hopped all the way to Owner Wendy's personal desk.
Owner Wendy pushed Octavia's back against a wall in a standing position, and then used copious duct tape to tape Octavia's bound body to the wall!, Owner Wendy even put some super strong glue between the wall and the duct tape to make it completely unmovable!
Owner Wendy then used glue on a strip of pink duct tape to tape Octavia's mouth closed so that she couldn't talk!
Octavia squirmed nervously in the tape, it was glued under tension so that it was too tight to even move, but it left all of her most ticklish vulnerable places like her tummy and underarms completely bare!
Owner Wendy sadistically probed her fingertips into Octavia's bare smooth underarms!
Octavia tried to squeal with laughter but the tape on her mouth silenced her squeals to a muffle, she tried to squirm but couldn't even move!
Owner Wendy didn't stop, just relentlessly tickling her underarms terribly without stopping, making Octavia completely frantic!
Owner Wendy plied bits of exposed tummy and ribs, smiling with sadistic pleasure as Octavia weakly squirmed very slightly with muffled laughter, Octavia couldn't move at all and was powerless to make it stop!
For minutes that felt like hours Octavia was tickled with wonderful cruelty that made her feel loved and special. This was intensely romantic to a Slaanesh worshipper like Octavia.
Owner Wendy very reluctantly stopped and returned to her work, leaving Octavia taped to the wall like this!
Octavia felt wonderfully submissive as she just hung in bondage in this crowded room awaiting her Owner's pleasure, feeling absolutely smitten and in love with her wonderful Owner.
For a long time Octavia just hung against the wall helplessly. Owner Wendy was busy doing her incomprehensible job, but every now and then she found the time to resume tickling Octavia for a few tens of seconds that felt orgasmic!
Again and again Octavia was almost completely relaxed and calm when Owner Wendy would suddenly leap upon her underarms and ribs and tummy in a frenzy of fingertips, making Octavia squirm in the tape and squeal with muffled laughter!
Octavia was the happiest she had felt in years. She was well fed again and she was fully immersed in her dream career as a full time tickle slave for her sadistic Owner Wendy. Hopefully this would just be her new life forever now.
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Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Wendy Sevenson grinned happily as she tickled Octavia clean in the bath that night, currently scrubbing Octavia's feet with a soapy scrubbing brush as the gorgeous tickle slave screamed with laughter. Things were finally good again.
The fleet was now in permanent orbit of the daemon planet of Stōørølø, and feverishly strip mining the rings of all the resources TigerLily had parked for them. They now had food and fuel and water and minerals in abundance, as well as countless new chaos worshipping humans to repopulate their fleet and armies to a complete surplus of manpower. Everything was calm, but hopefully this wasn't just the calm before the storm.
Wendy grinned sadistically as she played with her tickle slave in the bath, feeling a sense of profound relief and gratitude to the chaos gods for sparing them all from years of misery. The simple pleasure of having food was just incredible after years of starvation, having fuel and manpower and treasure was even better. Now was the spring time to their long winter, and Wendy was determined to enjoy it.
Wendy smiled fondly at Octavia as she tickled the squealing thrashing woman all over, feeling very intense love for the intoxicatingly sexy woman. Octavia was chained up so that she couldn't move at all with her underarms and other bits exposed, and Wendy got shockingly intense pleasure from tickling every last inch of her body clean as sadistically as humanly possible. Octavia was already completely cleaned everywhere ten times over, but Wendy just kept tickling her even more for fun.
Wendy finished the feet yet again and returned to Octavia's soap covered stomach, squeezing it cruelly to scrub the soap into the flawless sexy skin. Octavia thrashed about wildly and howled and screamed with laughter, tugging desperately on the chains to try to get her arms free to protect this hideously sensitive area, but unable to get free no matter how much she thrashed.
Wendy laughed with cruel delight as her tickle slave bucked and thrashed uselessly, squeezing the spot all the more energetically. This slave didn't have a safe word and didn't get to decide if her tickling stopped, she could only thrash and laugh as Wendy tickled her as much as she liked.
Wendy squeezed with all the energy she possessed, and yellow urine shot out of Octavia's bucking raised pussy in a high arching tinkle into the bath water, having the literal piss tickled out of her!
Wendy laughed uproariously at this and tickled Octavia even harder with sadistic delight.
"I love you Wendy." Octavia said in awe through her gasping laughter.
"I love you too Octavia." Wendy replied lovingly, and kept mercilessly tickling her.
Octavia was too busy squealing with laughter to reply, but her tormented laughing face looked orgasmic and smitten with love, the face of a Slaanesh worshipping woman in love.
Wendy tickled Octavia completely clean maybe twenty times in a row before finally rinsing the foam off her excessively tickled perfectly fuckable body, and reluctantly began to unchain the sexy tickle slave.
Octavia hugged Wendy as soon as she was free and kissed Wendy's lips passionately without even asking permission.
"I love you. I love you I love you I love you so much." Octavia whispered romantically in between her passionate kisses, looking and sounding completely smitten.
Wendy felt all gooey and romantic inside at this intensely romantic behaviour, feeling an intense bond of intimacy with her ex-wife turned tickle slave.
"I adore you, I've always adored you. You are my soulmate." Octavia whispered romantically, kissing Wendy heavily with pure passion.
"I am your Slave Owner", Wendy gently reminded Octavia.
"I know Owner Wendy, but I am still totally, and completely, in love with you.", Octavia whispered with passionate romance and kissed Wendy even more.
Wendy returned the kiss hungrily, feeling equally smitten with her beloved Octavia. This was devastatingly romantic and pure love.
The pair got out of the bath, and Octavia wrapped her arms around Wendy's wet neck and resumed kissing her passionately. Wendy felt smitten and returned the kissing, loving Octavia so much right now, wrapping her arms around her beloved like a treasured possession.
They didn't even get to the towels, Octavia pushed Wendy steadily backwards as they kissed, nudging their way blindly against the wall as they passionately kissed with eyes closed, blindly finding and exiting the door, then backwards walking through the home, crashing against furniture as they kissed each other with pure passion.
Fetter eventually found them both stuck kissing lost in a corner and verbally directed them the rest of the way to the bedroom when they refused to stop kissing or open their eyes for a single moment.
Wet and naked they stumbled all the way to the bed, kissing in a passionate frenzy, and they fell together wet on the sheets to keep kissing with the most beautiful tenderness.
Wendy was too intoxicated with romance to open her eyes, desperate to just keep kissing this woman she loved so much, feeling Octavia's absurdly busty wet naked body against her own, their wet skin rubbing and sliding against each other and the sheets, their long wet hair plastering their faces as they just kissed desperately.
Wendy didn't even tickle Octavia, didn't touch her at all except to hold her body and kiss her passionately. This kiss was too perfect to break, the pair were too smitten with each other to do anything but kiss each other for an entire hour of devastating romance as their bodies slowly air dried.
The kiss ended naturally and organically at exactly the right time, and the pair of lovers held each other tenderly with their foreheads pressed together, looking into each other's brown eyes in loving awe. Wendy felt the best she had felt in years right now, this romantic tenderness of this moment was the peak of her joy.
"I have never loved anyone so much as you. Not Talon, not anyone, just you.", Octavia whispered to Wendy in the most romantic way possible.
"Just you too…", Wendy whispered back, "just you Octavia, just you."
The pair immediately resumed kissing passionately for about five minutes.
"What should we do?", Octavia asked in a romantic whisper.
"What do you mean?"
"Our relationship… As Owner and Tickle Slave. Are we more than that?", Octavia asked softly.
"Why even try to give our love a label?", Wendy replied softly, giving another brief kiss.
"You are more than just my owner, you are my everything. I love you.", Octavia replied softly with aching tenderness.
"Are you saying that you want to give our marriage another chance?", Wendy asked curiously, but without a hint of hostility.
"If it was different from last time, I am a lousy Dominatrix. What if instead we made it just like this, you being the Dominatrix and me being the tickle slave… The tickle slave wife I guess. Could that work?", Octavia asked tenderly without fear.
"I'm not sure. I have never really done that before, well that time with Talon doesn't really count. I have always been a sub, for 300 years I have been a bottom." Wendy replied calmly. She felt so safe in this tender embrace, like nothing could hurt her, and she did not hesitate to speak sincerely.
"You top me every day for years now, as your powerless tickle slave you are automatically my Dominatrix, you dominate me completely. Don't you enjoy it?", Octavia replied tenderly.
"I love it and would never stop. But just pure tickling is not BDSM, and I need that in my life." Wendy replied intimately.
"You can do as you please to your slave, even kill me, I have no safe word and am not allowed to have limits. You are completely the boss of this body that you own." Octavia replied submissively but tenderly.
"Well that is true, I know that I own your body, and I LOVE that you are so *completely* under my absolute power. I can torture you any way I like and you can't make it stop…" Wendy whispered, feeling an intoxicating thrill of wetness in her pussy at these sadistic words.
"I am completely at your mercy Owner, it is your decision. But if it was my choice, I would like to explore deeper love with you." Octavia replied, giving Wendy another kiss.
"I am happy, nay I *demand*, that you continue to intoxicate me with deeper intimacy. But I still have my own submissive masochistic needs, I'm not ready to give those up. Any wife of mine should be my Dominatrix, I should marry a real Dominatrix and just keep you as my tickle slave. Then both I and my next wife can tickle you as our slave and everyone can be happy", Wendy decided.
"Your word is my law Owner Wendy", Octavia replied with clear sadness.
Wendy felt a small stab of pain in her Slaaneshi heart at Octavia's words of sad defeat. Wendy loved this fellow Slaanesh corrupted soul so much that it ached, this fellow kinky pleasure addict who gave Wendy so much pleasure every single day and so much unconditional love. Wendy loved her to bits.
"I love you more than I thought love was possible, but we already tried marriage and it didn't work out. What we have now, this Owner-slave relationship, *this* works. If I thought something else would work better I would do it", Wendy soothed tenderly.
"Being your tickle slave is intoxicating pleasure, I'm addicted to you and your wonderful tickles, but sometimes I just want to kiss you so much that it hurts but I can't because I'm a slave." Octavia whispered passionately.
"You have my enthusiastic permission to kiss me as much as you like", Wendy whispered back fondly.
Octavia was suddenly kissing her passionately with hungry energy, a kiss of pure undiluted romantic love. By Slaanesh it was sweet.
The pair of lovers didn't even have sex that night, they didn't tickle, didn't torment. They just kissed as though every kiss was a breath of air to the drowning, so desperately in love with each other that it hurt.
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