Chapter 9H
Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Wendy Sevenson was nervous but hopeful as she sat in a chair surrounded by greedy looking young Dominatrices at a lesbian singles mingle dating event. The event was being held in a large BDSM dungeon room in a bondage club that was currently set up with tables and chairs to double as a drinking and mingling area, and had a full bar and even a restaurant kitchen in another room of the club. This room had been privately booked for the event and was strictly for lesbian singles with BDSM lifestyles like Wendy.
Wendy was scrubbed up and made up beautifully for the event, and was dressed in extremely high quality pink latex submissive clothes in the form of a skin tight pink latex bondage bikini top that raised and mashed her rather large tits together, (with only latex strings and a pair of fragile bow knots holding the garment on her chest), a matching pink latex bondage bikini bottom with equally fragile bow knots, and a pair of pink high heels. Apart from this she wore nothing but makeup and a tiny pink latex purse hanging on a tiny string over her shoulder.
Wendy's champion's mark of Slaanesh on the right cheek of her face was glowing very softly and seductively, the glow very consciously controlled by Wendy to be alluring but reserved to let women know that Wendy expected to be courted properly.
The other single women at the event were likewise dressed up to impress as well as they could afford in the styles of their preferred roles, their were dommes, subs, littles, human pets and all manner of other things displayed in the various outfits. These women were all very low ranking people on the ship, either from the working classes or the slave classes, just heretics and cultists and slave workers enjoying part of their meagre break periods to seek out romantic or sexual partners. Wendy was very out of place here, being both upper class and very very rich, but she didn't feel unwelcome. If anything these women were very *very* welcoming to meet a Cartel billionaire at a singles mingle, very welcoming indeed…
Wendy was currently sitting at a table full of delicious looking single Dominatrices, thrilling all over at the romantic attention she was receiving.
Wendy ran a hand flirtatiously through her long straight brown hair and smiled as she was praised and hit on by a terrifyingly sadistic woman wearing a crude skintight outfit of torn black canvas covered with vicious, blood stained metal tacks that poked out of the fabric like cruel spikes.
Another woman wearing a scary outfit of old torn faded black denim covered with rattling chains put a strong calloused hand firmly on Wendy's bare shoulder, and Wendy thrilled wonderfully from the feel of this touch coupled with the knowledge that her skin was so bare and unprotected by clothing.
Wendy lowered her face submissively and continued to play with her hair in a subtle signal of receptivity, smiling and pretending to be shy as she basked in this wonderful attention.
The other Dominatrices were not to be outdone, and many at the table found some excuse to stand and gather around Wendy, subtly touching her body and hair in safe places like her shoulders and back. Wendy grinned wonderfully under this touch and attention, her body language going crazy giving off warm signals of receptivity.
Wendy basked blissfully under this attention, these women saw a goldmine and were desperate to be the one to get it, they were jostling each other to give Wendy the most attention. Wendy had very wisely not given her real name when she booked her own reservation at this singles event, and had snuck in to see what the local scene really looked like without all of the usual gold diggers who would have otherwise stalked her. But it was obvious that even with this precaution the single Dominatrices on offer wouldn't turn down the chance to become romantically involved with a billionaire…
Wendy was slightly unhappy at this realisation and became a slight touch less receptive in her body language.
"What's wrong?", One of the deliciously rugged working class lesbian Dominatrices asked in an intoxicatingly tough working class accent.
"I'm looking for something serious and genuine, I… I hope that women are interested in me for myself, not for my money…", Wendy said carefully, suddenly feeling a very slight flush of suspicious paranoia.
The women were all very quick to deny this motivation, suavely promising that Wendy was sexy and gorgeous and that they simply wanted to do the most sexual things to her as their motivation.
Wendy smiled at these reassuring words, and became more receptive again, enjoying all of the attention.
"This isn't fucking FAIR!, I have so SO little time off from my slave labour to date! I scrimped and saved my rest period with voluntary overtime for WEEKS so that I could come to this singles event, and a fucking CARTEL sub bitch shows up to steal all the dommes for herself!", a distraught female voice in the accent of the local daemon world of Stōørølø suddenly loudly exclaimed.
Wendy looked over to see virtually every other sub at the entire singles event glaring at her with jealous misery!
Wendy felt so bad as she looked at a sobbing slave woman in rags who had yelled the words. The woman had hair that couldn't seem to decide if it was blonde or brown, either very light brown or very dark blonde, and her skin was covered in waves of different skin tones sort of like tiger stripes or camo stripes from obvious mild mutations from living on a daemon world. She was small and pretty, but had a pleasant bit of chest, quite slender with youth but still clearly a young adult. The poor little thing was wearing torn grey rags full of holes so big that they barely even covered her modesty, revealing a body that was mutation splotched but still human enough to be attractive.
The poor thing was crying her eyes out!
"Oh you poor thing, I'm so sorry. Who is your owner do you know?, I could talk to them and get you more time off.", Wendy soothed feeling awful, walking over to the poor thing compassionately.
"I've never even met her, but her name is Wendy Sevenson. Do you know her?", the slave woman sniffed.
"Ah, well this is awkward…", Wendy replied awkwardly.
"What?", the slave woman asked in a trembling voice.
"I am Wendy Sevenson, I am your owner.", Wendy replied awkwardly.
The slave woman just gawked at Wendy, frozen in place and not making a sound.
Wendy very discreetly moved the woman's rags to reveal her front right shoulder, and saw a recent brand showing Wendy's personal rune symbol of ownership.
Wendy nodded and then put a dominant possessive arm around the shoulder of her human property, making the slave woman tremble with sudden fear. Wendy had recently purchased countless numbers of local slaves from TigerLily, and used them as labor hire for rent to the various people who needed cheap labor but couldn't afford the expense of buying a slave. Other people, underlings hired by Wendy, did all of the actual work of housing and managing these slaves for her, they were just one of many investments that Wendy had made without even really thinking about it, Wendy hadn't even met or looked at these slaves.
"Are you seeking a Dominatrix my slave?", Wendy asked with a grin.
"I, yes, I am a sub, I want to meet someone tonight.", The slave replied nervously.
Wendy gently tickled at the woman's ear and neck dominantly with the hand around her shoulders, making her flinch and fidget. Wendy kept hold of the woman and kept tickling at her neck and ear, and she started to giggle as she flinched away terribly to protect these places.
"What are you doing?", the woman squealed.
"I'm tickling you. I own your body after all and I can do anything I please to it.", Wendy said with a dominant grin.
The woman squealed and giggled fearfully and tried to protect herself very slightly with terrified submissive body language.
"Where are you trying to go?, You think you can escape as I dominate you?", Wendy asked with a playful sadistic grin.
"You mean that *you* will be my domme?", the slave woman asked with a mixture of fear and hope.
"Well I will certainly play with you tonight.", Wendy drawled dominantly, tickling at an underarm now through a gap in the fabric of her torn rags.
"I'm looking for a domme girlfriend.", the slave woman giggled hopefully.
"Me too.", Wendy replied fondly, still tickling the highly jumpy woman.
"My name is Fhimra Pyrestrength, my tribe sold me for a lasgun.", the slave girl introduced through her squealing giggles.
"Nice to meet you Fhimra.", Wendy replied with a dominant smile, reaching through holes in the rags to stroke at tummy and side skin.
Fhimra was giggling very submissively, squirming but offering no real resistance, looking subtly receptive now, obviously viewing Wendy as a dominant figure.
Wendy kissed the giggling woman dominantly without even thinking about it, and Fhimra returned the kiss instantly, obviously getting excited.
The Dominatrices were all looking nonplussed and confused as Wendy continued to focus on the submissive slave woman.
Wendy happily took Fhimra to a standing bondage X frame, and strapped the giggling submissive spread eagle and proceeded to tickle her defenceless body mercilessly.
Fhimra was laughing and squealing desperately, obviously very ticklish, and Wendy had a lovely time tickling her until she was begging for mercy.
"Safe word, safe word please my owner!", Fhimra pleaded through her laughter.
"Aw, but that's not how slavery works. You don't get to make me stop.", Wendy teased mischievously, poking her body all over.
"Ahem, this singles event has a strict policy about consent.", The single sub who had organised the event quietly warned Wendy.
Wendy pouted at this boring rule but obediently stopped, unstrapping Fhimra from the X frame.
"That was really fun, but I couldn't take any more. I'm buzzing all over.", Fhimra chatted happily, the adrenaline rush making her especially talkative.
"It's not over yet, I'm going to take you home for round two.", Wendy replied with sadistic fondness.
"I, I have work in the morning.", Fhimra replied nervously.
"No you don't.", Wendy replied fondly and took a cellular vox from her purse and immediately texted her underlings explaining that she had decided on a whim to change Fhimra's duty assignment. The underlings quickly replied and confirmed the change, and Wendy informed Fhimra of the change.
"Oh dear…", Fhimra said nervously.
"You should be happy that you had such a successful mingle.", Wendy replied playfully.
"I'm happy to have found someone so wonderful, but I'm also very nervous. You are just so forceful and merciless.", Fhimra replied with happy nervousness.
"Slaanesh worshippers should push past their fear.", Wendy chuckled.
"Slaanesh worshippers?, I'm confused.", Fhimra replied puzzled.
"You are a primitive tribal who has only just arrived in the fleet but you already know BDSM and lesbian stuff fluently. You obviously worship Slaanesh, you come from some bondage sex tribe don't you.", Wendy chuckled knowingly.
"I actually worship Tzeentch…", Fhimra corrected awkwardly.
"What…" Wendy said in a quiet deadpan voice.
"I and my entire tribe worships Tzeentch. The daemon princess TigerLily has spent hundreds of years teaching and guiding the Tzeentch tribes, she taught us her language and her ways and culture.", Fhimra explained.
"Hundreds of years?, But TigerLily isn't anywhere near that old.", Wendy said in confusion.
"Time flows strangely here on Stōørølø, a year elsewhere is a hundred years here, a hundred years here is just a year outside. The warp here alters time, TigerLily has been on Stōørølø for *centuries* of local time.", Fhimra explained delicately.
"I don't want one of TigerLily's sleeper agents to share my bed.", Wendy warned, feeling really disappointed.
"I'm not anything of the sort!", Fhimra protested, sounding upset.
"That's exactly what a sleeper agent would say.", Wendy retorted.
"You are being paranoid. If my faith is going to be a problem then let's part ways right now, because I'm not going to change my religion and I don't need this shit.", Fhimra protested angrily.
"You are really just a Tzeentch girl who happens to act like a Slaanesh worshipper and this isn't just some trick?", Wendy asked in paranoia, deeply distrusting anything to do with Tzeentch or especially with TigerLily.
"I *don't* act like a Slaanesh worshipper, I'm not into any of that really hard scary shit! There's no 'rule' saying that a Tzeentch worshipping woman can't be gay and can't be a sub that is into mild BDSM!, I am *honestly* not into really hardcore stuff!", Fhimra protested.
Wendy paused at this, it was not… Unreasonable, to assume that the occasional Tzeentch woman might be a really unadventurous sub and a lesbian. Tzeentch women in general were pretty gentle in the sack but could also be slightly submissive, being into super mild bondage was definitely something that Wendy could imagine a Tzeentch worshipping woman doing without it being *necessarily* suspicious…
"Are you a psyker?", Wendy asked quietly.
"I wish!, I wouldn't be a labor slave if I had psychic powers. For every one Tzeentch worshipper who gets psyker powers, like ten or more get nothing but mutated. My skin is striped all over and my teeth are going nuts, but not a single power to show for it.", Fhimra chuckled with slight annoyance, pulling down her bottom lip to reveal a disturbing looking second row of tiny teeth poking through the front of her bottom gums.
"Well that's a good point, they would have screened you for psychic ability when I bought you, I get all my slaves tested.", Wendy said with a slight sigh of relief.
"I live in hope of developing powers, we all do, but it's not the end of my life if I don't. I can still have a happy life without powers.", Fhimra said with happy hope.
"You seem pretty happy about being a slave for life,". Wendy noted.
"It's honestly a step up from living on Stōørølø, you can't even enjoy a full night of sleep without an earthquake or something threatening to kill half the tribe. The whole tribe was on the move freaking *constantly* just to avoid all the changes in the land. At best we could sleep in a wagon through the earthquakes as others guided the draft animals to pull you to safety. Add to that other tribes and armies trying to kill us all the time, it wasn't fun. This nice safe space ship is honestly heaven in comparison. The slave labor isn't fun, but at least I can enjoy a full nights sleep and get a little bit of free time like now.", Fhimra said with a sigh and a slight smile.
"I'm embarrassed to say that I have no idea what I even get you to do in your slave labor, I have underlings who manage all of that.", Wendy replied with a chuckle.
"You really are terrible.", Fhimra laughed.
"I've never had any sort of relationship with a Tzeentch worshipper, I wonder what it will be like.", Wendy mused happily, putting a fond dominant arm around Fhimra's neck.
"You could find out.", Fhimra said cutely and briefly kissed Wendy on the lips.
"I will definitely take you home tonight to play, but I actually came here to find a domme. I already have a long term sub at home but I don't have any domme at the moment.", Wendy informed Fhimra gently.
"Aw!", Fhimra lamented, giving Wendy a tragic look of disappointment.
"I will help you find someone else.", Wendy soothed.
"I am grateful for that, but I really like you.", Fhimra said sadly.
"I'm not actually a domme, not really.", Wendy informed her gently.
"You are doing a pretty good job at it if you're not. You might be dressed like a sub but you act like the perfect domme I hoped to meet tonight. I really *really* like you Wendy, I would really like to get to know you a bit better.", Fhimra replied romantically.
"You sound just like my tickle slave saying things like that.", Wendy chuckled.
"Your sub is called your 'tickle slave'?, Oh my, I'm still keen but feeling a bit nervous.", Fhimra chuckled nervously, brushing her hair from her striped face in a self soothing motion.
"You don't like being tickled?", Wendy teased dominantly.
"I do, but I'm *really* ticklish. I like being spanked, maybe some pegs on my nipples if it's not too hard?", Fhimra suggested hopefully.
"Sounds like someone's trying to top from the bottom.", Wendy chuckled, holding Fhimra gently around the shoulder with carefree dominance as Fhimra showed body language of submissive delight, her face slightly lowered in submission but her face smiling with pleasure.
"Blessed Slaanesh, *am* I a domme?, I came here to be dominated and I picked up a sub.", Wendy mused with slight worry.
"I think you are absolutely perfect, charming fun dominance. I'm honestly giving it away tonight, you have completely seduced me.", Fhimra replied seductively.
"You will want to run away screaming when I tickle you in my dungeon at home tonight.", Wendy warned huskily.
Fhimra spontaneously kissed Wendy romantically, this woman was completely seduced and an easy lay tonight even if Wendy hadn't legally owned her.
"I'm wet.", Fhimra softly whispered in Wendy's ear.
Wendy felt more than a little damp herself at these words. The slightly mutated Tzeentch worshipper was quite attractive and just delightful in charming intelligent temperament. This woman showed all the signs of being a quality sub that a dominant could settle down with for life.
"I still want to try to pick up a domme tonight.", Wendy said unconvincingly just to motivate herself to remember what she was trying to do.
"The other subs will fucking hate you if you do. Look at how happy they are now that the dommes have given up on you and are giving them attention.", Fhimra whispered, pointing to the rest of the singles mingle where the subs were all smiling now as the yummy dominatrices dominantly flirted with them and gave them attention. They did indeed look so blissfully happy now.
"I don't want to be a bitch and ruin their chances I guess.", Wendy sighed in agreement.
"Indeed. And I don't want to lose the absolutely perfect dominatrix I met this evening.", Fhimra replied charmingly.
"You are so *normal* for a tribal.", Wendy marvelled in admiration of Fhimra's charming conversation.
"We might have tribal tech, but we have completely the same culture as you after centuries of TigerLily being with us. TigerLily has been grooming us for centuries to perfectly integrate with this fleet.", Fhimra explained.
"That's what I am afraid of, what is she planning to do with all this?", Wendy fretted.
"I don't think that even TigerLily herself knows what she plans to do, she's mad. I'm just thankful that she gave us cultural sophistication and let us leave the planet to live in these wonderful ships. I'm grateful that I have had a wonderful evening getting to know an *intoxicating* dominatrix, and my greatest hope right now is that I get to enjoy more of your company.", Fhimra replied charmingly.
"Once I get stuck in tickling you hard you are going to want to leave. You really have no idea what I am like to subs", Wendy warned with a charming dominant smile.
"Wild horses couldn't drag me away right now.", Fhimra replied and kissed Wendy's lips again.
***…
Wendy Sevenson grinned with sadistic delight as she squeezed Octavia's tummy with one hand and Fhimra's tummy with the other, both submissive women tied down naked and spread eagle to the bed next to each other, with the equally naked Wendy sitting on her shins between them tickling both of them after bringing Fhimra home from the singles mingle.
Octavia was as perfectly fuckable and gorgeous as ever, just huge tits and impossible sex appeal. But Fhimra was just a normal girl apart from her mutations, her tits were definitely of a size that could be played with in many ways, but not abnormally large. Fhimra's naked body was covered from head to toe with irregular striping variations in skin colour like the camo paint pattern on a Cadian military uniform, so that even determining her exact ethnicity was difficult, but apart from her weird second row of teeth and slightly far too many toes on both feet, the mutant girl had all the normal bits you would find on any normal woman anywhere.
While Octavia was literally perfectly ticklish all over as always, Fhimra was also quite surprisingly ticklish and was laughing hard and squealing as Wendy squeezed her belly. Wendy had a huge grin on her face as she made the submissive Tzeentch girl squeal.
"Oh my Tzeentch!, I can't, I can't stop laughing!", Fhimra squealed with adorable laughter, squirming frantically in her bonds.
"That's how tickling works.", Wendy agreed with playful dominance.
"Oh Slaanesh I love it so much on my belly!, Squeeze me right there, just like that, it feels so good!", Octavia laughed orgasmically.
"What are you doing?! Don't beg her for even more! My tummy is being tickled to death here!", Fhimra squealed at Octavia adorably through her laughter.
"I'm not going to stop until *at least* both of you wet the bed.", Wendy taunted sadistically, grinning ear to ear at the sheer fun of this game.
"But I don't even need to go!", Fhimra squealed adorably.
"Then I guess you might be getting tickled for quite a while then.", Wendy replied with charming playful mischief.
"Does being wet count?, I'm absolutely wet as fuck right now!", Fhimra squealed hopefully with laughter, her words absolutely adorable and charming.
Wendy laughed at this wonderful wit, and playfully informed Fhimra that vaginal wetness didn't count as wetting the bed.
Wendy was having the time of her life, she was not only getting shockingly intense sadistic fetish pleasure from the tickle sadism, but Fhimra was just genuinely funny and adorable with her charming Tzeentch worshipper intelligence.
Wendy briefly stopped squeezing Fhimra's belly to drop a hand down to her clean shaven stripe patterned vagina curiously. Wendy's fingers were met with a slimy wet mess of aroused womanhood.
"I'm yours.", Fhimra moaned lustfully with an intensely horny grimace on her face.
Wendy simply resumed squeezing her belly, grinning with cruel delight at her frustrated ticklish squealing.
Octavia herself was completely lost in her own orgasmic pleasure haze from the tickling, her laughing face orgasmic and her eyes distant and unfocused, the tickling like a drug high to her Slaaneshi brain.
Fhimra was much more fun to tickle because she reacted to it like any normal woman would, just a bundle of squealing and squirming about and adorable dialogue about being tickled. Wendy kept squeezing Octavia's tummy without thinking about it, but focused her full attention on this much more engaging squirming plaything.
"I'm willing my bladder to get some pee in it already!, I can't wet the damn bed yet!", Fhimra squealed adorably, making Wendy laugh.
"I thought you *wanted* to be my sub?", Wendy teased.
"I do, I'm having fun even if I'm fucking dying here!", Fhimra squealed back adorably, making Wendy laugh yet again.
"That's good, because we are not even close to one percent finished yet.", Wendy teased.
"You are so wonderfully cruel.", Fhimra squealed with a tormented sort of appreciation.
Wendy just kept tickling the two women, having the time of her life.
"Hey Octavia, do you want to have a turn tickling this Tzeentch girl?", Wendy asked playfully.
"I'm enjoying a lovely tickle right now, but I could also play. I'm happy either way.", Octavia squealed jadedly through her laughter.
Wendy happily untied Octavia. Fhimra looked up at the two naked women very nervously from her strict bondage.
Octavia leaned down and immediately blew a huge loud wet raspberry on Fhimra's stomach with her mouth, making Fhimra gasp and howl with laughter, squirming desperately to escape.
Wendy herself began tickling the sides of Fhimra's neck with her fingers, making her flinch away and squirm her head about uselessly, cackling with frantic laughter. Wendy smiled with sadistic mischief as she tickled and taunted the woman, having the time of her life.
Wendy gradually moved down Fhimra's body to her pussy, and tried to fist her without even thinking about it.
"OUCH!"
Wendy noticed in surprise that her fist couldn't fit, the pussy far too tight.
"Ouch don't fist me! That hurts!"
Wendy tried to slip her hand inside flat, but even this way she could only fit three fingers inside the slimy tight wet striped pussy.
Fhimra moaned sexually through her laughter from Octavia's raspberries at this penetration, and Wendy rhythmically penetrated Fhimra indulgently.
Fhimra laughed and moaned for a time as she was relentlessly tickled and fingered by the pair of Slaanesh worshippers, and the vagina grew steadily wetter and the clitoris grew more engorged.
"It's so hard to cum when you keep tickling me!", Fhimra squealed, apparently unable to orgasm.
Wendy indulgently shooed Octavia off Fhimra and Wendy didn't tickle her at all as she just fingered the submissive woman. Fhimra moaned deeply in sexual pleasure and her moaning grew more and more orgasmic as she was fingered.
Fhimra threw back her head and let out a long deep loud moan that went on and on for about ten seconds.
"Oh Tzeentch that was the most perfect orgasm in my entire life!", Fhimra groaned.
Wendy just kept fingering her.
"Oh my, multiples?, Yes I will give you multiples my wonderful Dominatrix.", Fhimra gasped, and resumed moaning.
Fhimra was soon moaning in orgasm again but Wendy still didn't stop fingering her.
"Forced orgasm torture?!", Fhimra groaned in dismay.
"That's right.", Wendy chuckled cruelly.
"I'm cummed out already after two but I will try to give you more.", Fhimra groaned in submissive dismay.
"There is no 'try', you *will* give me more, a *lot* more.", Wendy dominantly commanded.
"Yes Dominatrix.", Fhimra groaned submissively.
Wendy smiled sadistically as she forced a few more quite painful orgasms out of the submissive Tzeentch girl. Fhimra was breathing heavily now and her face was grimaced with painful effort.
"Resume tickling her Octavia.", Wendy suddenly commanded.
Fhimra screamed with laughter as Octavia enthusiastically obeyed.
"I can't cum if you do that!", Fhimra pleaded.
"Yes you can, just twenty more orgasms.", Wendy sadistically encouraged.
"TWENTY?!"
"Well that's just the first twenty.", Wendy said with cruel mischief.
"Could I please have a safe word?", Fhimra asked hopefully.
"Quitting already?", Wendy playfully taunted.
"I won't necessarily *say* the safe word, I would just feel more comfortable if I had one.", Fhimra requested hopefully.
"Oh very well, your safe word phrase is… 'Tzeentch is a stupid god and I have decided to worship Slaanesh instead'.", Wendy said with gleeful sadistic mischief.
Fhimra gasped at this safe word phrase.
"I can't say THAT!", Fhimra squealed in dismay.
"Ah well, I guess you will just have to keep giving me orgasms then.", Wendy laughed cruelly, buzzing with dominant sadistic pleasure.
An unconscionable length of time and orgasms later, Fhimra was untied and gingerly holding a cool ice pack against her throbbing enflamed pussy. She looked both mortified and deeply satisfied, and couldn't seem to decide which one she was.
"I, that was, horrifyingly sadistic, but… I've never cum so hard in my entire life. My poor pussy is in SO much pain, but It's a *good* pain…", Fhimra panted.
"I did *try* to warn you that you might not like it.", Wendy chuckled.
"I did… I did like it.", Fhimra admitted quietly, and kissed Wendy on the lips.
***…