Chapter 31H
The vast Night Lord military staging hangar onboard the Nightmare Asylum was filled with the soft pleasant voices of women, the place was infested with women.
The Night Lords would soon be battling orks in bloody conflict, and as was traditional, they were getting women to bless their vehicles and war gear and ammunition and other equipment and supplies.
Every female with any kind of connection to a Night Lord was present, be they lovers, slaves, friends, kin, acquaintances, all were welcome and present to do their small part in praying to their chaos gods to bless and protect the Night Lords and their equipment in the hope that this might make the difference between life and death in battle. All over the room women prayed and anointed the gear with blood in unholy symbols of the dark gods, bestowing what divine favour they could upon their menfolk.
Night Lords stood around in loincloths as every part of their armour was prayed over and anointed with the blood of sacrificial victims by the women. The Night Lords themselves had already done the honours of slaying the sacrificial victims with knives on bloody altars out of sight of the women to protect against offending their feminine natures, slicing open arteries to collect the blood in buckets ready for the women to use. (The sacrificial victims were all captured Khorne worshippers from Štękżå'räšh.)
The gentler of the women were told that the blood came from "voluntary blood donations", with the youngest women and girls in particular being told this comforting lie, but the wiser women knew the truth but repeated the lie to coddle the weak, this gathering needed faith and devout worship not tears.
In his loincloth stood the massive 8 foot tall Night Lord Astartes Jack Sevenson the chaos space marine, standing with some of his other battle brothers in a small group. The Night Lords were scattered all around the room in small random groupings, watching the women anoint and pray over their equipment.
Beside Jack stood the even more massive 9 foot tall Augusta Antony Sevenson, son of Octavia Antony (maiden name) the tickle slave and Luke Sevenson the Night Lord Chaos Lord, Augusta having both last names since his parents had never been married, wearing his bastard origins like a badge of pride rather than shame. Augusta was a muscle bound psychotic, so swollen with muscles that he barely fitted inside his power armour, a huge berserk killing machine with a manly mane of shoulder length curly dark brown hair like his mother's much longer hair, with his mother's dark brown eyes but the face of his brutal father.
Augusta was as overwhelmingly masculine as his mother was overwhelmingly feminine, the Antony family seemed to only exist in extremes of gender expression, the most intoxicatingly feminine women but also the most brutally masculine men, nothing in between.
If Jack had his way, the massive Augusta would soon be Jack's step son…
Augusta had a sudden twitching fit of chaos madness, his huge muscles bulging as his vast powerful body shook violently, regaining his composure and stillness a moment later. His brutal face looked savage and half crazed, fighting back his urge to kill something.
Jack cleared his throat thoughtfully, drawing the attention of the brutal killer.
"How are your parents doing Augusta?", Jack asked conversationally in his own powerful Astartes voice.
"My dad is right over there, go ask him?", Augusta replied oddly, bewildered by the question.
"How is your mother?", Jack asked carefully.
Augusta cocked his brutal head suspiciously but answered.
"My mother is well.", Augusta answered simply, his tone making it clear that any further questions about her would not be welcomed.
"She and your father are not together anymore correct?", Jack pressed.
"Correct.", Augusta replied icily, his demeanour turning ever more suspicious and hostile.
"She with anyone?", Jack pressed regardless of the danger.
"She is as a matter of fact!, She has met a lovely *woman* that she is serious with, if it were not a woman I would likely *kill* them!", Augusta snarled with rage.
"Tell me more…"
"Why are you so fucking interested!?", Augusta suspiciously demanded.
"I love her…", Jack admitted quietly.
"If you TOUCH her…"
"I fucked her yesterday…"
Augusta snarled and tackled Jack to the ground, violently punching him on the ground with brutal violence!
Jack angrily punched him back, the two Astartes snarling savagely as they brutally fought.
"Stop fighting each other!", one of the Sevenson women shouted shrilly.
Both men froze, still as statues, wanting to keep punching but unable to push their fists against an invisible wall in their minds. The Sevenson bloodline curse bound them stronger than any chains, forcing them to submit to their women peers with absolute slavish obedience.
"That's better!", the woman snapped, seeing that they couldn't fight anymore.
The pair of Night Lords were unable to fight further so simply stood and dusted themselves off.
"I love your mother, and I want you to be ok with that.", Jack told Augusta seriously.
"You are wasting your time, my Mother prefers women. She already has a serious girlfriend, her little fellow tickle slave friend Fhimra. Do not disturb their happiness.", Augusta warned hatefully.
"You give your blessing to the stripy one but not to your own battle brother?", Jack asked.
"I don't like men touching my mother, I don't mind women, women are gentle and soft. Men would hurt her, and they would dishonour me by… Fucking my MUM!", Augusta growled.
"I won't hurt her, I know she is delicate and fragile. I will cherish her and protect her.", Jack promised.
"How would you feel if I fucked YOUR mum?", Augusta growled.
"You already did…", Jack quietly reminded him.
"You are mistaken.", Augusta flatly denied.
"Well SOMEONE did!", Jack growled.
"See!, You don't like it!, Why should I like it anymore than you?", Augusta said triumphantly.
"This is love though, I would marry her…", Jack offered.
"You will do no such thing!, I am not going to have YOU for a step father!", Augusta snarled wrathfully.
"This is not about you."
"My mother already plans to marry her girlfriend, and I have given my blessing. You are just lusting over her and fantasising.", Augusta accused.
"They plan to get married?", Jack asked in jealous disappointment.
"They are not engaged yet but they talk about it openly.", Augusta said smugly.
"But they are both tickle slaves in the same dungeon, what's the point of them getting married to each other?, They can't gain the freedom by marrying a free person if they marry another slave, they won't escape their dungeon for their entire lives!", Jack protested this madness.
"They love each other and they like being tickle slaves in a dungeon, they are not trying to get anything out of it like freedom.", Augusta mocked him.
"Don't you want your mother to be free?", Jack urged.
"I would have freed her myself with violence years ago if she wanted to be free. She BEGGED me to let her remain enslaved!, She doesn't WANT to be set free by marrying you!", Augusta growled wrathfully.
"She wants to stay a tickle slave for life?", Jack asked unnecessarily.
"Correct.", Augusta growled.
"She could be MY tickle slave…", Jack began hopefully.
"I would fucking KILL you right now if not for this damnable submission curse!", Augusta roared at Jack in fury at this suggestion.
"Why is it so much worse than when Mistress Wendy does it?", Jack demanded to know.
"Because Mistress Wendy is like a second mother to me who always loved my mother and helped her raise me from birth, you are a random swine who is very suddenly asking to fuck and enslave my already happy mother!", Augusta exclaimed.
Jack paused at these reasonable sounding words.
"But I desire her so strongly, I love her."
"You already fucked her, let that be enough for you and pursue her no further.", Augusta demanded.
"What do I have to do to convince you that I'm serious?", Jack pressed.
Augusta just looked at him.
"What makes the tickle slave girlfriend so much more suitable than me?", Jack insisted.
"My mother LIVES in that dungeon, the ONLY serious partner that she is EVER going to have is one who ALSO lives in the dungeon with her!, Only another tickle slave or Mistress Wendy herself is EVER going to be able to marry my mother and live with her in the dungeon, that dungeon is her HOME, she's never going to leave it.", Augusta jeered.
"So I have to move in with Octavia?", Jack asked.
"Mistress Wendy is never going to let you move into her private dungeon home, only her slaves can enter, but they then can't leave. Mistress Wendy alone gets to decide who can access my mother and live in her home. She sure as shit won't let a Night Lord.", Augusta laughed with harsh mockery.
Jack fell silent unhappily at these words, yearning for the beautiful Octavia so strongly that it physically hurt. Augusta noted the silence and nodded approvingly with a hell altered growl.
For a while there was extremely uncomfortable silence, then Augusta's beautiful mother Octavia herself ran up to him giggling with happy excitement, followed by her stripy skinned fellow tickle slave. Augusta tensed and gave Jack a warning glare.
The gorgeous Octavia was wearing a provocative bright yellow bra with the word "Tickle" printed in black on the right bra cup and the word "Me" printed in black on the left bra cup. Over her bra she wore a completely see through bright pink skin tight elastic fishnet shirt that looked incredibly sexy on her. The bottom half of her wore tiny light brown skin tight short shorts so tiny that they barely covered her divinely sexy ass. Her legs were clad in decorative bright pink elastic string that crisscrossed from her ankles all the way up to her upper thighs, ending in a cute looking double bow knot, just an extremely sexy decoration. Her feet wore extremely cute pink strapped sandals, clearly showing off brightly painted toenails painted with the words "pL33z Tik3L" with adorably bad spelling.
On Octavia's wrists were locked individual stainless steel shackles, each dangling about an inch of loose chain, the shackle chains not currently padlocked to anything and just individually hanging loose so that she could move her arms and hands around freely. She looked radiantly happy with a beautiful beaming smile, radiating the energy of physical youth and optimism in a way that made her even more attractive.
Jack gazed at Octavia with open mouthed awe, finding her so incredibly beautiful and attractive in so many different ways.
Octavia joyfully hugged her son Augusta with her shackle clad arms, so short compared to the 9 foot man that she was only hugging his legs, her huge tits squishing against Augusta's legs from the tight hug.
The stripy skinned mutant tickle slave Fhimra enthusiastically piled on in hugging Augusta's legs beside Octavia, the woman wearing a cute blue cotton top printed with the words "Ticklish Tzeentch girl, (yes my Tickle Domme bought me this top)", and a black latex fetish wear miniskirt, her wrists also clad in free shackles and her feet wearing sandals that showed off excessive numbers of toes on each foot.
Augusta smiled down at the pair with programmed submission to his mother and fond approval towards the stripy one, actually approving of his mother's lesbian lover in a way he couldn't do for his own battle brother Jack!
"We just finished blessing your bolt gun, with *both* our gods!, Violet and Mandy are now blessing it after us, Violet's psychic powers will probably give a better blessing than mine but every little bit helps!", Octavia said happily with adorable energy.
"Thank you Mummy and Fhimra, I'm sure it will make all the difference in battle.", Augusta submissively encouraged his mother.
"I hope you will be safe fighting orks, I don't want you to get hurt.", Octavia fretted adorably.
"I will use my bolter as much as possible to pick them off at long range. We will also be doing night fighting so the orks can't see us clearly. The odds of victory are in our favour.", Augusta reassured his remarkable mother.
"I will pray extra hard just in case.", Octavia said beautifully.
"Could you please bless me as well?", Jack asked Octavia hopefully, making Augusta glare at him in warning.
"You were a VERY naughty boy in the bath last night when I was tickling Fhimra clean!, But I still want you to be safe Jack so I will bless your bolt gun and your armour soon.", Octavia allowed with adorable sternness.
"Yes, you were an absolute beast in that bath, but I don't want you to die in battle so I will bless your war gear.", The stripy woman reluctantly agreed.
"What EXACTLY did he do to you in the bath?", Augusta asked wrathfully.
"He deliberately tried to get me pregnant when he was asked not to, I had to take a morning after pill this morning just in case!", the stripy tickle slave grumbled.
"I thought you wanted my mother, yet you tried to fuck Fhimra?!", Augusta exclaimed.
"Wait what?, You want *me*?", Octavia asked in surprise.
"I very much want to marry you Octavia…", Jack told her with great affection and sombreness.
"I, oh sweetie, I'm really flattered, but I already have a very serious girlfriend that I plan to marry. You are very handsome and sexy but I'm already taken.", Octavia sweetly said apologetically!
Jack let out an anguished cry of despair at these terrible words!
"But I LOVE you!", Jack lamented in dismay.
Octavia ran up to him and gave his legs a sympathetic cuddle, patting his legs and making soothing noises with beautiful emotional sweetness. She was so amazingly beautiful…
Without even thinking about it Jack swatted down to her level and embraced her with regret in his massive muscular arms. Octavia kissed him on the cheek very sweetly and apologised to him for breaking his heart. Her response was so warm and so kind and genuine that Jack couldn't possibly hate her even though she was turning him down.
"I will still play with you from time to time if Owner Wendy lets me, I just can't be your wife. I want you to be happy.", Octavia said with wonderful warmth and sympathy.
"I would like to play with you Octavia…", Jack said sadly, making Augusta growl with anger.
Octavia let go of him and pulled down her shorts to reveal a yellow pair of open crotch panties that matched her "Tickle Me" bra, and were printed with the word "Here" above a black arrow pointing down at the open crotch, so that the underwear together said "Tickle Me Here" and pointed at her pussy with an arrow. It was intoxicatingly provocative underwear with this message on it.
Octavia then got Jack to lie down and pulled aside his loincloth to reveal his penis, and straddled him guiding his penis inside her through the crotch hole in her panties in the sweetest possible way of gently letting down a man who loved her.
Augusta was enraged but too submissive to his mother to do anything to stop her, and Jack felt wonderful as she pleasured him with great gentle regard and tenderness, her way of ensuring that there were no hard feelings and no bitterness between them. It was as pleasurable as it was sweet and thoughtful, and Jack felt his wounded pride soothed and cooled by this beautiful tenderness.
Jack came in blissful pleasure, having not a hard feeling towards Octavia, and she climbed off his cock and cleaned herself up, returning her short shorts and giving him a big cuddle and a kiss on the cheek that made him smile.
Octavia then returned to the somewhat irritated looking stripy woman, waving goodbye to Jack sweetly, and Jack sighed, feeling like he would be ok.
"My mother is ridiculously kind.", Augusta said disgustedly.
"She really is.", Jack agreed with a sigh of comfort from the floor.
"Ahem, Sir, if you want a tickle slave wife… I am available…", a daemon possessed Slaaneshi Stōørølø female voice said hopefully.
Jack turned his gaze to see about a thousand Slaanesh worshipping Stōørølø tribeswomen turned tickle slaves standing looking at him hopefully.
"I give you my warmest blessings for you to marry literally any of *these* women.", Augusta said with a mocking laugh.
The tribeswomen all got excited at this blessing and mobbed around Jack excitedly as he glared at Augusta hatefully.
***…
The Slaanesh worshipping women tickle slave survivors of Stōørølø happily chatted, (and slightly ran amok searching for strong warrior husbands), in the giant "staging hangar" their huge armoured masters had led them to in chains, enjoying having the chains of their permanent wrist shackles unlocked to let them move freely. This was a nice change from the tickling dungeons they usually lived chained up in.
The women had been enslaved by the hated Tzeentch tribes at least weeks ago, and had been sold to huge mighty warriors in strange dark blue armour. These huge warriors had not spoken a word of the language most of the women spoke, but some of the women had been daemon possessed daemon-hosts whose possessing daemons understood the language fluently and translated for the rest. The huge warriors had informed the women that they were now "tickle slaves" and had informed them that if they didn't spend 8 hours every day either getting tickled by women or tickling other women then they would be killed!
The women had been locked in a dungeon and had frantically tickled each other all day long as much as they could to avoid being put to death. Those who had avoided the bare minimum 8 hours a day of tickling or being tickled had been brutally murdered by the huge warriors with swords in front of the rest as a warning!
The huge masters had been *merciless* in killing the women who didn't meet their insane demands for ticklish excess upon female flesh, brutally slicing open bellies and pulling out guts in front of the other screaming women! They had known, somehow or other the masters KNEW the exact amount of time each woman had spent giving or receiving tickling, and they knew if it was done hard enough for their sadistic kicks or mercifully soft, with the soft tickle women being skinned alive!
Many of the women had been unable to take all the tickling and deliberately stopped so that they could commit suicide by the masters' swords, others had gone mad and attacked the masters, being immediately *crucified* in punishment with the survivors forced to tickle these women on their crucifixion crosses!
These "Night Lords" were the most brutal and terrifying warriors alive, they daily terrorised the women to obedience with bloody purges of any who were not obedient to their mandatory tickling!
The women who had survived had done so by submitting completely to this insane demand for merciless tickling, digging deep into the excess of Slaanesh to gain a lust and a taste for this torture. The most devout and favoured of Slaanesh had flourished as the less faithful wore out from the prolonged fatigue of eight hours every day without ever a day of rest.
The women had self organised into roles of sadism and masochism, with leaders and enforcers to make sure that no one else was brutally murdered for failing to meet the sadistic expectations of the masters. Many of these women had been chaos warriors back on Stōørølø, especially chaos warrior charioteers, and some had even been Slaanesh Chosen or even Chaos Champions of Slaanesh or even mighty female Chaos Lords of medieval armies. The mighty amongst them had taken leadership and organised the whole group into a "tickling army" that carried out their cruel task with military efficiency.
For at least eight hours a day half of the women were tickled by the other half, many of them switching between tickled and tickler periodically throughout the day, with an entire command structure of highly sadistic powerful women who mercilessly tickled the women below them in the hierarchy, with heavily tickled daemon possessed women acting as translators to make sure that the masters were pleased with them, begging the masters to be happy with them and show them favour.
From the daemon possessed interpreters they had learned that other Slaanesh worshipping tribeswomen had been enslaved in other roles than tickling, some used as pain slaves who had 8 hours a day of agony and pain inflicted upon them, some as rape slaves who were raped for 8 hours a day, some for all sorts of other types of sexual excess. These huge "Night Lords" worshipped Slaanesh and were using these tribeswomen to act out all kinds of excesses and depravity to please and worship their god!
The women had been delighted to learn that this was all being done for such a great and noble cause, and they had redoubled their efforts to make ticklish laughter to worship their god once they understood the holy reason for doing so.
Now the women were so good at being "tickle slaves" that they were safe from being murdered by the masters, and even felt secure enough to slightly run amok eagerly looking for strong warrior husbands among the mighty masters right now, having a great time in this staging hangar.
Amongst this multitude slithered Sindi the Ticklish, a majestic Chaos Lord of Slaanesh of the medieval armies of Stōørølø turned tickle slave, now the tickler queen of all the tickle slaves in "her" dungeon.
Sindi had milk white flawless skin and a long snakelike body from where her legs had once been on down, just above her vagina and anus and bottom which all still existed, the holes merely moved to make them easier to access. Her torso was completely naked and bare, with six huge luscious breasts and six arms each with an unchained shackle locked to the wrist to show all here that she was a slave. Her noseless face was potently erotic and disturbing at the same time and her hair was made of sensitive dreadlocks of flesh the same milky white as her skin.
Sindi slithered up to the loincloth wearing mighty warrior Night Lord Chaos Lord Luke Sevenson himself, the greatest leader of the masters, and she respectfully bowed her snake-like body before him.
Chaos Lord Luke Sevenson was absolutely huge, 9 feet tall at least and swollen with unnatural amounts of hard bulging muscle. His skin was almost as white as Sindi's own skin but his entire torso had a black tinge underneath, with the outline of some sort of vest or something surgically implanted just under his skin, something which Slaanesh hinted in her mind was called a "black carapace gene seed organ", whatever that means. Sticking out of his skin all over his body were inch wide holes full of grey metal that looked like something was supposed to be… Plugged into them, like part of some machine. Slaanesh confirmed this to be the case, hinting that his strange armour was directly plugged into these holes to let it move around and feel like part of his own body.
Chaos Lord Luke Sevenson had no beard or other facial hair, all clean shaven with some sort of razor she guessed, but he was not at all bald and he did have hair on his head, just cut extremely short to the point of severity. The hair colour was hard to be certain of because of how short it was, but it looked to be some shade of light brown or dark blonde, perhaps born with blonde hair as a child but hair which had darkened as an adult to become more brown than blonde, the way blonde hair was often want to do.
Chaos Lord Luke Sevenson barely spared Sindi a glance, and she rose from her respectful bow. Around Sindi were other female chaos lord slaves in command of other great hordes of women dedicated to other types of sexual excess, all of them vying for attention from this greatest of the masters.
Around the Night Lord Chaos Lord stood other mighty warriors like him, all intimidatingly muscular and strong, and the enslaved female chaos lords fearfully kept their distance from the mighty imposing man.
"Lukey Lukey!, Do you want me to bless your equipment too!", a female voice squealed excitedly, with Sindi only understanding the words due to a daemonette that symbiotically possessed her snake-like flesh.
Sindi turned to see an astonishingly beautiful huge breasted curly long brown haired late teenage girl in a yellow bra and brown short shorts running bouncily towards them, with unchained shackles on her wrists showing that she was a slave…
The girl fearlessly squeezed past Sindi and ran to the great lord, pouncing at him to energetically hug his leg with happy youthful energy!
Sindi expected the girl to meet her end, but instead the mighty lord smiled fondly and patted her hair very gently with great affection, clearly there was some connection between the two.
The great lord bent down and suddenly grabbed the girl and tickled her very cruelly with a mischievous smile, making her explode into laughter and squirm uselessly in his strong grip!
"Your bra says to tickle you, as do your toenails. I'm just doing as it says.", Luke Sevenson playfully taunted in a deep brutal voice in a tone of mischievous sadistic fondness.
The girl squealed with laughter without replying, and he kept tickling her for so long that it was almost embarrassing.
The great lord stopped and let go, but the girl clung to his leg playfully and didn't try to escape, giggling up at him adorably.
"Why did you stop?", the girl giggled playfully.
The great lord tickled her again to squealing laughter for twice as long this time, chuckling mischievously, and then stopped again.
The girl still didn't try to retreat, clinging to his leg and playfully baiting him to tickle her even more. The great lord patiently ignored her playful baiting, giving her sides slight pokes occasionally to make her flinch and squeal, grinning softly with delight at her company.
The girl sat down on one of his feet, and reached up high to playfully tickle at the back of his massive knee, making him snort slightly and fall upon her with renewed hard tickling that made her laugh hard.
The girl was still not tamed when he finally stopped, playfully pining for even more with adorable baiting, and the great lord crawled above the girl on the floor and took off his loincloth, clearly intent on having sex with her.
"Put it away Luke!", the girl giggled uncontrollably, playfully slapping at his penis very softly with her hands.
The huge lord chuckled huskily and pulled off her shorts lustfully, revealing yellow underwear with a huge hole over the vagina for easy access.
"You are so naughty!", the girl squealed and giggled in the face of her impending penetration.
The huge lord then lustfully penetrated the giggling girl as she playfully protested insincerely, gently slapping at his chest as he lay on top of her with a hungry grin.
The girl moaned with pleasure and loudly praised Slaanesh as she was lain with by the mighty one, and the great lord enthusiastically continued her energetic penetration.
It was obvious to Sindi by this point that this obviously Slaanesh worshipping girl was fondly beloved by the great lord as a sexual partner of some sort, she reacted to him the way someone dear to him would, with playful warmth towards him.
The great lord groaned in climax and pulled out of the giggling girl, and she playfully slapped his arm calling him naughty. The lord poked her in the belly tickling her again.
The girl got up, huge amounts of sperm falling out of the hole in her underwear to splat on the floor, and she continued to pester the great lord for attention playfully.
"Is that your husband, beautiful young maiden?", Sindi asked the girl respectfully, drawing her curious attention and distracting her from playfully pestering her massive lover.
"Who Lukey?, Not at all, not even my boyfriend. But he did father my son so I see a lot of him and enjoy irritating him like this.", the girl chuckled happily.
"But the great lord just lay with you?", Sindi noted in surprise.
"I'm a massive slut who fucks everyone, it doesn't mean anything if I fuck someone.", the girl happily explained.
"You are breaking my heart!", the great lord explained theatrically.
"I am not!", the girl giggled in protest and playfully slapped his arm gently.
The great lord poked her in the side making her flinch and squeal out a laugh.
"You obviously enjoy great favour with the great lord.", Sindi respectfully sucked up to the girl.
"This adorable tickle slave is the mother of my first ever son, it is natural that I tolerate her more than most.", the great lord fondly explained, obviously happy to talk about this girl right now.
"What do you mean 'tolerate'?!", the girl playfully protested, slapping his arm again, making him chuckle fondly at her with great playful affection.
"She is a tickle slave oh lord?, I myself am in command of your tickle slaves, shall I care for your favoured one too?", Sindi sucked up shamelessly.
"You are not 'in command', you are a tickle slave too!", the great lord mocked and walked over to grab Sindi!
Sindi squealed with laughter as her poor body was squeezed in terrible places by powerful hands, so ticklish that it was terrifying!
The great lord laughed at her hysterical laughter, taunting her as she was tormented with hard tickling!
The girl happily joined in, squeezing Sindi's abdomen in a terrible place, and Sindi desperately used her six arms and powerful tail to keep the girl at bay. But the great lord was far too strong to fight off and he tickled Sindi mercilessly!
The great lord stopped, but kept holding Sindi so she couldn't slither away, and he returned his attention to the girl, who was once again playfully pestering him for attention.
The lord sat down on Sindi's tail so she couldn't slither away and pulled the girl into his lap to tickle her yet again even more, generating energetic giggling and squealing.
The lord then used one hand to tickle Sindi as he tickled the girl with the other, making Sindi laugh hard in torment, her body insanely ticklish!
This unendurable game continued for a while until a stripy skinned Stōørølø Tzeentch tribeswoman wearing a blue top with Tzeentch symbols and unchained shackles on her wrists approached, looking jealous.
"You coming to play too?", the great lord asked teasingly.
"I would like to get my girlfriend back please sir.", the Tzeentch woman politely requested.
"The snake woman?", the lord chuckled teasingly.
"No the other one please sir.", the woman chuckled.
The lord let go of the giggling girl but she didn't leave his lap, playfully trying to tickle him in revenge as Sindi slithered nervously pinned under his weight.
"Please come Octavia.", the Tzeentch girl begged.
"Come and get her.", the great lord chuckled.
"Don't you dare tickle me!", the Tzeentch girl warned holding up a finger sternly.
The Tzeentch girl nervously approached, putting a hand on the shoulder of the other girl. The great lord's mighty arms then suddenly wrapped around both of them, trapping them and tickling them both terribly in his grip!
The two girls squealed with laughter and futilely struggled in his impossibly strong arms, and the lord chuckled sadistically and kept tickling both with extreme mischief.
For a few minutes the girls were trapped squealing with laughter in his strong arms, the great lord grinning sadistically and obviously enjoying himself. The lord eventually stopped tickling them but still held them trapped in his arms.
"Please release us sir, we have to bless more war gear.", the Tzeentch girl begged hopefully.
The lord responded by tickling them both again for another minute, leaving them giggling nervously when he stopped again.
"I'm glad I have both of you here where you can't escape, we should have a chat.", the great lord told the giggling girls dominantly, to which they nodded nervously with ticklish anticipation.
"I hear on the grapevine that the pair of you girls are getting married.", the great lord said fondly.
"We are not formally engaged yet but yes sir.", the Tzeentch girl giggled nervously.
"Congratulations, I hope I am invited to your wedding.", the lord said fondly.
"Of course you are, silly.", the Slaanesh girl playfully scolded.
"Where will you get married, in a temple?", the lord asked fondly.
"In the tickling dungeon probably, we haven't decided yet.", the Slaanesh girl said happily.
"I would like my parents to be able to come, maybe we could arrange for them to get on a ship at Stōørølø and come to attend sir?", the Tzeentch girl asked the lord hopefully.
"I'm sure it could be arranged for them to travel aboard one of the food supply ships from Stōørølø, any other family members who want to attend can come too.", the lord fondly offered.
"Thank you sir!", the Tzeentch girl thanked with happy excitement.
"It's no problem at all. Octavia here is greatly loved by the whole Sevenson family, she used to be a beloved Cartel wife who did right by us at every turn, we still remember her fondly. We are all happy to see her so happy with such a nice young lady.", the great lord said happily.
"You are too kind sir.", the Tzeentch girl said sounding touched.
"No don't tickle me again!", the Tzeentch girl squealed a moment later.
"Luke that tickles!", the Slaanesh girl squealed with laughter.
"Are both tickle slaves lord?", Sindi asked curiously.
"Yep, these two adorable things are tickle slaves who met in my sister's dungeon, I could tickle them both all day long.", the lord chuckled fondly, still tickling the squealing pair.
"I have not seen them in the tickling dungeon my lord.", Sindi said respectfully.
"They don't live in the communal dungeon where you lot are kept, these girls are private tickle slaves not public tickle slaves like you. Just the two of them in their Owner's dungeon.", the lord happily explained as he kept tickling the pair of girls.
"I would like to tickle them too my lord.", Sindi asked hopefully.
"Feel free to tickle them right now.", the lord shrugged.
Sindi slithered over and used all six of her hands to tickle both girls at the same time, with three milk white dexterous hands on each squealing girl. Sindi got intense sadistic pleasure from tickling this pair, Sindi being a colossal sadist who enjoyed making others suffer.
The lord let go of the Slaanesh girl to mischievously tickle Sindi!
Sindi squealed with laughter, just so damn ticklish, and she couldn't keep tickling the pair under this terrible distraction!
The lord let go of the girls and instead wrestled Sindi and tickled her mercilessly, making her howl with laughter!
The Tzeentch girl took advantage of the distraction to drag her Slaanesh girl betrothed away, leaving Sindi at the mercy of the great lord!
Sindi squealed and laughed, and then grunted as a huge penis entered her vagina!
"You wish me as a wife great lord?", Sindi asked hopefully.
"I already have a wife.", the great lord chuckled as he had sex with her as he tickled her.
"I could be a second wife my lord.", Sindi suggested.
"I can't have more than one, it would complicate inheritance squabbles.", the great lord refused.
"A concubine then?", Sindi asked hopefully.
"What makes you think that you are good enough to be my concubine?", the great lord laughed at her.
"You mean to get me pregnant my lord, I would like my children I bear for you to have some rights as the sons and daughters of your official concubine oh lord.", Sindi laughed from her tickling hopefully.
"How about I fuck you as much as I like, and any children are your problem to raise by yourself in the dungeon, because you are literally a fucking slave.", the lord laughed nastily.
"You would be so cruel?", Sindi gasped.
"Watch me be exactly that cruel.", the lord said and kept penetrating her until he deposited his seed inside her!
"Be sure you do a good job raising my child all by yourself.", the lord said as he pulled out of her!
Sindi was dismayed, she was a chaos lord herself but treated with such indignity!
***…
TigerLily Sevenson watched in slight jealous irritation, as her husband Luke was once again being a terror to the ladies as he lustfully fucked random slave women under circumstances of dubious consent.
The mind of TigerLily was so Lovecraftian and vast that it was very difficult to even describe her thought processes, she didn't think in a simple manner that could be easily recorded as an inner monologue, thinking a trillion different things at once on a scale that mortal minds simply couldn't comprehend.
But that being said, she was still irritated.
She could clearly see trillions of different fates simultaneously, like overlapping vibrations that collapsed into certainty just ahead of the "event horizon" of the present time wave. Time was like a huge wave front, with the eternal present being the wave that moved ever forwards in time, but all perception still permanently fixed to the wave of the present that carried all things ever onwards into the future.
The fates and possibilities rippled ahead of the present wave, like quantum vibrations that would collapse into certainty or nothingness when the wave hit them, and beings like TigerLily could see these ripples and vibrations ahead in time and could attempt to manipulate the present to go along fate strands of their choosing.
In every single fate strand that Tzeentch and TigerLily wanted, it was unfortunately a certainty that Luke would be, not just sexually unfaithful to TigerLily, but sexually unfaithful to the point of absurdity. It was a 100 percent certainty that he would cheat on her as an unwanted side effect of things going to plan, and if he was faithful to her then that would actually be a disaster indicating that the fates were entirely unfavourable to Tzeentch's plans.
TigerLily knew that she couldn't have her plans succeed and stop her husband cheating on her at the same time, but it still greatly peeved her and annoyed her and pissed her off on some level inside her Lovecraftian consciousness.
Luke had fucked Octavia, fucked another skanky tickle slave, and was moving on to fuck even more cowering slave women, sewing his seed inside them enthusiastically as they mewled for his favour like sycophantic slut bunnies. This all gave TigerLily a case of the crankies.
TigerLily was currently using her mind numbing sorceries to weave potent blessings on all the Night Lord equipment in the staging hangar, carefully navigating the fates to prevent every fate where an ork killed a Night Lord in the coming battles. Only a mind like hers could process so many strands of fate at once, much less manipulate them to specific ends as she was, consuming some but not all of her Lovecraftian mind.
TigerLily knew that she should just ignore the inevitable adultery, but her specific nature as a daemon nagged at her mind, irked and irritated as her husband inseminated Octavia yet again!
The dumb slut Octavia just kept going back to the colossal rapist who had ruined her life, twenty years of cathartic tickling combined with brain surgery had so numbed her brain that she had made peace with Luke and was no longer triggered by him, and she just kept going back to tease him and bait him into tickling her, which inevitably led to him getting too horny and fucking her!
Eventually the jealousy was intolerable even for TigerLily. She loved her husband Luke as much as a daemon like her was capable of loving anything at all but their god, and she was jealous and spiteful by nature in her love. Luke was the only person TigerLily had ever truly loved back as a mortal, not counting her children whom she had had no choice but to love due to maternal instincts. Luke alone she had loved freely, the man who gave her so much pleasure and intoxicated her with such perfect dominance, the man who alone had fucked her to complete obedience.
This love had endured when she ascended to daemonhood, and if anything it had actually gotten even stronger. Everyone else had betrayed TigerLily (in response to her betraying them first), but Luke alone had stayed emotionally loyal to her, (despite cheating on her like an absolute mother fucker), so she had likewise remained romantically loyal to her one and only paramour.
TigerLily had seen Octavia being fucked right now in so many different fates, but it still pissed her off. She must not intervene as this would have disastrous consequences for the fates she was trying to cultivate, but she was sorely tempted to explode into a jealous rage and pull the slut off her man-slut of a husband!
TigerLily was currently dressed in a blue full body burqa of real tailored cloth that covered everything including her wings and hands and feet so that mortals could look at her without going mad, with only the tiniest crack in the fabric for TigerLily to see out of, and a lot of people were subtly looking at her and looking at Luke fucking Octavia and then looking back at TigerLily with discomfort and awkwardness. It did not take psychic powers to see what they were thinking.
Octavia and Luke's bastard son Augusta was looking at his adulterous parents with concern, but he was far too submissive to his mother to actually stop her.
The fates did not allow TigerLily to stop the adultery, so instead she carefully looked at what fates she could follow that would at least make her feel a bit better. She couldn't stop the adultery, but she could sing her feelings through obscure old songs that would confuse most listeners whilst making her feel better.
TigerLily strode on her blue burqa fabric covered giant bird feet into the midst of a crowd of Slaanesh worshipping Stōørølø tribeswomen slaves who had been surgically altered into cruel musical instruments, and the women recognised their arch nemesis and backed away from TigerLily in horror and hatred. They hadn't yet figured out that Luke was TigerLily's husband, and deliberately so on TigerLily's part as this would make the public adultery even more humiliating in front of her enslaved enemies.
TigerLily was using most of her immense psychic powers to systematically weave blessings and protections over all of the Night Lord gear in the staging hangar one item at a time from medium long range, but not all of her power. Even as a mortal Chaos Champion of Tzeentch TigerLily had been an immensely powerful gamma level psyker, gamma level bordering on beta level in fact, which was second only to true betas and alphas and alpha plus psykers like her daughter Egg. As a daemon princess of Tzeentch TigerLily's psychic powers had only grown even stronger, letting her do things that as a mortal would have been far beyond her ability.
(Note, google lexicanum for a Warhammer encyclopaedia website and look up "the assignment" on lexicanum to find the information about psychic power levels in Warhammer 40k. Under "the assignment" of psychic power levels a gamma level psyker is an immensely strong psyker, and the most powerful type of psyker who can use their powers without risking being ripped apart or going mad without comprehensive training. The majority of battle psykers are 4 to 6 power levels lower than gamma level with the *vast* majority of psykers being mere iota level psykers who are 6 power levels lower than gamma level. In this book series Egg the Alpha Plus is only sane and intact because she worships Nurgle who heals her brain as fast as it is damaged and shredded by her powers, without Nurgle Egg would be unable to safely use her powers, which is partly why she worships Nurgle. In short, the mortal TigerLily was *seriously* powerful.)
TigerLily was as mentioned using most of her power already, but she still had some spare power that wasn't being used right now, so she lifted her blue burqa sleeved arms and blue gloved hands high, summoning blue power glowing around her hands and forearms, and she used some of her surplus power to cast a spell to entertain herself.
Blue energy glowed around the bodies of some of the women surgically altered into horrific musical instruments, invisible forces plucking strings hooked into human flesh, electric sound systems implanted into surgery enflamed flesh buzzing to life, drums formed of living skin stretched across metal drums being loudly struck by invisible forces. The women mewled in pain as they were played, but their voices were surgically softened to prevent the music being drowned out by their screams, and instrumental music loudly played, filling the huge staging hangar.
Tzeentch worshipping Stōørølø slave women like Fhimra recognised the instrumental tune immediately and happily hopped up and down with excitement, some of them bobbing their heads to the beat or raising their fists with two fingers extended in a rocker gesture. TigerLily chuckled and began to sing her feelings to feel better about herself as the musical instrument slaves faintly screamed in agony.
"I see a red door and I von it pain'etted bel'lack, no colours anymore I von tem to turn bel'lack. I see the gir'less valk by de'ressed in tare summer kel'loathes, I have to turn my head unneh'til my dark'ehness goes.", TigerLily sang in her thick flat distinctive Iranian Persian accent, but used sorcery to make her voice simultaneously lyrical and harmonising with herself.
"I see a line of carr'es and tare all pain'etted bel'lack, wit fel'lower'es and my love boat never to come back. I've seen people turn tare head'es and quick'elly look away, like a new born baby it just happen'es everyday!", TigerLily bellowed in song, Tzeentch worshipping slaves dancing around and enjoying the music.
The song then started to touch on TigerLily's true mood, and she found singing it therapeutic and soothing.
"I look in'eh'side myself and see my heart is bel'lack!, I see my red door I must have it pain'etted bel'lack!, Maybe ten I'll fade away and not have to face the fackeh'tess, it is not easy facing up ven your whole vorrelled is bel'lack!", TigerLily bellowed with all of her emotion, her vast mind pondering on every wicked thing she had ever done, conceding that she really was a black hearted villain when she really looked at herself…
"No more vill my geh'reen sea go turn a deeper bel'lue, I could foresee tis ting happening to you!", TigerLily slightly changed the lyrics to reflect the fact that she actually *could* foresee much of what had happened so far.
"If I look hard enough in to ta setting sun, my love vill laugh vit me before ta morreh'ning comes!", TigerLily screamed in song.
The song then became repetitive for a while, and Fhimra was now dancing with Octavia joyfully, the adultery having ended naturally during the song without altering the favourable fates. TigerLily then built up to the super loud screaming climax of the song.
"I vanna see it pain'etted, pain'etted bel'lack, bel'lack as night, bel'lack as coal, I vanna see ta sun, beh'lotted out ferrom ta sah'kyi, I vanna see it pain'etted, pain'etted, pain'etted, pain'etted bel'lack, yeah!", TigerLily screamed energetically.
The Tzeentch worshippers were cheering and applauding as the song ended, all of them used to their daemon queen TigerLily who had ruled them for centuries, knowing her music and obscure cultural references. TigerLily bowed theatrically, feeling slightly better in some deep unfathomable part of herself.
The song had not revealed anything new that TigerLily didn't already know about herself, more it had been a reflection of everything she knew about herself already. She *was* a black hearted villain who had done terrible things, she *knew* that she was a bad person, and she *did* feel a sense of depression and shame at some very deep level for being such an evil creature. Her heart was painted black, she was neither good natured nor kind, she was a mean spirited spiteful asshole and she always had been. But just like the composer of the song she understood that having everything painted black was neither desirable nor healthy, she had not completely lost her humanity even as an ascended daemon princess.
In a lot of ways TigerLily had matured over her hundreds of subjective years on Stōørølø, in her first few years as a daemon princess she had been like an adolescent tasting new possibilities for the first time, and she had been irresponsible and drunk on her raw possibilities. She was now older and more mature and experienced, she had grown up in a way, she had had an awful lot of time to think.
Upon deeper reflection of the fates and her own heart she had come to see her true priorities, and she had discovered that love of her husband was one of the only things of value left to her that she hadn't destroyed with her mad sociopathic schemings, her marriage was the only bridge she had left unburned, and was a last bridge that she realised that she desperately wanted to keep.
TigerLily was in fact black hearted in another way in that she was miserable and secretly hated herself and what she had become, she found her past wicked acts *funny*, but she still found them bad, like a former teenage bully now as an adult and looking at their empty hands recalling every cruel thing they had ever done in their youth, recalling every act as being hilariously funny by the mind that had fondly remembered them at the time, the funniness like a permanent flavour that stuck to the memory forever, so that even the more mature mind of later years still laughed at memories that were in fact not funny at all, simply because they saw the memories through the immature eyes of the past that were forever a part of these memories.
TigerLily was in fact too complicated and Lovecraftian in the scope of her daemonic mind to truly describe what she felt and thought, her mind was like the thoughts of an entire city, contradictory and filled with endless noise and contrary thoughts and contrary desires. She felt everything all at the same time, and the opposite of everything, she thought everything and its opposite, but among this unfathomable thought was found emotions of sad reflection and regret, desires to go back in time and follow different paths of fate that maybe hurt less people.
That wasn't to say that TigerLily was *good*, but she was at least nuanced enough to know that she wasn't good and probably ought to be. Her exact moral position was as Lovecraftian and unfathomable as the rest of her, but somewhere amongst this unknowable god-thought was the general notion that things could have been handled better in her past, and a desire to do things better going forward.
The Sevenson Cartel hated and feared TigerLily, her family clan had all-but disowned her for her wicked treachery, but her husband Luke Sevenson did not hate her or fear her and had not disowned her. Luke still loved her despite it all, Luke had welcomed her back as his beloved wife, and Luke was helping her reconcile with (some of) her children and with her birth clan and with the Sevenson Cartel. TigerLily had a second chance to rebuild so much of what she had previously destroyed, some bridges were permanently destroyed but others were being mended. TigerLily would in time get back the things that really mattered, and this time she would not burn all her bridges chasing grand schemes that Nurgle could inevitably foil so that they were burned for nothing like in the past. This time TigerLily would be patient and careful.
TigerLily laughed with mad hope and danced around like a lunatic to music that only she could hear, she had an irrevocable pardon and reconciliation with the Sevenson Cartel and she had gotten her true blessings of value back!, She might have permanently burned her bridge with Egg, (at least for now), but she was still happy with what she had salvaged from the burning wreckage of her bad past life choices.
TigerLily danced around the room as Tzeentch worshipping slave women asked her hopefully for more songs.
TigerLily chuckled indulgently and used her powers to force the music slaves to make a techno beat, making the Tzeentch women laugh at the choice of song they recognised from the beat.
A monotonous machine voice was forced out of the speaker system implanted in a screaming Slaaneshi slave woman's belly, singing the words:
"Push me, and then just touch me, till I can get my… Satisfaction… Push me, and then just touch me, till I can get my… Satisfaction… Satisfaction… Satisfaction… Satisfaction… Satisfaction…"
TigerLily wasn't singing this time and was free to dance around as Tzeentch women laughed and clapped and pretended to be operating power tools while wiggling their bottoms in time with the beat.
The Slaanesh worshippers who were the majority in the room looked at TigerLily with frightened confusion, and she grabbed random Slaaneshi slave women in her huge hands to dance with hyperactively in tune with the beat.
Fhimra was happily teaching Octavia to sway her bottom slowly in beat while pretending to hold an invisible power tool, the recommended way to dance to this ancient song about women in bikinis using power tools. Octavia was confused but happily mimicked the dancing.
The lyrics of the song were just the same words periodically repeated in an electronic monotone voice, mostly the song was wonderful blaring techno beats, and TigerLily happily swayed her huge hips, walking backwards towards her husband Luke wiggling her bottom at him as he cheated on her with a screaming slave woman.
Luke laughed at TigerLily's antics but the favourable fates prevented him from ceasing in cheating on her yet, and she very carefully kept her distance to avoid triggering an unfavourable fate by interrupting him from fucking slave women.
The Satisfaction song was short and was over very quickly and TigerLily decided that as they were about to battle orks they should listen to some ork music.
TigerLily didn't sing this time but set the music and let the Tzeentch women sing the lyrics for her:
"Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi!", the Tzeentch women began chanting and clapping before the song lyrics started.
"Out in da warp, Wiff nuffin' ta do. Not even a mutiny Ta cheer up the crew. Lookin' for somewhere Ta kick up a stink, We need sumfin' ta fight Like we need grog to drink!", the Tzeentch women sang and laughed.
"Now this is more like it!", Augusta yelled in approval at this ork rock music.
"Lookin' for worlds Wiff some 'umies ta crush, Ta bring armor-geddem And grind them ta dust, Hit 'em hard, hit 'em low, Give 'em plenty of dakka. Dakka!"
"It's WAAAAGH!, WAAAAGH!, Nuffin' stands in our way!, It's WAAAAGH!, WAAAAGH!, Leave nuffin' but ruins behind!"
"Shootas, Blood and Teef!"
"Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi!"
"Shootas, Blood and Teef!"
"Dead shooty, our shootas, Well green is our skin, Orks only knows how to krump and to win!, Smashin' up tin heads and takin' their scrap, spiky boys, gene sneakers, all dem go splat!"
"You fink you's bigga, is dat right?, Well, you brought a knife to a shoota fight!, There's only one fing, That we believe in, And universe, it's coming for you. It's WAAAAGH!, WAAAAGH!, Shootas, Blood and Teef!, WAAAAGH!, WAAAAGH!, Shootas, Blood and Teef!"
"No puny 'umie is gonna kill me
I'm watched over by the greenest gods in da galaxy!"
"Oi, you miserable gits. What do you want?"
("Shootas, Blood and Teef!")
"I can't hear you! What do you need?"
("Shootas, Blood and Teef!")
"When da green wave is comin', Then death's a relief, We're out on da warpath for, Shootas, Blood and Teef!"
"Smashin' dere cities, And givin' dem grief, It's all dat we live for, It's Shootas, Blood and Teef!"
"Shootas, Blood and Teef!"
"Shootas, Blood and Teef!"
The Night Lords were all laughing and cheering at this song, with even Luke shaking his fist in the air in tune as he raped Sindi the snake woman again.
"Let's give some grief back to these ork dogs!", Luke shouted to the other Night Lords.
"WAAAAGH!", the other Night Lords replied mockingly.
"Tomorrow we slaughter every last ork on the Fate-Clock!", Luke roused his men, standing up with Sindi impaled vaginally on his penis.
"WAAAAGH!, Bolters blood and souls!", the Night Lords roared back with high morale.
"Hit 'em hard, hit 'em low in the dark, give them plenty of bolters, bolters!", Luke roared mockingly in song.
"It's WAAAAGH!", the Night Lords roared.
The fates were all aligned perfectly for an absolute bloodbath tomorrow TigerLily saw. The blood of orks was going to paint the planet red!
***…