Chapter 30H
In da Maelstrom swirly thingy was a planet, and dat planet was called Rusty'Scrap'Heap, and dat planet belonged to da orks!
In da past Rusty'Scrap'Heap had been sum big planet sized metal "fate-clock" thingy that belonged to da chaos god Tezzeentchy, all cogs and gears and clockwork all da way down to da planet core. Wot da fing was supposed to do was a zogging mystery, but Tezzeentchy had gone to a lot of trouble making da fing.
Da ork boyz of da Goff Clan had then gone to Rusty'Scrap'Heap and had a really swell fight and a scrap with the local spiky boyz and chaos crazies till all of em was dead, then the boyz had gotten lootin and breaking and burning, turning the fate-clock into scrap and then lootin all the cogs and bits to make Dakka and vehicles and swell kill-kruizers.
Now da boyz had da biggest fleet of kill-kruizers anyone had ever seen, and they were on da cusp of launching a mighty Waaagh to stomp da entire Maelstrom, led by their dead 'ard Warboss Cog-Choppa, da biggest meanest ork in da whole Maelstrom!
In da rusty boss-bridge of da biggest kruizer in da whole fleet of tens of thousands of slightly smaller kruizers, the massive Warboss Cog-Choppa sat on a throne of busted clockwork in his chugging mega-armour, wondering what bit of da Maelstrom he should invade first.
"Boss!, Boss!, A fleet of chaos crazies ships have just dropped outta da warp they has!", da weedy voice of a tiny little green grot said excitedly.
This interested Warboss Cog-Choppa and he ordered to see on da big screen thingy bolted to da wall.
Da cracked and shoddy screen flickered to life showing grainy telescope footage of a much smaller fleet of massive spiky ships with chaos crazy symbols and fings. They were zogging ages away according to da screen, it would take da whole damn day to fly to them!
Warboss Cog-Choppa slammed his fist down on a talkie-radio thingy button on his throne and shouted: "Fly closer ya gits!"
"They is replying by screen video thingy they is Boss!", a weedy grot voice excitedly announced.
"Then put it up on da screen then!", Warboss Cog-Choppa growled.
"Right away Boss!"
Da image on da wall screen changed to show some big blue face dat gave Warboss Cog-Choppa a 'eadache to look at, like sum hummie' "female" face but blue, with feathers or fings instead of hair. Da face was changing so much dat it was hard to be sure what da git looked like!
Da huge blue git on da screen thingy spoke:
"Ta king!, Ta king!, You are ta king!, Ve came to pe'roc'elaim tat War'e'boss Cog-Coppa is ta ge'reat king!"
Warboss Cog-Choppa didn't really mind dis introduction and nodded for da git to keep talking.
"Ve have seare'ched ta whole Mael'e'ste'rom for our king, every ork tat exist'es, but only you are our king!", the blue git proclaimed theatrically.
"Iz dat right?", Warboss Cog-Choppa chuckled.
"You are ta king!, You are ta boss of us!, You alone!", da blue git exclaimed, her face giving Warboss Cog-Choppa a serious 'eadache now.
"Damn right I am da boss of ya gits!", Warboss Cog-Choppa agreed with a laugh.
"Let all other bosses of ta fe'leet bare vitte'ness!, War'e'boss Cog-Coppa is ta boss of us kaos ke'razies!", da blue git proclaimed like a pompous git.
"Yar saying ya want to join me crew?", Warboss Cog-Choppa asked, not minding all dis brown nosing.
"Yes pe'lease oh king!, Ta king of us!", Da blue git begged like a fool.
"I'll be ya 'king' alright, you give me all ya guns and ya ships and I'll boss ya right an proper.", Warboss Cog-Choppa laughed over da radio dat every boy could 'ear, planning to just take there loot an then crump 'em after anyway.
"All boyz of ta Vaaagh beholled, War'e'boss Cog-Coppa is ta king of us, and none of you can beat him!", da blue git proclaimed.
Warboss Cog-Choppa was getting real odd in da 'ead da longer he looked at da blue git, but she kept saying swell stuff so he kept looking. Da side of his face was twitching for some reason…
"All boyz look me right in ta eye and listen good, (tat inne'ce'ludes you Zag-Rog), look at me face an listen good, keep looking…"
Boyz all over da boss bridge were frothing in da mouth and twitching and stuff now, even da grots…
"All of you looking?, Good… Now…", da blue git said real slow as everyone got sore 'eads.
"Ve is a lot of bed vettin, veak, panne'zee gitt'es, ta veakest most bed vettinnus panne'zeest gitt'es in ta whole galaxy!, And War'e'boss Cog-Coppa is our one king!, Ve look in ta whole Mael'e'ste'rom at every ork and none but War'e'boss Cog-Coppa is ta king ve seek!", da blue git proclaimed real slowly…
Dat didn't sound right, but Warboss Cog-Choppa was too sore and odd in da 'ead to know why.
"War'e'boss Cog-Coppa is ta king of ta biggest bed vetting veakling panne'zees in ta galaxy, and in a vay all you boyz who follow him are now parr'et of ta Vaaagh of ta veak panne'zee bed vetters. All ta other boyz vill call you ta boyz of ta king of ta paane'zee bed vetting veaklings vare ever you go…"
Foaming mouthed deranged boyz on da boss bridge muttered at this.
"Um, wot?", Warboss Cog-Choppa said uncertainly, his mouth foaming and his mind getting odder and odder as he looked at da blue git.
"I'm just telling your lesser nobb'es tat tey cannot possib'ely rebel again'est our king, tey is too veak to challen'ege ta king of ta veak panne'zee bed vetters, tey vill kiss your ass like good little boyz and not even tink about rebelling…"
BOOM!
"Boss!, Sum of da other kruizers is shooting at us they is!"
"How DARE you eshoot at ta king, big nob Cog-Fist!, Be like ta other good little ass kissing nobb'es who are not eshooting at ta king!", da blue git scolded.
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!
"Boss!, Even more kruizers is shooting at us!"
"Do not vorry my king, I vill talk some sen'ess in to tem!", da blue git promised reassuringly as the explosions got even worse…
***…
The entire Sevenson Cartel was laughing as the Slaanesh fleet stayed a days flying time away and just watched the biggest ork fleet they had ever seen blowing itself apart with infighting.
TigerLily was constantly on the vid-footage vox "mediating the dispute", her every word designed to make the green skins want to kill each other even more. Only once the ork fleet had killed as much of itself as it could would the Slaanesh fleet attempt to engage the few survivors in battle, joining battle before this would simply give the fighting orks a common enemy to unify against.
The ork infested destroyed Fate-Clock of Tzeentch was a highly valued artefact that Tzeentch very much wanted back, and liberating it from the orks would win the Sevenson fleet great favour with Tzeentch, giving them good fortune in future conquests. The Fate-Clock was badly damaged on the outside, but its deepest inner mechanisms were still intact and untouched by the orks, letting it still function at a basic level in its purpose as a fate manipulating and divination tool. If they could liberate it then Tzeentch's daemons could begin the slow process of repairing it.
Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Wendy Sevenson giggled at the ork fleet killing itself even as she squatted painfully on her toes at her desk, carefully typing on a cogitator keyboard with only her fingertips touching anything at all, maintaining perfect discipline.
Wendy and Mistress Lash had made up from the hurt feelings surrounding Wendy keeping Octavia "on the shelf" as a future backup wife, but Mistress Lash had become even stricter in the aftermath to discipline Wendy, just incredibly stern discipline…
Wendy was at work, but she wasn't wearing any clothes. Instead she was wearing nothing but incredibly intricate and easily smudged body paint on every part of her skin except her fingertips and toe tips, all painstakingly painted on her skin this morning by Mistress Lash in a way that had tickled terribly. Mistress Lash had demanded that her beautiful fragile artwork be not so much as smudged the entire day, but the *slightest* touch would smudge this incredibly easily smudged type of body paint…
Wendy agonisingly balanced on her toe tips like a ballerina, the bottom of her feet very intricately painted with easily smudged artworks. Her legs were spread wide as she half squatted on her toes to keep herself at table level without her legs rubbing against any part of her skin, and her arms were held out away from her body lest they accidentally rub her skin, raised gracefully above the table with only her fingertips hanging down to type on the keyboard with perfect discipline.
Wendy's long hair was tied up around her head so that it wouldn't drag against her paint covered skin the entire day, and she carried no bag or other items, so that she wouldn't have to use any part of her body except her fingertips at work. It went without saying that she couldn't scratch any itches without smudging the paint, only the most perfect discipline would let this body paint artwork survive the entire day without a single smudge, she couldn't sit down and had to walk everywhere on the ends of her toes like a ballerina. She couldn't even go to the toilet as her pussy and anus were also painted, at best she could fart very carefully without smudging the paint!
Mistress Lash was mercilessly demanding that this body paint not get smudged at all, and she would check every single inch with a magnifying glass when Wendy got home. The artworks were so skilfully painted that Wendy couldn't hope to sneakily repaint them if they got smudged, Mistress Lash was a better artist than Wendy and she would NOTICE a trick like that instantly!, Wendy would receive *terrible* punishments if any smudges or repainting attempts were found, just terrible sadistic cruel punishments. She was in all sorts of trouble if she didn't have enough perfect discipline to meet this impossibly strict demand.
Wendy took her discipline with good grace, enduring every itch and every pain as she gracefully rested on her toes typing through her usual mountains of administrative paperwork. The other Sevenson women in the office understood Wendy's lifestyle and didn't comment. They all worshipped Slaanesh and allowed this sort of thing in the workplace so long as the work got done.
The other Sevenson women were not exactly dressed modestly either, with most wearing fetish ware of some kind or other, with Dominatrix outfits being especially popular. The Sevenson bloodline curse had perverted them even more than they had been previously, to the point where professional work attire was getting rarer by the day. Wendy herself had been one of the last to still dress modestly in her distinctive "dyke business pantsuit", mostly because of its connection to her lesbian identity, before Mistress Lash had decided to discipline Wendy with this body paint.
Wendy was extremely careful not to make any sudden movements with her chest, keeping her back straight to the point of bending slightly backwards. Her cosmetic surgery breasts were huge and full and swollen, hanging from her chest pendulously and liable to swing and sway and wobble. The slightest mistake could send Wendy's boobs swaying to rub against the skin they overhung or to bat into each other, both of which would result in smudges to the body paint.
Wendy couldn't even show too much emotion on her painted face lest a smile crease or forehead furrow smudge the paint, she had to keep her face as flat as possible. She had to be careful how she spoke, she had to deliberately lose every sneeze, (which was a horrible feeling), and she could only drink with a straw with the greatest of care and eat with even greater care lest any paint smudge on her lips.
Wendy was tormented by her predicament, but she also got extreme submissive pleasure from this extreme discipline training, enjoying being pushed to new levels of perfection even after 300 years of hardcore BDSM.
The office erupted into yet more giggling as the ork ships continued to kill each other. Normally orks were not *this* stupid, but the prolonged sight of TigerLily had degraded their sanity and deranged them, making them far easier to goad into fighting each other.
Even completely insane orks were dangerous and instinctively capable of using a warship in combat, the crewing skills hardwired into the brains of these aliens from birth. Getting close would be perilous. Thankfully they were more interested in killing each other in their insanity.
The Nightmare Asylum was *technically* in combat mode right now, but the way things were going Wendy would still enjoy a mere eight hour shift today. The Nightmare Asylum was simply keeping its distance a days flight away, giving an entire day of notice before trouble arrived.
The orks could *technically* perform a highly precise calculated warp micro-jump to close the distance in considerably less than a day, but the orks were not good at such surgical levels of warp precision where the slightest mistake would make them overshoot by more than twice the original distance. The chances of them calculating such a precise jump was extremely low at the best of times, and basically impossible when they were stark raving mad. The distance was a potent enough defence to let Wendy enjoy regular hours.
Wendy worked gracefully with perfect discipline, typing fast but flawlessly, and she didn't smudge her body paint at all. Wendy had been wearing it to work for a few days now, as her punishment ever since Mistress Lash forgave her for the Octavia on the shelf incident, and she was getting better every day at enduring without smudging the paint.
The hours passed slowly, Wendy's toes and legs aching from the awkward positions she had to keep, but eventually she finished her shift and very carefully walked on her toes with her arms away from her body and her back bent back to keep her boobs completely still, walking incredibly slowly to avoid a single jiggle.
Coworkers and slaves gave her a wide berth, and Wendy slowly walked out to one of the Night Lord bodyguards standing guard in the office.
"Submissive slave.", Wendy slowly addressed the Night Lord.
The Night Lord dropped to one knee before her and submissively asked her her will.
"I must get home without so much as a smudge to my exalted body paint, which covers all but my fingertips and the tips of my toes. I must not even wobble my boobs. You will help me achieve this by (non-violently) keeping any but my girlfriend Mistress Lash from touching me.", Wendy dominantly demanded.
"Yes Mistress Wendy!", the Night Lord exclaimed submissively and stood, awaiting her movement.
Wendy very very slowly walked with the grace of a ballerina on the tips of her toes, and the Night Lord very patiently kept pace, warning everyone they met to stay back in a harsh snarl.
Wendy gracefully tiptoed all the way home to her palace over the course of what felt like thirty minutes despite living close by, and the Night Lord completely submissively accompanied her with perfect submission, even opening the door for her and bowing her inside.
Wendy entered her palace, and the Night Lord kept following her, probably expecting some pleasure for his service, and Wendy just kept stepping gracefully, calling for Mistress Lash.
Mistress Lash approached down a long hallway, holding a magnifying glass and a torch, and Wendy held absolutely still in the optimum position to make it easiest for Mistress Lash to inspect her.
Mistress Lash greeted Wendy sternly and began to painstakingly inspect Wendy's entire body for smudges, as Wendy stood still with perfect submission. The inspection process was very long and thorough.
"Not a single smudge, good girl.", Mistress Lash said eventually in approval.
Wendy didn't relax, but did feel relieved and pleased with herself.
"Walk on your toes to the bathroom, I will tickle you clean of paint. Only then may you touch your skin without breaking discipline.", Mistress Lash said with a sadistic smile.
"Yes Mistress Lash.", Wendy said submissively and gracefully stepped towards the bathroom, still followed by the Night Lord.
"Is he going to watch me bathe you?", Mistress Lash asked curiously.
"Yes please!", the Night Lord said excitedly.
"It is your choice Mistress Lash.", Wendy said submissively.
"He may watch, on the condition that he gets out of his armour and stays to submit to us for the rest of the evening.", Mistress Lash said cruelly.
"Yes Mistress Lash. Obey what Mistress Lash just said submissive slave!", Wendy ordered.
The Night Lord was extremely eager to oblige and borrowed some tools Wendy owned to remove his power armour as she kept very slowly stepping towards the bathroom.
The naked Night Lord got to the bathroom just before Wendy did, and Wendy noticed that he had a massive erection…
Wendy tiptoed all the way to the very large shower and then stood absolutely still. Mistress Lash smiled sadistically and elegantly stripped and undressed her elaborate geisha hairstyle of every pin and ornament. Mistress Lash then entered the shower with a chillingly sadistic smile on her beautiful face.
Mistress Lash ran the shower over Wendy at a comfortable temperature to wet her skin and then stopped the flow. She squirted liquid soap into her hands and then walked behind Wendy out of sight.
The completely still and disciplined Wendy squealed with laughter as soapy hands tickled her all over!
Wendy laughed hard as her underarms had soap very cruelly tickled into them with dextrous stroking fingers, but she didn't break discipline to move.
Mistress Lash was completely merciless, even using a tiny toothbrush to scrub Wendy's soapy underarms and sides and ribs and butt crack and other hideously ticklish places!
The naked Night Lord was energetically beating off over the sight of the naked soapy Wendy being tickled clean, and Mistress Lash playfully taunted Wendy sadistically about this fact, telling her that she had to lick the floor clean of every drop of resulting cum!
Wendy laughed and laughed as she was cruelly tickled completely clean, with Mistress Lash periodically running the shower again to rinse off soap and keep Wendy's skin wet. Wendy remained absolutely still through every hellish tickle, feeling so disciplined and dominated.
When Wendy had all the body paint painstakingly tickled off her skin, Mistress Lash undid Wendy's hair and washed this sensually with shampoo and conditioner. Mistress Lash got a razor as Wendy stayed still as a statue, and clean shaved Wendy of every last follicle of pubic or body hair, erotically using her tongue to feel for any bristles she missed.
"You may now move and touch your skin again slut.", Mistress Lash told Wendy dominantly at last!
Wendy immediately went crazy scratching itches that had been driving her crazy all day, groaning with pleasure and relief. Mistress Lash laughed with cruel sadistic delight.
Wendy very submissively and hesitantly put her arms softly around Mistress Lash's naked body in the shower, and softly kissed her romantically.
Mistress Lash dominantly returned the kiss, holding Wendy in turn and kissing her passionately for a long time.
Wendy felt wonderful as watery geisha makeup ran down her face from the shower spray as she kissed the heavily painted face of Mistress Lash, closing her eyes in romantic bliss. The kiss went on and on, the two girlfriends holding each other tenderly and exploring each other's mouths with their tongues.
Mistress Lash broke the kiss and went to sit on the floor with a clench nozzle hose to do her Japanese bathing rituals, and Wendy submissively followed her, helping her wash her back.
Wendy couldn't resist giving Mistress Lash a tiny little tickle as she washed her, making her flinch with surprising force and make a little squeak, apparently quite surprisingly ticklish.
"You DARE to tickle your dominatrix?", Mistress Lash asked sternly.
"I was just being playful Mistress Lash.", Wendy apologised submissively but adorably.
"I do the tickling and you take it, my exalted body does not get tickled you cheeky slut.", Mistress Lash warned strictly, slapping Wendy's face sharply to punish her.
"Yes Mistress Lash.", Wendy agreed submissively.
Mistress Lash then tickled Wendy for five minutes of squealing laughter on the floor in punishment, before continuing to wash with Wendy's help.
Mistress Lash rinsed off all the soap and shampoo and conditioner, and relaxed in a hot clean bath with Wendy, not playing with Wendy now but just relaxing in comfort.
The Night Lord seemed to have rubbed himself raw by now, with intimidating amounts of semen on the floor, and Wendy groaned inwardly at the thought of licking up and swallowing that revolting mess!
"Looks like you won't have any room in your stomach for dinner tonight slut, that's quite an impressive puddle waiting for you to eat.", Mistress Lash chuckled sadistically.
"Yes Mistress Lash…", Wendy submissively groaned.
Mistress Lash slapped Wendy's bum and ordered her to eat all the cum as Mistress Lash watched from the comfort of the bath!
Wendy had no choice but to obey under their agreed relationship dynamics, and miserably got out of the bath with her wet hair stuck to her back, and got down on her hands and knees to lick up a VAST puddle of semen at the feet of the Night Lord!
"Don't you dare cum on me submissive!", Wendy angrily warned as she licked, and the Night Lord submissively agreed and stopped wanking.
The smell was awful and the taste was even worse to a lesbian like Wendy, she was enjoying this about as much as a heterosexual man would enjoy licking up another man's cum off the floor. It wasn't fun…
Mistress Lash was loudly masturbating in the bath over Wendy's misery and suffering, a true sadist, and Wendy tried not to be sick as she licked more and more of the white fluid into her mouth.
Wendy submissively swallowed it all, filling her stomach to the point of pain, and she completely polished the floor with her tongue.
The Night Lord used a wet cloth and a sink to clean up his cock and his hands and his legs of any remaining semen, and Wendy returned to the bath feeling nauseous.
"Look at that sickness in your slut face. Get back in the bath slut and I will give you a cuddle.", Lash laughed dominantly.
Wendy submissively obeyed, and was given a lovely cuddle in the bath but no kiss, Mistress Lash not wanting to taste a cummed on bathroom floor on Wendy's lips.
Wendy silently praised Slaanesh as she lay in the bath, and she felt safe enough to drop her geometric warping chaos gift, revealing the huge ape-like monster that she really looked like. The apprentices had blabbed to the whole ship by now and everyone now knew that Wendy secretly looked like this, so there was no point hiding it from the Night Lord in the room with them.
Lash chuckled and hugged Wendy's huge true form, calling her a little slut even when she was big like this, and Wendy submissively held Mistress Lash's tiny body in her huge mutated muscular arms, feeling so safe and content.
"Um, could you please look hot again Mistress Wendy?", the Night Lord submissively asked hopefully!
Wendy gasped at this insulting comment about her appearance and ordered him to stop watching and go outside the room.
The Night Lord unhappily obeyed, enslaved to Wendy even when she looked like this, and Mistress Lash reassured Wendy that she was still beautiful even like this.
"Am I really beautiful Mistress Lash?", Wendy asked in the deep daemonic voice of her true form.
Mistress Lash lifted one of the gigantic swollen breasts of the ape-like monster, squeezing it lustfully.
"You are sexy, just look at these huge tits.", Mistress Lash chuckled appreciatively.
Wendy smiled with a huge row of giant daemonic fangs.
"I love your abs too slut, just look at this washboard.", Mistress Lash chuckled, tickling huge mutant abdominal muscles making the huge monster bellow with daemonic laughter.
"We should do some torture sessions in your true form, I want to torment every inch of this form as I dominate you.", Mistress Lash suggested with sadistic encouragement.
Wendy smiled at this sweet notion, no one else but Octavia had ever wanted to be intimate with Wendy in her ugly true form before.
This mutated body was the unfortunate reality of becoming a chaos Champion, the chaos gods lavished their favoured mortal servants with all sorts of chaos gifts and mutations seemingly at random, without consulting the mortal servant for consent first. Chaos Champions in particular were heavily heaped with such gifts, twisting and mutating their bodies into monstrous new forms, until they either devolved into a mindless twisted "chaos spawn" or ascended to become an immortal daemon prince, (or died first before reaching either fate).
Wendy's true body was a nightmare of muscles and tusk fangs and clawed hands and thick bone, swollen to the size of a chaos space marine and easily at least as strong if not stronger than most. She could snap most chains, pull people's arms off out of their sockets, claw through some armour and move with blurring speed. But until being publicly outed she had very carefully hidden this side of herself, pretending to be a weak little woman, afraid that other lesbians would call her ugly and spurn her.
Wendy thankfully had been granted a chaos gift of geometric warping that let her hide in her original human form and skin, altering even her voice to sound like the feminine voice she had always had. Even her weight could be warped with this gift so that she didn't crush lovers under her weight or give away her true mass in other ways, just the perfect disguise. Wendy personally identified with her disguise as her preferred physical form, finding her chaos gifts unwanted disfigurements that would only ruin her sex life. If she could she would remove these mutations permanently, she just found them ugly impediments to her submissive femininity.
"The only thing I don't like is that it's harder to kiss you.", Mistress Lash grumbled, kissing Wendy's huge fanged maw on the tusk-like teeth.
Wendy extended a huge animal tongue and licked Mistress Lash's neck erotically in recompense, making her moan.
"Lick me lower down where it counts slut.", Mistress Lash moaned.
Wendy happily obliged and licked her huge long animal tongue over Mistress Lash's divine pussy, tasting every molecule of vaginal flavour with dog-like sensitivity with her true form tongue.
"You taste SO good Mistress Lash!", Wendy moaned in her deep daemonic true voice.
"Of course I taste good slut!", Mistress Lash arrogantly agreed, turning Wendy on terribly.
Wendy slid her giant tongue deep inside, and Mistress Lash moaned like she was being murdered, pleasured profoundly.
Wendy skilfully licked her dominatrix girlfriend to heaven, and Mistress Lash convulsed with pleasure and soon loudly orgasmed.
Wendy reactivated her geometric warping chaos gift, and her huge mutant body contracted in on itself until she looked like the sexy woman she showed in public, her disguise and her vanity skin, her mask behind which she almost always hid.
Mistress Lash kissed Wendy fondly, telling her that she was beautiful like this too, and Wendy smiled feeling tenderly appreciated.
"Yuck, you need to brush your teeth cum mouth.", Mistress Lash chuckled.
Wendy embarrassedly brushed her teeth clean, and Mistress Lash came up behind her and confiscated the foamy toothbrush out of her mouth and put it in Wendy's pussy, scrubbing her passage walls right over her G spot!
Wendy moaned and was lovingly dominated by her dominatrix, and ordered to have an orgasm with her toothbrush. The pungent toothbrush was then put back in her mouth with fresh toothpaste to keep brushing her teeth with.
Wendy and Mistress Lash were wearing towels and giggling in each other's arms as they left the bathroom, but they couldn't see the Night Lord waiting for them?
Octavia's playful taunting and a deep male laughter in a dungeon room gave Wendy a pretty good idea what had happened to him.
Wendy and Mistress Lash dressed in sexy and elegant bedclothes respectively, and then followed the laughter all the way to one of the tickle torture dungeon rooms, finding the naked Night Lord bound spread eagle to the floor with incredibly thick chains attached to big thick floor rings.
The two naked tickle slaves were both giggling mischievously as they used an electric toothbrush in each hand to tickle his twisting squirming feet as he roared with laughter. Even more surprising was the fact that old Fetter was naked and currently straddling the Night Lord and riding his cock.
Fetter waved respectfully to Wendy but didn't stop, her wrinkled old face grimaced with pleasure. Wendy was surprised that Fetter's old pussy could still take a Night Lord cock.
Fhimra was not interested in men at all, but she got tickled so much by everyone that she did seem to enjoy tickling someone else for a change, and was only doing it because her girlfriend Octavia was also doing it, having fun because Octavia was having fun and egging her on to continue.
Wendy and Mistress Lash came up behind the tickle slaves and gave them a taste of their own medicine, grabbing them and tickling their tummies as they laughed and squealed, with Wendy making a point of tickling Fhimra to avoid any potential jealousy.
Fhimra was an adorable little squirming thing to hold onto and tickle, her extremely cute stripy face split with laughter, her body squirming but not hard, just delightful fun to tickle.
Fhimra was a very VERY ticklish woman, ticklish absolutely everywhere, just a helpless giggle factory if squeezed literally anywhere. She was small and not very strong, easy to pin down and tickle the living crap out of.
Wendy grinned with sadistic pleasure as she wrapped her arms around Fhimra tightly from behind and dug her thumb tips into the sides of Fhimra's tummy, generating hysterical desperate laughter, the small cute stripy skinned naked woman squirming uselessly to escape in a futile frenzy.
Octavia was laughing hysterically as well in Mistress Lash's arms, her huge tits jiggling everywhere as she was poked and squeezed into a laughing fit.
Wendy just kept pinning Fhimra down from behind in her grip and digging in her thumbs, making her squeal, having a great time with this extremely fun pass time.
"I'm getting horny Ma'am!", Fhimra squealed with laughter hopefully, spreading her legs even as she was tickled.
Wendy put a finger inside her slimy little stripy hole, and manually penetrated her even as her other hand dug a thumb into her stupidly ticklish slender belly.
Fhimra was tickled and teased all the way to orgasm, her laughter pausing very briefly to give the cutest little moan, and then Wendy just kept tickling as she begged and squealed for mercy adorably.
Wendy cupped a stripy multi-ethnic tit, big enough to comfortably fill her hand and extremely young and perky and supple, but not unnaturally huge, just a pleasing girl-next-door sort of tit. Wendy enjoyed the feeling of this squirming woman's tit in her hand, fondling it lustfully as she kept tickling the frantic giggling plaything.
The power of Slaanesh palpably filled the room as Wendy, Octavia, Fetter, Mistress Lash and the Night Lord all generated worship energy with their extreme lust and excess. Sex dungeons were as good as temples for the Prince of Excess, wherever pleasures were pushed to extremes Slaanesh was empowered in the warp.
Fhimra was out of place here as a worshipper of Tzeentch, but even her own ticklish excess was feeding Slaanesh with lust and sensation. Fhimra was feverishly trying to fill her mind with hope to balance things, mouthing little prayers to Tzeentch even as Wendy tickled her half to death, it was absolutely adorable.
Fetter and the Night Lord were doing their own thing unbothered by the rest now, with Fetter softly making love to the giant bound man, moaning in her old voice as she was penetrated.
The Night Lord seemed to be into it judging from the amount of semen flowing out of Fetter to pool on his pelvis and run down his shaft and balls, he was climaxing repeatedly inside the old slut as she just kept riding him.
Wendy's ex wife Fetter had always been an extremely horny bisexual slut with enormous sexual appetites. For a worshipper of chaos undivided the woman had a sexual appetite more akin to a single faith Slaanesh worshipper, just a sadistic slut who masturbated around Wendy's home as she did the cleaning.
Finding a handsome huge dicked Night Lord chained down to the floor with an erection over Octavia, Fetter had apparently taken advantage of the opportunity to be a horny slut and get her pussy filled. Wendy thoroughly approved as did Slaanesh.
Wendy just kept tickling the hysterical Fhimra, probing different bits of her to screaming laughter, buzzing with sadistic pleasure. Wendy got a wonderful kick out of tickling women, it was a deeply sadistic fetish of hers, she delighted in the knowledge of just how much she was tormenting a woman with tickling, making her feel so wet.
Fhimra had come a long way from the sub Wendy had met at a lesbian singles mingle, having been tickled pretty much nonstop for what must surely be months now, hardening the girl so that she didn't break down and vomit anymore. She had firmly established herself as an invaluable member of the household, excelling beyond all expectations as a tickle slave and earning Wendy's trust and respect with her sincerity and loyalty to both Wendy and Octavia.
Wendy felt deep fondness for Fhimra as she remorselessly tickled her, the adorable lesbian submissive was just so damn cute the way she squirmed and laughed but didn't truly resist or seriously try to escape. This girl had no ulterior motives, Wendy had tickled all the secrets out of her long ago, she just loved to be tickled and dominated by beautiful women. It was also no secret that Fhimra was completely in love with her fellow tickle slave girlfriend Octavia, who tickled Fhimra even more than Wendy did. Fhimra would never leave while Octavia remained.
Wendy gradually stopped tickling the giggling Fhimra, who giggled submissively at Wendy with a nervous smile, and Wendy playfully kissed the girl, being nervously kissed in return submissively.
Wendy let go of Fhimra and turned to see Mistress Lash sucking one of Octavia's massive tits erotically, making Octavia close her eyes and open her mouth in blissful pleasure.
Wendy got wet at the sight and eagerly sucked the other breast, feeling the fat nipple in her mouth with a highly feminine taste, making Octavia moan in pleasure.
"I have nipples too Ma'am.", Fhimra offered hopefully, making both Wendy and Mistress Lash giggle, and they stopped sucking Octavia's huge tits to gang tickle Fhimra to hysterics without sucking anything at all.
This sexual play ended organically when Fetter got off the penis to go get dinner finished, and the submissive Night Lord was unchained and invited to have dinner with the family, (being given the entire cardboard contents of their recycling bin mixed with ice cold water to make it soft and soggy, mixed with the women's soiled tampons for flavour. Space marines could digest indigestible cardboard and they wouldn't get sick from the tampons, and forcing him to eat this stuff made him feel really dominated.)
The two naked tickle slaves had their legs and ankles strapped to their dining chairs so that they couldn't get up and walk around, with even a strap around their tummies restraining them to the chair backs, but their arms were left free to let them eat, with leather straps on their wrists that were currently unclipped to restraint points on their chairs to let them use their arms to eat.
Plates of extremely healthy cooked vegetables were placed in front of the tickle slaves in carefully controlled portions, with not a hint of unhealthy food. They each had a very small piece of low fat high vitamin D cheese placed before them on a second smaller plate to meet their protein and vitamin B12 needs. They were also given a glass of fruit juice as well as a glass of water with a water jug to refill these glasses. Everything the human body needed.
Octavia pouted childishly at the extremely healthy meal in front of her, being a child like glutton at heart who would eat only junk food and sweets if given the opportunity. She had gotten a bit of a slight belly pudge back when she was Wendy's dominatrix wife from always eating high sugar crap, not to mention getting a slightly fat ass and going up many many MANY bra cup sizes. Though this didn't sound like much, this had actually been morbidly *obese* for Octavia!
Octavia's body had been so comprehensively surgically altered that almost all the fat in her body had been relocated to her massive tits. She didn't have enough fat cells left on most of her body to get noticeably fat, with almost all the fat going straight to her tits when she put on any weight. Octavia as a dominatrix had had no one controlling what she could eat and she had eaten unhealthy crap like an absolute gluttonous pig, swelling her tits ridiculously and even saturating her body with enough calories to get a fat ass and a slight belly pudge in the tiny amount of fat cells these places had left!
The long years of starvation coupled with being a divorced tickle slave with a restricted diet had purged Octavia of her (admittedly extremely sexy) unique type of obesity, and now Wendy carefully controlled Octavia's diet to make sure she didn't get fat again. Octavia could pout all she wanted but she was not allowed to stuff herself with junk like a pig anymore.
Octavia stuffed her face with the meagre piece of cheese first, asking hopefully for more without even touching her vegetables. Wendy sternly told Octavia to eat what she was given, and Octavia drank her fruit juice next, avoiding her vegetables like a child.
Octavia glumly ate her vegetables after a stern throat clearing noise from Wendy, pouting like a child.
Fhimra was much more mature about her meal and ate it like a mature adult, eating the vegetables first and not once complaining about anything or begging for more.
Wendy herself ate her own equally healthy and meagre meal from a dog bowl on the floor next to Mistress Lash submissively, eating with only her face, holding her hair up with her hands as she humbly ate in this humiliating way, periodically getting up briefly to supervise Octavia.
Mistress Lash alone had the freedom to eat anything she liked, and was currently eating delicious Asian food dishes of real meat with elegant lacquered chopsticks. Mistress Lash was the dominatrix and the boss, the privilege of controlling the food distribution was hers by right. She got to eat whatever yummy food she liked as the other three women ate only vegetables and a tiny amount of cheese, all in portion sizes designed to keep them slim and slender.
Wendy finished her meal and then lapped up her fruit juice and water from two separate dog bowls on the floor, refilling her water bowl several times with a jug to fully hydrate. Wendy then cleaned up her face and submissively got up with Mistress Lash's permission and walked over to supervise Octavia who was procrastinating in eating all of her vegetables.
Wendy dominantly grabbed Octavia's strap clad wrists and pulled them down to bondage clips built into the chair, clipping her wrist straps to the sides of the chair seat so that she couldn't use her arms. Wendy then dominantly grabbed Octavia's chin and pulled down to force her mouth open, then Wendy forced a vegetable into her mouth and held a hand over her mouth so she couldn't spit it out.
"Eat it!", Wendy scolded the childish tickle slave.
Octavia unhappily chewed on the vegetable, and Wendy force fed her the rest of her food, being mercilessly strict with the naughty girl.
Wendy then forced Octavia to drink lots of glasses of water, slapping her tits every time she resisted.
Wendy then inspected Fhimra's meal progress, finding her food all eaten, fruit juice drunk and her water jug more than half empty from well hydrating. Wendy then took Fhimra's wrist straps and clipped them to the side of her chair to immobilise her arms like Octavia. The two tickle slaves would be imminently tickled in these chairs.
The naked Night Lord had finished eating his cardboard and tampons like a submissive bitch, his gene seed organs easily digesting this crap and gaining sustenance from it. Wendy shrugged and whipped him for a while with a massive bullwhip to punish him for making her feel ugly earlier, making him moan with masochistic pleasure from the pain.
Mistress Lash was finished eating now and was standing behind the extremely nervous looking Fhimra with her hands on Fhimra's stripy bare shoulders, grinning sadistically at the nervously giggling woman with wrists strapped to the sides of the chair.
Mistress Lash massaged Fhimra's jumpy shoulders, Fhimra's face frantic with fearful anticipation, making Wendy chuckle at this adorable sight.
Wendy walked behind Octavia, bending down to cuddle her bound naked body from behind, and Octavia giggled in happy anticipation of being tickled, bending her head around to sweetly kiss Wendy on the cheek affectionately.
Wendy stroked Octavia's neck softly with a fingertip, making her flinch and giggle harder, and Wendy slid her hands down to Octavia's front ribs just under her massive boobs, stroking these ribs expertly to make Octavia explode with laughter and thrash in her straps.
Fhimra was squealing with laughter now too, with Mistress Lash digging her thumbs into Fhimra's side-boobs, (the line at the sides of the body between the ribs and the boobs), thrashing uselessly in her straps as Mistress Lash smiled sadistically.
This was all very pleasing to Slaanesh, Wendy feeling the gaze of her god briefly drawn to this group, these kinky acts of wanton sadistic excess fed energy and power to Slaanesh. The needless kinkiness of something as simple as a meal was fuel for Slaanesh, every act of ticklish excess, all the bondage, the being tickled clean, the way that even toothbrushing was unnecessarily ticklish or sexual, all of these things fed Slaanesh.
The tickle slaves existed partly just for the sadistic fun they gave Wendy, but even more they existed in their daily extremes to please Slaanesh and draw his gaze, to feed him and empower him with their extremes of masochistic ticklish excess. Even Fhimra was like a small power plant feeding energy to Slaanesh with her endless tickled laughter.
The gaze of Slaanesh compelled Wendy and Mistress Lash to tickle the slaves harder, and Wendy obediently found the part of Octavia's tummy that was the most ticklish place on her whole body, and she tickled this place with all of her awful skill.
Octavia's laughter became a scream, and Wendy sensed Slaanesh smile, urging Wendy to tickle Octavia as hard as she possibly could.
Fhimra was also screaming with laughter, Mistress Lash the undivided worshipper currently loudly chanting prayers of worship to Slaanesh in some Asian language as she tickled Fhimra as sadistically as possible.
The torment of the two slaves went on and on under the gaze of Slaanesh, their laughter growing steadily more desperate and overwhelmed, as Slaanesh himself made them temporarily more ticklish to better feed upon their suffering.
Wendy moaned praises to her god as she used some of her chaos gifts of her true form to squeeze Octavia's tummy with supernatural speed, making her scream piercingly with absolute laughter. The sensual feel of the soft supple tummy skin on Wendy's fingertips was orgasmic!
On and on the tickle slaves screamed as Slaanesh fed on their suffering, and Fhimra was now loudly begging in tears for it to stop, her face horrified under the palpable gaze of Slaanesh.
Fhimra was shown no mercy as she screamed with laughter, the pitiless torture continued to delight Slaanesh.
Octavia herself was screaming prayers of worship to her god Slaanesh, sensing his gaze and adoring him utterly, the god of tickling excess, the god of bondage excess, the god of kink excess, the god of all the things Octavia lived for. Octavia prayed with the pure blazing faith of a child, asking for nothing and simply worshipping the god she loved so completely.
Wendy felt an intense bond of love with Octavia as they worshipped Slaanesh together in sadomasochistic bliss, both loving Slaanesh completely, and loving each other all the more for this mutual religious adoration. They were one soul together in Slaanesh right now, tickler and ticklee both playing their parts in a two person act to praise and feed their beloved god.
Pink warp mist filled the room with glowing power, clearly visible as it tore around the room in a tempest, the visible manifestation of this worship energy. Wendy tickled with more and more extremes of sadistic pleasure, wishing to tickle Octavia completely to death, and the screaming tickle slave begged her to somehow tickle her to death. Wendy tried, oh how she tried, but the screaming laughing Octavia just didn't die from it no matter how extreme she was tickled, frustrating both of them in their maniacal lust.
Fhimra was begging for it to end, loudly calling on the name of Tzeentch, and the gaze of Slaanesh seemed to apprehensively turn away, cautious of upsetting the current alliance between Slaanesh and Tzeentch in the great game of the chaos gods. Apparently Fhimra had some *serious* clout with Tzeentch to spook Slaanesh like this…
Wendy and Octavia came to their senses immediately, no longer desiring literal tickle murder, and Wendy cuddled her bound worship partner adoringly. The great thing about tickle torture was that it was so hard to actually die from it. The gaze of Slaanesh could drive lovers to murder each other with torture, pain slaves in particular could get sliced to bits in such worship frenzies, but tickle slaves had an excellent defence against death by torture simply because it was such a hard way to die.
Slaanesh worshippers certainly *had* succeeded on occasion to tickle a woman literally to death, but they were mostly women who were severely unfit, critically dehydrated, had heart problems or other dangerous health conditions, were really old or otherwise sick or injured or unhealthy in some detrimental way. The tickling itself was completely harmless as far as mortality went, the way it killed was by the extreme bodily exertion it triggered with the struggles and laughter and greatly increased heart rate and shortness of breath.
Women who were (physically) young, healthy, extremely physically fit and well fed and well hydrated, with no heart or lung problems like Octavia were basically completely immune to death by tickling so long as they could breathe and stayed hydrated and adequately fed. Octavia had the cardiovascular health of an elite endurance athlete and a carefully controlled diet, she was daily dosed with antiviral and rejuvenation drugs so that she never got sick or aged, making her perfectly suited to survive abusive amounts of daily tickle torture.
"I never seem to get tickled to death Owner Wendy.", Octavia chuckled fondly.
"You would be dead long ago if you could be.", Wendy replied with a fond chuckle.
"I love that I never die from it, I get to enjoy more and more every time I survive.", Octavia said happily.
"I'm glad we are into tickling rather than just pain, otherwise I would have killed you during worship and then cried afterwards. I love that I can try to kill you with tickling while knowing that you won't die, we can keep worshipping together forever.", Wendy told her very fondly.
Octavia turned her face to kiss Wendy lovingly, making Fhimra mutter jealously from her bondage.
Wendy and Octavia ignored her and just kept kissing.
***…
Night Lord Chaos Space Marine Jack Sevenson had an erection as he watched the two naked tickle slaves tickle each other clean in the bath, feeling like he was in love.
His battle brother Augusta had one hell of a sexy tickle slave mother, Octavia was a *fine* woman, the sexiest woman Jack had ever seen.
The beautiful Octavia was currently giggling playfully as she scrubbed the armpit of her stripy skinned mutant fellow tickle slave with a soapy toothbrush, just delightfully playful and mischievous with a beautiful smile on her shockingly gorgeous face, her huge tits hanging off her chest pendulously as she tickled her comrade slave.
Jack looked at Octavia huskily like a man with a hard crush, imagining her in bed with him. He would like nothing more than to bed this woman every night for the rest of his life.
Octavia was so adorable playing with the toothbrush making the other woman laugh, she was so beautiful and had so much energy and youth about her, she sure loved tickling people.
Jack still remembered being chained down in that dungeon being tickled with toothbrushes by Octavia, it had been so aggravating but he had been so turned on by the playful sadism of the beautiful Octavia, and he had developed a bit of a crush on the exquisite specimen.
Jack watched the pair play their mischievous naked tickling game in silence with an aroused smile, imagining joining them but being a gentleman. Octavia and the other one weren't Sevensons and couldn't command the blood curse submission of Jack, but he was still extremely fond of them and didn't want to distress them. He could happily watch them play all night, they were adorable erotic creatures.
Jack observed Octavia, imagining what he might do with her. He imagined a ring on her finger and a baby fathered by Jack suckling at her massive breast, maybe with the stripy woman's belly swollen with pregnancy as she sat in chains beside Octavia. The delightful pair could tickle each other as well as Jack as much as they liked as they got pregnant with his children, he would have sex with both of them and cherish them, but only if he got Octavia first and foremost.
Jack smiled at this thought and approached the beautiful Octavia as she tickled the chained up other one in the bath, he stepped into the bath and waded towards them with a mighty erection…
The stripy skinned one saw Jack and her eyes widened in fear, and she frantically told Octavia that he was there.
The beautiful Octavia turned and looked up at him curiously, so small crawling in the bath water at his feet as he towered over her…
"Sit down and I will tickle you clean as well.", Octavia said sweetly in an intoxicatingly beautiful feminine voice.
Jack eagerly sat down cross legged in the bath and she immediately used her toothbrush to scrub his foot on a sensitive spot she had found on him in the dungeon. Jack chuckled ticklishly and touched her perfect body with a massive hand, making her flinch back and squeal with laughter, the woman just incredibly ticklish to the slightest touch.
Octavia playfully slapped his hand away as he grinned at her hungrily, and she continued tickling his foot making him chuckle and grimace slightly from the aggravating tickle this caused him. His penis was completely erect…
"Please untie me Octavia.", the stripy skinned tickle slave begged apprehensively.
"I have not finished tickling you clean yet.", Octavia said cutely, wagging a finger in playful sternness, and Jack's crush on her grew.
Jack grabbed Octavia quick as blinking and impaled her sweet vagina on his erect penis, groaning with pleasure as he slid inside her. The gorgeous Octavia moaned wonderfully in pleasure from her penetration, and she wagged a finger at him playfully for what he was doing.
"I love your cock inside me!", Octavia moaned, and right at that moment Jack felt certain that he loved her.
Jack very gently held the fragile body of the exquisitely sexy woman and moved her up and down on his penetrating member, making her moan even louder than he was moaning.
"I'm going to punish you with tickling for this!", the stripy skinned tickle slave warned with false bravado, obviously terrified.
"I will fuck you next.", Jack chuckled.
"No you won't you naughty boy, Fhimra is a lesbian and you will kill her with this dick anyway. You may not fuck her, you may not even touch her.", Octavia said with delightful scolding.
"I don't want to split her open…", Jack allowed in slight disappointment, not wanting to kill the adorable woman.
Octavia used her toothbrush to scrub every bit of Jack that she could reach as he gently fucked her, and he chuckled and snorted ticklishly, flinching slightly. His beautiful crush was adorably mischievous in her tickling kink.
Octavia's huge breasts jiggled and bounced as he pleasured himself with her body, her mouth open and voice moaning orgasmically.
"I'm coming!", Octavia exclaimed and gave a gorgeous little feminine gasp.
Jack felt so much love for the delightful woman, and kept fucking her in ecstasy.
Jack tried to control his orgasm to make the sex last longer but Octavia was too intoxicating, and he snarled like an apex predator as he exploded his seed inside her in an exquisite rush of absolute pleasure.
"Ew!, It's floating around in the water!", the stripy skinned tickle slave complained.
"I'm not on birth control, get this shit away from me!", she further protested as it floated towards her.
Jack laughed in delight and deliberately paddled the water towards her in the bath so that his seed would have the best chance of reaching her vagina, fondly imagining her belly swollen with pregnancy carrying his child.
"You asshole!, OWNER WENDY!, MISTRESS LASH!, A NIGHT LORD IS TRYING TO GET ME PREGNANT!", the tickle slave screamed as loudly as she could…
"WHAT?!"
Jack gulped nervously as he heard angry footsteps approaching with supernatural speed…
Jack turned to see the horrific female ape-monster form of Wendy Sevenson entering the room, her tusk filled mouth snarling with protective rage and hatred…
The Wendy monster moved with eye watering speed and grabbed the chains binding the stripy tickle slave and snapped them like wet string, releasing the slave. Wendy then very gently and protectively lifted Octavia off Jack and put her down safely to one side.
The Wendy monster then grabbed Jack's muscular Astartes neck with a huge clawed hand and lifted him up in the air by his neck, his feet dangling trying to reach the ground!
The monster was terrifyingly strong and suddenly hurled him backwards by the neck to slam painfully into a wall several metres away!
The Wendy monster was on him again in a blur, brutally punching him in the abdomen and slamming his head against the wall again and again!
Jack was suddenly thrown away and into another wall, slamming against it and falling down to the floor painfully!
The Wendy monster moved to her stripy slave very tenderly and asked her if she had been raped. She shook her head but pointed to the semen stuck to her vagina. The Wendy monster carried the girl with great gentle tenderness out of her bath to a floor hose and thoroughly flushed the woman out, disappointing Jack in his hopes of getting her pregnant.
"I asked him not to, said I might get pregnant, and he very deliberately put his cum on my pussy Owner Wendy.", the stripy tickle slave told her owner accusingly.
The Wendy monster roared and gave Jack another brutal beating, and his submission from the curse prevented him from even defending himself!
Jack was dragged naked to the palace front door and hurled outside, followed shortly after by his weapons and armour being thrown out with him. The door was then slammed shut.
Jack wondered how this would affect his chances of wedding and impregnating the beautiful Octavia?
***…