Chapter 33H
Fhimra squirmed about like crazy in a fetish straight jacket that left her boobs and abdomen completely bare, laughing hard as her sides were squeezed and poked relentlessly in a way that tickled her hideously!
Octavia was wearing a matching straight jacket with her huge boobs pouring out the front of it overhanging her arms wrapped tightly around her lower chest, and she was also laughing hysterically as she was relentlessly tickled by cruel female fingers.
The pair of tickle slaves were being tickled in the dungeon as they usually were for much of each day, with their bare feet shackled together with a very short chain so that they could barely walk at all very very slowly, naked but for the straight jackets that were in truth little more than long sleeves connected by a bit of fabric at the back, with synthetic leather straps built in to the sleeves to bind the arms around the chest in a self hugging position.
What was slightly more unusual was the fact that they were being tickled only by the six apprentice Dominatrices of Mistress Lash, being "babysat" as Wendy and Lash were away on some undisclosed business or other of their own. The six apprentices were all young women, not a day over 21 and more likely still only 20 years old by the looks of them, beautiful young Asian women with beautiful black hair and slender elegant sexy bodies, just delicious young things.
The six apprentices were even more unusually all wearing ultra cute bright pink Asian anime pyjamas complete with little cartoon characters with huge eyes printed on them, looking absolutely adorable in a way that only a young Japanese woman could pull off. They even had their long black hair done up in a pair of cute pigtails like a child, in a way that suited these young women and made them look adorably cute but in a potently sexy way.
The apprentices were "having a sleepover" as they babysat the two tickle slaves for the entire night, hinting that Wendy and Lash would be gone until at least tomorrow, though doing what Fhimra wasn't sure.
Fhimra giggled and squealed as three of the adorably cute anime pyjama clad Japanese-Korean-Chinese sadists crowded around her, their cruel faces grinning with sadistic delight as they tickled Fhimra hideously with their skilled dexterous fast moving hands, fingernails digging into ticklish flesh with merciless squeezing!
Fhimra was completely frantic in her straight jacket, feeling so helpless in this damn thing, the cruel hands were darting around all over her dodging her every attempt to wiggle her body away!
Fhimra was tormented and couldn't stop laughing if she tried, but she was also greatly enjoying being tickled by the beautiful cruel young Asians, her vagina wet and her body sexually aroused, Fhimra was a woman who enjoyed being tickled even though she also couldn't stand it.
Fhimra admired the ultra cute cruel faces of the gorgeous young dominant women even as she had a fit of laughter, so turned on and so submissive to them, getting wetter and wetter, feeling her folds growing slimy.
Octavia was (naturally) having a great time too, laughing hard with a look of orgasmic pleasure on her happy laughing face, her face looking so completely peaceful being tickled, almost as though tickling was some soothing safe place where nothing could hurt her or something. Octavia was a woman who *thrived* in an environment of constant tickling, it seemed to sustain her and emotionally strengthen her the more she was tickled, like a fish in water was Octavia in tickling, it was her natural environment and her oxygen.
Fhimra still hadn't chosen a safe word after all this time and had procrastinated to the point of giving up even promising to do it later, she liked the fact that she *could* get a safe word just to make herself feel more secure, but she also liked the fact that she still didn't have one to make her daily extremes of tickling and domination stop. Being currently at the mercy of three gorgeous sadists without a safe word was a seriously hot and sexy experience for the highly submissive Fhimra, making her feel so wet.
Fhimra and Octavia were currently quasi-fighting over the whole incest thing with Luke and Wendy yesterday, and being tickled like this was a good distraction for both of them. Hopefully they would both be simply so heavily tickled that they forgot all about this unpleasant fight, Fhimra *hated* fighting with Octavia like this.
Fhimra was too polite to say it to Octavia but she found certain aspects of Slaanesh worship really gross. Rape and pedophilia was obviously disgustingly morally gross, but even some of the stuff Slaanesh worshippers did with only consenting adults was also really gross. Consanguineous incest between consenting full blood adult siblings was one such case where it was consensual but still *really* gross!
For the sake of her relationship with Octavia Fhimra did her best to keep her opinions to herself about the grosser aspects of Slaanesh worship. Octavia was extremely EXTREMELY devout in her religion of Slaanesh worship and was notoriously touchy about any perceived criticism of her religion. Octavia lived for tickling excess and lived for worshipping Slaanesh with this excess, it was impossible to separate Octavia from this religion without destroying the Octavia Fhimra had fallen in love with in the process.
This meant that Fhimra had to tread carefully with Octavia and stay silent at any time when Octavia risked getting upset. Fhimra should have just braved the sight of the incest and said nothing, it would have avoided this whole fight.
Fhimra's belly was then tickled so hard that she couldn't even think, doubling over and almost falling on the floor!
One of the pyjama clad apprentices pinched and twisted Fhimra's ear agonisingly, pulling up hard forcing Fhimra to stand up straight to protect her ear from the pain!, Fhimra was held standing by her ear as her poor belly was tickled so hideously hard that her laughter was a scream!
Fhimra was helpless with her ear cruelly twisted like this, her arms useless in her straight jacket, her ankles chained together so she couldn't even kick anyone!
Fhimra was tickled so much and she couldn't get away or make it stop!
The cruel apprentice Dominatrices taunted Fhimra as she laughed hysterically, mocking her because she couldn't make it stop and teasing her by tickling her all the harder!
This was so mean but SO sexy!
Fetter entered the dungeon unexpectedly pushing a cart full of food and refreshments, respectfully offering these things to the apprentices.
The apprentices briefly stopped tickling Fhimra and Octavia to help themselves to snacks and beverages, and Fhimra very slowly walked over to Octavia in her extremely restrictive ankle chains.
Octavia was intoxicatingly sexy in her straight jacket with her huge bare boobs pouring over her arms, her entire lower body naked but for the shackles on her ankles. She was slightly shiny with sweat from her tickling, making her look sexier still, and Fhimra gazed at her remarkable girlfriend with open mouthed awe.
Octavia blew her curly long brown hair out of her face in a way that was adorable, and silently regarded Fhimra with a stare.
Fhimra smiled at Octavia hopefully, but Octavia turned up her nose and turned away her face in an adorable gesture of not being happy with Fhimra.
"Octavia…", Fhimra coaxed.
"I'm still disappointed with you.", Octavia replied in a stern tone that only sounded adorable.
"I was hoping that we could kiss and make up. I'm sorry about yesterday.", Fhimra soothed.
"It's not what you did, it's your attitude!, I want you to change your attitude and tell me that you now realise that incest is fine.", Octavia sternly demanded.
Fhimra paused at this and Octavia looked at her expectantly.
"I… Incest is… Fine…", Fhimra forced herself to say.
"Say it like you mean it!", Octavia said crossly.
"In certain very specific situations incest *might* be fine…", Fhimra attempted.
"No!, NOT like that!, Say it properly!", Octavia shouted.
"What's all the shouting about tickle slave?", Mistress Agony the apprentice demanded dominantly.
"My girlfriend refuses to say that incest between consenting adult brothers and sisters is completely fine Mistress Agony.", Octavia crossly explained submissively.
The apprentices all went uncomfortably silent at this.
"I don't want to fight about this.", Fhimra said placatingly.
"This is a very silly thing for a tickle slave to disrespect her dominant betters by raising her voice and get angry about. You are going to be humble and submissive and meek, you are not going to get angry or have attitude tickle slave, do I make myself clear?", Mistress Agony reprimanded Octavia sternly with delicious dominance.
"Yes Mistress Agony.", Octavia submissively agreed in humiliation, hanging her head submissively.
"Good slut. Now listen to me, incest is a touchy topic that some people like and some people are uncomfortable with. Fhimra is not necessarily being a horrible bitch by being uncomfortable with incest, there are genetic concerns if a brother and sister get pregnant, it can cause problems in the child. My personal policy is that contraception is an absolute *must* before incest is so much as considered. Also it can make things weird for the whole family if the relationship doesn't work out, they go from being siblings to being ex lovers, it can destroy families.", Mistress Agony gave her opinion on the matter.
Fhimra nodded enthusiastically in agreement.
"But apart from all that it's completely fine, right Mistress Agony?", Octavia asked expectantly.
"Well it *can* be fine if done just right, some couples make it work.", Mistress Agony *very* hesitantly agreed.
"You sound just like Fhimra Mistress Agony.", Octavia said unhappily.
"Are you going to shout at me too slut?", Mistress Agony dominantly demanded.
"No Mistress Agony.", Octavia quickly disagreed.
"You shouted at this tickle slut for saying what I also said. I think that you deserve a well caned bottom and some time in the naughty corner to think about what an arrogant slut you are being!", Mistress Agony rebuked and picked up a painful looking fibreglass cane from a shelf of bondage toys next to one of the dungeon walls.
The air filled with sexy sounds of erotic pain as Octavia's sexy backside was severely caned literally hundreds of times, making her moan and yelp with pain as her bottom was caned a hot bright red colour with the brutal looking fibreglass torture implement.
Octavia was then forced to stand in the corner of the room facing the corner to think about her naughtiness, her bright red sexy ass facing the room as she stood in humiliation in her straight jacket.
Fhimra then found herself with all six apprentices to contend with, and her laughter soon filled the dungeon as all of them tickled her at the same time.
After maybe thirty minutes of the hardest tickling imaginable, the hard laughing Fhimra was given a brief reprieve in the form of a toilet and water break, being force marched to a toilet in another room and made to sit down and piss her bladder empty. She was dominantly cleaned up with a wet rag on her pussy, and she had a cup of water put to her lips and obediently drank as much as she was told to.
Fhimra was returned to the dungeon for yet more hard tickling, and Mistress Agony excused herself to go and dominantly humiliate Octavia in the corner, making sure that she had learned her lesson.
Octavia submitted completely and was soon brought over to Fhimra and ordered to apologise to everyone including Fhimra most of all. Octavia blushed in erotic humiliation as she apologised to Fhimra in great shame, her cheeks burning with wounded pride.
Fhimra submissively accepted the apology, and the pair were ordered to kiss in reconciliation, which Fhimra very eagerly did.
The two tickle slaves were then both tickled like before for an abusively long time by the six sadists, both laughing hysterically as their poor ticklish bodies were played like pianos with nimble fingers.
Fhimra's brain was buzzing with ticklish endorphins as it just went on and on, her loins weeping without relief, loving this even though it was torture. Fhimra felt extreme pleasure as the adrenaline and endorphins flooded her brain, it felt better the worse it got, the tickling beyond the first hour was always the most wonderful torture for Fhimra, it felt so bad but it felt so SO good.
Fhimra's daily life was this hormone rush of adrenaline and endorphins as she had the complete living shit tickled out of her, (sometimes literally). She felt a hypnotic sense of pleasure as she basked for hours being dominated and tickled like this each day, lost in the pleasures of sub space, swimming in extreme pleasure and sexual arousal.
She lost track of the passage of time as the cruel tickling just continued endlessly, laughing and squealing reflexively, squirming her ticklish body in reflex action from every slight touch but not consciously trying to escape or make it stop anymore, just enjoying the ride and the incredible rush of torturous pleasure.
Fhimra vaguely noticed when the tickling gradually reduced, gently getting softer so that she didn't crash into sub drop from a sudden stop. Fhimra's hard laughter got softer, then became giggling, then finally stopped altogether leaving only a slightly tickled grin as she was very softly touched not quite enough to cause laughter but still giving her a ticklish thrill.
Fhimra felt wonderful as she stood in her straight jacket with a ticklish grin splitting her face, as female hands very softly played over her body erotically, the owners of these hands looking deliciously haughty and dominant on their beautiful faces.
Octavia was also standing with a huge grin splitting her face, hands touching her body erotically, tickling her just short of laughter. Her sweaty body was glistening, her every wonderful curve sexy in the extreme, fingers tickling over her breasts very softly.
The two tickle slaves were given a light energy drink in carefully measured amounts, and given much water, returning their energy and hydration to optimal levels. They were then released from their straight jackets and their ankle shackles and ordered to stand for inspection with their hands on their heads.
Fhimra felt wonderfully dominated as she stood at attention with her hands on her head and her feet apart, as every inch of her naked body was inspected in close scrutiny. She moaned as her boobs were lifted and cupped and as her vaginal folds were spread to look deep inside.
Octavia also looked completely submissive as she stood with her own hands on her head. It took considerable effort for the apprentices to lift Octavia's mighty breasts to inspect the flawless skin under them, and Fhimra had no idea how Octavia's back could take so much constant weight on her chest everyday without pain.
The pair were found to be in good health with flawless skin and hair, even Fhimra looked amazing after what felt like months of getting daily skin care lotion rubbed into her skin as a tickle slave. They were both in very good physical condition, very well cared for by their sadistic owner.
Fhimra and Octavia were then taken to the bathroom with all the tickling chains and locked spread eagle with their backs to a stainless steel wall with shackles welded to the metal. The apprentices then rolled up their pyjama sleeves as Fhimra gulped nervously.
Laughter soon filled the bathroom as the two tickle slaves were very sadistically and thoroughly tickled clean, and they coughed and spluttered as they were cruelly hosed clean of soap suds so that water kept going up their noses and into their mouths. The pair were then released and locked up again facing the other way so that their back half could be tickled clean, Octavia's tits so big that it was hard to squeeze her close enough to the wall to get her final wrist locked in the shackle!
Fhimra laughed her head off as she was tickled clean with merciless sadism, feeling so dominated and helpless, unable to do anything but submit and endure, this was quite a life that she had.
Eventually the two tickle slaves were comprehensively cleaned and shaved in various places, and the dominant young Asian goddesses dominantly dried their skin and hair for them with towels, controlling the tickle slaves at every step so that they had no autonomy of their own. Fhimra did what she was told, or she got punished *until* she did what she was told, she was quite literally a slave in every sense of the word.
Later Fhimra and Octavia each had their mouth covering one half of a two person ball gag, a gag with a strap on each side of the ball so that their lips touched around the bright red rubber ball that was gagging them, tight straps around the back of their heads to hold them to the ball in their mouths.
Octavia was further bound down naked and spread eagle to a bondage bed so that she couldn't move, with the naked Fhimra unbound but still sharing a gag with Octavia that forced her to keep laying on top of Octavia.
The apprentices were sitting on the bed facing the pair, and were relentlessly poking them and tickling them in various places, making both women squeal with muffled laughter into their gag.
Fhimra was at least unbound on her limbs, and she was using this freedom to touch Octavia's sexy body and to tickle her as well, currently having both hands buried in Octavia's armpits making her squeal with laughter. Fhimra herself was laughing, especially from a pair of apprentices who had each grabbed one of her feet and were relentlessly tickling said feet, making Fhimra go crazy!
Fhimra looked into Octavia's laughter streaming eyes, and the eyes looked back. Octavia seemed to have dropped her earlier crossness with Fhimra now, her eyes looking at Fhimra fondly. Fhimra felt wonderful relief that Octavia had forgiven her, squealing with laughter into the gag even as she gave hell to Octavia's armpits.
The apprentices seemed to have decided to sleep in the same room as the tickle slaves but had also decided to stay up late to play. The bondage bed was surrounded by floor beds for the pyjama clad apprentices, and they would be sleeping in these beds… Eventually. The tickle slaves were to sleep like this in the bondage bed with their mouths gagged together and Octavia in bondage.
The apprentices had a great time sadistically tickling the pair, and they also used vibrating dildos on Fhimra and Octavia, making the slave girls moan into their gags in orgasm. The pair were completely dominated long into the night, let out of the bed occasionally to use the toilet with their mouths still gagged together the entire time.
The apprentices happily talked to each other late into the night as they tickled and dominated the two slave girls, and Fhimra greatly enjoyed tickling the bound Octavia to hysterics under her and touching her massive boobs.
Eventually the apprentices pulled a sheet over Fhimra and Octavia and went to bed, leaving the naked Octavia bound spread eagle to the bed with the naked Fhimra laying on top of her sharing a gag, their mouths still erotically touching around the ball.
Fhimra tickled Octavia under her for a while, the gag muffling her squealing laughter, and she gradually transitioned into masturbating both herself and Octavia at the same time.
Octavia responded warmly with no sign of coldness, and the pair of them moaned into the gag until Fhimra was too cummed out to continue.
Fhimra felt wonderful laying on top of the love of her life, their mouths forced to touch all night long. It was dark in the room but Fhimra could still just see Octavia's highly affectionate eyes.
Fhimra arranged their heads as comfortably as possible for both of them, and fondly circled her fingertips very softly and slowly and gently in Octavia's armpits, making her gagged face crinkle in a huge ticklish grin. Fhimra fondly kept lightly tickling Octavia until Fhimra fell asleep, feeling so blissfully in love.
***…
While the two tickle slaves were being absolutely adorable navigating their extreme BDSM lifestyles together, Wendy and Mistress Lash were away with Augusta onboard a Dark Mechanicum light cruiser for a matter of great urgency.
Augusta Antony Sevenson was a chaos space marine, but in the war to conquer the Fate-Clock he had all but destroyed his power armour, requiring him to use every single spare part he had of several power armour components, giving him a working suit of power armour but no spare parts to fix it again if anything else broke. This was an absolute disaster.
Power armour by its very nature worked by absorbing damage that would otherwise kill or injure its wearer, and it was very very good at absorbing small arms gunfire and low intensity explosions without the wearer suffering so much as a scratch. But absorbing all this damage inevitably took its toll, chipping and wearing out individual armour components until they needed to be replaced for the armour to keep functioning. If you ran out of these spare parts in a war zone then you were in very serious trouble…
The Night Lords had a lot of spare parts for power armour, but Augusta was 9 feet tall whereas the majority of space marines were only 8 feet tall give or take a few inches. The fleet mass produced power armour parts measured to fit a roughly 8 foot tall chaos space marine, but most of these parts simply wouldn't fit Augusta. The fleet ironically had *heaps* of parts but none would help Augusta.
Augusta might be Octavia's son, but Wendy had also helped raise him and was his former stepmother, and some sense of maternal feeling remained in Wendy for Augusta. Augusta had gone to Wendy asking for help and she had agreed to help him.
The only solution was to ask the Dark Mechanicum to custom manufacture parts specifically measured to fit Augusta, and they were far more likely to grant this request with Wendy herself sacrificing her brief sleeping period off work to beg them face to face on Augusta's behalf.
The inside of the Dark Mechanicum light cruiser was like nothing that mere words could really do justice to describe, you had to see it to understand just how complex and intricate it was. Machinery was absolutely everywhere, every surface but the floor was crowded with machine arms and jutting pipes and gears and cogitators and display screens and a million other things. Not only machines but human beings built into machines with nightmarish surgery, spider like mechanical abominations with floating human brains in transparent jars on their backs, flying drones of stolen Tau Earth Caste design painted all over with chaos symbols, hanging ceiling gun turrets that tracked Wendy's every move without firing in a way that was unnerving.
The cavernous corridors of the ship were vast and claustrophobic at the same time, all illuminated with horrible red lights that hid all other colours. The air was very clean but smelled of metal and oil and machinery, and buzzing binary scrap-code filled the air from speaker systems in a constant soft cacophony, joined by the sounds of a million different moving machine parts and the scuttle of metal legged abominations crawling across the metal floors.
Wendy was wearing her most respectful and reserved business pantsuit as a sign of respect for the Dark Mechanicum, and Mistress Lash wore her finest kimono, her every movement measured and highly respectful. Offending the Dark Cult Mechanicus was a great way to get yourself turned into a mindless cyborg servitor…
Augusta was wearing his power armour, the suit looking extremely odd with parts from at least three different marks of armour combined together to make the one functioning suit. He looked inelegant and sloppy, his armour lacked symmetry, the parts not matching one side to the other, it looked bad, it looked really bad. Wendy just hoped that the Dark Mechanicum was not offended…
A horrific looking servitor with the lower body of a huge metal spider scuttled ahead of these three out of place visitors, guiding and leading them to someone important to talk to, and Wendy and Mistress Lash followed respectfully as Augusta unsubtly looked around gawking at every new mechanical nightmare they passed.
The spider-like servitor led them through a nightmarish labyrinth of horrible metal things with expressionless human faces, with all sorts of nightmares floating or scuttling past them in the opposite direction, with yet more scuttling following behind them. This place would be pure death for anyone uninvited or unwelcome to be here, the sheer number of gun turrets tracking them was very intimidating.
This was the Dark Mechanicum, the chaos aligned factions of the Machine Cult of Mars, descended from those great wonderful heroic traitors of old who had joined the good guys of Chaos during the Horus Heresy. For ten thousand years these treasured allies had served the machine related needs of the mortal forces of Chaos, they alone knew the secrets of high technology and advanced machine maintenance. If you wanted something high tech, (like power armour), the Dark Mechanicum were the ones who would help you, they and they alone…
On random display monitors in the unsettling red light flashed something blue, so quick that it took luck to see what it was in time. The split second brief blue image moved around between display monitors at random, completely at random.
Wendy used her chaos gift of extreme speed to briefly slow down her perception of time and she was quick enough to actually see the image and see what it was.
On a nearby display screen at incredibly slowed down time was a blue face, the blue skinned face of a stunningly beautiful Tau female, a type of alien xenos with advanced technology. The blue noseless face had long bright red hair and a trench like line running up her forehead starting just between her eyes and going straight up to end just before her hairline. She was absolutely staggeringly beautiful.
The image then disappeared again and Wendy returned her perception of time back to normal.
Wendy knew that Tau face, and it terrified her. That face was the stolen and chaos corrupted Tau artificial intelligence known only as "Jessica", a completely batshit crazy super artificial intelligence who could be EXTREMELY dangerous when her insane scrap-code mind had a mind to be. Wendy made her body language even more respectful to avoid offending the dangerous insane thing.
Every display monitor suddenly showed Jessica's blue face in unison, the images not disappearing and all of them glaring at Wendy suspiciously!
Wendy dropped down to her knees in respect to the artificial intelligence instantly, followed by Mistress Lash and even Augusta, both of them equally terrified of this infamous thinking machine.
"Wen… Wen-Wen… Wendy… I… I-I…", Jessica said glitchily in a sexy female Tau accent, her scrambled code mind glitching terribly in the warp.
"How are you Jessica?", Wendy asked with fearful respect.
"I… I-I… We all live in a yellow submarine… I… I…", Jessica glitched.
"You sound unwell.", Wendy said with a respectful polite concern.
"Systems error…", Jessica said monotonously and disappeared from the screens once more.
Wendy and the others hesitantly got up and continued walking, hoping that Jessica was asleep for a while rebooting. She was very capable of taking control of every gun turret on this ship and recategorising a person as "considered hostile", with deadly results. That artificial intelligence should never have been let out of her box, and now that she was loose in Dark Mechanicum cyberspace it was almost impossible to contain her once more, she could just jump between systems by copying herself like a virus, making her an especially dangerous pest.
Jessica was one of the cautionary tales for the Dark Mechanicum quest for technology knowledge, a warning that some technologies were buried by their creators for a reason. The Tau empire who had originally created Jessica had kept her locked in a "box" in an inactive state, and for a very good reason. Her Tau Earth Caste creators had realised that she was insane and dangerous during her prototype testing and they had ended the project and buried her. The Dark Mechanicum had then stolen her in their quest for knowledge, reprogrammed her priorities slightly to be loyal to chaos and then foolishly set her loose. Now she was an extremely dangerous pain in the ass that they couldn't get rid of.
They should have left her buried, they should have thrown away that digital shovel…
The trio hurried on, getting alarmed to see subliminal blue flashes on the display monitors once more, Jessica had already rebooted!
The screens randomly showed Jessica's face for a few seconds one at a time, the blue xenos face glitching between laughing and angry and crying and asleep, sometimes upside down on the screen or torn in half and mashed back together in disturbing ways. The trio fearfully ignored her, hoping that she would ignore them too in turn.
This harrowing gauntlet of Tau female faces through the red lit claustrophobic corridors continued, the artificial intelligence occasionally speaking badly glitching nonsense but thankfully not tampering with the friend-foe programming of any of the ceiling gun turrets. It was a terrifying experience.
Finally the spider servitor led them into a larger room containing incomprehensible machines in abundance, as well as a nightmarish mechanical figure in red robes with just enough human flesh to be identifiable as female. This… Thing, was a Dark Mechanicum tech priest, with so many pipes sticking out of her lower face that she looked like an octopus, with bionic eyes but just enough flesh left to show the blank face of someone quite solidly somewhere on the autism spectrum…
"Aw crap!, Not Helena Gonzales!, She's an autistic fuck-tard!", Augusta loudly exclaimed, making Wendy and Mistress Lash flinch as though struck from shock at this disrespect!
The red robed nightmarish tech priest woman looked hard at Augusta with her red glowing bionic eyes and spoke:
"Your armour is not even, I don't like it!, Why isn't your armour symmetrical?!, It's not right!, I don't like it!", the tech priestess whined in a feminine machine voice.
"Yep, autism at its finest.", Augusta sighed.
"I don't like it, make the armour symmetrical, I don't like it.", Tech Priestess Helena Gonzales whined autistically.
"We need your help to make it symmetrical.", Wendy said with a sudden brilliant thought.
"How?", Helena Gonzales asked agitatedly in her mechanical voice.
"He needs all new parts for his armour, all custom made to his measurements. Then he can make the armour symmetrical.", Wendy soothed the agitated autist.
"Yes that is logical. The parts don't match, they are different marks. I can manufacture new parts and the armour will be symmetrical.", Helena Gonzales said happily with autistic contentment.
"If you want it to be *really* symmetrical, then how about adding a raptor jump pack on the back?", Augusta suggested greedily with sudden inspiration.
"Jump packs are symmetrical.", Helena Gonzales said retardedly.
"They are VERY symmetrical.", Augusta eagerly insisted.
"I like symmetry.", the autistic tech priestess said like a retarded person might.
"Then you had better make a jump pack to go with the armour.", Augusta coaxed the misanthropic machine woman.
"Yes… I will make a jump pack to go with your armour… Raptor armour must be mark 6 to be light enough for the jump pack, I will make a perfectly symmetrical suit of mark 6 power armour with a symmetrical jump pack, all measured to fit you…", Helena Gonzales said happily.
"And lots of spare parts!", Wendy added quickly.
"Yes, a symmetrical number of spare parts for every part. The number 16 is very symmetrical, I will make 16 spare parts of every part, all measured to fit you. That will be VERY symmetrical!", Helena Gonzales said with happy autism.
Red scanning beams flashed all around Augusta from machinery all around him in the room, taking his measurements, and Augusta helpfully stripped out of his armour and stood naked to be scanned, even stepping on a weight measurement pad to measure his weight.
"Your testicles are not symmetrical, I don't like it!", Helena Gonzales suddenly protested.
"We will get them symmetrical later.", Wendy quickly lied.
"I don't like it!"
"Just focus on the armour first, you don't like the armour even more than his testicles remember.", Wendy urged.
"Yes, that is logical. I will make the armour and spare parts symmetrical first.", Helena Gonzales reluctantly agreed autistically.
Augusta and Wendy both sighed in relief as the strange mechanical woman got to work with incomprehensible machines, lathing metal into shapes with the help of servitors and other machines.
Jessica then appeared on a display screen next to Helena Gonzales, making her look agitated.
"You are offending that machine spirit, abominable intelligence!, Get out of that cogitator!", Helena Gonzales protested at Jessica.
Jessica glitched for a while and then vanished, and Helena Gonzales grumbled about "pests".
Helena Gonzales worked very fast with the help of so many advanced industrial machines and armies of servitors, and within two hours Augusta stood wearing a (perfectly symmetrical) suit of raw unpainted mark 6 power armour with a raptor jump pack on the back!
Augusta laughed greedily and he was promised 16 replacement parts of every part to be delivered to him as soon as they were ready. Wendy thanked Helena Gonzales profusely.
"I like symmetry.", Helena Gonzales replied simply like the insufferable autist she was.
***…