Chapter 8H
(Note, I used one of those A.I. art generator things to make a picture of Octavia's face based on her description in the story and set it as the cover picture for the story, visible only if you are viewing it in pc view. The image it generated was *fairly* similar to how I think Octavia's happy giggling face might look in real life, though she would be even more beautiful. (But that's just my opinion, no rules saying that you can't imagine the character as looking different to this). Also don't look too closely to the image as the A.I. did what they do and gave her teeth that look disturbingly mutated haha.)
The fleet was fully repaired, for the first time in years. Every last bullet hole, every dent, every broken part all fixed. It was a miracle. Not long ago these ships had been war torn wrecks, but now they were incredibly almost as good as new after feverish repair work up in orbit of the tempestuous daemon planet Stōørølø.
Stōørølø was a "proper" daemon world, good old chaos wastes, warpstone, land in upheaval and laughter of cruel gods. Eldritch warp storms crackled through its skies, the very rocks mutated constantly, and armies of medieval chaos Warriors battled each other constantly for the favour of the gods.
Flat rock planes stretching from horizon to horizon, rumbled and bucked as they thrust skywards to form new mountain peaks. Mere hours or even minutes later, these peaks then dropped back down to form flat planes, or more rarely even dropped still further to create tempestuous seas. Mere hours after each new formation took shape, it would change into something else, on the whim of the gods.
Located dangerously close to the centre of the Maelstrom, Stōørølø was blasted with the full power of the warp, with warpstone dust raining down from space onto the planet, and the very will of the gods taking shape on the planet's surface.
Even the chaos space marine warbands shunned the actual land surface of Stōørølø, for it was a terribly violent and unpredictable place. None among mortals had yet tamed this wild world, the feral Iron Age human and mutant inhabitants not taming the planet but rather they themselves being tamed by it. The mortals who braved this terrible land did not rest easy, leaping for cover at the first sign of a new change.
Survival on the surface of Stōørølø was not easy, but with suitable devotion to the chaos gods it was at least possible. The lands mutated into vast forests of spontaneous plant life from time to time, strange plants with strange fruits and seeds that would feed a man. At other times warpstone tainted fresh water would spring from the rocky ground in gouts. Women on their day of giving birth could be rested on sleds and pulled by swift steeds to avoid and outrun the constant change of the landscape.
It was a horrifyingly dangerous place, in continual flux between the various chaos gods, but also contained unimaginable riches, if only it's quaking landscape could be braved to claim the treasures it contained. In places, the lands ran with rivers of molten gold, while others, perhaps even more usefully, ran with crude oil and boiling tar. These rivers and other precious features lasted mere hours, before being swallowed up once more by the very ground that spawned them. The very land ran with rivers of milk and honey, however briefly in each place, and surprising billions of men and mutants lived and bred in this strange mixture of heaven and hell.
The Tzeentch daemon princess TigerLily Sevenson had been hard at work on Stōørølø for years before the fleet arrived, predicting their arrival in a state of great need, and she had spent those years using warp sorcery to shoot as much of these riches as possible up into orbit before the planet could swallow them back up again. The planet Stōørølø now had a huge ring system of floating resources in orbit, and the fleet was glutting itself on these resources to repair and restore their earlier strength.
But this salvation had come with a price, the price of complete forgiveness of TigerLily for all past sins and the price of reconciliation between TigerLily and the Sevenson Cartel. TigerLily had gripped them by the balls, and they had desperately agreed to her every demand.
The Wong family Petrochemical Mafia, (as it now more or less was), was rapidly rebuilding their fortunes and power by processing the glut of orbital tar and oil into refined hydrocarbons, producing so much fuel that the fleet needed to build more huge fuel tanks just to store it all. The Dark Mechanicum was in turn flexing its power with metal refining and manufacturing and construction, turning the orbit of Stōørølø into a busy place of orbital infrastructure and space stations. Things were steadily building up.
Bribed with resources from these two major players, the various rival factions and war bands in the fleet had achieved a tenuous armistice and the fighting had mostly stopped. Some few who worshipped Khorne seemed unable to stop fighting completely, but even these hostilities were little more than small skirmishes with (relatively) few casualties.
In short, they had peace and prosperity, and they all knew that TigerLily was the only one who had saved them from ruin.
At least… *Most* people knew these things.
Octavia the slave was personally blissfully ignorant of the politics and recent events, from a combination of complete indifference and bovine stupidity. She lived in her own little world inside her head, her simple gentle mind filled with a thick haze of intense Slaaneshi pleasure that made all other things seem impossibly far away.
Octavia was a happy woman at heart, an intensely warm and joyful soul who just wanted to smile and laugh at all times, (especially if the laughter was involuntary). Small minds might be easily filled with faith, but they were also easily filled with love and joy and blissful contentment. And Octavia had a *very* small mind indeed.
Octavia's brain was not well equipped to grasp anything so complex as history or politics or even current events, but even a mind as childlike as her own could grasp hold of happiness and love. She had a very small circle of awareness that almost exclusively encompassed relationships with people who were dear to her, but inside this small circle was found the most beautiful joy and laughter and deep deep love.
Octavia loved the people around her with the powerful and pure love of a small child, and she didn't need to be a genius to have this kind of pure joyful love. When Octavia was in love, she felt it from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, she felt it in her very bones, she felt it deep in her chest as the warmest most beautiful feeling imaginable. It was a feeling that made it impossible for her not to smile, it was a feeling that made her want to hug everything she saw and hum beautiful simple tunes with her face lit up with warmth.
Octavia had a beautiful warm soul that not even Slaanesh worship had corrupted, she just wanted to laugh and smile and shower love on everything around her.
Octavia's iconic tickling fetish was so quintessentially in line with her entire personality and character. She was a woman who wanted to laugh, she wanted to giggle and chuckle and smile and playfully squirm. She was a happy smiling laughing soul who was completely addicted to the joys of being tickled to squealing laughter. Slaanesh might have corrupted this love of laughter into something horrifyingly excessive, but even as a corrupted creature of Slaanesh Octavia still retained her blazing inner warmth.
Right at this moment Octavia couldn't stop smiling as she sat naked on her slave bed in the dungeons with a metal collar around her neck padlocked to a long floor chain, joyfully playing with the chain in her hands as she sat on the edge of the bed humming with happiness.
Octavia couldn't contain her joy and hugged a pillow tightly with a high pitched noise of pure happiness, feeling utterly gay (in both senses of the word).
Octavia was in love, so completely in love, and she just had to smile about it or she would burst with joy right now.
The dungeon was dark and dimly lit, and would be sinister and depressing for most normal people to be chained up in, but Octavia was not like most people and was just so happy that she hummed with joy as she hugged her slave bed pillow tightly.
Owner Wendy was not in sight and might not even be at home right now, Octavia the tickle slave was treated like the slave she was and wasn't given autonomy to know everything her Owner did. At the moment Octavia was chained by the neck in a back room dungeon just as a place to store her when Owner Wendy wasn't using her, and Octavia would remain here until Owner Wendy decided on her whim to release her. The room had a toilet, water, bathing facilities and food all within reach of Octavia's chain, and Octavia was perfectly safe to remain here for at least days with her current food supply.
Octavia missed Owner Wendy but trusted her to return at some point, and wouldn't dream of suggesting that Owner Wendy didn't have the right to keep Octavia in chains like this. Octavia was a happy obedient tickle slave, and she *loved* being a tickle slave. Being treated the part felt good to Octavia.
Octavia energetically twisted her body from side to side as she hugged her pillow into her bare chest, making pleasantly feminine happy noises. She just felt so happy.
Octavia decided that hugging wasn't enough, and began to kiss her pillow as well, getting red lipstick stains on the pillowcase fabric as she happily kissed it with happy noises.
Octavia moved to a bedside table covered in makeup, and picked up a lipstick stick, reapplying her lips with the help of a hand mirror. Octavia then happily used the lipstick to draw a love heart on the dark metal dungeon wall, and wrote the words "OnnAr w3nYd" in the middle of the heart with childlike delight.
Octavia then kissed the poorly written words all over with her lipstick covered lips, leaving red lipstick kiss marks smeared all over the love heart.
Octavia was being naughty graffitiing the dungeon like this, but she welcomed the punishment she would inevitably receive from Owner Wendy for this mischief. The lipstick was easy enough to scrub off the walls.
Octavia gave the love heart one more kiss, and then she happily painted her toenails with colourful nail polish for something to do, humming happily to herself as she painted her toenails with the words "pL33z Tik3L" to entice Owner Wendy to tickle her toes.
Octavia let her toe nails dry, and hugged and kissed her pillow some more as she happily waited for them to dry.
Octavia happily sung a melodic tribal song in her dead village dialect as her toenails finally dried, feeling blissfully happy.
Fetter limped into the dungeon at this point, and frowned at the lipstick graffiti on the wall.
"Hi Fetter!", Octavia greeted happily.
"What did you do to the wall?, You know that *I* will probably have to clean that.", Fetter said unhappily in her old frail voice.
"Oh?", Octavia replied stupidly, not having thought of that.
"Wendy will also tan your bottom for that.", Fetter added sardonically.
"Oh I know *that*, I'm looking forward to it.", Octavia giggled happily.
"Your masochism is extremely irritating sometimes Octavia.", Fetter grumbled.
"Do you want me to clean the wall?", Octavia asked dimly.
"Well, *I* don't want to clean the wall.", Fetter replied unhelpfully.
"Are you saying that Owner Wendy is going to clean the wall?", Octavia asked stupidly.
"Four powers were you dropped on your head as a baby or something?", Fetter exclaimed.
"Um, I hope not?", Octavia replied in confusion.
Fetter then called Octavia an idiot for some reason.
"I'm sorry about the wall, I just love our Owner so much that I want to burst.", Octavia apologised happily.
"I would be madder if you weren't so damn adorable.", Fetter relented with a sigh.
Octavia smiled sweetly at the compliment and stood up happily, hopping up and down with hyperactive energy until the hopping hurt her boobs.
"You really are made for this life, aren't you. Chained in slavery but jumping for joy. It's good to see that at least some people can find joy in the bondage of Slaanesh, very few are so fortunate.", Fetter said with strange bittersweet sadness.
"I've never really thought about it so deeply.", Octavia admitted happily.
"You never think about *anything* deeply girl, your head is empty.", Fetter retorted.
"I think about love deeply, I think about Owner Wendy constantly.", Octavia replied with a happy giggle.
"There is a difference between deep thinking and the shallow puddles you constantly splash.", Fetter replied snarkily.
"Well what do *you* think about?", Octavia replied cutely.
"I think about more than you could possibly imagine, and far more than you could comprehend.", Fetter replied mysteriously.
Octavia cocked her smiling face in happy confusion, giggling softly.
"I don't think I could even dumb it down enough to explain my thoughts about philosophy and recent events.", Fetter elaborated.
"What recent events?", Octavia asked puzzled.
"Are you being serious girl?", Fetter replied incredulously.
"Did someone get pregnant or give birth or have a birthday recently?", Octavia suggested curiously.
"I don't count that sort of nonsense as 'current events', I'm talking about REAL events of significance in the fleet!", Fetter snapped.
"We have food now and are near a planet with rings.", Octavia recounted her entire understanding.
"Oh and we have forgiven and reunited with TigerLily now.", Octavia added as an afterthought.
"That is the vaguest overview imaginable. The political shifts, the power dynamics, the scheming and counter-scheming between the Sevenson Matriarch and TigerLily and the other factions. The return of TigerLily and the salvation of this fleet has paradigm shifting implications!", Fetter exclaimed passionately.
Octavia blinked in confusion at all of these big words.
"(Sigh), I'm foolish for expecting you to understand anything beyond tickling…", Fetter sighed.
"Tickling?", Octavia asked excitedly!
"Why yes Octavia, that is *exactly* what we are talking about right now!", Fetter replied.
Octavia smiled with delight at this news.
"I have SO much to say about this topic! Did you know that the scientistic name for tickling is gargalesis, this is Ancient Greek meaning 'to tickle' and it differs from the scientastic word thing knismesis which means 'itching', though the two are often mixed up by ignorant people. The sort I love is gargalesis, (I really HATE being itchy with knismesis), I am most sensitive to being squeezed on my belly, but my whole body is wonderfully ticklish.", Octavia happily rambled.
"The fuck?, You are capable of being smart?!", Fetter asked in shock.
"Owner Wendy sometimes says I should do a philosophy doctorate about tickling, but I think she might be joking when she says that.", Octavia replied happily with a giggle.
"You can't even read and write properly, I think you might struggle to pen a doctoral thesis.", Fetter chuckled despite herself.
"I can read and write in my native language dialect of Haroldy, my tribe even have our own unique alphabet… At least, we did before the Night Lords killed us all… Now I guess that 'we' is just 'me'…", Octavia replied, suddenly feeling slightly sad.
Fetter smiled sympathetically and didn't comment on this.
"Well anyway… My point is that you all speak a different language and use a different alphabet. I think I'm doing alright that I can even *speak* a second language like this. Expecting me to be fluent in *writing* it as well is just mean. It's really difficult.", Octavia defended her own literacy.
Octavia further explained her point by opening up a draw on her bedside table and pulling out a brightly coloured old tickle bondage porno magazine that had been translated to Haroldy for her, opening it up to show pictures of naked women being tickled extremely hard in strict bondage and turning to a page that had an article about the scientastical side of tickling, pointing at the article showing Fetter.
Octavia got out other really old translated tickle bondage porno magazines, showing yet more articles about the science and medical side of tickling, complete with diagrams of the different nerves and parts of the brain involved with the sensation, as well as theories about the evolutionary reasons for tickling to exist.
Fetter looked at these porno magazines incredulously, cocking an eyebrow at this highly respected academic source of information.
"Look look, here is a picture of me myself in the porno, Owner Wendy sometimes gets me to work as a model in porn." Octavia said excitedly, showing a photo of her screaming with laughter naked in bondage as her underarms were tickled by the fingers of another naked female porn model.
Fetter looked at the porno and then looked at Octavia slightly hungrily, looking horny.
"Damn these old bones, I would probably break another hip if I tried…", Fetter said to herself regretfully.
"Do you want to play with me?, I can be gentle so that your bones don't get hurt.", Octavia offered sweetly.
"I… I yearn for intimate touch, but I would really like to torture you. I am a sexual sadist. I would very much like to inflict pain on you as you very gently kiss and lick my pussy." Fetter requested hopefully, looking Octavia up and down.
"You mustn't leave any marks or injuries that Owner Wendy would notice, but I'm happy to worship Blessed Slaanesh with you like this." Octavia replied sweetly.
"Not a worship act, just sex and sadism." Fetter amended.
"Well *I* will be worshipping Slaanesh, I *always* worship Slaanesh during any sort of play time." Octavia giggled.
"No marks or bruises… So I guess that means electric shocks as torture?", Fetter suggested.
Octavia flinched!
"No no no not that!, Electric shocks are a hard limit for me, I can't *stand* them!", Octavia fearfully protested.
"What, but you are a slave who isn't *allowed* to have any limits or safe word, and you worship Slaanesh anyway!?", Fetter said in surprise.
"I don't get to say no to *Owner Wendy* doing anything she likes to me, I am *Her* slave, but I still get to choose limits and stuff when I play with anyone else. I personally *hate* electric shocks, they are the complete opposite of a tickle, they just feel awful and they make me feel scared. Even devout Slaanesh worshippers have their own little things that they don't like, Owner Wendy is a Slaanesh *Champion* but she really hates dicks cause she is a lesbian. I really hate electric shocks.", Octavia explained unhappily.
"She *says* she hates dicks, but when she was *my* submissive wife long long ago I made her suck dicks as a punishment as I whipped and beat her. She got all kinds of wet from that." Fetter chuckled.
"I used to tickle her, like all the time, when she was my submissive wife. It was really fun, she's so ticklish." Octavia giggled happily at the memory.
"Wendy is just crazy ticklish, I used to tickle her too. She is so funny when she's just doing that desperate laugh she does when you tickle her in bondage, she was just adorable." Fetter said with fond nostalgia.
"Do you miss being her wife?", Octavia asked sympathetically.
"Some parts of it, sure. I miss the wealth and prestige and power mostly, the rejuvenation drugs and all the luxuries and comforts." Fetter said with a sad chuckle.
"But but, that's not what I meant, I don't miss any of that boring stuff! I mean do you miss *Wendy* herself as your wife?", Octavia asked in annoyance.
"In all honesty yes I do miss her. She was a lot of fun, especially for a sadist like me. I *loved* doing painful things that made her cry and sob her eyes out, she is just *so* submissive and masochistic that she simply got wet even when she was sobbing in agony. I miss being able to whip and beat her and force her face down into the toilet, it was fantastic." Fetter said gleefully.
"Um… I loved to cuddle her in bed and just kiss her over and over again as we tenderly made love. I loved all the talking about feelings and the intimacy, I loved raising children with her and making a life together with her. It was sweet, really sweet. I'm so happy that Owner Wendy and I are getting close again like before.", Octavia said delicately.
"How sweet. It's not what subs like Wendy are for, but it's still really sweet.", Fetter chuckled.
"There is more to a Slaaneshi romantic relationship than just torture, there is all of the romance and tenderness too. At the end of the evening when the post-torture buzz is at its most blissful, there is nothing quite so wonderful as just kissing the person you love to make the pleasure complete. Torture without intimacy is incredibly hollow to me.", Octavia said seriously.
"Are you sure you're worshipping Slaanesh correctly?", Fetter asked with a slightly raised eyebrow.
"There is no single way of worshipping Blessed Slaanesh, it can be really *really* horrible or it can be lovely, so long as you are feeling blissful sensation to the maximum and feeding your addictions, you are worshipping Blessed Slaanesh properly. I can get tickled nearly out of my mind and still kiss the woman I love who is tickling me so much, and there is nothing wrong with that. The tenderness just makes the tickling even sweeter and more blissful, because I'm being tortured by someone I love.", Octavia replied with a blissful smile at the thought.
"Well I envy you that you have this joy in your life then. My own life is simply hell. I have no beloved to kiss me, no tenderness. I'm just a frail old lady who is unhappily enslaved by my ex-wife of all people. It's humiliating, it's degrading and it's painful. The only pleasure I have left is the sadistic pleasure I get from torturing you Octavia. Putting itching powder on you for two weeks and watching you suffer and whimper was the most pleasure I've felt in a long long time.", Fetter said bitterly, tears appearing in her old eyes.
"That was REALLY mean! I was so itchy that I could barely even sleep at all for over two weeks! I was miserable the entire time.", Octavia protested at the mere memory.
"I know you were tormented, I masturbated so much from your itchy torment that I got friction injuries on my clitoris. To this day I still masturbate over the memory of you being tormented like that.", Fetter replied with a slight smile, wiping the tears from her eyes.
"It was kinda kinky, but two weeks of it was just too much. An hour of itching might have been fun, but not two wretched weeks. I really didn't appreciate that." Octavia pouted.
"You are a Slaaneshi torture slave, being tortured for the sadistic pleasure of other people is your entire existence. Wendy daily torments you for hours and hours. You should be able to take it.", Fetter replied.
"Speaking of which, I still want to torture you right now." Fetter added, hobbling away and returning with ropes and other things.
"I get a safe word and limits of no electric shocks and no physical damage or marks.", Octavia warned seriously.
"Safe word?, What blasphemy is that?!", Fetter exclaimed.
"It's not blasphemy to Blessed Slaanesh to keep things consensual, otherwise I might not be having fun and get no pleasure, and getting no pleasure *would* be blasphemy.", Octavia disagreed.
"You don't have a safe word for Owner Wendy."
"Of course not, I am Her slave. But I am not *your* slave, so I get to choose if I want to keep playing with you or not.", Octavia warned.
"Oh very well. What is your safe word?", Fetter asked.
"My safe word is *stop*", Octavia explained carefully.
"Seriously?, That's a wussy safe word!", Fetter complained.
"I'm being nice letting you *torture* me and *have sex* with me at all. Don't be ungrateful." Octavia warned with very gentle sternness.
"Oh very well. Your safe word is stop and your limits are no electricity and no injuries or marks. Now hold still and do not move…"
A few minutes later Octavia was sitting bound with her arms very painfully twisted up behind her back and her legs tied down to the bed so that she couldn't move them at all. Fetter was sitting naked with her extremely wrinkly old oriental body on full display, with the slightly disquieting smell of a 100 plus year old lady. Her tits were nothing but pure sag and wrinkle from her extreme age, and her hair was silvery grey-white. This was not a very sexy situation.
Fetter very gleefully tugged gently on a rope, and the agony of Octavia's twisted arms got three times worse!
Octavia moaned in pain but also in Slaaneshi pleasure, and the sound seemed to excite Fetter.
Fetter tugged the rope even harder, and Octavia screamed in pain!
"You are going to break my arm!", Octavia protested.
Fetter responded by masturbating!
The sight of an *extremely* geriatric woman masturbating naked was not exactly a turn on for Octavia, the sight of wrinkles jiggling and the smell of hundred year old pussy was making Octavia's pussy dry as a desert.
Fetter put even more pressure on Octavia's agonisingly twisted arms, and her shoulder made a loud POP noise!
Agony so extreme filled her that she vomited all over her legs! Cruel Slaanesh that HURT!
Octavia moaned with Slaaneshi pleasure from the agony and still didn't say "stop" despite whatever injury had just occurred.
"Did your arm just dislocate?", Fetter asked worriedly.
Octavia nodded happily, still screaming with blissful pain from unending agony in her shoulder joint.
"Fuck! Why didn't you say the safe word you stupid girl?!"
"I like it", Octavia replied orgasmically through her screams.
Fetter hurriedly untied Octavia and the pain grew less, but still remained.
Fetter grabbed Octavia's dislocated arm and manipulated it, suddenly popping it back into the socket with a sudden sharp decrease in delectable pain!
"Aw, why'd you stop?", Octavia pouted at the sudden absence of pain.
"You Slaanesh women are out of your fucking minds! Your entire arm was dislocated!", Fetter exclaimed.
"It felt really nice.", Octavia replied happily.
"Wendy is going to KILL me for this! You are going to need medical attention for your arm!" Fetter fretted.
"I'm sure she won't kill you", Octavia soothed.
"That's what I'm afraid of, she will instead *torture* me!", Fetter fretted.
"It was an accident.", Octavia soothed kindly.
"You will tell her it was an accident, right?", Fetter pressed hopefully.
"Of course I will", Octavia reassured happily.
"Where is Owner Wendy anyway?", Octavia asked curiously.
"She's out on a date with some Dominatrix woman.", Fetter replied.
"WHAT?!", Octavia squawked in jealous betrayal.
"You are her SLAVE you stupid girl, not her wife! Your jealousy is ridiculous!", Fetter scolded.
"You… You are right of course. My owner has the right to go on dates if she wants… (But I'm still sad)…" Octavia replied sadly.
"(Sigh), You poor thing. You have so much love to give, you would make a lot of Dominant partners extremely happy to have a sweet loving submissive girl like you. Have you ever thought about dating someone else?", Fetter asked with grudging compassion.
"I'm chained up by the neck in a dungeon with only you for company. I'm not in any position to date anyone even if I wanted to… I just want Owner Wendy, I love her so much that it hurts…", Octavia replied.
"I hope her date makes her very happy…", Octavia added sadly.
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