Chapter 34H
Octavia was fast asleep, the subtle influence of Slaanesh whispering in her slumbering mind, earlier dreaming but currently in a deep dreamless slumber of the most comfortable rest.
Her comfort was perfect, blissful in her deep sleep, the deep comfort of a tired person enjoying an unbroken night of the most complete sleep, the feeling of perfect contentment.
A beeping electric alarm noise penetrated her comforting slumber, she was unwilling to wake up, but the beeping sound went on and on, penetrating her sleep and dragging her unhappily from her contented slumber.
Octavia became aware of her body as the sleep began to fade, aware of her limbs and of sensation.
Octavia was laying spread eagle on her back, her wrists and ankles bound in place with soft straps, she had slept the whole night in bondage.
She was naked, but felt gloriously warm, with a warm naked female body laying on top of her front, and a warm sheet covering them both to hold in the air warmed by their bodies, just so comfortable.
Octavia had something in her mouth, a ball, a gag, a ball gag, a ball gag held inside her open mouth by a strap around the back of her head. On the other side of the ball was another mouth, also strapped to the ball gag, so that two mouths erotically shared one gag. Octavia could feel lips against her own around the ball of the gag.
Octavia's head was at an extremely comfortable angle, held in place by the gag and the other head. She was so warm and so comfortable and so sleepy that she would fall asleep again instantly if not for the repetitive beeping of an electric alarm clock.
Octavia groaned unhappily into her gag, just wanting to sleep, and she clenched her eyes tightly shut as light filled the formerly comfortably dark room.
The body on top of Octavia was her girlfriend and fellow tickle slave Fhimra, and she was unbound but for the shared gag locking her mouth to Octavia's mouth. Fhimra was groaning unhappily, also wanting to keep sleeping, and Octavia felt Fhimra cling to Octavia's bound body as though this would somehow let them remain in bed.
The alarm clock went silent, but Octavia could hear the sounds of the six apprentice dominatrix babysitters getting out of bed around her, and the sound of their soft voices and sleepy yawns.
The lovely warm sheet was pulled away, replacing all the lovely warm air with unpleasant cooler air, and Octavia unhappily opened her eyes to see Fhimra's multi coloured striped eyes looking at her lovingly from the other side of the gag.
Octavia winked fondly at her fellow tickle slave girlfriend, and blinked sleepily in the light.
Fingers then probed Octavia's extremely ticklish sides, making her flinch reflexively and squeal with laughter, tugging on her bonds futilely. Fhimra also squealed with gag muffled laughter and squirmed about on Octavia's front, also being tickled.
Most of the apprentices were doing the morning activities of one fresh out of bed, but two of them were sadistically tickling the pair of tickle slaves and there was not much the tickle slaves could do to stop them.
Octavia completely woke up as she was tickled very hard for a few minutes, her blood pumping and her heart pounding, her muscles warmed up by all her squirming and her brain fully alerted by the rush of adrenaline.
Octavia recovered her breath very quickly when the apprentices stopped tickling her, her body so hardened from years of daily extreme tickle torture that her physical stamina was excellent. Fhimra took slightly longer to catch her breath, right in Octavia's face the whole time.
Octavia felt her wrists and ankles being unstrapped, and the pair of tickle slaves submissively rolled over and sat up, still joined at the mouths by their shared ball gag. Octavia felt her hair being dominantly patted by an apprentice and she remained very placid and highly submissive.
"Look at you adorable girls gagged together like that, so beautifully submissive.", An apprentice chuckled dominantly but approvingly.
Octavia and Fhimra couldn't reply, but Octavia enjoyed this praise.
The gag was then unstrapped off both women and pulled away, and the two girlfriends responded by immediately passionately kissing each other in morning greeting, wrapping their arms around each other romantically.
"You two love birds are so adorable.", they were told with a chuckle.
The pair stopped kissing and just held each other tenderly, feeling so in love even as they sat submissively awaiting domination. They were both powerless tickle slaves who were dominated completely in a dungeon, but they were still a loving couple who did normal couples stuff when they weren't being tortured, the torture was only a delay in their daily intimacies, not any sort of real impediment.
Octavia felt wonderful as she tenderly cuddled with her girlfriend, feeling that wonderful feeling in her bones of being in love with Fhimra.
The apprentice Dominatrices started the morning by entering the bathroom with Octavia and Fhimra, and Octavia sat on a toilet for her morning business, as did Fhimra, both being humans with unglamorous bodily functions. The apprentices themselves showered and shaved their own bodies the way women do, and a few of them also sat on toilets for unglamorous excretions. The morning bathroom activities not as erotic as the evening bathroom activities.
Octavia and Fhimra were then put in a shower with their arms raised and wrists locked in handcuffs dangling from ceiling chains, and the two tickle slaves laughed hysterically as they were tickled clean with soapy hands and had their hair shampooed and conditioned. The tickling wash was more rudimentary than erotic, taking less than ten minutes, the apprentices wanted to get ready for the day and have breakfast.
Octavia and Fhimra were unchained and dried with towels, and the pair of them brushed their teeth (normally for a change), and then stood in front of the mirror doing their makeup alongside the apprentices who also stood in front of the mirror applying makeup. Moisturiser and lotion was used on all the women's skin, the amount of steps involved in getting ready for the day was surprising. Being a woman was a chore that required work, they didn't just get out of bed looking fully made up. The apprentices and tickle slaves alike also dried their long hair with hairdryers and brushed and combed their hair, styling their hair in various ways with various means. The geishas in particular had to work very hard on both their full face and neck makeup and on their elaborate geisha hairstyles.
The women left the bathroom wearing towels with their hair and makeup done, and the apprentice Dominatrices got dressed for the day, donning first underwear and deodorant, (and in some cases inserting tampons), then wearing either geisha kimonos or dominatrix fetish ware of either black or red. The ones in dominatrix outfits had to lubricate their bodies in various places with petroleum based jellies first, to let them slide inside the tight leather and latex and to let them ware it all day without it rubbing their skin raw by acting as lubrication.
When the apprentices all looked completely perfect they then deodorised and perfumed the two naked tickle slaves, and then had a lot of fun deciding what they wanted the tickle slaves to wear today without ever once consulting them, dressing the submissive slave girls up like human dolls.
Octavia ended up wearing sexy lingerie covered by a beautiful kimono that Mistress Lash had bought for her, the chest of the kimono enormous due to the size of Octavia's breasts.
Fhimra ended up wearing a brightly coloured skintight spandex super heroine fetish play costume with no underwear on underneath, complete with a cape and bright red boots. She looked absolutely adorable and ridiculous at the same time and was blushing at this outfit chosen for her. Fhimra had no choice but to wear this outfit chosen for her, it wouldn't hurt her to wear this silly costume and she was literally a slave who got no say anyway.
With the tickle slaves and apprentice Dominatrices all dressed and ready now, the group headed to get breakfast from a dining room in the dungeon palace that was specially set up for breakfast, with toasters and microwave ovens and refrigerators and cupboards full of plates and bowls and cups and eating utensils. The room had boxes of cereal, powdered milk, frozen bread, refrigerated meat and bowls of fruit among other things.
Fetter the butler slave was waiting for them in her black and white maid outfit, standing in a kitchen nook of the room cooking rashes of bacon from the mutant pigs of Stōørølø and the eggs of some pest birds from Štękżå'räšh for breakfast. The bacon and eggs smelled really good…
Octavia wanted to help herself to yummy food and fill her plate up with bacon and eggs, but she didn't have this freedom to choose her own food. The apprentice dominatrix babysitters had been left with strict instructions on what to feed the two tickle slaves and all of it was distressingly healthy!
Octavia was given fresh fruit salad mixed with enough cereal roughage to feed a horse and some yogurt, just distressingly healthy and not at all junky or yummy unhealthy food!
Octavia glumly munched on her roughage, filling her guts with dietary fibre that would "give her optimal large intestine health", eating the fruit salad and yogurt with slightly more enthusiasm. Octavia was given a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice to drink, as well as abundant water.
Fhimra was given an identical meal, eating it in her ridiculous adorable super heroine costume, looking embarrassed by her outfit but far happier with the food than Octavia was.
During this meal the front door bell rang and Fetter hobbled off to answer the door, returning shortly leading a squad of massive Night Lords carrying a locked box of priceless rejuvenation drugs, acting as guards for this priceless resource.
Octavia and Fhimra rolled up their sleeves without even thinking about it, and the Night Lords identified the two slaves as "being on the list for rejuvenation drugs", carefully opening their locked box and taking out two large syringes from the countless syringes the box contained.
Octavia had the skin of her arm sterilised with an alcohol rub and she then had one of the syringes injected into her arm with orgasmic slight pain that made her moan softly. Fhimra hissed softly in pain from her own syringe.
Fetter also eagerly rolled up her sleeve and was identified by the Night Lords, and she was injected with a much much smaller syringe, given a minimal dose of the drug to halt her aging process but not return her to youth, according to the express orders left by Owner Wendy.
The apprentices reacted with terrified respect to the massive Night Lords, and perhaps some jealousy at the sight of these extremely valuable and unobtainable rejuvenation drugs being administered on mere slaves. The Night Lords ignored the apprentices as though they were insignificant.
"Are any of you guys single?", Mistress Agony asked hesitantly, playing with her long black hair flirtatiously, slightly shifting her commissar style shiny black dominatrix hat to one side to look more sexy.
The Night Lords all regarded Mistress Agony at these words, looking the gorgeous young sexy woman up and down briefly.
"I am *very* available for a date.", Mistress Agony added hopefully.
"We are on duty.", the leading Night Lord said simply.
"When you get off duty, I am very available. I'm a lot of fun.", Mistress Agony purred provocatively.
"Where will I find you at the end of my duty?", one of the Night Lords asked eventually, taking the bait.
"You will find me riding your dick.", Mistress Agony flirted shamelessly.
The Night Lord chuckled at these words and showed sexually aroused body language in his power armour.
"Here is my address.", Mistress Agony said provocatively, pulling out a little printed card and putting it in her low cleavage for the Night Lord to take.
The Night Lord eagerly took the card and promised to visit her sometime this evening.
"I won't be wearing any underwear.", Mistress Agony replied provocatively, blowing him a kiss and winking.
The other apprentices were all giving Mistress Agony a variety of looks, as was Fhimra, and the Night Lord squad took their leave with Mistress Agony's date waving goodbye to her as he left.
The whole room looked at Mistress Agony once the Night Lords were gone.
"There's more than one way to marry into the Sevenson family.", Mistress Agony said mischievously.
The other apprentices laughed and Fetter shook her head with a sigh and a chuckle. Even Fhimra snorted at this.
"Marriage really should be about love, not just marrying into a particular family Mistress Agony.", Octavia said submissively but disapprovingly.
"Love comes later, first comes fun.", Mistress Agony quipped naughtily.
Octavia held her silence at this and continued to eat her unexciting breakfast of cereal roughage for a while, as the apprentices laughed and joked as they ate their own much nicer breakfasts of bacon and eggs and other yummy things.
Octavia was just finishing her breakfast when Mistress Lash entered the room excitedly, leading a man wearing a leopard printed jock strap and a pink ribbon tied around his chest and shoulders with a big bow at the front of his chest like a gift or something.
Octavia looked at the man in curious interest, immediately noticing that he walked with exaggerated flicks of his body with the help of his hands in about the gayest way it was possible for a man to walk. The man had skin the colour of light chocolate and an extremely short bright pink dyed Afro haircut, he wore red lipstick and bright light purple eyeshadow, his nails were painted alternating colours to make a rainbow on each hand, as were his toenails, and he was tall and skinny in build with all of his body hair waxed including his armpits. On his front right shoulder was a series of slave brands showing him to be a slave with many past owners, and he effeminately held a cold pack to part of his front right shoulder mouthing the words "owie wowie".
This man looked to be quite possibly the gayest man alive, mincing and sauntering alternately as he walked, his clean shaven makeup covered face highly sculpted and expressive, his every movement carefully performed in the gayest way possible.
Octavia had a sneaking suspicion that this man might possibly be gay…
The room fell silent as Mistress Lash led the man up to Fetter with a huge smile of generosity, the man swaying his body like a gay queen with every step.
"Wendy and I have a present for you Fetter. A new slave to help you with your duties.", Mistress Lash said happily.
(Octavia looked around for Owner Wendy but she was apparently at work.)
"I finally have some help?!, Thank you so much!, Thank you thank you thank you!", Fetter exclaimed in joyful delight.
"We looked long and hard to find someone absolutely perfect and safe to keep around the girls, well he can introduce himself, go ahead.", Mistress Lash said happily.
"May I?, Hmm, well, my name is Chaquille JaKhel Washington, you can call me Chaquille, or JaKhel, or just call me fabulous ha ha, maybe Mister Washington if you rah-heely want to. Now I know what you are all thinking and yes, I *know* that I look fabulous, a ha ha. And ladies, I'm sorry to disappoint you all, but I'm gay, like really, REALLY, gay. Please don't form a line to date me, you will get your hearts broken girls, oh!", the man introduced in about the gayest way possible, flicking his wrist and flicking his body about.
"Absolutely zero chance of Chaquille raping or molesting you Fhimra.", Mistress Lash encouraged Fhimra happily.
"I don't want whatever you got under your cape super girl, uh uh!, You can keep all them icky flappy bits to yourself, I don't wanna touch that, no way!", Chaquille said camply flapping his wrist at the words 'flappy bits', making every woman in the room laugh including Octavia.
"Now THIS is the perfect male slave to be safe in bondage around!", Fhimra said approvingly with happy delight.
"Girl!, If I see yo kinky super hero ass in some kinky ass bondage or what not, I'm gonna hose you down with cold water to cool that libido down girl, I don't need any bondage girl, that is NOT what I am into, no ma'am!", Chaquille sassed flicking his wrist energetically and laughing fabulously.
The women all giggled and laughed, and Fhimra looked deeply relieved and encouraged.
"Now if you have a cute bondage *brother* then that's a different story, oh you better believe that I will have some of that sweet candy mm-hmm!, But girls nah uh!", Chaquille added naughtily, making the women all giggle feeling safe around him.
"What skills do you have as a housekeeper?", Fetter asked hopefully.
"Fellatio. Oh!", Chaquille sassed with a laugh, making Fhimra explode into giggling.
"I mean what skills in cooking and cleaning?", Fetter clarified with a giggle.
"Ma'am, have you ever seen a man *this* gay who can't cook and clean?, I am a certified grade one billion master class chef, I can cook you a frittata that is to DIE for!, Your taste buds will think they died and went to heaven, you better believe I use every seasoning there is too!", Chaquille exclaimed with hyperactive homosexual energy.
"That's wonderful!, What about cleaning skills?", Fetter replied happily.
"Girl, I once had a boyfriend who worshipped Nurgle, but I kept the toilet clean enough to eat out of!, Oh my gosh was he gross, I made him wear at least three condoms and I never kissed him!", Chaquille revealed in a scandalous tone of delight.
"So you are thorough?", Fetter asked with a giggle.
"I will hunt that dirt down like a bounty hunter oh girl!, I will keep this place looking as fabulous as my fine ass self, I promise you that.", Chaquille sassed happily.
"That's wonderful, you will make my life so much easier Chaquille.", Fetter said thankfully.
"It's no problem. Now before you all introduce yourself, let me dust off the old gaydar and see what we have in this house.", Chaquille said, rubbing his hands together and dropping his cold pack to reveal fresh slave brands showing that Owner Wendy had bought him today.
"Ok, bi bi bi.", Chaquille began, pointing at the three apprentices dressed as geishas.
"The three dominatrix divas are also bi.", Chaquille added, pointing to them with his finger in a gun gesture.
"Big tiddy kimono girl, you are fully pan sexual, you will fuck anything girl, I should hose you down you naughty girl!", Chaquille said sassily, pointing at Octavia.
"Our old darling maid here is bi too, as is geisha second boss lady.", Chaquille said accurately.
"That just leaves us with super lezzo here, cape and everything, this girl is a certified gourmand of those damn flappy bits, strict carpet muncher.", Chaquille predicted with sassy cheek.
"Guilty as charged.", Fhimra giggled, everyone else agreeing that he got it right.
"I still got it.", Chaquille celebrated and spun around in a circle and did a little dance.
Mistress Lash introduced all the women and their roles to Chaquille.
"Word?, Super girl and kimono titties are tickle slaves?, Whatever tickles your fancy I guess, just don't try that shit on me or I will unleash slap-fu on all a ya, won't even be thinking about it, just pure reflex girl!", Chaquille exclaimed hilariously, making all the women giggle including Mistress Lash.
"So where are all the men at in this kinky bi girl palace?", Chaquille asked hopefully.
"You are the only one.", Mistress Lash said apologetically.
"Well that won't do at all!, I guess I better get out there and go clubbing some time then.", Chaquille exclaimed with resolve.
"You may be granted permission to go out for set periods and be given some spending money for such activities, but you may not bring people home without prior permission from Wendy or myself.", Mistress Lash explained strictly but apologetically.
"How do I get permission if I meet a really yummy guy at a club and I wanna invite him home for some bum and fun?", Chaquille asked curiously with his characteristic gay energy.
"You will be given a mobile vox phone to contact us, you may call us to ask for permission so long as it's not too late at night when we are sleeping. But we will want to meet him first before he steps foot inside our home to make sure that he's not going to burgle the place or hurt someone, my empathic abilities make me a good judge of character to judge if someone is dodgy.", Mistress Lash said generously.
"You gonna scare him away interrogating him before a one night stand.", Chaquille opined sassily.
"Anyone who is worth bringing home won't be scared away.", Mistress Lash said simply.
"The sissy queers I bring home be spooked by their own shadow girl, no way they are going to take interrogation from a strict disciplinarian geisha, they would run away like this: ahhh!", Chaquille said hilariously, mimicking an extremely gay man running away with his hands shaking in the air screaming effeminately.
Octavia exploded with laughter at the sight, the entire room was filled with giggling.
"Any man who is THAT big of a sissy is *easily* going to be let in with no problems, we just want to make sure that everyone who enters is law abiding and not any sort of threat.", Mistress Lash said with a giggle.
"What is the policy on boyfriends?", Chaquille asked hopefully.
"They will need the permission of myself and especially Wendy to be allowed to be your boyfriend, and every part of the relationship will be at our complete discretion as your owners. I'm sorry but you *are* a slave and subject to the whims of your owners.", Mistress Lash said apologetically but sternly.
"I guess it can wait till the pair of you gorgeous queens fall in love with my fabulous ass self, once you get to know me you'll find out that I'm *a-door-a-bull*, you will want to be nice to me just you wait and see.", Chaquille announced with confident sass, making all the women giggle yet again, even making Mistress Lash chuckle at his adorable charismatic raw cheek.
"In the meantime, whatcha cooking?, I haven't had breakfast yet and I'm just itching to cook up some omelettes that are out of this world!", Chaquille exclaimed.
Fetter was very happy to let him take over the cooking, and Chaquille danced around the kitchen energetically like only a gay man could, twirling and dramatically pouring cooking oil in an arching pattern in the air to be expertly caught by a frypan without so much as a splash. Chaquille sang effeminately to himself as he gracefully cracked eggs into ceramic bowls with endless energy, chopping up other ingredients and frying them separately as the women all sat around waiting hungrily.
Octavia's mouth watered as she smelled the delicious food and wondered hopefully if she would be allowed to eat some of it.
"So which lovely ladies are having omelettes?", Chaquille asked from the kitchen nook.
Everyone including Fetter eagerly raised their hand, but Mistress Lash loudly said that the two tickle slaves were on a strict diet and didn't get to have any.
"Diets are meant to be broken, just a *small* serving surely?", Chaquille urged adorably.
"Just a VERY small serving, a slither, a speck.", Mistress Lash allowed.
"That's my girl.", Chaquille said happily and did a gay little twirl behind the countertop.
Chaquille soon had all the omelettes cooked beautifully and danced out of the kitchen nook holding omelettes on plates to serve the seated women camply. Octavia was delighted when a generously large "slither" of omelette was placed before her on a plate!
"I said a speck!", Mistress Lash grumpily exclaimed, but not truly cross by her tone.
"I promise you that this is the *smallest* serving I could *bring* myself to serve, it would be a crime against food to serve such a yummy omelette any smaller!", Chaquille exclaimed gayly.
Octavia thanked him profusely and happily took a bite, moaning in bliss at the yummiest omelette she had ever tasted in her life!
The omelette was beautifully hot and whipped up light, with the most delectable bacon and fried capsicum and other delicious ingredients mixed through it perfectly!
Octavia was almost crying with joy as she took bite after bite, the taste all the better after her forced super healthy diet. It was like having an orgasm in her mouth!
Octavia moaned in contentment as she finished her final bite, sighing deeply, her whole body relaxed from the pleasure of the food. Fhimra was likewise looking wonderfully pleasured by the food, looking as contented as Octavia felt.
Chaquille was moaning to himself as he sat at the table eating two omelettes of his own with a side of perfectly buttered toast. The women eagerly looked to him for second servings.
"A minute on the lips a lifetime on the hips ladies.", Chaquille warned as he finished his meal.
The women didn't care and demanded seconds as poor Octavia and Fhimra were given nothing but water, bound by their annoyingly strict diets that neither had consented to.
Mistress Lash looked sleepy, having apparently been awake all night, and she excused herself to have a shower and sleep for a while, leaving the six apprentices in charge of Octavia and Fhimra.
Chaquille was prancing around the kitchen cleaning up, and he was simultaneously chatting to the delighted looking Fetter about various things. He had been here less than an hour and he already looked right at home, and the women all felt deeply at ease and safe around this so completely gay man, dropping the guard they naturally raised around straight or bi men in the knowledge that Chaquille wouldn't sexually assault or harass them.
Even the ever slutty Octavia felt at ease around Chaquille, there was something strangely nice about being around a man who wouldn't try to fuck her or hit on her, she felt so safe and relaxed.
The apprentices lazily made the two tickle slaves go brush their teeth after breakfast, and then took them to the dungeon rooms to begin their day of hard tickling, opening Octavia's kimono at the front to expose her lingerie clad skin underneath as they bound her in strict bondage.
Octavia then spent the next two hours laughing nonstop as she was tickled mercilessly hard all over her body, getting quite sweaty in her open front kimono.
Fhimra was likewise laughing hysterically in her super heroine costume for two hours straight, and the apprentices played out a fantasy scenario where Fhimra was a super heroine who had been kidnapped by villains and was being tickle tortured by her enemies, complete with full dialogue. Fhimra even played along with dialogue of her own, apparently enjoying this game even as she was tickled to hysterics.
Octavia somehow ended up becoming the super heroine's love interest in the fantasy who had also been kidnapped, and Octavia was tickled brutally hard in front of Fhimra to distress the super heroine. Octavia had fun with (poor) dialogue of her own, pretending unconvincingly to be distressed by all the lovely tickling. It was really fun for everyone involved including Fhimra.
Fhimra was smiling and giggling during a brief break in the tickling as she was put into a different bondage device, she was happy and not at all traumatised by anything.
Right at this moment Chaquille entered in his leopard patterned jock strap with a bright red hero costume eye mask and a large white bath towel tied by two corners around his neck to hang down his back like a cape, holding his fists on his sides in a heroic pose, holding a cleaning water spray bottle in one fist!
Beside Chaquille hobbled Fetter on a walking frame with an eye mask and towel cape of her own and a spray bottle resting on the padded tray top of her walker, with a playful giggle on her face as she also tried to strike a heroic pose.
"Have no fear Super Dyke and your fair love Mega Tits!, For Captain Cock Gobbler and his graceful sidekick Buttler Babe have come to save the day!", Chaquille orated dramatically.
The apprentices all burst out laughing and tried to play this into the scene even as they laughed too much to stick to their characters.
"You Dominatrix Divas and Geisha Gang Girls think that you can tickle a super heroine for hours without justice, but today you have met your comeuppance!", Fetter said giggling in character, and used her spray bottle to harmlessly spray water on the giggling Mistress Agony.
"Have at you foul evil doers!", Chaquille proclaimed in character and joined in spraying water at the giggling apprentices.
Widespread giggling and chaos ensued as Chaquille pranced gayly around the dungeon room spraying every apprentice in the face with harmless clean water, as the apprentices shielded their faces with their hands and giggled and playfully protested. It was adorably silly.
Two of the apprentices then grabbed the much less nimble Fetter from behind by an arm each, threatening to tickle her if "Captain Cock Gobbler" didn't stop spraying everyone with water.
Chaquille responded by spraying them both repeatedly in the face until they let go of Fetter and then continued to prance around the dungeon spraying everyone until the apprentices retreated.
Chaquille then heroically released Octavia and Fhimra in character and gave a hilarious speech about how he would now lead them to safety. Octavia and Fhimra couldn't stop giggling at how ridiculous this whole thing was, and Octavia gratefully stripped her sweaty body out of her open kimono, wearing only her sexy lingerie.
"Damn, Mega Tits, your twin super powers are way too powerful!, The Dominatrix Divas and the Geisha Gang Girls don't stand a chance now!", Chaquille exclaimed in character with hyperactive energy.
The giggling tickle slaves were then led out of the dungeon room by "Captain Cock Gobbler", but were immediately ambushed by the apprentices with a fire hose who sprayed them with a shockingly cold huge jet of water!
Octavia fell down on her bottom from the force of the spray, as did Fhimra and even Chaquille, but the apprentices deliberately didn't spray the frail Fetter, not wanting to accidentally break her hip.
"You heroes are defeated!, We will tickle you all!", the apprentices proclaimed giggling in character.
"I'm not defeated yet you villains!", Chaquille proclaimed and then simply crawled away around a corner and ran away leaving his companions behind!
The apprentices loudly laughed and jeered and grabbed the remaining "heroes" including even Fetter, manhandling them back into the dungeon room and binding them helpless.
"Don't you dare tickle me!", Fetter fearfully warned the apprentices.
Fetter then squealed with elderly laughter as they ignored her warning to tickle her armpits through her maid outfit, the apprentices grinning with sadistic mischief.
"I will fucking KILL you for this!", Fetter laughed angrily as she was tickled.
Octavia and Fhimra then squealed with laughter as they were tickled in their bondage too, the room filled with laughter as the three women squirmed and got tickled hideously.
Chaquille then reentered the room, this time holding a fire hose, and he playfully hosed all of the apprentices so forcefully that they were knocked off their feet!
The apprentices were soaked through, their makeup and hair and outfits sodden and ruined, and they looked like a combination of really cross and unable to stop laughing.
Threatened with the hose the apprentices untied "the three heroines", and faced with even sterner threats they allowed themselves to be restrained by Octavia and Fhimra and Fetter.
"Don't you sluts DARE!", Mistress Agony squealed from an X frame.
Octavia and Fhimra and Fetter happily ignored this threat and had a great time tickling all of the pissed off apprentices for about half an hour as Chaquille pranced off to do chores.
Octavia had a wonderful time tickling Mistress Agony's bare armpits in the X frame, making her howl with ticklish laughter. She was incredibly ticklish under the arms and it was the best fun giving her absolute hell like this.
"Orgasm please.", Mistress Agony begged during a brief pause in the tickling. Octavia happily pulled down her G string under her shiny black miniskirt and inserted a vibrating toy, letting her enjoy the toy in peace as Octavia tickled someone else for a while.
The other apprentices were cross but also got horny, and soon all six of them were moaning in orgasm with toys inside them.
Fetter then made a point of leaving early, leaving the two tickle slaves with the potentially dangerous job of untying the six rather pissed off apprentices.
Octavia and Fhimra wisely waited until the six apprentices were too orgasmed out to even move before finally nervously untying them. The apprentices didn't KILL the two tickle slaves for what they had done, but they weren't exactly GENTLE in their revenge either, with much spanked bottoms and whipped backs and harsh words.
Octavia and Fhimra were a bit sore but still alive by lunchtime, and the apprentices were by now dry and changed with their makeup and hair redone once more, and less grumpy as a result. The apprentices took the thoroughly penitent tickle slaves to a dining room for lunch, finding Chaquille prancing around in and out of the adjoining kitchen in an apron with his characteristic homosexual energy.
The apprentices grumbled at the sight of him, but he pranced out to apologise to them for having them tickled in bondage, explaining that he had only done it because they had done it to Fetter first, saying that he was very protective of the "fabulous old lady".
The apprentices demanded that he submit to be tickled in revenge, and Chaquille cheekily refused, saying that he would *think* about it *only* if a really hot guy did the tickling. The apprentices told him to stop being such a "wussy queen", but he ignored their demands for vengeance and returned to the cooking in the kitchen.
Octavia and Fhimra were strapped down in their chairs, with straps around their wrists clipped to rings in the side of the chair seats, not allowed the use of their arms until the food actually arrived. The apprentices gleefully tickled Octavia and Fhimra in their chairs as they waited for the food, making both girls go crazy with laughter as their poor bodies were probed in awfully sensitive places.
Octavia had a lovely long tickle in her lingerie right up until Chaquille arrived with the food, and Octavia and Fhimra had their wrist straps unclipped from their chairs to let them use their arms and hands to eat.
"Sooner or later we will get you in bondage and tickle you you cheeky queen.", Mistress Agony warned Chaquille darkly.
Chaquille sassily poked out his tongue at her and pranced back to the kitchen.
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