Chapter 15H
As the adorable main protagonists were engaging in navigating the extremes of their unorthodox lifestyle, big things were happening in the wider chaos fleet in orbit of Stōørølø.
With Egg currently weakened and healing, and all of the other contenders for power either divided amongst themselves or already allies of the Sevenson Cartel, the most powerful person in the fleet right now was the Sevenson Matriarch daemon princess of Slaanesh MA7.
TigerLily was completely enslaved to the Matriarch by the invocation of her true daemonic name, and with TigerLily came power over everything that TigerLily commanded, including the planet Stōørølø, vast resources and a massive army of mortal and daemonic forces of Tzeentch.
Right at the moment the enslaved TigerLily was leading her forces in battle to recapture control over the huge Gloriana class battleship the Nightmare Asylum, clearing out and destroying any who would not swear allegiance to the Sevenson Matriarch. On other ships across the fleet simultaneous battles raged to recapture control over as many ships as possible, with rabid Sevenson Night Lords ripping apart enemies with psychotic rage.
Warp rifts were opening in front of some of the ships still controlled by hostile factions, letting Khorne forces escape alongside Word Bearers and everyone else who wouldn't bend their knee in allegiance.
For a while there was bloodshed and chaos as this purging continued, and the fleet shrunk in size as a large minority of the ships fled, until all that was left were loyal or allied forces. The Alpha Legion forces that Egg had married into were fearfully left alone, they were not hostile but they would not swear fealty, but taking on even a weakened Egg was just a little bit too scary for the Sevenson Matriarch to risk when they might need her goodwill later on in the future.
With the new somewhat smaller fleet now unified under a single ruler, all traces of hostile infighting ended, and for the first time in years there was complete and total peace in the fleet, with all forces serving the same cause as a unified empire.
The Sevenson Matriarch immediately set her sights upon conquest. Stōørølø was now hers, but it was hardly a comfortable planet to make into a home. The Matriarch needed a planet that was far more stable, in a far calmer part of the Maelstrom warp storms.
Space and time around Stōørølø was an ever warping nightmare, that jarred the sanity and disorientated all ability to accurately measure the passage of time. For those who worshipped Tzeentch it might be a haven of new possibilities, but for the Slaanesh worshippers it was not agreeable.
The Matriarch would certainly keep Stōørølø as a planet in her new empire, but only as a valuable source of resources and slaves and energy. She was already fortifying the orbit with orbital fortresses, huge defensive batteries, bases and armoured hive cities to maintain control of this planet and its resources. She would leave behind a small fraction of her loyal and allied forces to defend and manage the planet as stewards, but the bulk of her forces and fleet would move on to more comfortable parts of the Maelstrom.
In the past the fleet had been lost adrift in the warp storms for years, but this had been because of TigerLily and her fell god Tzeentch deliberately engineering this event to force them to become desperate enough to reunite with TigerLily. Even Egg herself was not stronger than the full might of the chaos *god* Tzeentch, and had been powerless to sweep away the warp storms to save the fleet.
But now that they had TigerLily with them, and had millions and millions of Tzeentch worshipping mortal pawns infesting the fleet worming their way into positions of influence, Tzeentch was apparently happy to calm the previously impenetrable warp storms as though they had never existed, leaving the warp lanes clear for them to easily fly anywhere at all.
Among these mortal pawns of Tzeentch was Fhimra Pyrestrength the tickle slave, who had managed to find her way into the sexual affections of Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Wendy Sevenson. Fhimra was not malicious or deceitful in her intentions, just a sweet innocent charming submissive lesbian who was openly looking for her own rather kinky sort of love, but intentions didn't matter when you were a puppet on the strings of Tzeentch. Consciously or not, Fhimra would serve her purpose as a tool of manipulation to serve the interests of Tzeentch.
Fhimra was just one of a multitude of mortal pawns that Tzeentch had in place infiltrating the fleet. These Tzeentch worshipping slaves from the tribes of Stōørølø had been purchased by the millions by all sorts of people, placed in countless roles in contact with countless other people. They were rapidly meeting people, making new friends, dating people and becoming lovers.
These slaves had been groomed for centuries to perfectly culturally integrate into the fleet population, and this was having the desired effect of letting them seamlessly form influential relationships with the existing population of the fleet. With these humble puppets in place Tzeentch could subtly manipulate the entire fleet without them even knowing.
Even the enslavement of TigerLily herself to the Sevenson Matriarch by her true daemonic name was exactly as Tzeentch had planned, and was just another ploy in Tzeentch's intricate unfathomable schemes. TigerLily was literally a part of Tzeentch as one of his ascended daemons, and she could never betray the interests of her god even as a slave. All that had been achieved was to drop everyone's guard around this dangerous manipulative daemon princess.
The subtlest way to manipulate someone was quietly in the background, whilst letting the ones being manipulated firmly believe that they were the ones in control.
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Octavia felt happy nostalgia as she pushed a heavy cart full of suitcases through the front door of Owner Wendy's palace sized dungeon apartment onboard the Nightmare Asylum, it was so good to be home after their long stay onboard the Crucible of Starvation.
Fhimra and Fetter grunted with effort as they pushed heavy luggage carts of their own, the three slaves given the menial job of transporting Owner Wendy's excessive luggage between her two homes. These were just the first of many luggage carts they had to transport, with many more waiting back at the apartment onboard the Crucible of Starvation, but such was the fate of slaves to be put to work doing the unpleasant tasks that Owners didn't want to do.
Owner Wendy had already entered ahead and was looking in disapproval at the trashed state of her magnificent dungeon palace from her long absence. The place was completely ransacked of any portable valuables, badly shot up, vandalised, burned in places, and much of the bondage and other furniture was damaged or destroyed. Graffiti to various gods covered most of the walls, and the place was in a sorry condition.
"This will not do at all!, Slaves!, As soon as you finish bringing all the luggage I want all three of you to get to work cleaning this place. I want the floors swept and mopped clean, I want the garbage and broken debris collected in bins, I want the walls scrubbed.", Owner Wendy ordered.
"Yes Owner Wendy.", the three slaves agreed submissively in slight dismay, and they hurried to get the luggage faster.
The Nightmare Asylum and the Crucible of Starvation were currently docked together with airtight docking tubes, so that you could just walk between the two ships, but it was still a long walk of hundreds of metres back and forth between the two apartments even with the help of elevators.
The three slaves walked as quickly as they could, with Fhimra and Octavia outpacing Fetter to push many carts in the time it took her to push just one, and soon (no thanks to Fetter) the two tickle slaves got all of the excessive luggage transferred to the new apartment.
Octavia and Fhimra and Fetter were very busy for the rest of the day doing chores to get the home more liveable, and Octavia cleaned up an astonishing amount of filth and litter.
Various tradesmen arrived throughout the day, and these got to work repairing some of the excessive damage to the apartment, and Owner Wendy gave them some money up front and then directed them authoritatively throughout her home, bossing them around in what repairs she wanted done in what order and how they must be done.
The tradesmen looked slightly irritated by Owner Wendy's imperious attitude, but they held their tongues and just did as they were told, apparently very well paid for their troubles.
Owner Wendy then entered the nursery room that contained baby Franklin's old crib retrieved from the planet Hapela Theta Rho 1 and she burst into gasping tears, painfully reminded of her lost baby.
Octavia stopped her cleaning and rushed to the sobbing Owner Wendy, giving her a cuddle and soothing her with soft comforting noises. Owner Wendy clung to Octavia and sobbed hoarsely, very emotional. Even Slaanesh worshipping mothers were still mothers, and got upset when they lost a loved baby.
The loss of baby Franklin was never talked about, it was a taboo subject that greatly triggered Owner Wendy's emotions. Octavia and Owner Wendy simply pretended that there was nothing to talk about, always carefully skirting around this topic like an emotional minefield. The mere reminder of baby Franklin could set Wendy off like this.
Fhimra worriedly approached, asking what was wrong. Octavia didn't know how to explain the situation without upsetting Owner Wendy even more.
"The crib… I lost a baby!", Owner Wendy sobbed, pointing weakly at the empty crib.
Fhimra was shocked and immediately offered her condolences for the death of Owner Wendy's child.
"He's not dead! Worse than dead! The Inquisition took him alive!", Owner Wendy wailed, sobbing hard.
Fhimra immediately cuddled Owner Wendy tightly and tried to help Octavia soothe her.
It took a bit of crying, but eventually Owner Wendy was calmed down enough to get her to leave the room. Octavia shut the door behind them, hiding the crib from view so that Owner Wendy wouldn't see it.
"Don't ever go in there again Owner Wendy, you know how much it upsets you.", Octavia urged her owner.
"But the room needs to be repaired.", Owner Wendy sniffed.
"Get someone else to do it then, I don't want you going in that room again.", Octavia said with uncharacteristic lack of submission, caring about Owner Wendy's well being enough to show some backbone in fighting to protect this woman she loved.
Owner Wendy looked at Octavia's sincerity and nodded quietly. Octavia kissed her forehead encouragingly.
Octavia had chores to get on with, but she ordered her submissive girlfriend Fhimra to go do them for her, and just stayed with Owner Wendy, keeping her company and tenderly reassuring her.
Owner Wendy recovered enough to keep directing the repairs, but Octavia lovingly stayed with her and held her hand, the very model of a supportive romantic partner.
Eventually the tradesmen left for the day, having repaired at least the most important damage like the door locks and the plumbing. The place didn't look great but it looked better than it had before.
"I can't bring the Dominatrices home to this mess.", Owner Wendy said with a sigh at the state of the place.
"Probably not.", Octavia agreed with a chuckle.
"It will be days at least before this place is fit to bring dates over, but the Matriarch needs me on this ship now to handle the administration of the entire fleet from this flagship. I'm most annoyed.", Owner Wendy sighed.
"I will do my best to cheer you up Owner Wendy.", Octavia said provocatively, making Wendy snort in amusement.
Owner Wendy kissed Octavia fondly, and Octavia put her tongue in Owner Wendy's mouth playfully, upping the eroticism.
Owner Wendy returned the passionate kiss with her own tongue, and the pair made out passionately, holding each other tightly with desire.
Octavia blindly pushed Owner Wendy backwards as she kissed her, hoping to find a bed, and the pair blundered into a broken bit of bondage furniture, some sort of restraint chair by the feel of it. The two lovers sat down together in the chair, kissing heavily, but didn't attempt any bondage at this time, just wanting somewhere comfortable to make out.
Octavia sighed heavily with romantic love as she sat kissing this woman she wanted to marry so badly, completely in love with her. It felt wonderful to make out with someone you loved so deeply, Octavia's heart felt all gooey in her chest as the overwhelming love filled her.
Octavia got hot and sweaty, and pulled off her skimpy kinky latex outfit, stripping herself naked. Owner Wendy likewise stripped naked and the pair resumed kissing, touching each other's bodies sensually as they expressed their mutual love physically.
Octavia felt wonderful when Owner Wendy finally broke the long kiss, and the pair of naked women held each other tenderly in the chair, feeling very safe and content.
Octavia rested the side of her head contentedly on Owner Wendy's shoulder, snuggling against her lovingly. Owner Wendy sighed contentedly at this romantic moment.
The pair didn't say much, they just snuggled together in mutual contentment, so comfortable in each other's presences. Being a Slaanesh worshipper wasn't just all about the constant excesses of tickling and sex and torture, there was also room to just snuggle naked together enjoying a romantic moment. Even women who literally worshipped a god of lust could find room for love amidst that lust, sex naturally went with love and the love was real, even for these Slaaneshi lost souls.
Owner Wendy sighed contentedly.
"So tell me Octavia. What do you think of the Dominatrices I am dating so far?, Do any stand out as especially good ticklers for you?", Owner Wendy asked fondly.
"All of them are fun, but a few are really good.", Octavia said evasively, slightly annoyed by this reminder that Owner Wendy was going to marry someone else.
"Who are the really good ones?", Owner Wendy pressed curiously.
"The best tickler is you Owner Wendy.", Octavia said pointedly.
"Tell me.", Owner Wendy insisted with a chuckle.
"Mistress Lash.", Octavia admitted with a sigh.
Owner Wendy nodded in agreement.
"She is my favourite suitor too, Fhimra also really seems to like her. But I want to give all of the other dommes a chance before just picking Mistress Lash.", Owner Wendy said fondly.
"There are a few others who were really good ticklers, but I keep forgetting their names. It is so hard when I have so many Dominatrices tickling me all day long all at the same time. I need to sit down with each of them and get to know them one by one.", Octavia admitted.
"Well at least let me know which ones you absolutely don't want. I need to cull them down before I drown in so many dommes, I want you to point out the bad ticklers and those that neglect you.", Owner Wendy encouraged protectively.
"I could easily cull more than half of them already.", Octavia chuckled.
"Please do, I need to make major culls.", Owner Wendy encouraged.
"I kinda like drowning in dommes though.", Octavia giggled fondly.
"I bet you do.", Owner Wendy laughed.
"Me too actually.", Owner Wendy added lustfully.
"I already know and trust Mistress Lash. We know we can trust her. The others might be untrustworthy.", Octavia said seriously.
"Yes, that is part of why she is the clear front runner. But I don't want to overlook some really good Dominatrix that hasn't been given a proper chance. I don't want to just settle without testing the waters.", Owner Wendy said seriously.
"Maybe.", Octavia said uncertainly.
"It's probably going to be Mistress Lash.", Owner Wendy admitted.
"What happens next when you choose her?", Octavia asked curiously, feeling very safe with her head resting on Owner Wendy's shoulder in a comforting snuggle.
"I will ask her to be my girlfriend, then after an appropriate length of time if all goes well I will ask her to be my wife.", Owner Wendy explained gently.
Octavia felt a stab of jealousy at these words and shifted slightly.
"You don't need to feel jealous, Mistress Lash will also be in a way your wife too Octavia. You know that you will be part of the relationship.", Owner Wendy reassured.
"I like Mistress Lash and I could fall in love with her, I would have fun being hers, but you are my first love Owner Wendy.", Octavia said seriously.
"I want someone who can take care of you and tickle you properly all day long when I am away at work. I have a job and I can't just play with you all day long. If Mistress Lash quits her job as a professional Dominatrix then she *could* play with you all day long.", Owner Wendy encouraged.
"I don't want her to quit her job just for me.", Octavia replied unhappily.
"I think she would *want* to quit her job as a dominatrix sex worker, I am a billionaire, I can easily support her.", Owner Wendy suggested.
"But she loves her job.", Octavia pointed out.
"I will make sure before I finally decide on Mistress Lash. If she says no then I won't choose her.", Owner Wendy reassured.
"It's not that important for me to be tickled and dominated all day long every day, I can entertain myself with Fhimra now. I have mapped out every ticklish place on her entire body now, I want to do experiments on her with hundreds of different types of brushes and feathers to see what tickles her the most. I wouldn't mind having some free time to do these experiments.", Octavia humbly requested.
"I remember when you used to do those experiments on me when I was your sub. I wet myself every single day from those experiments.", Owner Wendy chuckled with fond nostalgia.
"You are a very ticklish woman Owner Wendy, you know that I can't just let a ticklish woman go with her laughter unvoiced, I have to milk it and taste it.", Octavia replied fondly.
"I don't mind if you tickle me on occasion, I actually really enjoy it. If you ever want to do an experiment with those hundreds of brushes and feathers, my toes are available for that.", Owner Wendy offered naughtily.
"You really mean it Owner Wendy?!", Octavia asked excitedly, lifting her head off Owner Wendy's shoulder to look at her eagerly.
"I really mean it. I am more than happy to be tickled till I shit myself.", Owner Wendy insisted fondly.
"What makes you think I will stop when you shit yourself Owner Wendy?", Octavia giggled adoringly and kissed Wendy happily.
Owner Wendy chuckled and returned the kiss adoringly, blissfully happy.
"Can I get started tickling you now Owner Wendy?", Octavia asked hopefully.
"We are talking right now, and having a lovely snuggle. You can tickle me later.", Owner Wendy replied fondly.
Octavia smiled and contentedly returned her head to rest on Owner Wendy's shoulder, just enjoying this intimate romantic snuggle. It admittedly was super comfortable.
"You really don't mind if Mistress Lash doesn't quit her job to spend time with you during the day?", Owner Wendy said after a brief pause.
"Sometimes I wish that *you* would do that Owner Wendy.", Octavia replied fondly.
"That would indeed be fun, but I can't retire, the family needs me. I'm the only person who can even do half the stuff my mother wants me to do, I have 300 years of admin experience, I'm not that easy to replace.", Owner Wendy chuckled with a sigh.
"I think about you and masturbate when you're away at work.", Octavia admitted happily.
"You are making me wet saying things like that.", Owner Wendy chuckled in reply.
"I'm snuggling you in the nude, you *should* be wet already.", Octavia pointed out playfully.
Wendy laughed, playfully cupping Octavia's massive breast.
Octavia encouraged this with provocative noises, and Owner Wendy giggled sounding aroused.
"You are delightful, but you didn't answer my question about Mistress Lash staying home to play with you during the day.", Owner Wendy fondly pressed.
"I obviously would greatly enjoy her tickling me all day long, but it's not a deal breaker if she doesn't. I still think she's an excellent candidate for your next wife if that wife can't be me.", Octavia said honestly.
"Very well, I will not make it a criteria for her to be my girlfriend. I'm 99 percent sure that I will marry Mistress Lash, but I still owe it to the other dommes to at least give them a chance.", Wendy said with resolve.
"Can I at least be a bridesmaid at the wedding?", Octavia asked.
"Oh of course, forget bridesmaid, you will be my maid of honour, how can you even ask.", Owner Wendy warmly encouraged.
"I should be a bride.", Octavia pouted.
"You certainly are persistent.", Owner Wendy chuckled.
"The woman I love is marrying someone else, how *should* I respond to that?", Octavia replied cutely.
"I love you so fucking much you adorable tickle slave, even when you're exasperating you are so freaking adorable.", Owner Wendy chuckled fondly.
"You don't love me enough to *marry* me.", Octavia replied cutely from Owner Wendy's shoulder.
Owner Wendy playfully flicked Octavia's ear at these words.
Octavia playfully flicked Owner Wendy's bare nipple in retaliation.
Owner Wendy laughed adoringly and playfully flicked Octavia's nipple in turn.
The pair quickly devolved into a giggling back and forth of playfully flicking each other in various places, and were soon playfully wrestling in the chair.
Their lips found each other's during this playful wrestle, and they were once again making out heavily.
They didn't stop kissing this time, instead just making out for so long that Fhimra eventually came to find them.
Octavia and Owner Wendy held hands romantically as they walked together to get dinner and then have a bath together with Fhimra. They loved each other so much and it was absolutely beautiful.
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