Chapter 25H
It took some amount of time to complete most of the minor repairs in the Slaanesh aligned fleet in orbit around Štękżå'räšh, though the exact amount of time was highly uncertain and debatable in the maddening temporal vagaries of the warp this deep in the Maelstrom.
Štękżå'räšh was not quite so deep in the Maelstrom as the sanity shattering Stōørølø was, but it was still deep in the zone of madness and time flowed very jarringly and strangely. The fleet was heading in a line more or less towards the much more habitable outer edge of the Maelstrom, planning to conquer every daemon world in their path, but they had only made it to Štękżå'räšh so far.
Štękżå'räšh was habitable in the most generous sense of the word, in that it had a volcanic fume choked but still (only just) breathable atmosphere, and a surface that was geologically stable enough in some places to build permanent cities and infrastructure. It had some scattered small oceans of extremely salty water that rivers of lava constantly flowed into, making the water steam and the ocean very warm, but this water could be desalinated with technology into drinkable freshwater.
Štękżå'räšh even had food of a sort, thick green goo coated every submerged rock in the shallows of the bitterly salty seas, slimy films of salt loving photosynthetic microbes that fed on sunlight and produced the oxygen that made the air breathable. On every wave swept shore more types of green goo could be found, going as far as the ground remained permanently dampened. Beyond these damp areas could be found grey-green lichen type organisms growing on random rocks, adding yet another type of biomass that was technically speaking edible with effort.
In addition to this primitive native life on the planet, Štękżå'räšh was infested with all of the usual pests that humans brought with them, from insects to rats to noxious weeds that grew in the few places with enough dew fall to moisten the soil with fresh water each morning. By combining the green goo and lichens with the boiled leaves of weeds and the meat of pest animals and insects, the local Khorne worshipping tribesmen and other humans had scraped out an adequate diet with every essential the human body needed. (Cannibalism of their own dead had also helped).
It wasn't much, but it was a place where life was possible indefinitely as long as you avoided the lava and volcanoes, not abundant but at least sustainable if the population wasn't too large. With regular supply ships coming from Stōørølø laden with food this food supply question wasn't even an issue at all, and huge silos full of Stōørølø grain were being set up all over Štękżå'räšh prudently in preparation just in case the planet was ever cut off from food imports, enough grain to last years if necessary.
The most heavily damaged ships in orbit were being towed back to Stōørølø for repairs at the highly established shipyards in its orbit, not just the damaged Slaanesh ships but also the wrecked Khorne ships left behind by the battle, they could also be salvaged with enough time, and the time warp around Stōørølø would greatly reduce the time it would take from the perspective of the fleet outside.
For now the fleet fortified the orbit of Štękżå'räšh like they had with Stōørølø, setting up orbital batteries and floating fortresses, big guns and missile systems, space docks and floating mass produced hive cities to man everything. It had to hold out against recapture once the fleet moved on, and needed to be far more fortified than the Khorne forces had bothered with.
The Dark Mechanicum was out in force building insane orbital fortification projects, mass producing orbital mine fields to force approaching ships into the optimum firing positions of gun batteries, adding outer orbit layers of defences to exhaust enemy fleets before they even got to the main defensive lines in lower orbits, all meticulously planned to force enemies into prepared kill zones as much as possible.
The planet surface was still being feverishly built upon, while other bits of the surface were strip mined for materials for all the construction going on both on land and in orbit. Civil engineers were quibbling about "settling" the ground before building on it, and the impatient fleet bypassed this delay by building only on places with raw exposed bedrock, so that ridges and headlands and crags were stuffed with new construction of cities and temples and fortresses and industrial complexes, as dusty plains were ignored but for the occasional power lines and open cut mines. It was all very silly and impatient.
The Sevensons didn't care, this planet was not a place they wanted to devote enormous time to settling properly, this was just a way station and secondary source of raw mineral materials. Only as a last resort would they ever actually live here for any length of time.
That being said, the high ranking Sevenson women still ordered the construction of opulent personal dwellings on the most beautiful and important places, just in case they ever had to stay here on some business. With their Night Lords enslaved to their will these women could make any demands they liked, with money being no real obstacle for those who could order Night Lords to simply take anything they desired.
Down on the surface of Štękżå'räšh one Wendy Sevenson was currently inhabiting one half built dungeon palace on a picturesque coastal headland, as her own home onboard the Nightmare Asylum was being airtight sealed and very thoroughly exposed to the hard vacuum of space through atmospheric venting pipes, in the hope that the vacuum would suck away every last whiff of the overpowering perfume.
The half built palace on the surface was dark and open to the volcanic air outside through huge missing sections of walls that were still being built, but at least a few of the basement dungeon rooms were completed with full plumbing and electrics, with the bare essentials for life. Wendy was still working very long hours, but she could simply teleport to and from the Nightmare Asylum instantly at a designated teleportarium pad in a dark Mechanicum building five minutes walking distance from this palace, the location wasn't a problem.
The palace on the surface had a large number of tradesmen scurrying around it, and had all of the usual features of an ongoing construction site, with tools and equipment and building supplies everywhere, with huge site lights set up to illuminate the work areas. It was noisy and it smelled, and privacy was in short supply. The tradesmen had many Tzeentch worshipping slaves from Stōørølø to help them with manual labor, speeding construction somewhat, but it still took time to construct a kinky dungeon palace like this…
***…
Octavia the tickle slave was sweating as she hung naked from the ceiling in ropes, giggling with laughter as a daemonette delicately tickled her with a razor sharp bone claw that left fine little bleeding cuts in her delicate skin.
"I don't like this!", Fhimra giggled in fearful dismay, laying hogtied naked on the floor on her belly with five daemonettes caressing her own feet with razor sharp claws, tickling her but also drawing blood.
The Slaanesh lesser daemons laughed sadistically at Fhimra's distress and caressed her bleeding feet even more.
Octavia laughed with orgasmic tickled pleasure as a claw delicately sliced her armpit in a way that tickled intensely, squirming in the ropes reflexively as she hung from the dungeon ceiling being tickled. Her long curly brown hair was tied back with a rope to the ceiling, forcing her to keep her laughing head back, and she had a short pole wedged between her back and her elbows, with her wrists tied together at her front so that her arms were useless, and the short pole wedging her elbows was tied to a rope hanging from the ceiling, supporting most of her weight through her bent elbows and her tied wrists against her tummy. Lastly Octavia's ankles were tied together with another rope, and further tied to a rope hanging from the ceiling to take the rest of her weight to the relief of her aching arms and hair.
Octavia wasn't going anywhere in this bondage and couldn't really do anything except laugh as she was tickled like this.
Mistress Lash was sitting on her shins at the other end of the room and repeatedly bending forward to bow down to an idol of the 8 pointed star of Chaos Undivided, in between presenting the idol with offerings of fragrant burning incense sticks and chanting worship to the gods. The warp saturated air of this daemon world pulsed slightly around Mistress Lash as she worshipped the entire chaos pantheon in deep worship, the gods fed and strengthened by this act, much to the approval of the daemonettes in the room.
Štękżå'räšh, (however the heck it was pronounced), was a daemon world of Slaanesh, and technically it was forbidden by Slaanesh for any other god to be worshipped here. But chaos undivided included Slaanesh in its pantheon, so this worship was permitted as it was still worshipping Slaanesh if the prayer rituals were carefully chosen just right as Mistress Lash was doing.
As a daemon world of Slaanesh, lesser Slaanesh daemons could spontaneously appear out of the air in this place wherever there was enough lust or Slaanesh worship, and Mistress Lash's prayers to Chaos Undivided had apparently been potent enough to cause six daemonettes to puff into existence in the room out of (the warp saturated) thin air.
Octavia and Fhimra had already been bound like this being tickled by Mistress Lash earlier, and Mistress Lash had stopped tickling them to pray for a while, leaving the two tickle slaves bound. Then a few minutes into the prayers six daemonettes had puffed into existence in the room and had immediately started tickling the two tickle slaves, much to Octavia's delight.
Mistress Lash was aware of the daemonettes and was subtly watching them, but she hadn't stopped in her worship, merely silently making sure that the two women were safe.
While Octavia had one of the daemonettes tickling her with a razored claw, the other five had shown extreme interest in the Tzeentch worshipping Fhimra, and they had been extremely cruel to her in some desire to milk the maximum sensation from this worshipper of another god, to commandeer this Tzeentch worshipper to feed energy to Slaanesh instead through this excess.
"Stop forcing me to be horny!, Get out of my mind with your daemonic influence!", Fhimra snapped at the daemonettes tickling her, her voice sounding cross but extremely horny.
"No don't put your tongue up my ass!", Fhimra further complained in a voice of sexual fluster, the paler patches of her face blushing redly as a daemonette bobbed its beautiful erotic face above her backside, an astonishingly long tongue sticking out and disappearing inside Fhimra's back passage.
The daemonettes got a second of their number to put a long tongue in Fhimra's pussy, and soon the Tzeentch girl was loudly cumming with impressive vocalisation, her face scrunched up in orgasm.
For a while Fhimra was just pleasured in the extreme to hijack Tzeentch's worshipper to feed lust to Slaanesh, and Octavia was wonderfully pleasured with bleeding tickles as her own excess was fed to Slaanesh.
"Please no more, Tzeentch is getting cross now!", Fhimra pleaded orgasmically.
"Focus on Octavia for a few minutes submissives!", Mistress Lash ordered the daemonettes with severe dominatrix authority, picking up a whip warningly.
The daemonettes moaned at this command but didn't obey, and Mistress Lash stopped worshipping to get up and flog the Slaaneshi daemons brutally hard.
The daemonettes were kinky creatures and responded orgasmically to the dominatrix, moaning in pleasure from the whip and leaving Fhimra alone to grovel before Mistress Lash in delight, enjoying the whip and the stern words.
Octavia sighed in disappointment as even her own daemonette stopped caressing her body to grovel under the whip for a while, and Octavia noticed that Mistress Lash had opened her kimono and pulled down her panties, holding a vibrating wand bulb hard against her own pussy as she flogged the daemonettes very sadistically. Clearly Mistress Lash was getting extremely horny from this sadism and the daemonettes were deliberately enflaming this lust to feed Slaanesh.
Mistress Lash orgasmed loudly and more daemonettes puffed into existence from her extreme pleasure and lust. Mistress Lash flogged these new ones too, and she began to straddle a six breasted daemonette with a huge dick under its loincloth, guiding the cock inside her pussy and dominantly fucking it.
Fhimra was making more orgasm noises of dismay as another daemonette with a dick rolled her hogtied body over and fucked her, and Mistress Lash angrily flogged the culprit until it stopped.
Octavia herself was soon moaning in orgasm as an extremely long daemonette tongue found her pussy, the pleasure daemon could make a mortal cum harder than almost anything else could!
Octavia gasped as brutally hard orgasms punched inside her mind with unnatural force, pleasure far harder than anything naturally felt, and she moaned and screamed as it continued to overwhelm her with agonisingly extreme pleasure.
Mistress Lash had no objections to Octavia being pleasured like this, and Octavia got to bask in this god of all orgasms for what felt like hours, her mouth drooling as she hung in a pleasure coma of perfect ecstasy, mind completely blank as the pleasure drove out all room for thoughts.
Octavia was like a pleasure vegetable for an eternally long period, her mind empty and her psyche consumed by nothing else but pleasure. She wasn't awake, but wasn't asleep either, but she was like a sleeper, her mind so oblivious in the orgasmic pleasure.
At a certain point Octavia really was asleep, the pleasure high so sweet and comfortable that she completely passed out, but even in her sleep she orgasmed, being in the closest thing to heaven that existed in the mortal world.
***…
Fhimra Pyrestrength the tickle slave patted Octavia's sweaty hair worriedly trying to wake her. She had been asleep even before she was untied and had not responded as she lay naked on the dungeon floor free of the ropes.
Lash had eventually untied the two tickle slaves and tied up the daemons in their place, and the air was now filled with melodic haunting daemonette laughter as Lash tickled the kinky daemons mercilessly in bondage. (The daemonettes liked it.)
Fhimra was covered with sweat and felt very hot. Octavia was likewise sweating all over and even Lash had stripped naked to cool down, her elegant slender olive skinned body glistening all over with shiny sweat in a way that was very sexually provocative.
This dungeon was hot, and it was getting hotter.
Štękżå'räšh was a hot planet of deserts and volcanoes and rivers of lava, and it was swelteringly hot in climate. The dust kicked up by the orbital bombardment had blocked out the sun as black as night, creating a temporary nuclear winter, but that dust was useless to cool down a literal river of lava.
This palace happened to be built on a rocky coastal headland that was in reality the front end of a long massive ridge line of volcano mountains stretching back for hundreds of miles, and these volcanoes collectively generated a huge river of lava on each side of the ridge, two scalding hot lava rivers that flowed to either side of the headland and into the hissing sea, creating a huge lava delta out into the sea that was solid black crust on the top but red hot molten lava just beneath, with hissing seawater splashing through this irregular hell scape in shallow channels and rock pools, quickly boiling away to salt and brine, and bathing the entire headland in shifting clouds of disgustingly hot and humid steam.
The entire headland and ridge behind it was rapidly being built into a city, with a hastily built floating seaport on the end of the headland serving as its line of transport and communication to the other parts of the planet. It was in an extremely defensible position against land attack, with the sea on one end, literally rivers of lava to either side, and hundreds of miles of volcanic ridges between this city and the closest safe land connection. Even better the rivers of lava on either side spread out across a wide area of glowing red lava flats with black bergs of floating hard black rock, tens of miles across in places, so that enemy ground armies would be hard pressed to even get their standard artillery pieces close enough to the city to fire on it.
Anti air guns and surface to air missiles were set up all across the ridge and headland near the growing city, to defend against enemy air attacks, and an energy void shield projector was in the process of being constructed in the middle of the city to defend against orbital bombardment. It even had ground laser lance batteries being built that were rated to attack fully fledged void war ships, so that the city could shoot back at any orbital bombardment. When finished this city would be extremely defensible against all but the most extreme attacks.
Beyond being defensible, this location sandwiched between two lava rivers and a water sea had the mother of all easily exploitable heat differentials, making generating geothermal electricity positively easy. Some cooling seawater pumps, some pipes, some fresh water working fluid, a steam turbine, a heat exchanger plate hung a few inches above the lava, another pipe to flush away the now hot seawater cooling fluid, instant easy geothermal electricity. Cheap, easy, quick, scalable and infinitely renewable, far cheaper and less complicated than even bothering with plasma fusion reactors when the energy was already all right there for the taking.
And beyond being defensible and having abundant energy resources and seawater access for transportation and desalinated drinking water, this location was just so damn pretty and picturesque. Standing on a majestic headland overlooking two rivers of lava meeting the sea was just a beautiful sight to behold, probably the prettiest geographical location on the entire planet and something that people of means would pay a lot of money to see from the windows of their expensive towers. It just had so many perks as a place to build a city.
But for all its perks this location had one HUGE drawback, it was HOT!
Rivers of lava, (strangely), tended to be quite hot, and being sandwiched between two really massive ones on a relatively narrow headland ridge line was quite a toasty location, with only cool air from the sea breezes keeping the temperature bearable at all. The rest of the planet might be gripped by the nuclear winter from hell, but this lava sided ridge was still hot as hell. No amount of cooling the rest of the planet would really do much to make this location cooler.
The lava was so hot that it even kept the sea warm during this nuclear winter blackout that was blocking out the sun even at midday, the deserts might freeze with frost and snow as this nuclear winter went on, but this ridge and this salty sea would remain warm no matter what. The sea would be lucky to see a single shard of ice before the dust settled from the stratosphere and light returned to the planet.
Fhimra was sweating badly, and it was getting worse. The dungeon was hot and humid, with hot air coming inside through the gaping holes in other parts of the half built palace. It had been cooler earlier from a strong sea breeze, but the wind seemed to have changed direction and was now blowing sweltering lava heated air over the headland!
"How much longer until the air conditioning is installed in this place Mistress Lash?", Fhimra asked hopefully.
"Not soon enough I fear.", Lash replied sounding overheated as she tickled the bound daemonettes.
Fhimra nodded grimly and sat down on the floor, looking around for a fan of some sort.
Fhimra was clever enough to see how a nearby power tool could be slightly modified to act like an electric fan, and timidly got to work rigging up a fan.
Fhimra activated the tool and was rewarded with a steady stream of air that slightly cooled her by evaporating some of her sweat. It was still pretty humid however and it was only partially effective at cooling her down.
Fhimra stopped using this fan and prudently took off the Jerry rigged adaptations before the tradesman who owned the tool got cross, she then went to a sink in another room with working plumbing and filled a plastic bucket with desalinated water that was slightly cooler than the sweltering air temperature.
Fhimra carried the bucket back into the earlier dungeon room and put it on the floor in front of a chair, then she sat down with her hot sweaty feet in the cooler bucket water and groaned as it cooled her down a bit.
Fhimra wet a rag and rubbed it over her naked body to replace the hot sweat with cooler water, groaning with pleasure as she cooled down wonderfully.
Lash noticed what Fhimra was doing and dominantly commanded Fhimra to give her a cooling sponge bath with cool water on a sponge, and Fhimra submissively obeyed, sponging the naked geisha as she sadistically tickled the bound daemonettes, (who seemed unbothered by the heat).
Fhimra dutifully cooled Lash right down with thorough pampering from the cool sponge, and was rewarded for this with a smarting spanked bottom that made Fhimra feel horny.
Fhimra then dutifully washed the sleeping Octavia cool with the sponge, but was given another spanking for "daring to use the same sponge that had washed a dominant goddess on the unworthy body of a mere tickle slave", which made Fhimra feel even more wet and horny from this dominant treatment.
Fhimra made a point of using a humble wet rag to wash Octavia cool, running the cool wet rag between Octavia's massive sweaty breasts with a thrill of pleasure on Fhimra's part. Octavia was so damn sexy and touching her huge glistening sweaty tits like this was wonderfully arousing for Fhimra's poor damp little pussy.
Fhimra enjoyed herself as she explored her girlfriend's incredible body, touching her everywhere as she washed her clean and cool. Octavia groaned femininely with pleasure and stirred awake with a ticklish giggle from Fhimra's touch, opening her beautiful brown eyes.
"You are finally awake girlfriend.", Fhimra said fondly.
Octavia responded by poking Fhimra in the ribs making her flinch and laugh from a tickling jolt, and Octavia sat up as Fhimra giggled submissively with a wonderful thrill.
"That orgasm was wonderful.", Octavia said happily with a yawn, stretching her arms above her head to try to tempt Fhimra to tickle her armpits.
Fhimra obligingly tickled Octavia's armpits softly with her fingertips, making her giggle with delight but keep holding her arms above her head to get tickled even more.
Fhimra kept tickling Octavia's intoxicatingly sexy body, and the insanely beautiful woman laughed beautifully and put her arms around Fhimra's neck intimately, still deliberately not protecting her tickled armpits.
Fhimra kissed Octavia lovingly as the slender arms wrapped her neck softly, and Octavia returned the kiss warmly, putting her tongue in Fhimra's mouth erotically.
Fhimra felt wonderful as she made out with this insanely sexy woman, completely infatuated with this woman to the point of near obsession. This sexy provocative thing was Fhimra's "greatest hope", something absolutely huge to any Tzeentch worshipper. Fhimra desired above all other things to be romantically intimate with and sexually submissive towards Octavia, she wanted to be with this woman and grow old with her, she wanted to be in lifelong sexual submission to this tickling obsessed kinky woman. Fhimra all but worshipped the woman.
Being erotically kissed by the object of her desire like this gave Fhimra a wonderful feeling of completion, the hope so close that the hope's tongue was in Fhimra's mouth right now!
Octavia's hands slid down Fhimra's body and her fingertips suddenly dug into Fhimra's ribs, tickling her TERRIBLY!
Fhimra was not at all surprised at this as she squealed with laughter, she would have been more surprised if Octavia hadn't tickled her. Octavia loved to tickle others almost as much as she liked to be tickled herself and was a woman who loved to tickle as an act of affection. Little pokes and squeezes all throughout the day were one of the ways Octavia expressed her affection to Fhimra, a tickle being similar to a kiss for Octavia, and Octavia both kissed and tickled Fhimra extremely often each day.
Fhimra curled up defensively from the hellishly intense tickling, and Octavia kept kissing her laughing mouth even as she tickled Fhimra, just being affectionate in her own unique way.
Fhimra felt wonderful as she was both kissed and tickled like this, feeling wonderfully submissive from this treatment and getting thrills of genuine pleasure from the hard tickling, just pleasure that was unendurable.
Fhimra liked that she couldn't endure this pleasure but was still forced to feel it, she loved feeling like she wasn't in control and was being dominated, forced to endure extremes to find pleasures that she herself couldn't bring herself to taste without this domination.
Octavia still didn't stop, and wrestled the highly submissive Fhimra into a vulnerable position with her arms held together above her head from behind by an arm around her elbows, Fhimra could feel Octavia's massive bare tits pressing into her naked back, thrilling from the pleasure of this skin on skin. Octavia's free hand played over Fhimra's ribs and armpits, making her squeal with laughter, tickled so hard that it was scary.
The squealing laughing giggling Fhimra felt wonderful as she was held and tickled like this, loving being dominated like this in this intensely sexually provocative way. Endorphins and adrenaline flooded her body like a sweet drug, and her pussy was like a lake of wetness and arousal.
Fhimra happily basked in this highly ticklish happy place, being sexually dominated by the object of her hope, and she felt complete and content in life. Tzeentch wouldn't be happy if her contentment lasted long term, as that would still the hopeful striving for the future, but for short periods of bliss Fhimra was allowed to feel these moments of peace and completion.
For maybe ten minutes the badly laughing Fhimra was tickle dominated like this by Octavia, but the pair of them got too hot and sweaty to continue, and frantically cooled off with cool wet rags on their skin and faces, sluggishly reducing their sweaty bodies back down to a comfortable temperature.
"It's getting really humid in here the more you two use those wet rags to cool off, I want you both to go somewhere else if you're going to keep doing that.", Lash said dominantly, looking sweaty again.
Fhimra and Octavia submissively agreed and left the dungeon room, refilling their now room temperature bucket with cooler fresher water. They then explored the partially built palace, pausing periodically to wet themselves cool with a wet rag from the bucket.
Tradesmen and male Tzeentch worshipping labor slaves paused in their work at the site of the pair of naked young women exploring the building, their eyes glued in particular to Octavia's massive glistening wet breasts.
The men knew that these women were the tickle slaves of the owner of this building and knew that they were in the building, but they still looked shocked every time they saw the beautiful naked things, stunned even to see them.
Fhimra was not as jaw droppingly stunning as Octavia, but Fhimra was certainly not ugly, being best described as extremely cute, a small slender little thing with quite respectable tits for a woman of her size and build, with a perky bottom and some sexy broadness to her otherwise slender hips. She had thigh gap, she had a cute face and a cute body, small and cute but still in no way ugly apart from her mutations. Her many toes were not all that noticeable and her multiple rows of teeth were only noticeable when she opened her mouth wide, her striped skin was weird but not actually ugly, if anything her skin made her look exotic and interesting.
The Tzeentch worshipping tribesmen labor slaves from Stōørølø in particular noticed the naked Fhimra, seeing instantly that she was a female of their kind, seeing from her subtle body language that she worshipped Tzeentch, and oh how they looked at Fhimra's glistening wet naked body, looking her up and down hopefully, desiring her intimate touch.
Fhimra tensed at this attention but the men didn't dare touch her, knowing that they would potentially face the wrath of Fhimra's owner if they touched her unbidden. The tradesmen locked eyes with these slaves, subtly shaking their heads and whispering "it's not worth it". The slaves subtly nodded back in disappointment and didn't touch Fhimra, (though they did try to hit on her).
Fhimra politely turned down these attempts at hitting on her, explaining that she was a lesbian as an excuse to let them down easy without wounding their pride. Fhimra further reinforced this by holding Octavia's hand, telling them that Octavia was her girlfriend. The men were disappointed but they stopped hitting on both her and Octavia after this information.
The pair of naked tickle slaves continued to explore the half built palace as the men silently watched their bodies, exploring every room and looking at everything they could find. The daemonettes in the palace seemed disinterested in something so boring as men at work, and seemed to be sticking to the dungeon with Lash where they would get pleasured by the dominatrix geisha, leaving the men undisturbed in their work.
Fhimra and Octavia were causing a considerable distraction walking around the site naked, and the visible bulge of erections swelled in the front of their pants, making the men look embarrassed and turn their bodies away in shame!
Fhimra blushed scarlet and led Octavia to a deserted room with two walls missing, giving a magnificent view of the lava delta outside beyond the headland, and a view of where it seemed to meet the dark sea, with the flashing lights of warning buoys shining off the water showing where the lava met the sea proper.
The sky outside was pitch black but for a red glow that seemed to be reflected back down from the glowing lava below, but the surface view was anything but black, with the red and orange glow of lava shining brightly in the darkness, radiating fierce heat against Fhimra's skin.
The air stank of brimstone and lava fumes, but it smelled way less bad than the perfume had smelled. The air was breathable if hot and stinky, but the air was also very humid, with mist and steam visibly sizzling off hot rocks in the confusing delta where water and lava mixed with the help of countless small water filled channels in the cracks of the lava rock, creating a hell scape of rushing in seawater that boiled away as fast as it could flow in, leaving huge salt formations on the steaming rocks.
The steam boiled off this delta seemed to be periodically blown by the wind directly into the headland, drenching everything with condensation and driving the hot humidity up to disgusting extremes.
Fhimra and Octavia relied heavily on the wet rags from the bucket to keep cool. How the men could work in this heat was a mystery to Fhimra.
The pair sat together on a pallet of waterproof plastic cement bags under their bare bottoms, with the bucket sitting in Octavia's lap. They periodically dipped their rags into the bucket to cool down their hot skin with the water, both feeling a little bit gross in this hellish inferno.
Hellish inferno might be fitting for a daemon world, but it wasn't fun to live in. They really desperately needed that air conditioning up and running if they were going to keep living in this disgustingly hot place.
The pair of them eventually couldn't stand the heat of the lava even with their bucket, and they went deeper into the palace and had a cold shower together just to cool off, (with about a dozen men gawking at the naked women showering, the room with the shower still lacking one inside wall).
Octavia wanted to play in the shower but Fhimra got embarrassed by their (very eager) male audience, and stopped her, simply cooling down and washing quickly, then leaving the shower with Octavia to find a quiet room.
They entered a room full of inflatable floor mattresses that served as a bedroom for Wendy and Lash and Fetter and the two tickle slaves, finding Fetter asleep on her floor bed and snoring without any bedding, naked to keep cool (but for an old lady adult diaper).
Fhimra opened up her suitcase and pulled out panties and a bra, planning to put them on.
"We don't have permission to put on clothes remember.", Octavia reminded Fhimra.
"But the place is full of men who keep looking at my bits and pieces, surely underwear is fine?", Fhimra insisted.
"We are SLAVES Fhimra, we have to do what we are told.", Octavia reminded Fhimra.
"But it's humiliating. I will go ask Lash, surely it will be ok.", Fhimra said and went to the dungeon room holding her underwear.
"Can I please wear these underwear to stop the men looking at me Mistress Lash?", Fhimra asked hopefully when she entered the dungeon.
"Permission denied.", Lash replied with a sadistic smile.
"But…"
"No buts!", Lash snapped and gave Fhimra a spanking for challenging her decision.
"Why do you want me to stay naked Mistress Lash?", Fhimra asked submissively.
"Because it's good training to remind you of your place as an *obedient* submissive, it's nice for me to look at, and because I said so.", Lash explained dominantly.
"It's humiliating Mistress Lash.", Fhimra quietly informed her.
"I should certainly hope so, that's the point. I'm training you to be a perfectly submissive tickle slave, and doing humiliating things is a good way to teach you to let go of your pride and submit without question. Nudity in front of men won't hurt anything but your pride, and it will help you learn to obey sadistic commands without question as a submissive.", Lash explained with a sadistic sort of kindness.
Fhimra paused at this explanation.
"Thank you for training me to submit and thank you for explaining it to me Mistress Lash.", Fhimra replied respectfully, feeling wonderful hope and relief that this sadism at least had a reason that Fhimra actually wanted.
Fhimra genuinely did want to be trained as a sub, she did want to learn new things and to improve as a sub. As mean as this was at least it was intended to help Fhimra achieve one of her secondary hopes of becoming a better trained sub.
Fhimra took her leave and returned to Octavia in slight humiliation.
"Permission denied.", Fhimra said in defeat, putting the underwear back in her suitcase.
"Tickle slaves have to do as we are told. After a while you learn to not even question orders, you just obey.", Octavia said sympathetically.
"Does it ever bother you?", Fhimra asked seriously.
"Sometimes, but usually not really. I get tickled constantly so I am pretty happy in life, being ordered to do anything besides being tickled is only a small part of most days, I just obey and feel grateful for all the wonderful pleasure I am given.", Octavia said contentedly.
"You have a beautiful attitude Octavia, I would love to be as content and happy as you are one day.", Fhimra praised her approvingly.
"I don't know why you aren't so happy already, being a tickle slave is literally heaven. We both live in a heaven of ticklish delights, life is SO good and I'm so thankful to BE a tickle slave. Some people pay a *fortune* for this stuff with professional dominatrices but we get it for FREE with full room and board!", Octavia exclaimed excitedly.
Fhimra smiled at this thought, finding Octavia adorable. For someone with Octavia's specific kinks her current life would indeed be heavenly, it was completely logical for Octavia to be so happy and content.
"I am grateful, so SO grateful. I know that what I have is an enormous blessing. I'm just… I'm just not used to it I guess. In time I hope to get completely comfortable with my life as a tickle slave, I'm just not used to it.", Fhimra told Octavia reassuringly.
"You have already come so far from the girl who used to puke and shit yourself after only a few hours of my tickling, I'm proud of you for getting this far, so proud of you.", Octavia encouraged Fhimra sweetly, dim as she was Octavia really could be a sweet woman who said warmly encouraging things.
Fhimra smiled at this sentiment, feeling wonderfully better about herself.
"By Tzeentch you are right, I never thought I could make it this far but I did. I never thought I would get used to the tickling enough to stop puking, but I did. I'm a far tougher person now, my body has so much more stamina that it's incredible.", Fhimra fondly agreed.
"It will keep getting easier over time, your body will get so much stamina that you'll never feel exhausted, then you will be able to enjoy the tickling all day long without the annoying feeling of having no stamina left. (So long as you aren't starving). It only gets better.", Octavia promised sweetly.
"It still tickles like crazy though.", Fhimra chuckled.
"In some ways it actually gets even more ticklish when your body is fully fit, you don't have breathlessness numbing your senses anymore. It gets wonderfully worse, just as it should be.", Octavia said lustfully.
Fhimra shivered slightly at this, her ticklish skin crawling with dreadful anticipation.
"I'm not looking forward to that, well I am, but I'm not. I love being tickled, I mean I HATE it, but I love it, but I'm just too ticklish, it's so intense that I feel like I will die even though I love it.", Fhimra confided honestly.
"I'm even more ticklish than you are. A small part of me absolutely hates it, it's absolutely torture for part of me, but a far bigger part of me loves it more than anything else I could ever feel, it's even better than sex for me, it's like an orgasm that goes on and on. An orgasm lasts seconds but a tickle can last for hours, so a tickle is better!", Octavia said excitedly.
"I like being tickled as foreplay, but the orgasm at the end is still my favourite pleasure.", Fhimra happily admitted.
"What do you feel when you get tickled?", Octavia asked Fhimra, but not the first time she had asked Fhimra this question. Octavia was obsessed with tickling and liked to talk about it repetitively the way obsessed people do.
"Depends who is doing it. If it's a guy it just makes me go crazy and feel tickled and tormented, I don't like it. But if it's a sexy woman tickling me then I get wet and horny from it, it drives me crazy and torments me but I also get a wonderful thrill of pleasure from it. It makes me feel so dominated, and I love feeling dominated by sexy women like you.", Fhimra humoured Octavia's obsessive question lovingly.
"I know I keep talking about the same thing over and over again, but I just love it so much.", Octavia apologised sweetly.
"We are tickle slaves, it's not unusual that we should talk about it.", Fhimra lovingly encouraged.
"It's nice having a second tickle slave to talk to, for so long I was alone. I love having you with me to share in this life, I love being able to talk about this. I… I love having a girlfriend…", Octavia admitted shyly with a blush.
"You love me?", Fhimra asked hopefully.
"I… I am *falling* in love with you… But still falling… Everyday I fall a little more, but I think I have to hit the ground to call it fully love. I ought to love you, but every day I love you more, that means that I still don't fully love you yet.", Octavia shyly reasoned quite mistakenly.
"That's love, oh you silly adorable twit, that's love already.", Fhimra said happily and kissed her lovingly.
"Is it really love if I keep falling more in love every day?, I thought that first you finish falling in love, and only then when you can't love any deeper is it called love?", Octavia asked in confusion.
"That's still love, and I love you too.", Fhimra said fondly and kissed her again.
"I'm confused. But I am definitely *falling* in love with you.", Octavia pressed her own definition of love.
"I love you so fucking much!", Fhimra exclaimed and kissed Octavia again and again.
Octavia tried to keep talking about definitions of love, but Fhimra didn't let her, kissing her too much to let her talk.
Octavia poked Fhimra in the side, tickling her, and Fhimra broke the kiss with a giggle. Octavia poked Fhimra again, being affectionate in her own kinky way, her face smiling romantically.
"You will wake up Fetter!", Fhimra squealed in a frantic whisper.
Octavia reluctantly stopped poking her, and cuddled Fhimra lovingly instead. Fhimra grinned happily in this cuddle from her sweetheart.
"Tickle slaves for life.", Fhimra said to Octavia lovingly, just so happy to be loved in return by the woman she loved so much.
"Forever and forever.", Octavia agreed and kissed her cheek.
"For you I will be tickled till my dying day, I love you.", Fhimra told Octavia romantically.
"I hope we never die, tickled forever.", Octavia replied tenderly, pressing her forehead against Fhimra's and kissing her again.
"That sounds so bad, but wild horses couldn't drag me away.", Fhimra replied tenderly.
"Our laughter will be magnificent, eternal happiness and laughter, heaven.", Octavia said appreciatively.
"Our love will be even more magnificent.", Fhimra amended.
"That goes without saying.", Octavia said and kissed her again.
The pair of them sat down together on their shared two person air mattress, and kept kissing romantically, trying to keep the noise down.
The room was hot and humid, but cooler than outside, and the pair of them were quite sweaty as they tenderly made out.
They lay down together as the kissing got heavier, and Fhimra felt wonderful laying naked kissing the equally naked Octavia, feeling her slippery sweaty skin.
The kiss could have lasted all day, but they got too hot to continue, and rushed off to have another cold shower together to cool off, this time ignoring the men to kiss in the shower romantically and finger each other to climax.
Cooled down they left the shower and filled a newly installed bathtub with cold water, and sat together in the tub like a swimming pool, kept wonderfully cool in the hot air.
"We could visit an actual swimming pool.", Octavia said with a giggle from the water.
"We would have to ask permission to use the public pool down the street, plus we would be naked in public. I at least want to wear a bikini to go swimming.", Fhimra sighed.
"You know how to swim?", Octavia asked in surprise.
"On Stōørølø you learn to swim really fast, the ground under you can suddenly change into a sea for a few hours. You learn to swim young or you drown.", Fhimra chuckled.
"Sometimes we had enough warning to get into bikinis before being forced to swim, we dragged boats with us everywhere just in case, we put the babies and pregnant women and heavy stuff in the boats. It could be really fun ", Fhimra added happily.
"I'm surprised your tribe had bikinis.", Octavia giggled.
"TigerLily introduced us to modern fashion, we sewed our bikinis by hand from cloth.", Fhimra happily explained.
"I also learned how to swim and used to wear a bikini in my own tribe. Our village was on the top side of a valley cliff overlooking a river, but we had a basket on a rope and pulley that we could sit in to be lowered or raised up and down the cliff to the river below. It was a rocky stream and unnavigable for boats, but it was just perfect for swimming on hot days, with all these shallow sheltered pools in amongst the rocky rapids, just chest deep and perfect for swimming. The Imperium gave our tribe the idea of bikinis in propaganda films.", Octavia happily reminisced.
"Bikinis are a wonderful invention.", Fhimra said happily.
Octavia's massive silicone tits were floating and bobbing in the bath water, and Fhimra playfully balanced a bar of soap on top of one of them, taking away her hand to watch the soap bob up and down on the floating tit without falling off.
Octavia giggled at this and tried to balance a bar of soap on Fhimra's tits, but they were too small for that and the soap slipped beneath the water. Octavia instead sufficed for holding and cupping Fhimra's perky breasts, making Fhimra moan with arousal.
"Damn…", a male voice whispered, and Fhimra turned her head to see a tradesman gawking at the naked women in the bath, this busy worksite lacking much privacy.
Fhimra blushed and tried to cover her breasts, but Octavia kept fondling her boobs under Fhimra's shyly crossed arms, Octavia completely unbothered to be perved on by men.
"The pool can't be any *less* private than this bath I suppose. If we have to be naked at least we would be under water.", Fhimra sighed to Octavia.
"We can ask Mistress Lash if we can go to the pool down the street, she might say yes.", Octavia said happily.
Fhimra nodded and the pair got out of the cool bath to find Lash in the dungeon, begging Lash hopefully for permission to go to the pool.
"At least invite me to come too.", Lash said in happy annoyance.
"Please come too Mistress Lash.", Octavia happily invited.
"I will put on a bikini and gather some things in a bag. The pair of you are going to be leashed with sub collars and you may wear flip flop sandals on your feet but still no clothes.", Lash dominantly commanded.
Fhimra and Octavia got excited as they strapped sub collars around their necks and put on sandals. Lash put on a gorgeous black and red bikini and sandals, setting her long black hair loose and washing off her geisha makeup. She now looked like just a normal bikini clad beautiful Asian woman like any other, and she put together a bag of things like towels and a small purse of money, putting the bag over her shoulder elegantly.
Lash clipped leashes to the collars of the two tickle slaves, and walked them like dogs out the door of the palace, holding a ridding crop in one hand to punish the two tickle slaves if necessary.
Fhimra blushed crimson as she walked naked down a crowded street on a collar and leash with Octavia. The red glow of the lava illuminated the street so that everyone could clearly see Fhimra, and the street was absolutely crowded with pedestrians who gawked at the pair of naked women on leashes.
The street was swelteringly hot and thick with steam from the lava delta, and hot condensation stuck to Fhimra's naked skin and glistened wetly in the red light, giving passers by no doubt at all that she was naked!
Fhimra was hot and sweaty by the time they got to the public pool down the street, entering a well lit area of open air swimming pools next to the cliff above the left lava river. The pool was crowded with people, but was so large that there was plenty of space.
Lash led them to some empty pool chairs and set down her bag and took off her sandals. She then removed the collars and leashes from Octavia and Fhimra, and the pair eagerly took off their flip flop sandals.
Lash then elegantly slid into the pool in her stunning bikini, sighing in pleasure from the cool water on her skin.
Fhimra and Octavia happily jumped into the water together, cooling off immediately in the lovely cool water, and they playfully swam around each other in circles.
Lash elegantly began to swim disciplined laps of the pool in freestyle like a stereotypical Asian woman, leaving Fhimra and Octavia to swim and play together in the crowded pool.
Fhimra cuddled Octavia lovingly in the water, standing in neck height water kissing Octavia deeply in the nude. The pool was crowded with people but some other swimmers were also naked, this swimming pool being clothing optional. Some swimmers looked but none bothered the kissing pair, correctly assuming they were a couple who didn't want to be hit on.
The water was brightly lit compared to the dark surroundings, but not dazzling, actually quite gentle on the eyes. The light was obviously gentle to accommodate the bright light hating eyes of the Night Lord descended Sevenson women like Wendy who might possibly swim here. Fhimra could clearly see Octavia but the light level was still romantic, making this kiss absolutely perfect.
For a while they kissed and cuddled in the water, and Lash briefly got out of the pool and went to her bag, taking out a vox phone and calling someone, having an inaudible conversation. Lash then put away the vox and returned to the pool, swimming yet more laps gracefully.
Some minutes later Wendy of all people arrived wearing a black and pink bikini of her own, with a carry bag on her shoulder. And Fhimra and Octavia waved to her excitedly, pointing to the pool chairs with Lash's stuff.
Wendy deposited her own bag and sandals on the pool chair with Lash's stuff, and slipped into the water swimming over to her tickle slaves.
"Owner Wendy!", Octavia squealed in excitement and passionately kissed her in greeting with excessive tongue.
Fhimra also kissed Wendy in greeting, but with less hyperactive enthusiasm.
"Where is Mistress Lash?", Wendy asked curiously.
"Swimming laps over there Owner Wendy.", Octavia happily answered, pointing.
"I will go greet my Dominatrix.", Wendy said and swam away towards Lash.
Wendy swam right beside the path of Lash's swimming laps, and Lash noticed her and swam over to her, greeting Wendy inaudibly and dominantly kissing her lovingly. The pair then swam to the shallower water near Fhimra and Octavia where they could stand on the bottom with their heads above water.
Lash then dominantly continued kissing the submissive Wendy, with Wendy's eyes closed in submissive bliss as she returned every kiss with a sigh. Lash could be absolutely brutal with Wendy, but she was also extremely affectionate with her and kissed her often like this. The relationship between them was very kinky but still incredibly sweet and tender, extreme BDSM at it's most healthy and romantic, all eager informed consent mixed with tender regard, just beautiful.
Wendy looked hypnotised as she experienced the dominant kisses, obviously smitten with Lash.
Fhimra returned her focus to her own girlfriend, kissing Octavia's neck naughtily making her squeal with ticklish laughter as Fhimra gently nibbled this spot.
Fhimra naughtily put her hand on Octavia's pussy under the water, and naughtily inserted a finger inside her girlfriend. Octavia moaned softly like the Slaaneshi nymphomaniac she was, and Fhimra kept fingering her with a grin.
"HEY!, Stop doing that in the public pool!, We banned the guys from cumming in the pool water so it's only fair that women can't do it either!", One of the pool lifeguards shouted at Fhimra from a raised chair on the poolside!
Fhimra embarrassedly stopped fingering Octavia as everyone looked at her, blushing scarlet with embarrassment, and held up her hands to show the lifeguard that she had stopped.
Wendy and Lash both burst out laughing, and Fhimra hung her blushing face shyly, wishing for everyone to stop looking at her.
Octavia coaxed Fhimra to cheer up, and tickled her under the water until she was squealing with laughter and too tickled to be embarrassed.
Wendy also squealed with laughter as Lash dominantly tickled her bikini clad body under the water, and Lash grinned sadistically, looking so normal without the geisha look but still so unquestionably dominant. Her long black hair stuck wetly to her neck and shoulders, her beautiful oriental face so completely normal but for her facial expression of extreme sadism.
Wendy was second only to Octavia in big breasted sex appeal, an absurdly attractive creature, and split with tickled laughter her face was even more beautiful than usual, just exquisite.
Lash wrestled Wendy into a full Nelson arm lock with Lash's arms wrapping Wendy's arms from below and behind, Lash's hands bending around and gripping the back of Wendy's neck, trapping her arms out at her sides.
"Tickle Wendy.", Lash gleefully commanded.
Fhimra grinned mischievously and eagerly helped Octavia tickle Wendy, stroking her armpits and squeezing her tummy under the water as she squealed with laughter. It was great fun and Fhimra was smiling happily.
The lifeguard then shouted at the four of them again, saying that it was dangerous to wrestle people into arm locks in the pool, and Lash reluctantly released the giggling Wendy.
"This is so fun but I really need to get home soon and sleep Mistress Lash. Work is absolutely crazy right now, I have ten different meetings first thing in the morning, the Matriarch asks the impossible.", Wendy said apologetically.
"How much longer am I going to see so little of you my love?", Lash asked Wendy unhappily.
"Soon I'll be back to 8 hour work days, the remaining fleet is pretty much repaired, (not counting the heavily damaged ships being towed back to Stōørølø for dry dock repairs). The orbital defences are coming along nicely, but there are still things left to do, so much resupply of ships and so much paperwork to organise it all. Hopefully in a few more days I'll be able to request shorter hours Mistress Lash.", Wendy explained apologetically.
"The backlog of spankings awaiting you is enormous, you'll be lucky to have an ass left.", Lash warned Wendy affectionately.
"Thank you for giving me something for me to look forward to Mistress Lash.", Wendy replied fondly.
Lash kissed Wendy passionately and then gave her permission to go. Wendy gave a sad little wave and left regretfully to have a shower and get some sleep.
Lash watched Wendy leave looking sad, Lash obviously loved Wendy and this prolonged separation was clearly difficult for her. Lash's beautiful face looked so sad that it was tragic, she needed to see more of the woman she was destined to marry.
Lash turned, embarrassedly wiping away a tear from her eye, and Fhimra smiled at her sympathetically.
"Falling in love can be such a horrible feeling when your paramour is ever absent, I can barely stand this.", Lash said unhappily.
"It certainly is.", Octavia agreed, making Fhimra flush with jealousy to realise that she was also talking about being in love with Wendy!
"I'm a romantic woman, I need to see a lot of my inamorata to feel content. This prolonged absence of time together is absolutely torturing me, and not a fun sort of torture either.", Lash vented glumly.
Octavia nodded sadly in agreement, making Fhimra feel crazy jealous!
Fhimra crossly put her arms around Octavia possessively, her face livid with jealousy, and Lash noticed this.
"At least you have Fhimra Octavia, I don't have a second lover, well I have you girls but I haven't fallen in love with you both yet.", Lash said sadly.
Fhimra nodded forcefully, jealously holding Octavia.
"I'm poly, I can love more than one at once. Just because one romance is happy doesn't mean that another can't hurt me Mistress Lash.", Octavia explained herself.
Fhimra's raging jealousy relaxed slightly at these words, *obviously* this was true for a poly nympho like Octavia, it was ridiculous to expect this Slaaneshi slut to be faithfully monogamous…
"I suppose that that is a fair point. I'm just feeling sorry for myself.", Lash sighed.
"I'm going to absolutely cane Wendy's ass black and blue for making me feel like this!", Lash added crossly, wiping away another tear.
"Not if I tickle her to death first for making me miss her so much Mistress Lash.", Octavia said grumpily, also wiping away tears.
"You have a girlfriend!", Fhimra snapped jealously, unable to help herself.
"I *know* I do!, This is a poly thing!, I'm not leaving you Fhimra!", Octavia exclaimed crossly.
Fhimra relaxed slightly at this cross reassurance.
Lash pinched both of them by a nipple each and twisted hard to make them both hiss in pain, gripping their twisted nipples tightly to discipline them both.
"No squabbling or fighting subby girls, no arguing either. I want the two of you to kiss and make up right now!", Lash dominantly ordered them.
"Yes Mistress Lash!", Fhimra and Octavia submissively agreed in unison and both kissed each other and said sorry to each other.
Lash let go of their nipples and returned to her own sadness, looking away at the palace longingly.
Octavia cuddled Lash from behind affectionately, and Lash smiled at this sweet gesture and allowed the naked Octavia to continue cuddling her bikini clad body from behind.
Fhimra couldn't help but feel jealous yet again. Being in a poly relationship was hard work on Fhimra's poor monogamous heart…
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