Chapter 22H
Liling Sevenson the Cartel wife sat with Melody Sevenson the Cartel wife, at a table at yet another Sevenson Cartel Slaanesh worship party and family gathering, watching as other Sevenson women committed torture and mayhem on the restrained bodies of naked Sevenson Night Lords.
Liling Sevenson, maiden name Wong, and Melody Sevenson, maiden name Chan, were two of only currently three women who had entered the Sevenson family by marrying a Night Lord, and the third woman was daemon princess of Tzeentch TigerLily Sevenson herself. (Whose maiden name was Muhammad).
Liling and Melody were not only the wives of space marines but were also the only Asian wives, making them especially cliquey. (TigerLily was Iranian Persian and didn't *really* count as Asian in their eyes, even if "technically" the Middle East of Terra was part of the Asian continent). TigerLily wasn't part of the Sevenson Night Lord Asian wives club, Liling and Melody were in, sorry but those were the rules.
This exclusive club of two sat and watched Liling's son Cheng play in a small fenced off play area around them with other Sevenson children, sitting in the chairs and tables set in the play area for the mothers to sit at as they watched their children play. Melody's children were already very late teens or adults, Melody being somewhere in her 40's chronologically, (for all that meant in the weird way time moved in the warp plus being daily dosed to the eyeballs on rejuvenation drugs), but Melody sat in the play area with Liling regardless just to be with her, currently cuddling the tiny Mei-Yin in her arms fondly.
Melody Sevenson was dressed in an incredibly skimpy fetish wear top that was little more than thin black latex straps and some latex bra cups, and she wore no bottoms of any kind in preparation for the Slaanesh rituals that were coming later. This incredibly minimal attire showed off old slave brands and tattoos identifying Melody as a former tickle slave, her slender petite body covered all over with tats saying such cute things as "I'm not laughing cause it's funny" and "proudly a tickle sister". The tattoos were adorable, gotten back before the former tickle slave married a Sevenson Night Lord, showing a window into a very different life.
The fleet had a surprising number of Slaaneshi tickle slaves, not because a high number of newly captured torture slaves were turned into tickle slaves, (very few actually were), but more because tickle slaves tended to SURVIVE far longer as Slaaneshi torture slaves than the more common pain slaves did. Slaaneshi Chaos Space Marines and Noise Marines could rip right through pain slaves and even rape slaves with surprising speed, ripping them apart and torturing them to death. Even Slaanesh cultists and other normal human Slaanesh worshippers like Liling could rip through torture slaves far too fast, they just didn't physically last when the pain was at its most delectably extreme. But the tickle slaves didn't die so much, actually tickling someone successfully to death was quite a challenge truth be told.
These laughing slave girls tended to hang around and accumulate in the dungeons of Slaanesh worshipping sadists, and some of them got lucky like Melody and got out. Some lucky few like Liling's Mother-in-Law Octavia and her girlfriend Fhimra liked being tickle slaves and had had some agency in actually choosing this fate, but the vast vast *vast* majority were not so fortunate, just especially ticklish female prisoners abducted from the Imperium or elsewhere and enslaved as wretched tickle slaves. Melody had been one such miserable creature.
Melody had got out and married a Night Lord, becoming a Cartel wife, but most never got out alive, tickled daily for years or decades until they either died or got too old and ugly to be fun to keep tickling, these old ones cast out of the tickling dungeons to be used in more fatal types of torture. It was actually quite depressing to think about if you had a healthy conscience, but thankfully Liling wasn't burdened by something so inconvenient.
Melody at least was out of the tickling dungeons and living free, with a massive Night Lord spouse and massive Night Lord children who would kill anyone who threatened to return her to the dungeons. In a fleet where might ultimately made right it was a very good idea to have brutal chaos space marines as close kin, it was a very good defence against some of the nastier fates that could await you here among the worshippers of Slaanesh.
Melody now was a thriving Slaanesh worshipper and was happily married, she was well respected in the Sevenson Cartel and enjoyed an easy life of socialising and sexually pleasing her massive spouse. She had had a happy ending against the odds and Liling was happy for her.
Melody noticed Liling eyeing her tickle slave tattoos and trembled ever so slightly with some memory of residual trauma, before smiling sweetly and overcoming it. Her jaded Slaaneshi eyes looked slightly haunted behind the pleasure glaze, and she was clearly using something or other to numb her mental pain, probably some pretty potent drugs from the weird way her eyes moved.
Liling smiled back, getting a thrill of sadistic pleasure from Melody's obvious mental brokenness, but was polite enough not to say anything on the matter.
Liling was currently wearing a medical fetish slutty top that left her breasts bare in offering to Slaanesh, (also bare to help her breastfeed Mei-Yin), with a fetish doctor's hat on her head. Liling was also not wearing any bottoms in preparation for the Slaanesh worship rituals later, but her attempts to look sexy were somewhat hindered by the fact that Liling was very obviously pregnant.
Liling's son Cheng briefly returned to her, seeking attention and reassurance from his mother the way small children do, and Liling was briefly distracted giving attention to her child.
Melody was now making funny faces and soft silly noises at Mei-Yin adoringly, and looked very soothed by the baby, her pain temporarily forgotten.
Liling's sadism didn't like that Melody's pain was lessened, and she lifted up Cheng in her arms, pulling up his shirt and blowing a playful loud tickling raspberry on his belly, making the toddler giggle and laugh.
Melody the former tickle slave almost fell out of her seat at this innocent act, her mouth open and eyes wide with deep rooted horror and terror, her face blanching pale. She hugged Mei-Yin tightly like a comfort blanket, looking deeply triggered.
Liling blew on Cheng's tummy again just to be sadistic, subtly getting off on Melody's distress like a fine wine.
"This is triggering me, please stop.", Melody said eventually, her face haunted.
Liling was politically savvy enough to stop when asked, knowing that she couldn't get away without consequences if she tormented Melody any further. Liling put the now animated Cheng back on the floor, but he was stirred up now and climbed all over her.
Melody recovered as Cheng climbed all over Liling's lap in the chair, and Liling wrapped her arms around her squirming toddler to stop him falling off onto the floor.
Off in the distance the pair saw the savagely bruise covered Wendy introducing her weird new geisha girlfriend to various family members.
"New potential member for the Asian wives club?", Liling suggested to Melody with a chuckle.
"Not her, she's a Jap.", Melody disagreed immediately.
"She's a what?", Liling asked in surprise.
"She's a Jap, she's Japanese. She's not Chinese like us.", Melody said deliberately in Mandarin so that they couldn't be overheard.
"Does that even matter?, Anyway she's like half Chinese by the look of her face.", Liling replied in Mandarin.
"But she's still part Japanese, she's not one of us.", Melody insisted in Mandarin.
"Excluding TigerLily for being an Arab is one thing, but this is getting ridiculous now.", Liling replied in Mandarin.
"The Japanese are our people's sworn enemy!", Melody said angrily in Mandarin.
"That was 38 thousand years ago.", Liling gently reminded her.
"It was not even 25 years ago!"
"How so?"
"When China sent a colony ship with my ancestors to settle an asteroid in the Otty's Passage System, the damn Japanese sent a colony ship of their own to settle the asteroid right next to us!", Melody insisted angrily in Mandarin.
"So?", Liling asked reasonably.
"The asteroid my ancestors settled was chosen because it was right in the middle of a really mineral rich Trojan asteroid cluster so that we would have exclusive mining rights to the cluster!, The damn Japs DELIBERATELY settled next to us so that they could contest OUR cluster!"
"That must have been a fun neighbour to have.", Liling chuckled sarcastically.
"They are the absolute worst!, They keep mining our side of the cluster!, AND they keep sabotaging our synthetic food factory cogitators to make our synthetic food taste like dog shit!", Melody railed indignantly.
"They did WHAT to your food?!"
"They put a computer virus in our synthetic food factory cogitators that flavoured our food like literally dog shit. They then mocked us saying they had 'improved the flavour of Chinese food'!", Melody fumed.
Liling burst out laughing uncontrollably.
"It wasn't funny!, They RUINED my sixth birthday party!, I can still taste that cake!"
Liling was fucking dying of laughter here, she couldn't breathe, the mental image was just too funny.
"They are the WORST!"
"The Otty's Passage System is now part of the Imperium isn't it?, Why don't you report them to the authorities?", Liling gasped with laughter.
"We can't because the Japs would then also tell the Imperium that we made *their* food taste like horse shit.", Melody unhappily explained.
"You are both as bad as each other!", Liling laughed.
"They STARTED it!", Melody protested.
"When did this food shit thing start exactly?"
"Thirty thousand years ago, but THEY STARTED THE WHOLE THING!"
"You crazy Asians have been making each other eat synthetic shit for thirty THOUSAND years?!", Liling choked with laughter.
"Only because they STARTED it!"
"Blessed Slaanesh you people are crazy!"
"THEY are the crazy ones!"
"Oh ok ok, it's 100 percent their fault.", Liling soothed with a giggle.
"Because it IS 100 percent THEIR fault!"
"Ok, well be that as it may, just because you grew up with the Japanese neighbours from hell in your little part of the huge galaxy, does that really mean that all Japanese people the galaxy over are bad?", Liling tried to reason, chuckling as she spoke from the funniness of the conversation so far.
"They are ALL arrogant.", Melody insisted.
"Have you even met her yet?"
"I don't have to *meet* her!"
"You are being a little unfair I think.", Liling opined.
"I'm not going to be rude to her, she just can't be in the Chinese wives club. Anyway she's not a wife and not with a space marine anyway.", Melody insisted.
"Since when are we the 'Chinese' wives club?, I thought we were just the Asian wives club?", Liling cut in.
"No Japs!"
"We have so few Asians to hang out with in the family.", Liling complained.
"They are not even proper Asian, Japan is an island, not actually part of the continent.", Melody insisted, making a surprising fuss about this.
"You have never even been to Terra."
"My people still remember!"
"They really should start getting over it."
"They ruined my birthday cake!"
"That geisha over there didn't make your birthday cake taste like dog shit."
"I don't care, all Japs are wicked."
"You are going to have to find a way of living with her if Wendy marries her."
"I will just avoid her."
"They are coming over here now!, I hope she doesn't join us.", Melody fretted suddenly.
"They are just talking to people."
"They BETTER not be coming over here."
"It's not that bad."
"I don't like Japs!"
"Ahem, I happen to speak Mandarin and can understand every word you are saying about me.", the geisha loudly cut in in Mandarin from where she stood nearby next to Wendy.
Melody's mouth shut so fast that it was amazing, and she did not say another word.
"I wasn't saying anything against you.", Liling reassured the rather pissed off looking geisha.
"I know, I heard most of what you said.", the geisha acknowledged in Mandarin.
"What are you all saying?", Wendy asked curiously in common Low Gothic from beside the geisha.
"Nothing worth repeating.", the geisha said in common Low Gothic.
"Just Asian stuff.", Liling reassured Wendy.
"Tiresome Asian stuff.", the geisha added.
Melody looked too embarrassed to say anything.
Wendy was clearly puzzled but did not press for details.
"I'm Liling by the way. And this here is Melody.", Liling introduced herself and Melody to the geisha, who stood right at the edge of the fenced off children's play area a few meters away.
"Nice to meet you Liling, (and Melody), my name is Lash.", the geisha introduced.
"Wait a minute I think I know you. You are that pro domme. I have met you before.", Liling said with sudden recognition.
"I do apologise, I have met a lot of people.", Lash the geisha apologised.
"I was around 15 when we last really spoke to each other, you probably don't recognise me now. I'm the wife of Octavia's son Augusta.", Liling happily explained.
"Oh yes yes yes I remember cute little Liling, my how you've grown!, I didn't even recognise you.", Lash said in happy recognition.
"I'm still cute I hope.", Liling chuckled wittily.
"As a button.", Lash replied with warm charisma.
Liling eyed the geisha taking in her appearance. She was wearing a colourful kimono piece that covered her top half modestly, but her entire bottom half was bare but for extremely elegant geisha footwear, her legs and bottom and clean shaven pussy bare in preparation for the Slaanesh ritual. Her face was painted pure white with geisha makeup, with some decorative lines and dots of black or bright red painted on her face elaborately for decoration. Her black hair was done right up in elaborate hair ornaments and silver jewellery, in a style that only a geisha could pull off.
Wendy on the other hand was completely naked except for a black leather submissive collar strapped around her neck and a shoulder purse around her neck and shoulder, and her sexy naked body was horrifyingly bruised and beaten all over, with cuts, grazes, contusions, scrapes, scabs and open wounds. She looked like she had had the complete and utter shit beaten out of her ten times over, and from the way she moved her entire body was in obvious agony.
"What happened to you Wendy?", Liling asked with sadistic curiosity.
"My girlfriend Mistress Lash was kind enough to cure me of the character flaw of racism, with the help of a LOT of radiant black Dominatrices.", Wendy said with spineless humility, looking at Lash nervously.
Lash smiled sadistically but said nothing.
Liling and Melody exchanged a look incredulously, was Wendy a racist?
"Are you racist Wendy?", Melody asked quietly in disbelief.
"Not anymore.", Wendy replied fearfully, looking at Lash in terror.
"You had BETTER not be.", Lash purred at Wendy softly but threateningly.
"I'm not Mistress Lash, your lesson was *well* learned Mistress Lash.", Wendy insisted fearfully.
"You were a racist Wendy?! I can't believe it, that's not good!", Melody softly exclaimed.
"You hypocrite.", Liling said to Melody in Mandarin.
"What?", Melody protested in Mandarin.
"Please just drop it.", Lash requested politely in Mandarin.
"I don't understand what you all are saying.", Wendy said in Low Gothic.
"I hope you really have stopped being racist if you ever were, I really find racism distasteful and hurtful.", Melody said to Wendy in a sad disappointed voice.
"Hypocrite, you were just being racist against Japanese.", Liling laughed in Mandarin.
"Please just drop it.", Lash politely begged.
"I'm not!, It's *not* racist to point out that Japanese people are arrogant and not nice!", Melody crossly protested in Mandarin.
"Yes it is!", Liling and Lash said in unison in Mandarin.
"But I'm Asian too, it's not racist when I say it.", Melody defended herself quite wrongly in Mandarin.
"I'm not even full Japanese, I'm less than half. I'm Chinese-Korean-Japanese, maybe about a third each.", Lash said in Mandarin.
"That's still Japanese.", Melody insisted in Mandarin.
"I guess I'm not a part of this conversation?", Wendy said in Low Gothic but was ignored.
"I'm sorry that you don't like me, but I can't really help my ethnicity.", Lash told Melody reasonably in Mandarin.
"I'm sorry if you are offended but I just don't trust Japanese people. It's nothing personal.", Melody said in Mandarin.
"I am not responsible for your birthday cake at your 6th birthday.", Lash said very patiently in Mandarin.
"It's not just about that.", Melody replied in Mandarin.
"Well whatever it's about, I'm sorry on behalf of Japanese people everywhere for every bad thing that happened.", Lash said with way too much grace and patience for this ridiculous conversation, still speaking in Mandarin to exclude Wendy.
"I accept your apology.", Melody said quietly in Mandarin.
Liling shook her head at how ridiculous this conversation was. Whatever drugs Melody was self medicating with, she probably really needed to cut down a bit, this was getting nuts.
"I know that you have trauma, I can feel your pain. I'm genuinely sorry that you are suffering so much inside.", Lash said with surprising compassion to Melody in Mandarin.
Melody shuddered violently at these words and she began to silently cry. She excused herself and left quickly, handing Mei-Yin back to Liling.
"Melody?", Wendy asked in concern at the sight of her leaving in tears.
"The poor thing. I don't know if all the drugs in the world can soothe the inner trauma she carries.", Lash said sadly in Mandarin.
"She was pretty racist though.", Liling chuckled in Mandarin.
"The attitude to Japanese people is petty, the racism of a small child whose parents are racist. She has probably never met a Japanese person in her life, she just dutifully hates them as she was taught to. Women deeply traumatised like Melody are not well equipped to reflect on such matters, it probably takes a cocktail of drugs for her just to get out of bed without screaming. I don't take offence from that broken girl, I pity her.", Lash said sadly and compassionately in Mandarin.
"You sound like a shrink.", Liling said in Mandarin.
"In some ways I am exactly that, though I hold no qualification. I am an empath.", Lash said quietly in Mandarin.
"You were pretty forgiving, considering how you treated Wendy for the same thing. Wendy must have done something *really* bad I guess?", Liling noted in Mandarin.
"Wendy was less than half as bad and overt in her racism, far less than half. She certainly didn't go so far as to insult other races, merely expressed some subconscious racism, for which she was thoroughly disciplined. But regarding Melody's behaviour, I will gracefully overlook certain things from a woman I just met that I will absolutely *not* tolerate from a hardcore masochist punishment sub girlfriend with no limits and no safe word. I can hardly assault every woman I meet for rudeness, *especially* not the wife of a Night Lord if I value my bodily safety.", Lash quietly explained in Mandarin.
"I guess that is a very good point, Melody's Night Lord wife might not be gentle to you if you gave her a beating.", Liling chuckled in Mandarin.
"Wife?", Lash asked in slight confusion.
"Transgender. Melody married a massive big biological male Night Lord, just massively muscular, but this Night Lord has declared a female gender identity, got the full genital reassignment surgery and everything, now has a pussy, tits, the lot. Still absolutely massive though…", Liling explained in Mandarin, looking around to make sure that Melody couldn't hear her.
"A Night Lord wife then.", Lash replied respectfully in Mandarin.
Wendy was looking agitated, obviously not understanding the conversation and looking at her Dominatrix geisha girlfriend nervously wondering if she was in some sort of trouble. Liling chuckled, it was adorable seeing the mighty proud Wendy subbing like this.
"Is Melody alright Liling?", Wendy asked in Low Gothic, noticing Liling looking at her.
"She just got triggered the way she does, tickle slave stuff again.", Liling deigned to explain in Low Gothic.
"Oh no, the poor thing.", Wendy said sympathetically.
"It was my fault. I empathically sensed her inner pain and I said words of support and sympathy. It triggered her. I probably shouldn't have spoken.", Lash said quietly in Low Gothic.
"Yes I think I understand Mistress Lash. Yes Melody does trigger easily and gets like this. It was very kind of you to try to be so nice to her.", Wendy replied submissively.
Lash smiled and put a dominant kimono sleeve clad arm around Wendy's back, pulling her in close in an affectionate dominant side hug. Wendy submissively complied with a smile, looking very comfortable with this act.
Liling was briefly distracted by her kids again, and Lash gracefully entered the children's play area with Wendy snuggled beside her, the pair stepping over the low fence. Lash sat gracefully in a chair and Wendy sat submissively naked on the floor beside her, very submissively resting the side of her head in Lash's lap as Lash dominantly patted her hair.
"I'm used to seeing you in the chair with Octavia on the floor like that.", Liling chuckled to Wendy.
"Things have changed.", Wendy said simply.
"Where is Octavia anyway?", Liling asked.
"Chained up in a dungeon at home where she belongs.", Wendy replied somewhat defensively.
"You didn't bring her to see her son and the family?", Liling said in surprise.
"This is Mistress Lash's debut meeting the family as my Dominatrix girlfriend. Octavia would have distracted attention from Mistress Lash's moment.", Wendy defended.
"I leave such family decisions in Wendy's hands at this stage in the relationship. I am somewhat out of my depth knowing the ins and outs of Sevenson social etiquette.", Lash added quietly, perhaps slightly defensively.
"Well hopefully next time she will get an invitation. I am always happy to see my Mother-in-Law.", Liling said politely.
"Sometimes I will bring Octavia.", Wendy promised defensively.
"Once I learn my way around the family expectations I will make these decisions, I just need Wendy to guide me at this stage.", Lash said politely.
"Yes Mistress Lash.", Wendy said submissively.
Lash turned her attention to Liling's children, cooing at them lovingly and coaxing them warmly. Cheng knew Wendy but was very shy of the unfamiliar Lash, and clung to Liling for reassurance the way small children do.
"Aw.", Lash and Wendy said in unison at his cute shyness.
"Come here baby boy.", Wendy coaxed Cheng adoringly.
Cheng the toddler suddenly moved as though bewitched, toddling over to Wendy very submissively.
It was the Sevenson bloodline curse…
Liling frowned slightly, even the male Sevensons who were toddlers were seemingly affected by the curse, compelled to submit to female authority like slaves.
Cheng cuddled the naked Wendy at her chest, and she put a badly bruised and wounded slender arm around him lovingly, making soothing feminine noises.
Liling relaxed, Wendy was just cuddling him like any grandmother type figure would, completely harmless and platonic if not for her nudity.
Lash noticed this whole thing, really noticed it the way she seemed able to do, and her face looked troubled, but she said nothing.
Liling decided at that moment that Lash really was ok. Liling could be very comfortable welcoming Lash into the Sevenson family.
She still probably wouldn't get to join the Asian wives club though…
***…
Octavia the tickle slave squealed with happy laughter as Mistress Lash poked her in the belly, thrashing in delight in the ropes that bound her soft hugely busty naked body to a vertical pole with her hands behind her back around the back of the pole. Tied to a pole beside Octavia was the naked Fhimra, also bound exactly the same way.
Owner Wendy was currently away at work, but should be home before too much longer. In the meantime Mistress Lash was very kindly playing a game with the two tickle slaves as they waited for Owner Wendy.
Mistress Lash was wearing a kimono and geisha makeup and geisha hairstyle as she habitually did, and had recently gotten home from work herself, having regular subs that hired her as a professional Dominatrix, as well as having teaching duties with her apprentices. Mistress Lash was tired from working for part of the day, but she still made time for the tickle slaves in a way that Octavia really appreciated.
Fhimra squealed with laughter as Mistress Lash reached over with an elegant hand to stroke her ribs, thrashing wildly and uselessly in the ropes that held her fast with her hands behind the back of the pole. The two poles were so close together that Mistress Lash could easily tickle both tickle slaves at the same time, much to Fhimra's ticklish dismay.
Octavia laughed and squealed happily as her belly was squeezed in a hideously sensitive spot, tickled half to death but loving it regardless. She squirmed and wiggled in her ropes but she couldn't move at all, couldn't protect her belly even if she wanted to, just trapped and bound.
Fhimra was thrashing and laughing tormentedly, bodily gasping and just about jumping off the pole at every slightest tickle. Tears of laughter streamed from her eyes down her face, she looked like she was dying but she couldn't make it stop.
"Such ticklish slave girls.", Mistress Lash teased playfully with a mischievous smile at the laughing pair.
"Too ticklish!", Fhimra squealed adorably.
"Not ticklish enough.", Octavia laughed, loving every tickle.
"Tickle slaves for life. You will one day be little old ladies laughing away in your wheelchairs, still tickle slaves to your dying days.", Mistress Lash teased them.
"Yes please!", Octavia exclaimed in delight at this wonderful thought.
"Oh my Tzeentch!", Fhimra exclaimed in dismay at the same thought.
"But you LIKE being tickled Fhimra.", Mistress Lash taunted mischievously.
"I like it but don't say stuff like that!", Fhimra squealed with dismayed laughter.
"You don't want me to tell you about how you are going to be tickled till the day you die, a tickle slave to the very end?", Mistress Lash teased sadistically.
"That's so mean!", Fhimra choked with laughter, her abdomen being tickled hard.
"You love it when Dommes are mean.", Mistress Lash taunted playfully.
Fhimra groaned in arousal through her badly tickled laughter, obviously getting turned on by this dialogue.
"And you are so ticklish as well Octavia.", Mistress Lash added playfully, squeezing Octavia's tummy so expertly that her laughter was a scream, tickled hellishly hard.
Octavia squirmed playfully in her bonds at this intense stimulation, laughing so hard and unable to protect her body at all. Octavia was so horny from this that wetness was running down her legs.
"Look at your pussy springing a leak you horny little girl!", Mistress Lash dominantly taunted Octavia.
"I'm so weh-wet Mis-mis-mistress Lah-Lash.", Octavia mangled her words with her hard laughter, tickled so badly.
"Aw, poor baby girl is so wet, but Mistress Lash won't give you ANY relief, no Mistress Lash won't.", Mistress Lash mischievously taunted in baby talk.
Octavia's belly and ribs were being tickled so much that she could barely even breathe, just gasping for breath as she laughed so hard.
"And look at YOUR fountaining little pussy Fhimra!", Mistress Lash taunted the badly laughing Tzeentch worshipper.
"I'm wet as fuck over you, dominating me-he so gah-good!", Fhimra squealed adorably with heavy laughter.
"Your poor little fountain is not going to get any little rubs at ALL though, you are just going to be tickled on your middle as you waterfall away in frustration.", Mistress Lash teased sadistically, tickling both tickle slaves even harder on their tummies.
"That's so MEAN!", Fhimra gasped with overwhelmed laughter.
"It is isn't it.", Mistress Lash sadistically agreed.
Octavia's tummy tickled so SO much but she could feel her hands trapped behind the pole, with strong ropes gripping her wrists tightly so that she couldn't bring her hands from behind the pole to anywhere that would do her ticklish tummy any good!, Octavia squirmed like crazy but ropes binding her elbows stopped her from even pulling her arms sideways to try to slip her wrists free!
The ropes were tied perfectly so that Octavia never even had a chance of escaping, she couldn't even move her arms the way they needed to move to even *try* to wiggle free, she was completely unable to defend her own self!
The tickling fingers were absolutely merciless on Octavia's tummy, on a spot impossibly out of reach of her hands, on a spot where she couldn't even bend her body to try to dodge out of the way, a spot that was *immobile* and completely vulnerable!
Laughter fell out of Octavia's mouth unceasingly, it was impossible to hold the laughter in, her tummy tickled too much!
"I'm fucking dying here!", Fhimra pleaded in exhausted heavy gasping laughter, her bound body squirming energetically in vain.
"When you are dead I will stop.", Mistress Lash told Fhimra sweetly.
Fhimra exclaimed in dismay and continued to just laugh in torment, thrashing but barely moving in the ropes that refused to budge.
Octavia's face was wet all over with tears of laughter, laughing so hard as she futilely squirmed under her terrible wonderful stimulation. This wasn't going to stop anytime soon and she simply basked in the unendurable sensation.
"What's the matter?, Too exhausted to keep begging?", Mistress Lash taunted when the two tickle slaves stopped talking to just laugh for a while.
"What's the point?, You will just tease me!", Fhimra squealed.
"That is exactly what I will do, but it's more fun when you beg.", Mistress Lash teased Fhimra.
"I won't give you the satisfaction ma'am!", Fhimra squealed adorably.
"I will just have to tickle you even longer until you beg again, but then I won't stop because I don't show mercy to begging.", Mistress Lash taunted sadistically.
"Mercy ple-he-hees!", Fhimra pleaded in ticklish torment.
"That's much better, but of course I won't stop.", Mistress Lash said happily.
This teasing and taunting exchange continued for a while as the pair of naked tickle slaves squirmed howling with laughter in their ropes with their backs to poles, faces hanging down in exhaustion as they laughed with all of their energy.
It took a lot of stamina to be tickled like this for long periods, as all of the breath was laughed out and all of the energy was sacrificed to squirming. New tickle slaves almost always puked like Fhimra had in her first week, it took time to build up the stamina to take it for an entire day.
Octavia had been a tickle slave for years, and as a result she had the stamina of an endurance athlete, with the sort of resting heart rate usually only seen in elite long distance marathon runners. She did this so consistently and to such extremes on an average week that her body had adapted, making her surprisingly physically fit in endurance cardio. Octavia could be tickled breathless the whole day without even getting sick from it, she was just that acclimatised to it.
Fhimra on the other hand was coping less well. Thanks to her sadistic daily treatment she had gotten her stamina past the puking stage, but she was still not as endurance cardio fit as Octavia was yet. Fhimra was definitely getting steadily more stamina with each new day of mercilessly hard tickling, but she was still usually at least slightly exhausted by the end of each day and could sometimes get grumpy from this exhaustion.
It wasn't like Fhimra had much of a choice in the matter though. Having refused Owner Wendy's earlier offer to leave and find a new Domme, that clemency offer had now expired. Fhimra was now locked in her position as Owner Wendy's tickle slave, a tickle slave for life as Owner Wendy put it.
Fhimra had little choice in the fact that her ticklish body would eventually become supremely physically fit in cardio endurance, it was just going to happen.
Octavia didn't get the feeling that Fhimra was actually trapped in a situation against her choosing though, the Tzeentch worshipping submissive lesbian was too clever and cunning and sneaky for that. If Fhimra wanted out she was easily smart enough to figure out a way of talking Owner Wendy out of this. Fhimra was here because this was exactly where she wanted to be.
Fhimra right now looked like she was dying of laughter, but her pussy was visibly wet even to Octavia's limited vantage point. Fhimra was turned on and horny right now, far too horny to make it stop even if she had possessed that power.
Octavia smiled approvingly at Fhimra's attitude, feeling a bond with her fellow tickle slave girlfriend.
Octavia squealed and laughed and just about jumped out of her skin for a time, when Owner Wendy timidly entered the room wearing her dyke business pantsuit from work. Octavia frowned at the outfit, Owner Wendy should wear something more honouring to Slaanesh when she went to work.
Mistress Lash stopped tickling the two tickle slaves and greeted Owner Wendy with a passionate dominant kiss on the lips, the kiss extending to the point of awkwardness as the pair heavily made out.
Octavia and Fhimra squirmed slightly in their ropes against their poles, catching their breath as the kiss just extended on and on to the point of obscenity.
Mistress Lash was now dominantly pushing Owner Wendy back against the empty pole on Octavia's other side, kissing Owner Wendy back against the pole with passionate energy.
Owner Wendy had her eyes closed in submissive bliss from this kiss of her Dominatrix, and Octavia flushed with short lived unhappy jealousy.
Octavia would just have to get used to the fact that Mistress Lash would inevitably be Owner Wendy's new wife rather than Octavia, getting jealous wouldn't solve anything.
Mistress Lash was now stripping Owner Wendy by touch as she kissed her with eyes closed. Owner Wendy's face was now white with smudged geisha makeup from Mistress Lash's face.
Owner Wendy was stripped to reveal that she was wearing a stainless steel chastity belt on her crotch and a chastity bra on her massive chest, both locked with padlocks to prevent Owner Wendy from pleasuring herself without Mistress Lash's express permission.
Mistress Lash touched these metal chastity devices as she kissed Owner Wendy, and she then blindly reached into a kimono pocket and pulled out a key, never breaking the kiss for an instant.
Mistress Lash unlocked Owner Wendy's chastity devices by blind touch as she passionately kissed her with her eyes closed, and Owner Wendy's face looked completely smitten as the metal fell away to reveal two MASSIVE stainless steel dildos that were on the inside of the chastity belt, stuffing her two lower holes for the entire day.
Mistress Lash broke the kiss reluctantly at this point and picked up bundles of ropes, elegantly binding Owner Wendy naked to the pole just like the two tickle slaves.
Owner Wendy looked completely smitten and sexually flustered, her mouth open with awe and desire as her sexy naked body was flawlessly bound to the pole.
The moment the bondage was finished Mistress Lash kissed Owner Wendy again, and kept kissing her dominantly and passionately for what felt like five minutes in the addled time of the warp.
Octavia and even Fhimra were completely returned to normal breathing and composure by now, and both stood at ease in their ropes, waiting for something to happen to them.
Fhimra looked at Octavia in a fond romantic smile from her pole, turning her stripe patterned free head to face Octavia lovingly. Octavia smiled back at her fondly.
"I would kiss you right now if I could Octavia.", Fhimra said romantically.
"We are a little too tied up at the moment for that, but I would welcome it.", Octavia replied fondly.
Mistress Lash and Owner Wendy made a muffled "aw" at this romantic exchange, but were too busy kissing each other to react further.
"I still owe you a date, I wonder if we will be out of bondage for long enough tonight to do something fun together.", Octavia said sweetly to her girlfriend.
"I live in hope that we may, if not we will find some time eventually.", Fhimra replied fondly.
"You two are so adorable that you interrupted our kiss.", Mistress Lash chuckled with amused approval.
"May we please have some free time out of bondage this evening to go on a date together Ma'am?", Fhimra asked Mistress Lash hopefully.
"I haven't nearly finished tickling you yet.", Mistress Lash replied apologetically.
"Please?", Fhimra asked adorably.
"If you are both very good girls then after you get tickled clean in the bathroom I will let you have some free time, but you are not to leave the palace.", Mistress Lash offered strictly.
"Thank you Mistress Lash.", Octavia and Fhimra thanked gratefully in unison.
"But only if you are both good girls until then.", Mistress Lash added sternly.
"Yes Mistress Lash.", The pair of tickle slaves eagerly agreed.
Mistress Lash returned her attention to Owner Wendy, and the tickle slaves smiled at each other happily in excitement.
After enduring amounts and intensities of tickling that anyone else would consider completely abusive, the pair of tickle slaves were transferred between different types of bondage a few times, tickled even more abusively, sexually interfered with multiple times and tickled yet more, and the pair then *finally* found themselves chained naked in the bathroom.
The two tickle slaves were carefully shaved in strategic intimate places without even asking them, with their underarms in particular being shaved smoother than a baby's bum. They were both brutally tickled clean with Slaaneshi intensity using soapy scrubbing brushes and other hideously ticklish implements. Laughing themselves silly they were completely cleaned in every conceivable manner, even having their teeth dominantly brushed for them in between periods of having the toothbrush scrub their armpits. Toothpaste went everywhere.
Being a Slaanesh Champion's torture slave really was not for the faint of heart, and it could not be overemphasised just how EXTREME their daily lives were. But the tickling didn't actually kill them and they survived it, even if they laughed hysterically the entire time. They were tough girls who were hardened against tickle torture, even Fhimra was hardened to endure after what must surely be many weeks of warped time by now of this daily treatment.
They were both very good girls who took their hard tickling and sexual interference with perfect obedience and compliance, and Mistress Lash was as good as her word and unlocked them from all their chains and restraints, giving them the rest of the evening free to go on a romantic date together!
The two tickle slaves giggled happily to each other as they ran off holding hands in the nude, with Octavia leading the way.
The first stop was their slave cell that acted like their shared bedroom, (even though they rarely slept there), a room that contained most of the belongings that Owner Wendy was kind enough to let them "own". (The items of course belonged to Owner Wendy as slaves couldn't actually own anything themselves, but this was a mere technicality for day to day purposes.)
The pair of girlfriends dressed in beautiful clothes and put on makeup and perfume, doing their hair together in front of a slave wall mirror happily. They then walked out in high heels holding hands towards the palace kitchen.
"What are you two sluts doing in here?!", Fetter said grouchily as soon as they entered, busily cooking dinner for Owner Wendy and Mistress Lash in the kitchen already.
"We are having a romantic date tonight and I want to cook together with my girlfriend Fhimra as a fun couples activity.", Octavia explained.
"Aw, that's really romantic!", Fhimra said approvingly.
"I don't want the pair of you making a mess or getting in the way. Get out of the kitchen!", Fetter commanded meanly and crossly.
"But I had everything planned!", Octavia lamented tragically.
"I will smack both of your bottoms with a wooden spoon if you don't get the hell out of the kitchen!", Fetter warned angrily.
"Don't threaten us with a good time.", Fhimra quipped with razor sharp cheeky intelligence.
"Get out!", Fetter loudly shouted, pointing at the door.
The pair unhappily left, and Fhimra had the good sense to grab various fruits in a large bowl on the way out of the kitchen.
"Don't take that fruit bowl, that is for Wendy's table!", Fetter complained.
"She doesn't even eat it, just tell them that we took it for our date.", Fhimra retorted, walking out with Octavia.
"I'm so upset, I had this romantic evening planned cooking together and making cakes that looked like our faces with icing. I also wanted to smear your naked body with honey and lick it all off.", Octavia lamented sadly.
"Wait here a second.", Fhimra said and ducked back into the kitchen.
"Don't steal that honey you cheeky little slut!", Fetter's voice shouted angrily from inside.
Fhimra came out of the kitchen holding a big plastic bottle full of honey, a naughty multi-toothed grin on her stripy face.
Octavia smiled naughtily and chuckled.
"I'm sure we can figure something out my love.", Fhimra purred provocatively.
The pair wandered the palace aimlessly as Octavia tried to think up the details of a new romantic date, and they randomly reached a room full of painting supplies and canvases that Mistress Lash had decided to use as a painting art room for her geisha artistic pursuits.
"This looks perfect.", Fhimra said happily.
"Perfect for what?", Octavia asked.
"We can paint pictures together as a couple, maybe we could even paint on each other.", Fhimra said romantically.
"I thought I was supposed to be the one planning this date.", Octavia quipped.
"Ok, bossy, it was just a suggestion.", Fhimra replied playfully, her tone not at all really offended.
"I can't think, can we just pretend that this was my idea to paint together?", Octavia asked.
"This was all your idea, and it's VERY romantic.", Fhimra said, kissing Octavia on the lips briefly.
The pair of them sat together at a canvas stand holding a blank white rectangular canvas, with a little table beside them full of brushes and small paint tins. Fhimra picked up a paint brush happily.
"Are we really allowed to use this stuff?", Octavia asked anxiously, not wanting to get in trouble.
"These brushes and paints are cheap generic products, mass produced. Lash bought this stuff with her own limited money back before she dated Wendy, these things are cheap, easily replaced. The canvas too is cheap.", Fhimra rationalised.
"I'm still worried.", Octavia fretted.
"Wait here, I will go ask Lash if we can use it.", Fhimra said and left the room.
Octavia waited for so long that she got slightly worried. Fhimra then returned looking slightly disheveled with her face smile creased and her eyeliner streaked with messy tears.
"The pair of them tickled me for like five minutes. Lash said it's fine to use this stuff.", Fhimra explained grumpily.
Octavia relaxed and tidied up Fhimra's makeup for her. The pair sat once more and this time they both picked up paint brushes and opened the paint.
Fhimra started the painting by painting a single long double curving black line.
"Endless possibilities abound in a curving line, like the double curved line in the symbol of Tzeentch. A curving line can be the start of anything, you just add more curving lines, stroke after stroke, big and small, you can draw a face, a landscape, anything.", Fhimra explained animatedly.
"I can draw a fish.", Octavia said, painting a second line the other side around, with the lines meeting at one point to make the fish's nose and the lines overlapping at the other end to look like a tail, the way a child would draw a fish.
Fhimra blinked at this simplistic creation.
"The Jesus fish is indeed one possible picture a curving line can make, but I think I will add more detail.", Fhimra said slightly nonplussed, and added an artistic flaring line flowing back off the top of the fish, like the flowing sail-like top fin of some exotic fighting fish.
Octavia added a little dot for an eye on the fish.
Fhimra added more extremely intricate flaring fins like a born artist.
Octavia gave the fish a cute little smiling mouth like a child would draw.
Fhimra added amazing details to the back half of the fish as Octavia painted a nose, a second eye that looked weird on the fish but completed the smilie face. Octavia then painted some circles outside the fish to be little bubbles.
The pair put down their paintbrushes and looked at the fish.
The fins and back half of the fish looked absolutely incredible, like a fighting fish made out of fire, it looked so real as though painted by a professional artist.
The front half of the amazing fish looked like a small child's drawing and looked utterly ridiculous attached to the back half.
Octavia and Fhimra burst out laughing at the sight of what they had created.
"A metaphor for our pairing if ever I saw one.", Fhimra quipped.
"What's that supposed to mean?", Octavia asked unhappily.
"I didn't mean in any bad way my love.", Fhimra coaxed.
"I know I'm not as smart as other people. Everyone always tells me I'm stupid. They say it right to my face, Octavia the idiot. I didn't expect you to say it too…", Octavia said feeling hurt.
"I'm sorry Octavia. You are right and I'm sorry. Can you forgive me?", Fhimra apologised sincerely.
"I will get over it, I just get sensitive about being told I'm not smart.", Octavia said quietly.
"You have an acquired brain injury, don't you.", Fhimra said sympathetically and with quiet seriousness.
"I, I don't know what that is, it sounds bad, I hope not!", Octavia fretted.
"Oh?, But from what little I can just make out from your strands of fate I thought I saw you suffering a brain injury of some sort?, Did I read the fate strands wrong?, Maybe I read them wrong?", Fhimra backpedaled furiously.
"You can see fate?", Octavia asked worriedly.
"Not well, not like a psyker can. I can pray to Tzeentch and get the faintest vaguest feeling, like something I can't quite see but I vaguely sense the outline of. It's far from reliable. But because you are my biggest hope I pray about you often and I catch vague suggestions of your fate strand in the eyes of Tzeentch. I thought that you suffered a brain injury around twenty years ago, some damage to the frontal or prefrontal cortex. I guess I was very wrong in my reading then.", Fhimra explained apologetically, looking embarrassed.
Octavia got a vague nebulous feeling that she indeed HAD been smarter at some point, and that about twenty years ago she suddenly became less smart without warning. The troubled look appeared in her face.
"Something *did* happen twenty years ago?", Fhimra asked delicately.
"I, I don't know. I don't know…", Octavia said feeling deeply troubled.
"These things happen sometimes, they can happen when you're asleep, maybe you stopped breathing for a while in the night, maybe a blood clot, some physical damage to the brain?", Fhimra suggested very gently and compassionately.
"I don't know. Owner Wendy would have told me if something like that happened to me.", Octavia reminded Fhimra.
"What if she didn't want to hurt you and deliberately didn't tell you…", Fhimra quietly suggested.
"No, no this is silly!, You are making a mistake and I'm getting paranoid. Stop this topic and let's paint another picture.", Octavia dismissed.
Fhimra paused in silence for a moment but then nodded and dropped the entire topic.
The pair of them painted together for a while, then hand fed each other fruit romantically. They then made out for a while, then stripped naked on the floor, then they got the honey and smeared it all over each other and played a game of naked-honey-tickle-wrestling, which was exactly what it sounded like, and exactly as messy and injury prone too.
After slipping over and almost getting concussed, with lumps on both their heads, the pair decided that honey wrestling on a smooth metal floor was probably not the safest thing they could be doing, and they settled for laying on the floor and licking each other clean of honey, which was as erotic as it sounded.
All sticky with honey and saliva, Octavia lay naked with the equally sticky Fhimra wrapped in her sticky arms, their mouths sickly sweet with way too much honey.
It had been very erotic but also very messy, they both desperately needed a shower and this floor needed to be cleaned or they would get pest insects multiplying in the palace.
"This was so hot but I feel SO gross now. Let's not use honey next time.", Fhimra mused.
Octavia responded by tickling Fhimra's ribs mischievously, but she was so damn sticky that the tickle was ruined.
"Ha, I'm too sticky to tickle!", Fhimra laughed in playful triumph.
Octavia kissed her instead, but even this was sticky.
"We *desperately* need a shower.", Fhimra stated with a groan.
Octavia nodded her sticky head and the honey smeared pair walked to the nearest shower with sticky footprints, and erotically washed each other clean very romantically, having wonderful shower sex.
They dutifully mopped the floors clean of honey when they were finished, and they took their paintings. Octavia hung their mismatched fish painting above the slave cot in their slave cell, giggling at the stupid looking smilie face on the beautifully drawn fish.
The pair then finished off this romantic evening with some really hot sex in their shared slave cot, and they then lay naked under the covers wrapped in each other's arms.
They forgot all about the discussion of Octavia having a brain injury, and the pair of lovers fell asleep peacefully in each other's tender intimate embrace…
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