Chapter 28H
Fhimra and Octavia were both grumpy as they stood strapped naked to vertical X frames in a dungeon room, being "stored" like this out of the way while both Lash and Wendy were away at work.
They were not grumpy about being left in bondage like this, this was quite usual for the tickle slaves, rather they were grumpy about what Wendy had told Octavia about her being "left on the shelf" just in case Wendy ever wanted to marry her, as well as Wendy expressly forbidding the two girlfriends from marrying each other!
"On the shelf indeed!", Octavia grumbled from the straps of the X frame beside Fhimra's X frame, both frames angled slightly towards each other so that the two tickle slaves could see each other and talk more easily.
"I didn't even get the chance to propose, the hopes and possibilities were not even dangled in front of me vainly to feed Tzeentch, the possibility was simply cut off before I could even think to hope for it!", Fhimra grumbled, strapped naked and spread eagle with her back to her own X frame.
"It's so mean!", Octavia complained, blowing a strand of long curly dark brown hair out of her face, her hugely busty naked body spread helpless with her back to the X frame and many padded leather straps tightly wrapping her limbs to the frame.
"I would have said yes immediately if you had asked me to be your wife.", Fhimra told Octavia just in case there was any doubt.
"I hadn't even seriously thought of it yet, we have been together for… I'm not sure in the warp, but less than a year I think. I would have been your girlfriend for a while having fun but then I was eventually going to marry you if things lasted. But now I can't and I'm so cross!", Octavia fumed from her straps.
"We can still be really serious girlfriends, wives in all but name.", Fhimra gave Octavia hope.
"Owner Wendy said that it would be CENTURIES before she planned to possibly marry me!, And she didn't even promise that she even would marry me!, She is leaving me on the shelf just in case, so that I might end up having no married life at all!, It's so selfish!", Octavia fumed.
"I hope that she doesn't marry you, what would that make of me and my love for you?", Fhimra opined honestly.
"I want Owner Wendy to marry me only if I'm her first choice, I don't want to be some on the shelf fall back option!, I would rather marry you because I know that you actually love me as your first love.", Octavia complained.
Fhimra was hurt slightly by these blunt words and squawked in dismayed shock.
"I want to be your first love too, not a second option! You are treating me like Wendy is treating you!", Fhimra protested feeling hurt.
"I'm sorry Fhimra, I'm not trying to. I am poly and I love both you and Owner Wendy. I have been with Owner Wendy for twenty years, I can't help loving her, but that doesn't mean I don't love you Fhimra.", Octavia coaxed from her strict bondage.
"I don't want to be upset with you Octavia, I'm upset enough with Wendy already. I know you love me, I know you are serious about me, let's not fight each other.", Fhimra forgave her well meaning but stupid girlfriend.
"Thank you my darling.", Octavia said sweetly.
"I understand that we are tickle slaves imprisoned for life in a tickling dungeon, heck we are bound right now. I get what our life is like, but would it really hurt anyone if two daily tortured slave girls got married to each other in their dungeon cell?, Lifetime inmates in prisons are allowed to get married to their cell mates, why can't we?", Fhimra complained.
"You are comparing our wonderful lives to some wretched life sentence prisoners in some torture prison?", Octavia asked from the many rows of tight straps that encased her arms and legs against the X frame in this dimly lit tickle torture dungeon room.
"There are some similarities…", Fhimra said dryly.
"I think you are joking.", Octavia said quite incorrectly.
Fhimra didn't press this point and fidgeted slightly in the tight straps holding her limbs immobile.
"I've got this itch that I just can't scratch, right above my bellybutton.", Fhimra complained to Octavia.
"I have about three different itches that I can't scratch, those are the woes of bondage I am afraid.", Octavia said with a sigh.
"I don't mind bondage when I am being played with, but just being left in bondage all day unable to scratch itches is mean.", Fhimra pouted.
"Not as mean as being left on the shelf.", Octavia grouched.
"We can just pretend we are married and have our own unofficial wedding in the dungeon without any witnesses.", Fhimra suggested conspiratorially.
"These rooms have surveillance.", Octavia replied grumpily.
"Well it's not an official wedding anyway, it would just be us giving each other flowers and rings and saying that we are married, it wouldn't be breaking the rules if it's not legally recognised marriage.", Fhimra offered.
"What's the point of that?", Octavia asked glumly.
"Well it would be romantic.", Fhimra suggested.
"Well yes it *would* be romantic, that is definitely true, but it would also make me sad because it wasn't real.", Octavia sighed bodily in her strict bondage.
For a while there was silence.
"I'm cold, the air conditioning vent is pointing right at my chest. My nipples could cut through glass.", Fhimra changed the subject crankily.
"That would be Fetter, she deliberately turns down the air conditioning every time I am bound like this just to be sadistic. She is probably watching us through the cameras and masturbating as we freeze our tits off. I'm cold too.", Octavia said grumpily.
"If she wants to be sadistic then why not just play with us?, I wouldn't mind some pain play or some tickling right now.", Fhimra said honestly.
"I will be in to play with you later when I finish my morning chores. For now I'm happy knowing that you two are shivering cold and itchy.", Fetter called sadistically from somewhere outside the room.
"Please be nice to me and make it a comfortable temperature Ma'am.", Fhimra begged hopefully.
"You wish submissive!, Just because I'm an old Lee family Domme doesn't mean that I lost my sadism. I'm going to enjoy your suffering and you can't do anything about it.", Fetter laughed cruelly.
"Even the damn butler in this place is a Dominatrix, lucky me I guess.", Fhimra said nervously, gulping.
Fetter limped into the room with the help of a walking frame. The woman was positively ancient and frail, with black spots of age all over her wrinkled grey-olive skin. Her hair was silver grey-white, and her nose and ears were long with age and had hair growing out of them. She was spindly thin under her modest black and white maid dress and stockings, and she looked like she would break a bone if so much as a fly landed on her.
This woman had once been a gorgeous young dominatrix who had won Wendy's hand in marriage during one of those brutally competitive "dating races", and she still radiated the attitude of the peerless Dominatrix she had once been, but her body had other ideas and was only alive at all thanks to rejuvenation drugs freezing her aging process from getting any physically older. Wendy *could* return this woman to her physical twenties with higher doses of the rejuvenation drugs, but she very deliberately didn't, taking some perverse pleasure in keeping this resented ex wife in this humbled and undignified state. Fhimra got cross just thinking about Wendy's cruelty to Fetter.
"I really should be helping you if your hip is hurting again Ma'am, what if you have a fall and have to wait hours for someone to get home and find you Ma'am?", Fhimra offered seriously.
"I have a duress alarm.", Fetter said, patting something bulky on a necklace under her black and white maid outfit.
"If I had the power I would give you my daily doses of rejuvenation drugs Fetter, I don't need it yet.", Fhimra told Fetter respectfully.
Fetter paused at these words, looking touched, and she wiped a tear from her old eyes embarrassedly.
"I appreciate the sentiment, but Owner Wendy would just take away my other dose in punishment and take your dose too to watch me age again. I must submit and hope that she eventually shows mercy herself, I dare not defy Owner Wendy.", Fetter said fearfully, looking up at the surveillance cameras in the dungeon ceiling corner.
"If I can help in any way I will, just tell me how I can help you Ma'am.", Fhimra said respectfully.
"Are you trying to get on my good side so that I won't torture you young Fhimra?", Fetter asked but smiled regardless.
"Actually I want you to torture me Ma'am, I just care about you. We will be slave members of this household together for the rest of our lives, we are destined to be like family to each other and I care about family members Ma'am.", Fhimra promised respectfully.
Fetter smiled the biggest smile Fhimra had ever seen her smile and looked genuinely touched by these words.
"I like your attitude Fhimra, you are humble and polite, and you seem to really give a shit. Octavia might be a spoilt lapdog with delusions of being Owner Wendy's wife and a free woman again, ('hey!, I'm not!'), but you young Fhimra understand your place and are a credit to this household.", Fetter told Fhimra, ignoring Octavia.
"Thank you Ma'am. I'm sorry about that time I stole that honey from your kitchen.", Fhimra replied respectfully and charmingly.
"Thank you for reminding me that I have yet to punish you for that.", Fetter chuckled sadistically.
"I welcome punishment Ma'am, but I would seriously like to help you. You are working while I'm just strapped to this X frame all day long, I should be doing chores like a good submissive while you put your feet up Ma'am.", Fhimra said submissively to the geriatric Dominatrix.
"What a remarkable girl you are, Octavia never even offered. I would very much like to put my feet up as you do the chores, but am I allowed to?, That is the question.", Fetter mused.
"I am the one talking you into this, the surveillance will record this. I will take any punishment for both of us Ma'am.", Fhimra offered sincerely.
"I will make sure and use the vox to call, well Lash is more likely to say yes, so I will call Owner Wendy lest I be beaten for playing one against the other. A good slave always asks the one more likely to say no to a request.", Fetter said looking at the surveillance cameras nervously.
Fetter used a small vox phone in the pouch of her walking frame, squinting as she pressed buttons, putting the device on loudspeaker mode.
"This is Giovanni's Pizza Restaurant, what would you like to order?", the vox said cheerfully in a male voice.
"Could I get a large pepperoni?", Octavia asked stupidly, earning looks from Fhimra and Fetter.
"What?, I'm hungry.", Octavia said innocently.
"(Sigh), Fine, but can I change that from a pepperoni to a Hawaiian pizza, a LARGE one, the biggest one you have, and can I have it without any ham, just all pineapple, just as much pineapple as you can possibly put on it. I'll pay over the vox right now. Can it please be delivered to Wendy Sevenson's palace?, I'm her butler slave.", Fetter said, turning off speaker phone to talk directly into the vox without the Pizza Restaurant hearing Octavia's loud protests.
"What are you doing Fetter!, I HATE pineapple on pizza!", Octavia protested.
"You ordered a pizza without permission, so I made sure you won't enjoy it and I'm going to make you eat every last BITE of that pizza when it arrives you naughty girl!", Fetter said in an icy dominatrix voice.
Octavia whimpered at this threat but was in no position to argue from her bondage.
Fhimra gulped, glad to be on Fetter's good side.
Fetter squinted at the vox again and seemed to find the right number this time.
"Owner Wendy!, Yes this is your loyal and humble maid and butler slave Fetter, I am sorry for… Why am I calling?, Your tickle slave Fhimra begged for permission to help with chores around the palace, but I thought I should ask you… No I didn't torture her into offering Owner Wendy!, Yes Owner Wendy. Thank you Owner Wendy.", Fetter said with fearful respect into the vox at her ear.
"Owner Wendy said yes surprisingly.", Fetter said and put away the vox.
Fhimra nodded enthusiastically.
Fetter limped over to Fhimra, and ran a hand over her defenceless supple body, making Fhimra tremble nervously.
Fetter reached up and stroked Fhimra's armpit softly with hideous skill, making her tug hard on her bonds and laugh hard in torment.
"Just a little play first.", Fetter said and kept tickling Fhimra for about five minutes of squealing laughter.
Fhimra was buzzing all over and feeling submissive when Fetter finally began unstrapping her arms one at a time.
As soon as her arms were free Fhimra bent down to touch the floor with impressive flexibility and started unstrapping first her ankles one at a time, then unstrapped up her legs from bottom to top so that she wouldn't fall over.
Fhimra sighed with relief when she stepped away from the X frame, and she walked over mischievously to Octavia who was still securely strapped to her own X frame, looking her defenceless huge breasted naked body up and down lustfully.
Octavia looked at Fhimra with nervous anticipation, and Fhimra mischievously began tickling her belly and sides, making Octavia explode with squealing laughter and thrash reflexively in her strict bondage.
Fhimra grinned playfully and teased her girlfriend, tickling her bad, but Fetter cleared her throat warningly and Fhimra stopped and submissively attended to the elderly dominatrix.
"This way submissive.", Fetter said dominantly.
"Yes Ma'am.", Fhimra submissively agreed and followed.
Fetter led Fhimra to a cleaning trolley, which Fhimra obediently pushed, and Fetter then led Fhimra to Wendy's bedroom, which was somewhat messy and untidy.
"I want the sheets and pillow cases and other bedding stripped and changed, I want that bed made absolutely perfectly. I want this entire room dusted to within an inch of its life, the tops of doorframes, the hard to reach places, spare not a mote of dust. Then I want this room swept and vacuumed, then I want the floor mopped and dried. But before you do that I want you to tidy up absolutely everything…", Fetter began.
Fhimra borrowed a notepad and pen from Wendy's bedside table and feverishly wrote down every instruction dutifully. Fetter looked impressed, especially impressed that the tribal Fhimra could read and write.
Fetter told Fhimra to get her as soon as the room was done to be given more chores, informing Fhimra that she would be force feeding pineapple pizza to Octavia and then having a nap in her slave bed.
Fhimra was not happy about what Fetter was going to do to Octavia, but she was afraid of Fetter's wrath in the future if she blew her current favour to rescue Octavia from a situation of her own foolish making. The pineapple pizza wouldn't actually hurt Octavia, at worst it might make her puke or get slightly more fat on her soft slender hourglass body.
Fhimra got cleaning and tidying like a dutiful submissive, getting busy and not slacking off at all.
After a mountain of tidying and dusting and changing sheets and making beds, Fhimra got busy sweeping and vacuuming and mopping the floors, ruthlessly hunting down every possible thing that Fetter might want her to do. The room looked absolutely immaculate, and Fhimra humbly returned to the tickle torture dungeon room to find Fetter.
Fetter wasn't present, but there was an empty gigantic pizza box on the floor and Octavia in the X frame had a slight swelling in her stomach, looking both full to the point of pain and utterly disgusted.
"I HATE pineapple on pizza!", Octavia griped to Fhimra.
"Was it really bad?", Fhimra asked sympathetically.
"It was more pineapple than pizza!, It tasted SO bad!, I almost threw up!", Octavia lamented with a groan of stomach pain.
"I'm sorry baby, can I do anything for you?", Fhimra asked sympathetically.
"Some water please, I'm really thirsty.", Octavia requested hopefully.
Fhimra sympathetically went and filled a large plastic cup with water and put it to Octavia's lips. Octavia drank very slowly, drinking the whole cup, and Fhimra made several refill trips until Octavia was no longer thirsty.
"Now I need to pee.", Octavia sighed.
"The floor has a drain right under your X frame, just pee if you need to.", Fhimra urged her.
"You could untie me…", Octavia quietly suggested.
"You know I'm not allowed to without permission, even Fetter the butler had to ask permission, I'm lower than even the butler as a tickle slave. I have the bottom position of power in the entire household, I'm even lower ranking than you are Octavia.", Fhimra explained apologetically.
"You are right, (sigh), I know you are not allowed to untie me without being ordered to. I'm sorry for asking.", Octavia sighed and loudly peed herself with a hissing sound of urine, a yellow stream running down her right leg to the first leather strap, then cascading off the leather strap to the floor, pooling on the floor between the legs of the X frame and slowly seeping away down a grill covered floor drain.
Fhimra cleaned Octavia up with a wet cloth and kissed her romantically, tasting strong pineapple in her mouth.
Fhimra reluctantly left her bound naked girlfriend to find Fetter in her bed having a nap, and humbly woke her up to ask for orders.
Fetter happily gave Fhimra more to do and Fhimra was extremely busy that day as Fetter dominantly relaxed.
Fhimra visited Octavia as often as she could without slacking off, and had great fun tickling her in the X frame and fondling her massive tits. Octavia couldn't move at all with her limbs tightly strapped with so many straps on each limb and Fhimra could just do anything to her, having a great time with her armpits and sides, making her laugh like crazy.
Lash came home in the afternoon with her six gorgeous young Asian dominatrix apprentices to find the naked Fhimra submissively scrubbing a toilet, and Fhimra grovelled in blissful submission before these dominant goddesses dressed in black latex fetish wear and exotic kimonos.
"What a good girl you are.", Mistress Agony the apprentice dominatrix told Fhimra in a dominant taunt, wearing a mouth watering shiny black latex corset and matching miniskirt, with a black latex G string clearly visible underneath, with thigh high shiny black latex dominatrix boots and a black latex commissar style hat on her long black haired head, her olive skinned gorgeous face decorated with bright red lipstick and a deliciously dominant expression.
"Thank you Mistress Agony.", Fhimra said with her mouth dry with desire for the cruel beautiful sadist.
Other goddesses stood dominantly around the crawling Fhimra and she hung her head low and offered to lick their shoes in submission, making the dominant women chuckle with delicious dominant arrogance.
"Why are you out of bondage doing the cleaning Fhimra?", Lash asked dominantly.
"Mistress Fetter ordered me to clean like a good submissive with the permission of Owner Wendy Ma'am.", Fhimra said respectfully.
"Fetter is also doing chores I trust?", Lash asked dominantly.
"I don't know Ma'am, she might be.", Fhimra hedged to try to keep Fetter out of trouble.
"If I find her sleeping I will put her in the X frame that's meant for you. She can either be the maid and butler or she can relax in bondage as a tickle slave and you can be the new maid and butler.", Lash warned strictly.
"She is very old and frail Ma'am, please punish me instead if punishment is required.", Fhimra offered protectively, not feeling good about an extremely frail geriatric being tortured for having a nap.
"Well aren't you sweet.", Mistress Agony the apprentice chuckled, stroking a black leather riding crop over the crawling Fhimra's naked back.
"I find no joy in being cruel to elders in my own family clan, but this is my girlfriend's home. If one of the slaves is seriously slacking off then it will be bad for the home.", Lash said seriously.
"What about buying some more slaves to help Mistress Fetter Ma'am?", Fhimra humbly suggested.
"That's actually a pretty reasonable suggestion, she is too old to do all the chores by herself I will admit. I will suggest it to Wendy and ask her opinion. But I don't want a lot of drama or possible slave rebellions like the one that killed my poor cousin Talon. I will have to use my empath abilities to find slaves who won't want to murder us all.", Lash said seriously.
"Or you could just pay money and hire people to be maids and the like Ma'am.", Fhimra suggested.
"We could, but then you and Octavia might be raped in your X frames. Paid staff can't be flogged the way slaves can, well they can be but then they might bring a gun to work and get revenge. You girls are extremely vulnerable when Wendy and I aren't around.", Lash said gravely.
"You could only hire female staff Ma'am.", Fhimra respectfully suggested.
"The sort of women who would apply for jobs as permanent maids in a well known sadomasochistic lesbian Slaanesh Champion's bondage palace are not the sort of people I would trust, not trust with your bodily safety when I'm out at work and you are defenceless in bondage.", Lash said with surprising protective concern.
"It's not necessary to leave us in bondage Ma'am.", Fhimra politely suggested.
"But Wendy and I LIKE keeping you girls in bondage waiting for us to come home and tickle you, and you like it too you kinky girl. We should be able to play these games without worrying about you coming to harm.", Lash chuckled.
"Mistress Fetter has access to us in bondage Ma'am."
"But Fetter doesn't deliberately cause serious injuries on you girls, she might tickle you, blow cold air on you, spray you with cold water occasionally, but it's pretty harmless sadism mostly. Ok that itching powder thing with Octavia was way too far, but she hasn't dared to do that again since her punishment. Fetter will dominate you girls, but that's what tickle slaves are for. So long as she doesn't cause any real harm she's just playing with Wendy's toys.", Lash dominantly reassured Fhimra.
"But a hired maid might do worse Ma'am?", Fhimra asked respectfully.
"The fleet wide punishment for killing a slave is to just pay the owner what they are worth, and you were bought for a lasgun Fhimra. Octavia might be worth a fortune but you're not, and a sadistic Slaanesh worshipping maid might torture you to death for fun or sacrifice you to Slaanesh. A slave wouldn't dare do that because they could be tortured to death in punishment without anyone objecting.", Lash warned grimly.
Fhimra gulped at this and took Lash's point.
"Slavery might have all sorts of moral problems, but I am not going to do anything to put your life in danger Fhimra. I would rather have a few very loyal and well treated cleaning slaves who are too afraid to harm you, than to let strangers be in your presence alone when you are bound defenceless.", Lash said protectively.
"You are very good to me Ma'am.", Fhimra said feeling deeply touched.
"The most moral way of doing it is to find slaves in horrible conditions and rescue them by buying them, and treating them kindly, it's still slavery but it's the best of a bad situation.", Lash opined, earning looks from her apprentices.
"I actually don't mind being a tickle slave, I consent to this stuff Ma'am.", Fhimra admitted.
"You and Octavia are rare exceptions of consensual slaves, but most people are far less happy about it.", Lash lectured.
"I know that Ma'am, I know that slavery on the whole is a hideous institution, but to people in my tribe it's more viewed as indentured labor in return for a trip to the stars on a space ship. It's not like we could afford a ticket to space any other way and we were desperate to leave Stōørølø. Honestly half the slave labor I did before meeting Wendy was just mopping floors and cleaning stuff, the hours were long but I wasn't chained up and beaten unless I like punched an overseer or something. The chains and stuff only happened after I moved in with Wendy.", Fhimra said honestly.
"I'm happy for you.", Lash said simply but sincerely.
"Are we going to play with this tickle slave or not?", Mistress Agony pressed Lash.
"Someone go wake up Fetter and tell her she has two minutes to get back to work before I get cross.", Lash told her apprentices, half of whom eagerly left to go bully Fetter awake.
"Be nice to her!", Lash loudly added after them.
Fhimra washed her hands thoroughly at a bathroom sink and submissively let herself be led back to the tickle torture dungeon room with the X frames and Octavia.
Octavia squealed with excitement and delight at the company entering the room, greeting everyone and begging for tickles, her busty gorgeous naked body squirming excitedly in the tight straps.
Fhimra submissively stood against her X frame with her legs spread and arms raised, and allowed herself to be securely strapped defenceless.
The other apprentices entered the room and Fhimra swallowed nervously.
Then Fhimra was tickled unconscionably hard, all over her torso and neck and underarms and other hideous places she was tickled terribly. She suffered, she laughed, it sucked and was horrible, but it also felt wonderfully good to her masochism.
Owner Wendy eventually got home in her cleavage heavy stupid dark coloured dyke pantsuit she liked to wear to work, and the badly tickled Fhimra and Octavia gave her their best grumpy glares to show Wendy that they were cross with her.
"Why the looks?", Lash asked curiously.
"Because Owner Wendy 'left me on the shelf' and is being mean to me and Fhimra.", Octavia blurted out in front of Lash as Wendy frantically tried to stop her.
"What is she talking about Wendy?", Lash asked calmly but sternly expecting obedience.
"I, this is going to sound really bad Mistress Lash, but I yesterday refused to let Octavia marry Fhimra, because I am leaving Octavia on the shelf just in case… Just in case some time in the far far FAR future I ever decide to switch and want a submissive wife…", Wendy admitted extremely timidly, looking mortified.
The apprentices all gasped in disbelief at this admission and Lash went extremely quiet.
"It was SO mean!, Now I can never marry Fhimra no matter how much I love her!", Octavia continued, oblivious to just how BAD this situation now was.
Lash then simply walked out the door wiping her eyes and slammed the dungeon door closed behind her dramatically!
Wendy tried to follow but the apprentices angrily got between her and the door, warning her not to follow their crying mentor.
"Step aside.", Wendy warned the apprentices.
Mistress Agony slapped Wendy across the face sharply with her riding crop.
Wendy moaned in masochistic pleasure from the slap, but she didn't back down, and suddenly moved faster than Fhimra had ever seen her move!
Wendy moved like a blur, lifting every single apprentice a few meters away from the door without hurting them, before suddenly standing still again and looking critically overheated and covered in sweat!
Wendy angrily stripped out of her pantsuit to her chastity belt underwear, her skin covered in sweat, and she tried to storm out the door but found it locked from the outside.
Wendy's entire body seemed to warp for just a moment, revealing a space marine sized monstrous ape like daemonic creature with long brown hair and intimidatingly bulging muscles!
The ape like Wendy creature turned her face briefly to face the room, and Fhimra saw a glowing pink blazing mark of Slaanesh on her right cheek but little else of her original face. The chastity underwear seemed to warp in size to fit this monster, it was unmistakably Wendy but some side of herself that she had kept carefully hidden from Fhimra!
The Wendy monster put a huge hand on the dungeon door and pushed, and the door bent horribly and ripped right out of the door frame to fall to the floor beyond the threshold!
Wendy then changed back, warping and contracting back in on herself, becoming a small busty sexy woman once more, covered in sweat and looking stressed!
Wendy then simply walked out the room in search of Lash as the apprentices cowered in fright from what they had just seen.
"What the hell was that?!", Fhimra asked in dismay from her X frame.
"That was just Owner Wendy getting cross and using her chaos gifts like a naughty girl.", Octavia said as though this was obvious common knowledge!
"She can do that?!, Since when?!", Mistress Agony asked in shock.
"For about five years now?, Maybe more?, But she hides it from everyone and actually told me not to tell anyone, it makes her embarrassed and feel ugly.", Octavia said stupidly from her X frame.
Fhimra gasped as did everyone else, Wendy had all along been that terrifying giant monster hiding under some Slaaneshi glamour of concealment or something!
"That's what Owner Wendy really looks like, but she hides it out of shame. I'm one of the only ones who knew.", Octavia said slightly sadly.
"I was briefly her girlfriend and she was an ape monster the whole time?!", Fhimra exclaimed with her skin crawling.
"Don't call her that!, How DARE you say that!", Octavia shouted at Fhimra with surprising anger and protectiveness.
"I, I'm just, in shock, I didn't know!", Fhimra exclaimed placatingly.
The apprentices were leaving the room now to presumably protect Lash if they could, leaving Fhimra and Octavia strapped to their X frames.
"Owner Wendy is EXTREMELY afraid of letting anyone see what her chaos gifts look like, she is terrified of being called ugly. That's why she hides always behind her geometric warping chaos gift of Slaanesh, it lets her look like she did before Slaanesh mutated her with all her chaos gifts.", Octavia said adamantly.
"The poor thing…", Fhimra said with a touch of sympathy.
"And now everyone is going to talk and the whole world will know!, I'm still cross with her but poor Owner Wendy!", Octavia exclaimed tragically.
"You mean to tell me that every time she was bound and we were tickling her she could break out at any time if she wanted to?!", Fhimra said with a sudden thought.
"She was doing a Fulgrim, pretending to be weak and bound during torture, but just holding herself back out of fear… Mistress Lash knows, she always knew.", Octavia said quietly.
"She knew?!", Fhimra exclaimed.
"She's one of our dearest friends even before Owner Wendy dated her, a dear family friend when I was married to Owner Wendy. We told her… She agreed to keep it secret to protect Owner Wendy, just as I kept it secret. We are both extremely protective of Owner Wendy, even when she's absolutely unbelievably naughty.", Octavia said hesitantly.
"So that's how she can slap around Mandy?", Fhimra said in sudden realisation.
"Yep, she can beat Mandy in an arm wrestle easy, can slap her around no problem. Mandy knows of course but won't tell anyone. Now all that secrecy is for nothing!", Octavia said unhappily.
"Why doesn't she want people to know?", Fhimra asked seriously.
"Because it would RUIN her dating prospects, lesbian communities can be cruel and gossip prone, everyone would know that she looks… Different, underneath, and they would judge her for it. They would all demand to see what she looks like and then they would be cold towards her, they would call her ugly. She would only have the most ruthless gold diggers from then on prepared to marry her!", Octavia exclaimed emotionally, getting upset.
"Some people would, but not all. The people who are worth having wouldn't care… I, I don't care… I mean it's a shock, but I still want to be Wendy's tickle slave…", Fhimra said carefully.
"THANK YOU!", Octavia gasped and wept with emotion, clearly this meant a great deal to her.
"I know that people can be vicious gossips, but Wendy is still so gorgeous. I don't think she would ever be lonely.", Fhimra encouraged.
"Owner Wendy is an ultra feminine lesbian sub, who can break out of almost any bondage and is stronger than any dominatrix she submits to… And looks like a daemon ape… She is scared that she won't be taken seriously as a sub, scared that Dommes will be afraid of her or will reject her. She goes to extreme lengths to look and act like the Owner Wendy you know, she is just so ashamed.", Octavia said sadly.
"You have been protecting her secret all along?, No wonder she wants to keep you on the shelf, she knows that she can trust you and that you will always love her. I feel like I know nothing about either of you.", Fhimra murmured with insight.
"Owner Wendy is family to me, some of the only family I've got. I have my son and grandchildren and daughter in law Liling, but apart from them I have Owner Wendy and her children and her family. That's all I have left after the Night Lords exterminated my tribe until I was the only one left. I didn't want to survive, but Owner Wendy gave me something to live for, she gave me the only joy in my miserable unhappy life, she loved me and I loved her. She was my soulmate…", Octavia said blinking tears.
Fhimra held silent at these words.
"I love you Fhimra, I hope you know that I love you. My love for Owner Wendy doesn't make me love you less, I have just been with Owner Wendy far longer and have been through so much life with her. I will be Owner Wendy's tickle slave for life, but I would be your wife Fhimra. Please know that I would.", Octavia promised her.
"I know that you love me and I love you too, so SO much. I would be happy ever after married to you. I just want to learn all of the history that I don't yet know.", Fhimra reconciled.
"There is so much that I don't say because it affects other people. I'm not trying to deceive, only to protect those I love and care for. I would tell you everything but I don't think I have the right to.", Octavia said reflectively.
"I can certainly respect that. I don't want to pry into every dark hole to uncover secrets, I just want to know the woman I love.", Fhimra promised.
Octavia nodded and smiled in her X frame.
"We are probably going to be stuck in these X frames for a while until someone remembers to untie us.", Fhimra noted with a sudden thought.
"Yep, this is going to be a long, LONG night…", Octavia sighed in agreement as the sounds of distant upset speech echoed through the palace.
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