Chapter 14H
Octavia and Fhimra both squealed with laughter, squished together naked inside a tiny little dominatrix cage so that they could barely move at all, with fifteen centimetre wide gaps between the strong bars to easily allow tickling hands to slip between them to get at the pair of tickle slaves.
Outside the cage was an entire squadron of dominatrix suitors of Owner Wendy, all of them brought home by Owner Wendy from a singles dating event!
Owner Wendy herself was strapped naked with her back to a bondage X frame a few metres away in the same room, and she was also laughing hysterically as an enthusiastic scrum of Dominatrices gave her a taste of her own medicine.
In one corner of the room stood a pair of highly submissive massive Night Lords in power armour holding bolters, acting as bodyguards to protect Wendy from any funny business these women might try while she was bound in her own home. The Dominatrices repeatedly glanced at the armoured super soldiers nervously, and they wisely did not risk doing anything illegal or irritating.
Owner Wendy was so rich and powerful that multitudes of extremely poor chaos worshipping Dominatrices were very *very* eager to become her wife, and would go to almost any lengths to win her hand in marriage. Owner Wendy merely had to make it known that she wanted a relationship, and swarms of women would come running, jumping through any hoops Owner Wendy set for them. It had been beyond easy for Owner Wendy to gather a mass of suitors and dictate terms that she expected them to fulfil.
Among the terms that Owner Wendy had demanded was that her suitors be willing and able to properly tickle her pair of tickle slaves on a daily basis, and she had demanded to see this performed in her presence. Furthermore Owner Wendy had informed the many suitors that the pair of tickle slaves would get a say in which one of them would be chosen, warning them that they needed to impress not just Owner Wendy but also her two tickle slaves.
The results had been extremely ticklish for the pair of slaves locked in their tiny cage.
Octavia laughed hysterically as about a million hands stroked and poked and squeezed her skin between the bars, her body bent in an extremely awkward position tangled between Fhimra and the bars in this tiny cage. She could move, but not much in this awkward claustrophobic space, and certainly couldn't move herself away from the reach of the hands, nor move fast enough in her awkwardness to dodge away from the hands.
Fhimra was likewise laughing hysterically, her eyes streaming tickled tears of laughter, completely overwhelmed.
Octavia squirmed and squealed as her tummy and underarms and ribs and sides and other terrible places were caressed by merciless fingers. Through the bars she could see the cruel faces of scarily dressed Dominatrices baring their teeth in sadistic sneering grins, their voices dominantly taunting her as they tickled her pitilessly hard.
Octavia was badly tormented, but she loved it far more than she hated it and she felt intense pleasure from this treasured sensation like she always did, enjoying every torturous caress as she squealed with laughter.
Fhimra was having a far worse time of it, thrashing in the tight confines uselessly to escape, constantly jostling Octavia with extreme energy. Octavia eagerly joined in, using one of her hands to tickle Fhimra's body from an angle the Dominatrices couldn't reach.
The laughing Fhimra gave Octavia a betrayed look, and the equally laughing Octavia awkwardly kissed her fellow tickle slave girlfriend on the lips. Fhimra distractedly returned the kiss submissively, and the pair erotically made out as they both screamed with laughter.
Octavia was tickled literally all over, and could barely kiss with her mouth laughing so much, and Fhimra likewise couldn't stop laughing at all to kiss properly. The pair simply pushed their laughing mouths together in a rapidly changing open mouthed kiss, touching their tongues as much as they could under this wonderful distraction.
Octavia was as wet as possible in this situation, completely turned on and horny, but she struggled to move her arms around in her awkward position to even reach her own pussy to masturbate. Octavia bent and twisted, and was just able to reach Fhimra's pussy with one hand but still not her own. Fhimra's folds were completely moist, she was hugely turned on by her situation. Octavia played her fingers over a slimy mess, causing Fhimra to groan through her endless laughter.
Octavia laughed her head off as her body was probed and caressed all over, just about jumping out of her skin from every touch like an electric jolt, but she still managed to put two fingers inside Fhimra and softly fingered the submissive woman.
Fhimra's multi-ethnic stripy skinned body was barely visible through all the hands stroking it, but she was pressing into the fingers and moaning as she laughed.
Octavia was bent around awkwardly with her other arm trapped above her head in the tight space, and at least ten hands were tickling the exposed armpit, tickling Octavia terribly and distracting her efforts to pleasure Fhimra.
Fhimra got dismayed as the overly tickled Octavia got too distracted to keep fingering her, and the Dominatrices laughed and taunted sadistically, seeing the whole thing.
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Wendy herself was laughing hysterically in her own X frame, her defenceless naked body so wonderfully exposed in this position, tickled all over by her small army of dates.
Wendy thrashed around wildly as so many hands dug into her armpits all at the same time, as others tormented her abdomen and ribs and sides and her surprisingly ticklish neck.
Wendy had expected the usual floggings and beatings from these Dommes, but she should have known better. If a sub keeps a pair of tickle slaves, Dommes couldn't seem to resist giving that sub an ironic taste of her own medicine. Dommes loved to tease and taunt and bully, and they got enormous fun from giving ironic punishments like this.
Wendy was tickled half to death, but she was greatly enjoying it. She felt wonderfully dominated right now and she was completely wet over the Dommes. The tickling tickled like crazy, but Wendy was so masochistic that she felt extreme pleasure from this sensation. The mark of Slaanesh on the right cheek of her face was glowing brightly with pleasure, revealing to all that she was in high pleasure.
The dungeon was deafening with the laughter of Wendy and Octavia and Fhimra, all of them in equal predicaments for once. This was how it should be, with Wendy submitting alongside her girls as all three were dominated together by a Dominatrix. Wendy was deeply pleased by this thought.
Wendy couldn't move at all in her bondage and couldn't make the tickling stop. She couldn't protect her jiggling naked body, her large swollen breasts, her slender hourglass middle, her sexy hips and delicious legs. All of her was helpless and exposed, and all of her was caressed by dominant fingers as she laughed herself silly.
Wendy was in heaven as she basked in this hard tickling, dominantly taunted relentlessly as she laughed hard. Each Dominatrix was competing with the others to tickle Wendy the hardest to stand out from the pack, and with all of them fighting over the most ticklish body parts to attack. The result was that Wendy was tickled harder than she had been in at least years from all of this competition, getting tickled even worse than Fhimra and Octavia right now.
The Dominatrices were a very diverse bunch, and Wendy had to somehow sort through them all to choose a single favourite, completely impossible to decide in a single date. For now Wendy just enjoyed the ride, getting to know the feel of the hands of each woman on her ticklish skin. Wendy also subtly watched their movements, seeing if they were giving the tickle slaves attention. The ones who focused solely on Wendy and ignored the slaves would be culled very quickly and would be unlikely to have a second date with Wendy, these were the ones who would neglect the slaves and were therefore unsuitable.
Wendy observed which dommes periodically left Wendy to play with Octavia and Fhimra, and observed how the tickle slaves responded to these women. Wendy's future wife needed to develop a close bond with the tickle slaves, and had to tickle them properly hard and give them attention every day. Ultimately it was Octavia and to a lesser extent Fhimra that would decide who the final Dominatrix would be, and the wiser Dommes were giving the pair a lot of attention.
While some focused exclusively on Wendy and some moved periodically between Wendy and the tickle slaves, some of the smartest dommes were spurning Wendy entirely and focusing exclusively on the tickle slaves. This tactic was extremely shrewd, as it made Wendy feel jealous for their attention and left her wondering what their attention felt like. It also built the maximum bond with the two tickle slaves, which was vital for their success later.
Octavia was responding very warmly to those dommes who just wouldn't leave her ticklish body alone, and even Fhimra had a few persistent dommes that she just couldn't shake off, not giving her body a moment of peace. Wendy paid especial attention to those who had staked an unmoving claim on Fhimra. Fhimra was, (while beautiful), the least attractive of the three women, and naturally attracted the least attention. The greedy and selfish would overlook Fhimra to focus on Octavia, while those who focused on the humble Tzeentch girl came across as more genuine and sincere in their sadism.
Chief among those who were focusing exclusively on Fhimra was an exquisite oriental Dominatrix named Mistress Lash, a close family friend of Wendy and Octavia who happened to be single, who was also the cousin of Wendy's late wife Mistress Talon. Wendy had offered Lash a chance just like everyone else, but saw her more as a friend than a potential wife.
Lash seemed completely uninterested in whether she was chosen by Wendy or not, and looked like she was just having fun for the simple pleasure of it. Lash had immediately shown interest in the new girl Fhimra, being unfamiliar with her, and had had a lovely time tickling the submissive Tzeentch girl very sadistically with a playful smile.
Fhimra was out of her depth as she always was, unable to endure but so submissive that she enjoyed her daily destruction like this. No matter how sadistically that poor woman was treated, she just kept crawling back for more. Fhimra was the quintessential "peril girl", who loved to be pushed well beyond her limits into peril she couldn't handle, getting off on the adrenaline rush of being in these terrible situations. She would always break down hopelessly out of her depth, but then she would masturbate afterwards and come back for yet more peril and predicament.
Subs like Fhimra were lousy Cartel wife material, but they were admittedly really fun as slaves. Wendy had a love-hate relationship with Fhimra, distrusting her having any sort of freedom or power, but as a powerless tickle slave Fhimra was absolutely adorable.
Fhimra was responding with her characteristic distress at being relentlessly tickled mercilessly by Lash, looking at her with submissive dismay on her tear streaming laughing face. Lash was grinning with playful sadistic delight at Fhimra, playfully teasing her dominantly with natural chemistry, obviously having great fun.
Wendy got a bit jealous of Fhimra as Lash continued to torment her with such carefree playful sadism, and Wendy wondered what it felt like, getting more and more jealous of Fhimra.
"Aren't you going to tickle me at all Mistress Lash?", Wendy yelled jealously through her heavy laughter, unable to stand her jealousy any longer.
"What a greedy little naughty girl you are Wendy, trying to top from the bottom to get all the attention for yourself!", Mistress Lash rebuked with pussy dampening dominance.
"I'm sorry Mistress Lash.", Wendy replied submissively, basking in this domination.
"I am going to continue my lovely game with Fhimra for as long as I like, and you are going to take it like a good submissive!", Mistress Lash dominantly demanded.
"Yes Mistress Lash.", Wendy agreed enthusiastically, loving this dominance.
Lash continued tickling Fhimra in the cage, and the other dommes got alarmed by Wendy's smitten submissive look and redoubled their efforts to tickle and dominate Wendy. Wendy laughed hard and submitted to the dommes, but Lash had made a powerful impression in Wendy's mind.
The rest of the date was wonderful, the three women squealing with endless laughter, all of them wonderfully dominated. Wendy was given more forced orgasms than she could count, she was tickled for hours, her tits were wonderfully tortured with hundreds of pegs pinching the soft spongy skin all over.
At the end Wendy was untied, and she romantically kissed every woman who had tickled her goodbye, feeling absolutely smitten and tingling all over from being tickled for hours. The dommes were in no hurry to leave, many dominantly demanding to stay the night, and Wendy was happy enough to let them stay.
Mistress Lash was currently giving Fhimra an orgasm through the bars with a vibrator, and Fhimra was moaning hard with her eyes closed and her mouth open in orgasmic bliss, looking like she was in heaven. Octavia was likewise enjoying an orgasm from another Domme, the two tickle slaves no longer being tickled and being rewarded at the end with orgasms for being such good girls.
Fhimra squirted in orgasm with a loud gasping moan, and Mistress Lash took the vibrator away and stroked her sweaty hair affectionately through the bars.
"You were an absolutely perfect girl Fhimra, beautifully submissive.", Mistress Lash dominantly praised her encouragingly.
"Thank you Dominatrix.", Fhimra replied respectfully in complete relaxation, looking blissfully content.
"I look forward to doing this again, there are a few places I didn't get to tickle on your skin that I want to explore.", Mistress Lash said fondly.
"I am nervous but I look forward to that Ma'am.", Fhimra said timidly from her tight cage.
Wendy respectfully used a key to unlock the cage the tickle slaves were stuffed inside, planning to get them out.
"They are not getting out yet, but you are getting in you naughty girl!", Mistress Lash suddenly rebuked Wendy severely!
"I, yes Mistress Lash!", Wendy said in dismay, feeling too submissive to argue or disobey.
Wendy awkwardly tried to squeeze herself in with the two already squished tickle slaves, and with much grunting she managed to just squeeze in above them with her front pressed hard into the widely spaced roof bars of the tiny cage, her giant tits squeezing out between the bars with a bar between her tits!
Wendy couldn't move at all, and she felt Mistress Lash close and lock the cage with the three women trapped inside like this. The two tickle slaves were so squished that they couldn't even move at all, bodies pressed hard against the bars.
The other dommes laughed at this new development, and Wendy gulped with ticklish anticipation.
"Since you wanted my attention so badly before, now you will have it. All night long in fact.", Mistress Lash purred sadistically!
Wendy flinched and laughed as Lash stroked her skin through the bars with terrible skilfulness, immediately finding a secret spot on Wendy that was hellishly sensitive and stroking it without pity or mercy!
Wendy screamed with laughter, unable to move at all, looking up at the cruel beautiful oriental face of Mistress Lash as she gleefully tortured Wendy with absolute sadism.
Other dommes joined in, adding to the torment, and Octavia and Fhimra also laughed hysterically as they were not spared by the crowd of sadistic Dominatrices.
"Looks like you will be very tired at work tomorrow Wendy, pity you won't be getting any sleep.", Mistress Lash taunted playfully!
"Please not all night ma'am!, I will die!", Fhimra pleaded desperately.
"You love it you little peril addict, look at your wet little pussy fountaining between the bars.", Mistress Lash dominantly taunted.
Fhimra moaned at these words, horny as ever from being sadistically dominated, and Mistress Lash laughed at her response.
"Three ticklish little subby girls locked in a cage unable to move, so helpless and ticklish. You are all going to laugh so much.", Mistress Lash playfully taunted, tickling Wendy with one hand while using the other to alternate between Fhimra and Octavia.
Wendy could only laugh in the claustrophobic squeeze, unable to move at all. Wendy was completely wet from her predicament, hypnotised by the exquisite dominance of Mistress Lash, feeling smitten.
Mistress Lash was stern and severe and playful and mischievous and merciless and sadistic and just a hideously skilful tickler, as well as a hundred other wonderful attributes. Her slender oriental body was clad in a geisha kimono and her face was covered with exotic heavy makeup, her hair done up elaborately, all of it making her look mysterious and elegant and highly dominant.
Wendy felt so small and dominated by this woman, intoxicated by her intense feelings of submission and thrilled by the intense merciless tickling to the terrible secret spot.
Mistress Lash taunted Wendy with dominant dialogue, humiliating her and forcing her to respond in humbling ways to insulting taunting questions.
Wendy was in love, this was just so perfect.
Wendy then continued to suffer for the entire night until morning, alongside Fhimra and Octavia.
***…
Fhimra Pyrestrength felt completely overwhelmed as she surveyed her dungeon home. She had wanted Dominatrices to dominate her, but this was getting ridiculous.
The entire home was full of Dominatrices at all hours, as Wendy tried to work through them all and dump cull those who were unworthy of her affections. They individually came and went, most of them having jobs to go to at certain hours, but there always seemed to be a lot of them even at the quietest hours. To add to this, Wendy kept finding new eager suitors to add to the dating pool, so that the number got bigger faster than it could be culled.
For Fhimra the tickle slave this meant that she was tickled, if possible, even *more* than in the past. She just couldn't get a moment of peace when she was being left alone!
Fhimra was currently running away in dismay, her naked body crawling all over at the thought of another second of stroking. She was not trying to leave the home, just trying to find a room that didn't have dommes in it who would tickle her!
Fhimra ran into a new room, and found surprised looking dommes applying their makeup with hand mirrors. Fhimra left the room immediately and tried another room, finding still more dommes. Room after room they were everywhere!
They were too lazy to chase Fhimra when she ran, but if she remained still for any length of time they would show interest in her and mob around her.
Fhimra had only finite stamina and was quickly getting exhausted.
With sudden hope Fhimra saw one of the Night Lord bodyguards that were permanently guarding the home, and ran over to hide her small body between his armoured legs.
The dommes in view all backed away fearfully from the super soldier, and Fhimra gasped for breath in relief.
The Night Lord looked down to regard Fhimra with his helmeted face, and she pointed frantically at her slave brands to show that she was Wendy's slave.
"I'm Wendy Sevenson's tickle slave, please don't hurt me.", Fhimra identified her position.
"What are you doing down there between my feet, tickle slave?", The Night Lord asked in a deep voice.
"I am just catching my breath somewhere safe from the dommes. I just need a rest for a while, I'm so tired.", Fhimra explained timidly.
"I don't mind your presence small one, you are enslaved to women just like me. You at least understand what it's like.", The Night Lord said almost gently, with great bitterness.
"I think that I do in more ways than just that. I am not just a slave, but also so sexually submissive to other women that it's scary. I can't even make myself hate my slavery, it feels so good even though it's awful.", Fhimra said quietly.
"That is what this curse feels like as well. To be enslaved but enslaved by pleasure. It is impossible to escape when it feels so good that I don't even *want* to resist. What have the women done to me!", the Night Lord growled in despair.
"There is always hope, Tzeentch always provides hope.", Fhimra compassionately encouraged.
"I don't even want to be free, that's the worst thing. My 'hope' is to stay this way.", The Night Lord sighed deeply.
"That is my hope too, I want to keep being a lesbian tickle slave, even though it's torture I don't want it to stop. It is such a strange predicament.", Fhimra confided with a sigh, feeling so relieved to even have someone sympathetic to just talk about this with.
The Night Lord merely sighed.
Fhimra didn't press the conversation and just rested in this place of safety, enjoying the wonderful peace and rest as she recovered her strength and her wits.
The dommes were terrified of the Night Lord and would not approach him. The Night Lords were only submissive to their own female Sevenson kin, and would easily kill any other woman who annoyed them. Fhimra felt so safe right now.
"There is always hope, even just for small rests and small mercies.", Tzeentch spoke in Fhimra's mind directly!
Fhimra filled with religious worship immediately, her god almost never spoke to her mind directly like this!
"Am I displeasing you with my lifestyle Tzeentch?", Fhimra thought fervently.
"Amused more than anything, so long as you never worship Slaanesh and remember to worship me. Your scheming to navigate this predicament of your own making is deeply amusing, watching you hope so hard for such petty things in such bizarre situations. You have so much power to subtly influence Wendy Sevenson, you have so many possibilities, and you ignore them all for pettier things. I find you delightfully entertaining.", Tzeentch replied in amusement.
Fhimra grinned happily with all of her rows of teeth at these words, immediately seeing the funny side of her position. Fhimra could be influencing the powerful Wendy in all sorts of fate altering ways, but instead she was completely focused on navigating her kinky desires.
"You are disappointing, but in such an amusing way that I love it. Never stop scheming and hoping for the ridiculous and the absurd my dear Fhimra.", Tzeentch chuckled in her mind and said no more.
Fhimra felt filled to the brim with hope from this divine communion, and she continued to sit silently in worship of Tzeentch for a long time, feeding hope to her god.
Fhimra felt refreshed and optimistic now, she would succeed in navigating all of her romantic relationship issues, she would find the perfect domination whilst also managing to balance her life so that she got to meet all of her other needs too. She would get to be a tickle slave who was tickled just the right amount, never too much, she would get to leave the dungeons and have a life but then come back again for more pleasure.
Fhimra felt wonderful as she thought about all her goals and filled herself with the hope that they would all succeed.
"Thank you for giving me shelter, I feel a lot better now.", Fhimra told the Night Lord gratefully, emerging from his legs.
"Come back any time you need to, I find your presence soothing.", The Night Lord replied calmly.
Fhimra smiled and walked away to the dommes.
Fhimra was approached by the sadistic women immediately, and thrilled with submissive pleasure as they dominantly touched her naked body.
Fhimra was soon laughing hard as she was tickled, but she enjoyed this now that she had recovered, and she had a lovely time submitting to this intense sensation.
Fhimra got to sample the dominant touch of many Dominatrices, and gradually moved through the dungeons one room at a time, sampling different restraints and different women, feeling intense hope as she basked in a fog of mental sub space.
Fhimra eventually found Octavia strapped down spread eagle to a bondage table, with a passed out Dominatrix laying beside her on the table asleep.
No one else was in the room, and Octavia looked bored and agitated bound like this with no one playing with her.
Fhimra smiled mischievously and walked up to the defenceless Octavia, seeing a rare opportunity to reverse their places for once.
Fhimra made sure that the Domme was asleep, and then secured a sound canceling gimp mask over Octavia's head so that no one could hear her, making sure that she could breathe.
Fhimra then mischievously explored Octavia's impossibly sexy body with her hands, squeezing and cupping her massive breasts, exploring her delicious curves, and of course tickling her all over, her heavy laughter swallowed up by the gimp mask.
The Domme then woke up to find what Fhimra was doing, and then it was Fhimra's turn to laugh as the Domme gave her a hard taste of her own medicine.
Fhimra almost wet herself with laughter, buzzing all over, but eventually both she and Octavia were untied and they continued to explore the dungeon together happily, sampling the ministrations of so many different Dominatrices.
Fhimra felt the closest bond to her girlfriend Octavia, the only woman who had stayed Fhimra's girlfriend out of the original pair. The dommes and Wendy were fun, but Octavia was the only one who kissed her like a girlfriend would kiss you. The relationship with Octavia was by far the most romantic.
Fhimra kissed Octavia passionately in the dungeon even as a dominatrix tickled both of them, their laughing mouths joined together as their tongues wrestled. It was a truly blissful experience.
The kissing pair eventually found Wendy submitting naked to a huge group of Dominatrices led by Mistress Lash, and the pair of tickle slaves joined their owner, greeting her with a three way kiss in utter bliss.
Mistress Lash then singled out Fhimra, pulling her aside dominantly by a painfully twisted ear!
Fhimra gazed at Mistress Lash with extreme submissive terror but also desire, knowing from experience just how cruel she was. Mistress Lash forced Fhimra to sit down with her feet in a pair of metal stocks, locking her ankles in the stock with a padlock. Mistress Lash then cuffed Fhimra's wrists behind her back with a pair of handcuffs!
Fhimra felt intensely submissive towards Mistress Lash, so afraid of her but so turned on by her. The woman was so dominant and so sadistic, and seemed to love nothing quite so much as tickling Fhimra without mercy.
Fhimra exploded with laughter as Mistress Lash got started stroking her feet in the stocks, knowing that it was going to be long and sadistic.
Mistress Lash playfully teased Fhimra dominantly as she was tickled, and Fhimra felt thrills of pleasure from this dominant dialogue, greatly enjoying it.
Fhimra felt more and more wonderfully submissive as Mistress Lash just relentlessly focused on her, laughing in her handcuffs unable to protect her feet. The dominant teasing dialogue was even better, forcing Fhimra to respond to questions in ways that belittled and humiliated herself in a way that made her feel so completely dominated and small.
Fhimra's pleasure grew as it went on and on, it was so sadistic but done so perfectly that it felt wonderful. Fhimra felt a growing bond with Mistress Lash, submissively desiring the delicious sadist so much. It felt so bad but it felt so good.
Well and truly after Fhimra had wet herself with laughter, Mistress Lash stopped tickling her and laid her handcuffed body back on the floor, ankles still in the stocks. Mistress Lash then undressed out of her elaborate kimono to reveal her olive skinned gorgeous naked oriental body, revealing her pleasing breasts and her smooth clean shaven pussy!
The naked dominatrix then elegantly sat on Fhimra's face!
The smell of perfumed clean wet pussy filled Fhimra's nose as the vagina rested elegantly on her mouth, and Fhimra could feel that the pussy was very wet against her mouth.
At a command from Mistress Lash Fhimra began to lick the pussy submissively, and Mistress Lash moaned hard as Fhimra ate her out.
Fhimra felt very peaceful in sub space as she gently licked the pussy of this dominant goddess while in bondage, her eyes closed and mind blissfully relaxed. This right here was what heaven felt like to Fhimra.
Fhimra blissfully meditated to Tzeentch as she basked in the blissful act of eating out Mistress Lash, it was just so perfect.
After a timeless eternity of this bliss, Mistress Lash moaned in orgasm and elegantly got off Fhimra's face.
Fhimra was then laughing once more as she was tickled yet again.
At the end of the day Fhimra lay naked in bed cuddling the naked Mistress Lash and kissing her heavily, with Wendy and Octavia and various other dommes snuggling together on the large bed also.
Fhimra sighed blissfully as she kissed the delicious Mistress Lash, feeling so intimate with the delicious sadist.
It was early days yet, but Fhimra kinda hoped that Mistress Lash would become Wendy's new wife. She was absolutely perfect…
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