Chapter 35H
The 20 year old Agony Lee the apprentice Dominatrix moaned provocatively as she straddled the penis of her Night Lord date, both of them naked in her bed in her modest crew apartment onboard the Nightmare Asylum.
"I want you inside me!", Agony moaned brazenly, being an absolute slut on his dick.
The naked Night Lord happily encouraged this request and redoubled his efforts to penetrate her badly stretched vagina with his massive erect penis.
Agony continued to be a massive slut with her date, going to every length possible to sexually excite him with overwhelming sexual aggression, greatly playing down her Dominatrix nature this early in the relationship to get him hooked first.
Agony was not as empathic as her mentor Lash, but she still had a mild empathic ability that let her easily tell if someone was aroused and to sense what they sexually desired, right down to the subtlest body language a person wanted. She was simply matching her own body language and movements and actions to be most in line with what her date desired, easily bewitching him with the perfection of her responses to him.
Agony didn't say many words, but made great use of sexual noises and body language to communicate pleasure and sexual desire, her tiniest micro expression perfectly tuned to what most turned her date on.
The Night Lord, Samual Sevenson, was young and massively well muscled, looking to be about 18 years old. The Sevenson Cartel women had had a massive ongoing baby boom starting around twenty years ago and spawned hundreds of new sons who were only now starting to become full new Night Lords. The vast majority of the Sevenson Night Lords alive right now were young, in fact more than half of them were still neophytes from the huge baby boom, but every year a new huge batch of these young sons reached 18 and became full chaos space marines.
Samual had his whole life ahead of him, only a few months ago having become a full battle brother after a lifetime of training and almost a decade of gene seed organs reshaping his body. This guy could potentially become anything at all in his war band, maybe even a chaos lord one day, so Agony was being very smart trying to gain his affections early and secure her place as (hopefully) his wife before he became important enough before a lot of other women started sniffing around.
Agony just continued being a massive slut using her empath abilities to be exactly what he wanted her to be, his every desire reflected in her body language and behaviour. Her vagina could only take his penis because daily vaginal stretching training was part of her apprenticeship curriculum, she had spent the last two years daily stretching herself with ever bigger dildos until she could take even an Astartes.
Agony wasn't totally faking her pleasure, this big dick was so intense that she actually was climaxing quite hard with multiple orgasms from the massive thing, but she would prefer to be inflicting suffering and domination upon this man if she could have her way. Agony hid any hint of dissatisfaction, and scrunched up her face in yet another orgasm, moaning desperately.
The sight of her moaning orgasmic face so excited Samual that he couldn't hold back his orgasm anymore, and Agony expertly used her empath ability to guide her vagina in giving him the perfect orgasm she possibly could, making him groan deeply in ecstasy as he filled her up with a scary amount of cum.
Agony remained on his cock passively as she sensed he wanted her to, stretching her arms above her head as her empath ability directed her, doing everything perfectly down to the slightest movements like stretching. Samual gazed at Agony in awe, so bewitched by this woman who so perfectly matched his slightest desires.
Agony let him guide her with her empath ability, not showing any initiative whatsoever as she just did what she needed to do to hopefully secure a very favourable husband. She barely even scratched itches, she was a doll who did whatever he wanted her to do.
For a while she just felt him going limp inside her, not getting off as he didn't want this, looking him right in the eyes fondly with the perfect contented smile on her lipstick red lips.
At exactly the right moment she climbed off him, and Samual excused himself to go and pee in her bathroom, just as she had sensed he would.
Agony was in the perfect cute position on the bed when he returned from his urination, kicking her legs in the air flirtatiously, laying on the bed on her naked front with her head resting down sideways on the sheets with her forearms waving around softly in a way that looked adorably cute.
Samual smiled and returned to her bed, sitting and tracing a finger over the small of her back fondly. Agony knew how he wanted her to respond, but instead she snorted ticklishly, finding his touch incredibly ticklish!
Samual chuckled at her unexpected reaction and began tickling her on purpose in various places!
Agony squealed with laughter and squirmed defensively, and the huge super soldier easily wrestled her into a defenceless position with her legs pinned under his hips and ass and both her wrists held together above her head by one of his massive hands!
Agony wasn't using her empath abilities to guide her anymore, just looking afraid with her eyes wide with fear. Samual chuckled and began tickling her armpit with his free hand!
Agony was a *very* ticklish woman, and her poor armpits were the most ticklish place on her very ticklish body. It went without saying that it tickled like an absolute mother fucker, her skin crawling as she laughed hard!
"Please stop!", Agony squealed desperately for mercy.
"Not yet.", Samual chuckled mischievously, tickling her even more!
Agony was in hell and rapidly becoming extremely pissed off as she laughed hysterically. The jerk just didn't stop and was too strong to escape!
"You do this to Octavia and Fhimra all the time, it's time you got a taste of your own medicine!", Samual taunted her in his deep Astartes voice!
Agony could do precisely nothing to stop him and was just tickled intolerably until she wet her bed with her pee!
"I don't have a mattress protector!", Agony exclaimed crossly.
Samual reluctantly stopped and let go, and he had the good grace to help her strip the bed to the wet mattress underneath, flipping the mattress for her so that she could sleep on the dry side, unearthing evil looking insects under her mattress!
"ew!", Mistress Agony exclaimed at the bugs.
"You could come home with me to sleep until your mattress dries.", Samual the Night Lord offered helpfully.
Agony smiled at this sweet gesture and nodded in agreement, and she hastily put together an overnight bag. This might actually make marriage even more likely if he was inviting her home to his place.
***…
"You sleep in a barracks?!", Some vaguely familiar Asian chick was exclaiming to Samual in the background, as Augusta Antony Sevenson lovingly painted his brand new mark six Raptor armour with another coat of primer.
The Night Lord barracks was a dimly lit warren of activity, housing literally hundreds of younger Night Lords and neophytes in between their training, with many of them also having their own more private homes or living quarters that they could alternatively stay at to sleep. Mostly the Night Lords stayed here now because the women who now dominated them almost never came here, giving them a reprieve from being bossed around all the time.
Augusta had a pissed off wife and (approximately) two screaming kids back home, and he had very deliberately turned off his vox and was just hiding here to get some peace to attend to his armour without constant interruptions. Liling would be furious, but as long as he couldn't physically hear her orders, (because the vox was off), she couldn't boss him around, he could just hide from her out of earshot and the submission curse that compelled him to obey her would be powerless.
Augusta happily cared for his armour as the Asian chick loudly squealed with ticklish laughter in the background, being tickled against her consent by Samual. Augusta used a gene seed organ to tune out this heavy angry laughter as barely audible white noise.
Other Night Lords were doing their own things, most of them performing endless maintenance on their equipment. The Sevenson Night Lords did not have any tech marines to do much of the maintenance like those spoiled loyalist chapters got to enjoy, with only the Dark Mechanicum available to help with the more problematic maintenance. But the Dark Mechanicum were also a massive pain in the ass to deal with to the point that it was actually less of a hassle for the Night Lords to just maintain their own equipment.
A huge amount of any chaos space marine's time tended to be spent on maintenance, and this wasn't just restricted to Night Lords. Being a chaos space marine was in many ways much harder than being a loyalist space marine, they lacked the resources and support of the Imperium of Man and often just had to make do with whatever crap was available. Bolters and power armour were sophisticated and temperamental pieces of equipment that took *unbelievable* amounts of maintenance to work properly.
The chaos space marines spent on average about two hours a day just maintaining their gear like this. It was an absolute pain in the ass that ate up so much time that could be spent doing literally anything else!
The barracks complex looked more like a workshop than a barracks, with more work benches and toolboxes than actual beds, and messily littered with greasy parts and a sand like material composed of powdered metal and ceramite from the constant grinding of machining tools to make repairs. It was not as loud as it could be but certainly not quiet, and the constant noise helped to give women headaches and make them want to leave.
Augusta happily completed coat after coat of primer, then applied coat after coat of actual paint in the colours and heraldry of the Night Lords Legion, skilfully painting all sorts of little details to make the armour look scarier. When he was finished he let the armour dry and started maintaining his temperamental bolt pistol and he resharpened the monomolecular edge of his massive combat blade.
Augusta was now a new chaos Raptor rather than just a tactical marine, courtesy of the fact that he owned a suit of power armour with a working jump pack. (It really was that simple).
This meant that he no longer would be using a standard bolter in combat, instead using a much more portable bolt pistol and close combat weapon to slay enemies up close. The jump pack granted him the ability to fly, and fly fast enough to avoid being shot out of the air by any but the most fluke hits from enemy weapons so that he could dive down right on top of enemies unscathed to rip them apart in close combat.
Chaos Raptors were the ultimate shock troops, specialised in dropping down directly into strongly held enemy trenches and other positions to rip them apart, as well as to perform lightning fast terror tactics in the dead of night. It was a highly glamorous sort of fighting, and just genuinely fun, perfect for the somewhat immature Augusta, especially given his propensity for mindless close combat violence.
Augusta finished his maintenance and found that the paint was dry on his armour. He happily put his armour on and headed off to the Raptor training course, a 3 dimensional maze deep inside the ship that could only be navigated with a jump pack.
Augusta entered this dark maze, seeing perfectly in the dark with his Night Lord eyes, looking around at multi story high walls with platforms and tunnels built into them at high elevations, as well as a high ceilinged straight track corridor to practice bounding across a battlefield, with all sorts of distance markers and safety nets and padding in various places to protect against crashes.
Augusta used his black carapace interface to very carefully activate his Raptor jump pack…
Augusta shot with huge acceleration straight into a padded wall, stunning himself and falling down to be caught by a safety net!
Augusta was slightly discouraged by how hard this was and tried again, smacking into a different padded wall this time!
Augusta irritably tried again and again for what felt like hours, very slightly improving as he learned through trial and error and developed the beginnings of muscle memory. By the end he was smacking very gently into the walls, gradually learning to be more gentle with the throttle.
The jump pack used an electric jet system inside an atmosphere, but did also have a conventional fuel rocket engine system for operating in a vacuum environment. The rocket engines had very limited fuel, but the electric jet engines were powered by a highly compact Polonium 210 radioisotope thermal electric generator that constantly produced 140 kilowatts per kilogram of fuel, (with multiple kilograms of Polonium 210 in his backpack power reactor). The Polonium 210 fuel had a half life of 138 days, requiring periodic replacement, but this was heaps of time between refueling replacements.
The Polonium reactor could not be shut off or throttled, but it produced so much power constantly that the power armour never used all of it even at maximum power, merely shorting the excess electricity as needed to maintain optimal current. The power armour could simply short out less and less of this surplus power as a (very energy wasteful) means of throttling the energy to the jump pack as required.
The fuel wasn't a problem for the fleet however. The surface of Stōørølø periodically spewed forth vast rivers of molten Bismuth 209 isotope, which the Tzeentch worshipping psykers happily flung up into orbit. The Bismuth 209 once collected could be put in an industrial Dark Mechanicum nuclear reactor and bombarded with neutrons which would be absorbed by the atoms to form Bismuth 210 isotope. Bismuth 210 isotope was highly radioactively unstable with a half life of only 5 days and Beta decayed into pure Polonium 210, making the Polonium 210 supply directly proportional to the Bismuth 209 supply, which they had oodles of. The Bismuth 209 was for all intents and purposes radioactively stable, (it had a decay half life of 19 quintillion years, literally), so it could be kept in storage indefinitely and only turned into Polonium 210 as needed.
(Note Bismuth 209 is twice as common as gold on earth, so not particularly common, which is why we don't all have Polonium powered cars. Also Polonium is about the most biologically and ecologically toxic substance known to modern science, (1 gram of Polonium 210 can poison to death approximately 50 million ordinary humans), so any car crash would be absolutely horrifying for every living thing in the local area if the fuel containment got breached. Presumably this would be less of an issue for an Astartes as they are incredibly (cartoonishly) tough and surprisingly resistant to radiation in canon due to their artificial gene seed organs. I mostly choose Polonium because it's the only thing I can think of that could actually power a jump pack with enough power to weight ratio while being compact enough to fit in the armour. It, (the power source), is something that could actually be made with modern technology without violating any known physics, assuming that you have materials that can handle hundreds of kilowatts of heat in a small compact radioisotope thermal electric generator reactor. Sorry for the nerd ramble, just putting my otherwise useless science degree to some use.)
This Polonium 210 radioisotope thermal electric generator was far from subtle, with the cooling system constantly pumping vast amounts of cold outside air through it and venting very hot air that would show up on any thermal sight. The entire backpack would swing out its armoured plates to open up in a vacuum environment to directly radiate heat to prevent overheating meltdown from the lack of air cooling, making it even more obvious to thermal sights in a vacuum than in an atmosphere. But then again, Raptors didn't really need to hide in cover and be subtle, there was nothing subtle at all about flying shock troops with roaring jump packs, they relied on speed not stealth.
Augusta sighed as he crashed into yet another wall, this might take quite a while to get the hang of. He just hoped that he got the hang of this before the next war or he might be in trouble on the battlefield…
***…
There was widespread giggling between the six apprentice Dominatrices the next day, as they met up for lunch in the bustling food court of a busy Persian market onboard the Nightmare Asylum. All of the others were giggling as Mistress Agony Lee described the unmitigated fuck up that had been her date last night with Samual Sevenson.
The Sevenson Cartel controlled fleet had quite a large Iranian Persian minority group, most of whom worshipped Tzeentch, and they tended to congregate together in their own communities and markets and districts inside the various ships, forming Persian marketplaces like this one that sold the random crap that Tzeentch worshippers and psykers liked to buy, as well as some really delicious Persian food. The food was so delicious that the apprentices had deliberately come here for lunch just because it was so damn good.
The market was bustling with Persian Tzeentch worshippers, some of them had various bird mutations like bird feet and feather hair but many more did not, with a lot of baseline humans with just the odd mutation here and there from worshipping Tzeentch. This was the population pool that had spawned daemon princess of Tzeentch TigerLily as a mortal and this population continued to periodically give rise to more psykers every generation, no doubt some of whom would be really powerful.
"I felt like Octavia or Fhimra!, For two damn *hours* he tickled me in that barracks last night!, I didn't even get much sleep in that noisy barracks!", Mistress Agony recounted, to the widespread giggling of the other five.
"Sounds like the beginning of a wonderful marriage.", Mistress Blade the fetish wear clad apprentice Dominatrix giggled teasingly.
"If he wasn't a space marine and a Sevenson I would never have agreed to go on a second date!", Mistress Agony grumbled.
"You agreed to a second date even after all that?!", Mistress Thorn the kimono clad apprentice Dominatrix Geisha exclaimed incredulously with a giggle.
"I might still be able to become a Cartel wife, I am willing to put up with at least a second date for that.", Mistress Agony defended with a sigh.
"Show him who's boss this time, demand that he submit to you!", Mistress Thorn pressed.
"On the second date?", Mistress Agony replied incredulously.
"He will tickle you again if you don't.", Mistress Thorn replied, slightly straightening her elaborate geisha hairstyle above her painted face.
"I will establish dominance as soon as I am sure he won't just leave me as a result.", Mistress Agony promised.
"When is the next date?", Mistress Blade asked curiously, wearing shiny bright red dominatrix leathers on her sexy body.
Mistress Agony was about to reply but suddenly jumped out of her seat gripping frantically at her G string under her dominatrix miniskirt, looking like she was very uncomfortable.
"My G string is giving me a wedgie!, It hurts!", Mistress Agony exclaimed, pulling so hard on her G string that she snapped the string!
Everyone at the table was looking at Mistress Agony with confused concern. Then Mistress Thorn suddenly leapt up to her feet in her kimono, clutching her crotch in embarrassment and discomfort.
"I have the wedgie from hell!, Something is pulling my panties right up!", Mistress Thorn exclaimed.
Mistress Blade also jumped up to her feet clutching at her panties complaining about a wedgie!
Soon the entire table was on their feet clutching at their panties, in so much discomfort that the geishas opened up their kimonos to expose their underwear, the panties all pulled up painfully!
The women desperately used scissors to cut away their panties to get relief, the geisha's exposing their vaginas briefly in this crowded market food court before covering themselves up with their kimonos!
"My bra just unhooked all by itself!", Mistress Thorn exclaimed embarrassedly, reaching back but unable to take off her kimono to hook her bra again without exposing her vagina to everyone!
Other apprentices squawked as their own bras were unhooked, their faces blushing hard with angry embarrassment!
"PATRICK!", A woman's voice with a slightly bird-like Sevenson family accent exclaimed in mortified outrage.
The violated looking apprentices all tore around and saw two bird mutants sitting at another table, one a woman and one a boy, the woman loudly scolding the boy. Both had bird feet instead of human feet and both had bright blue feathers instead of hair, both of them mixed race Persian/European and both dressed in the expensive fashions of members of the Sevenson Cartel.
The boy was unconvincingly protesting his innocence to the woman who seemed to be his mother. The apprentices all stormed over to demand an explanation.
Pink psychic witchcraft shot out of the boy's head and struck the apprentices, filling their minds with a psychic scream that made them fall to the floor on their bottoms clutching their heads!
"DISPELLED!", the bird woman shouted with pink witchcraft of her own shooting out of her head and the psychic scream vanished.
The apprentices stood up in a state of mild shock, afraid now, but they proceeded to demand an explanation.
"I am SO sorry!, My son Patrick here was using his psychic powers to interfere with your underwear!", the woman apologised profusely.
"This was sexual assault!", Mistress Agony angrily accused.
"Please don't press charges!", the mother begged.
The boy didn't say a word and didn't look anyone in the eyes, obviously embarrassed to have gotten caught like this, and the apprentices demanded that he explain himself and apologise.
"You deserved it, bunch of sadistic bullies to grandma Octavia!, I read your minds and saw how mean you are to her all the time!, You deserve to be embarrassed in public!", the boy angrily accused the apprentices.
The apprentices paused in confusion at this, having so many questions.
"Your grandmother Octavia LIKES being treated like that by these women, it's not mean bullying when she wants them to do it to her!", the woman adamantly explained.
"They are mean in ways she doesn't like, they don't let her eat what she wants and they beat her!", the boy insisted accusingly.
"We don't decide Octavia's diet and we only beat her occasionally to discipline her. Who are you exactly?", Mistress Agony said nonplussed.
"I'm so sorry about this. My name is Violet Smith, I am TigerLily's first daughter from her first marriage before she married Luke, but I ended up being raised by Octavia and Wendy as their semi-adopted foster daughter, so I'm sort of a Sevenson but not quite. This is my son Patrick. I consider Octavia to be my mother and my son sees her as a grandmother. I guess he is protective of her.", the woman introduced embarrassedly.
The apprentices all became unconsciously more respectful towards the woman at these words, understanding her to be highly placed and at least Cartel-adjacent. Any daughter of TigerLily had the ear of her mother and was probably a powerful psyker in her own right.
"My mother IS a powerful psyker, but I am a MORE powerful psyker!, I will END you if you try anything!", Patrick said angrily, pink light glowing around his head.
"Is it not enough that you sexually assaulted these women?, Now you are making death threats as well!, Stop it this instant!", Violet scolded her son.
"We love Octavia dearly, we are not trying to hurt her, we are just playing with her.", Mistress Thorn soothed Patrick reassuringly.
"What about HER trying to gold dig Samual!", Patrick accused, pointing at Mistress Agony accusingly.
"I have only been on one date with him!", Mistress Agony protested as Violet looked embarrassed.
"I read your mind and know that you are only with him for personal gain you gold digger!", Patrick angrily accused, pointing a finger at her!
"I'm sure Samual already knows that but is still dating her anyway.", Violet said, making Mistress Agony squawk in shock at this passive agreement that she was just a gold digger!
"Well you ARE a gold digger, but it's still rude of him to say it out loud.", Violet added to Mistress Agony apologetically.
Mistress Agony spluttered at this, lost for words at this insulting suggestion.
"The whole lot of them tried to gold dig Grandma Wendy!, They are all just a bunch of rotten gold diggers!", Patrick accused (accurately).
"They still didn't deserve to be sexually assaulted!", Violet scolded, not even attempting to deny this accusation!
The apprentices were even more insulted by Violet passively agreeing that they were gold diggers than they were by the angry boy, getting cross and defensive as their characters were dragged in the muck like this!
"I'm sorry for offending you, but I'm not going to lie and say that you are not something when you are.", Violet apologised to the apprentices.
The apprentices became even more defensive at this, and Violet looked mortified by this entire scene that had been caused.
"I don't want things to get weird every time I randomly see you in the future, can we just put this whole incident behind us and resolve this without grudges?", Violet asked them seriously.
"I don't want things to be weird if I end up marrying into the family, I will forgive and forget.", Mistress Agony allowed.
"Gold digger!", Patrick berated her!
Violet looked stressed again.
The other apprentices reluctantly agreed not to hold a grudge, but they did have some choice words to say to Patrick for what he did to their underwear.
The apprentices gradually returned to their lunch at their table, and sat down again.
Mistress Agony then felt her bra unhook by itself once more…
***…
Octavia and Fhimra were both giggling strapped in X frames in the dungeon, a good ten meters apart and at right angles to each other so that they could see each other, but they weren't giggling from being tickled this time.
"I am the very model of a modern Major-General, I've information vegetable, animal, and mineral, I know the kings of Terra and I quote the fights Historical, From Armageddon to Isstvan Five, in order categorical.", Chaquille was singing camply as he danced and twirled around with a mop cleaning the dungeon floor.
Octavia and Fhimra giggled uncontrollably in their bondage at his hilarious singing, being "stored" yet again in their X frames while the owners and apprentices were all out at work.
"There's antimony, arsenic, aluminum, selenium, And hydrogen and oxygen and nitrogen and rhenium, And nickel, neodymium, neptunium, germanium, And iron, americium, ruthenium, uranium!", Chaquille sang operatically in a way that was just hilarious and ridiculous.
Chaquille danced and twirled around his mop, singing about every element in the periodic table into the end of his mop handle like a pretend microphone. The two tickle slaves couldn't stop giggling.
Chaquille showed absolutely no sexual interest in the tickle slaves whatsoever and he didn't touch them, simply prancing around cleaning the palace in the gayest way possible as he sang operatically in a way that was hilarious.
The tickle slaves were completely naked in their bondage X frames, but even Fhimra felt comfortable being seen naked by Chaquille. He was just so cartoonishly gay and disinterested in women that he didn't present as a threat, and every time he happened to catch a glimpse of their vaginas he softly said "ew" and looked away.
Fhimra felt deeply relaxed as she stood strapped to her X frame with many leather straps tightly binding up and down each limb to the X frame, quite unable to move her arms and legs at all. Normally she would be terrified right now with a man alone in the room with her, but the thought of being raped by this prancing homosexual queen was absurd and she felt incredibly safe.
Chaquille got many of the elements wrong in his song, obviously forgetting the words, and he made up elements like "Cockium" that made Fhimra explode with laughter!
The song ended with Chaquille completely forgetting the words and just singing:
"There's bummium and Faggottium, Toppium and Bottommium, CockSuckium and Spermium and Queerium and Gayium!"
Fhimra just about choked with laughter, gasping for breath finding this all utterly hilarious and ridiculous.
Octavia was also giggling away in her own X frame at his flamboyant antics.
Chaquille continued to prance around and twirl and dance with hyperactive energy as he flamboyantly mopped the floor, occasionally singing more songs hilariously and being extremely entertaining to watch from the boredom of the X frames.
"I need to mop here, but ew!, Flappy bits!", Chaquille exclaimed dramatically, gesturing disgustedly at their bare vaginas.
"The flappy bits won't hurt you.", Fhimra giggled.
"I dunno, they might flap out at me like a bat, ahhh!", Chaquille gestured dramatically in an imitation of their vaginas flying up to bite his neck.
Fhimra and Octavia erupted into giggles.
"I think I will keep those flappers at mop's length just to be safe.", Chaquille said squeamishly and made a point of exaggeratedly stretching out the end of his mop to mop the floor under their X frames, keeping his body as far away from them as possible theatrically.
Fhimra chuckled as the mop slid around the floor under her, feeling very safe, and Chaquille soon had the floor around her completely mopped clean.
Chaquille then moved towards Octavia ten meters away, but then staggered back in genuine looking disgust, physically repelled by her in a very literal manner.
"Damn girl, switch off that lust aura, all that straight lust is fucking gross to me!", Chaquille exclaimed, not even acting theatric but just looking genuinely disgusted by Octavia.
"Sorry, I just wanted to see what would happen, to see if you were really as gay as you say.", Octavia apologised unexpectedly.
"It just feels SO gross, I'm not even being dramatic, stop doing that shit to me!", Chaquille snapped with uncharacteristic anger, looking violated even!
"I have lowered my aura as much as I can now. I'm sorry for trying that, I just find you hot and I desired your touch…", Octavia said penitently, making Fhimra flush with jealousy!
"That's not cool, you know what, I gotta take five minutes and then come back, you made this queer cross.", Chaquille said with uncharacteristic coldness and stormed out looking offended and violated and angry!
"What did you do?", Fhimra asked Octavia as soon as he left.
"I increased all my lust auras to maximum strength to try to seduce him into fucking me, I was being a naughty horny girl. It seems to have just felt bad to him because he's so completely gay.", Octavia admitted guiltily!
"It repelled him rather than attracted him… I think we can now safely say that he's 100 percent gay. I still can't believe that you would even try that!", Fhimra replied.
"Any man who was even slightly bi or straight would have been unable to resist my lust auras at full power, only the gayest of the gay would be repelled like that…", Octavia pondered philosophically but stupidly.
"Well congratulations, you proved what we already knew, that Chaquille is gay. But now you have pissed him off, I've never seen him get angry before!", Fhimra criticised.
"I didn't mean to upset him.", Octavia defended herself.
"You meant to be FUCKED by him!, That would have upset him even more if you had succeeded!, I can't believe you sometimes Octavia!", Fhimra protested.
"I'm sorry, I'm not smart, I didn't think it through, I'm sorry.", Octavia apologised penitently.
Fhimra wasn't happy but she reluctantly forgave her stupid girlfriend, this was just yet another stupid act of attempted unfaithfulness by her Slaanesh worshipping girlfriend.
Fhimra sighed.
Chaquille then reentered the room earlier than expected, shaking his finger crossly at Octavia, apparently planning to unleash a condemning speech against her.
"I'm sorry Chaquille, I know I was in the wrong to try that. You may punish me if you wish.", Octavia said humbly before he could speak.
Chaquille paused at this repentance and nodded slightly, the most quiet Fhimra had ever seen him.
"I have had female owners force me to have sex with them before, they gave me cock hardening drugs to force me to be stiff and… And they raped me. It was nasty, it made me feel bad, it violated me. I carry scars inside myself from that fucked up heterosexual rape. Don't you EVER try that shit again!", Chaquille said with distressing honesty, showing painful emotion on his usually happy face.
Fhimra felt the deepest respect and sympathy for this man, seeing a whole new side of him.
"I won't do it again, I'm sorry.", Octavia promised penitently.
"I accept your apology. I will get over this, just give me time.", Chaquille said and stoically mopped the rest of the floor in awkward silence.
Chaquille left the room, but within an hour they could hear him loudly singing back to normal. That had been really awkward.
Noise filled the palace as the six apprentices loudly arrived, having education with Mistress Lash this afternoon. Mistress Lash still wasn't home yet but the apprentices were invited to come over when they had scheduled education with their mentor, they had just arrived a little bit early.
Chaquille could be heard cheekily exchanging banter with the apprentices, and Fetter seemed to be having a nap right now and was silent.
The six apprentices entered the dungeon room that contained the tickle slaves, and the two tickle slaves happily greeted them from their X frames, feeling wonderful ticklish anticipation.
"How was your date last night Ma'am?", Fhimra asked the gorgeous Mistress Agony curiously.
The other five apprentices laughed and Mistress Agony looked annoyed by the question.
"As bad as that?", Fhimra noted.
"Worst first date of my entire life!, He tickled me until I wet my own bed, soaked my mattress through, then he took me back to 'his place', but his place was just a Night Lord barracks with about a hundred people gawking at us as they loudly used power tools to maintain their equipment!, THEN he tickled me for two hours straight in the barracks!", Mistress Agony fumed.
"That sounds like a pretty good date to me.", Octavia opined stupidly.
"It was just horrible!, I can't *stand* being tickled!, Two fucking hours!", Mistress Agony complained.
"Oh dear, are you ok Ma'am?", Fhimra asked sympathetically.
"No I'm not, I couldn't even vent about it over lunch because Octavia's psyker grandson Patrick used his powers to sexually assault us at lunch!", Mistress Agony exclaimed.
"Patrick did WHAT to you?!", Octavia exclaimed in shock.
"That dirty little shit gave us such bad psychic wedgies that we had to cut off all our panties with scissors, then he unhooked our bras over and over again!", Mistress Thorn the apprentice geisha protested crossly.
"He did WHAT?!, What did his mother Violet do in response?, Was she there?", Octavia asked in shock.
"Violet called us all gold diggers, but she did at least TRY to stop him without much success.", Mistress Agony fumed.
"VIOLET!", Octavia loudly yelled in disbelief.
The apprentices continued to loudly vent about their run in with Patrick in a Persian market food court, and Octavia looked completely shocked and loudly demanded to speak to Violet and Patrick immediately.
The apprentices did not let Octavia out of her bondage however and after a bit more venting they tickled Octavia and Fhimra in their X frames for a while.
Fhimra squealed with laughter right up until Lash arrived home from work, and the apprentices repeated their entire story, making Lash gasp as well.
Lash then called Wendy on the vox, recounting everything that had happened to the apprentices with Patrick sexually assaulting them in the market, and Wendy was shocked and promised to call Violet about this entire incident.
Approximately twenty minutes later the door bell rang and Chaquille pranced off to answer, returning with the aforementioned Violet and Patrick, a young woman and a boy respectively.
Fhimra was embarrassed being bound naked in front of this pair, especially in front of the boy Patrick, and she blushed pinkly as she shyly observed them.
Violet was a stunningly beautiful woman, tall and slender with big breasts from obvious cosmetic surgery. She was unmistakably a daughter of TigerLily herself, with the same Persian facial features and the same beauty, and with the bird mutations of one of those Iranian Persian bird mutants at the Tzeentch mosque. She had striking sharp taloned bare bird feet at the end of her ankles, bright blue eyebrows and bright blue long feathers hanging down the back of her head like beautiful long hair. Her skin was pale but had a slight tint of blue.
Violet was clearly mixed race, with some sort of European blended with the Persian, but she looked so strongly Persian that she could easily blend in with the other bird mutants at the mosque.
What was so remarkable about Violet was the fact that she so obviously didn't worship Tzeentch despite her Tzeentch blood heritage. She was dressed in a shameless Dominatrix outfit bedecked with Slaanesh symbols and she had the characteristic jaded debauched expression of a devout Slaanesh worshipper!
Fhimra was almost scandalised to see a Tzeentch bird mutant that worshipped Slaanesh. Wendy and Octavia had obviously got Violet young and raised her to worship Slaanesh first before Tzeentch could lay claim to her soul.
Patrick was very obviously Violet's son, but with less Persian and more European from an obviously European father. He had bright blue eyebrows like his mother and had the same bright blue feathers for hair, only cut short to look more masculine. He also had the same razor taloned bird feet.
Patrick was of an age where Fhimra struggled to determine his exact age, somewhere between 5 and 11 years old she guessed, not being good at clearly differentiating between these age groups in boys. He was obviously prepubescent but he was just as obviously older than four, inside that age range that held what might be called "true children".
Patrick was dressed in dark clothes bearing the heraldry of the Night Lords to show his allegiance, with a Slaanesh symbol on his waist belt to show which god he worshipped. The boy looked sullen and suspicious of everyone around him, clearly having an attitude problem.
There was a brief pause, and then Octavia erupted into scolding from her X frame.
"I was protecting you from these bullies grandma!", Patrick defended his actions.
"By sexually assaulting us?!", Mistress Agony protested.
Fhimra felt awkward as shouting ensued, wishing she was out of bondage or at least had some clothes on right now.
"Let me out so I can smack them!", Octavia was loudly demanding from her bondage.
"No one will be smacking either of them, but I agree that this needs to be resolved. I will let you out on the condition that you are nonviolent.", Lash offered sternly.
"Can I still shout at them Mistress Lash?", Octavia asked hopefully.
Lash chuckled and nodded, and Octavia agreed and was released, with Fhimra remaining bound in her X frame.
Octavia proceeded to storm towards Patrick and sternly roused on him with a lot of angry shouting, calling him "a very naughty grandson".
The child reacted to Octavia like an angry grandmother figure, quite submissive to her the way children are to such matriarchal family figures.
It ended with both of them hugging in reconciliation after Octavia calmed down, and Octavia had a long talk with Patrick about her lifestyle, promising him that she enjoyed it and didn't need to be protected from the apprentices, explaining that she enjoyed the cruel ways they treated her.
Patrick was coaxed into apologising to everyone, and the apprentices hesitantly accepted his apologies.
Octavia then led Patrick and the beautiful Violet to Fhimra's X frame.
"This is my girlfriend Fhimra, Fhimra meet my daughter Violet and my grandson Patrick.", Octavia proudly introduced.
Fhimra waved a hand as well as she could in the X frame, blushing to be naked right now. The two psykers looked at Fhimra closely with pink energy glowing around their eyes.
"She is a good person, she loves you grandma.", Patrick said approvingly, apparently having read her mind.
"No hidden agenda, very open and sincere. Very suitable Mummy.", Violet gave her own verdict.
Octavia proudly ran a hand up Fhimra's side, and Fhimra started to laugh as Octavia's fingers found her armpit!
Fhimra squirmed in her X frame and laughed tormentedly, not wanting to be tickled right now in front of this child.
"She's so ticklish too.", Octavia chuckled, tormenting Fhimra's armpit mercilessly.
"She wants you to stop grandma, she is embarrassed.", Patrick told Octavia.
"She doesn't have a safe word.", Octavia chuckled and just kept tickling!
"No safe word huh?", Violet said mischievously and sauntered over to Fhimra's other side, reaching for her other armpit!
Fhimra squealed with laughter as the beautiful Violet stroked her armpit with terrible skill, so ticklish and so defenceless in this X frame.
"Please not in front of the kid.", Fhimra pleaded.
Violet reluctantly agreed and stopped, urging Octavia to stop too.
"We aren't engaged yet, but one day I want to marry Fhimra.", Octavia told Violet proudly.
"Congratulations!", Violet said happily.
"You will be my new grandma?", Patrick asked the bound Fhimra.
Fhimra blushed and nodded shyly that she would.
"Could I please get out of this X frame please Ma'am?", Fhimra shyly asked Lash.
"Permission denied, this is good to train you to push past your humiliation.", Lash chuckled.
"Yes Ma'am.", Fhimra replied submissively in defeat.
"You are being mean to poor Fhimra!", Patrick crossly protested.
"She isn't being mean, she is just disciplining me sweetie.", Fhimra reassured the child.
"I read your mind, these people are SO mean to you every day!, It's not nice the way they treat you!", Patrick protested.
"I enjoy being treated mean like this sweetie, when you are older you will understand.", Fhimra soothed the child, blushing shyly.
"You are treated like a prisoner, you get tortured every day and they put things in your pee pee hole…", Patrick began!
"Nope nope nope nope!, Please I don't want to be having this conversation with a child!", Fhimra exclaimed, blushing scarlet.
"But why do they put all those things up your pee pee?", the child demanded to know!
Fhimra squirmed in her X frame blushing with embarrassment, she didn't want to have to explain this stuff to a child!
"For pity's sake please untie me Ma'am!, This is just too awkward!", Fhimra pleaded Lash.
Lash walked over and patted Fhimra's hair soothingly but shook her head apologetically with a sadistic smile.
"The kid is asking me about dildos, please let me out!, I'm so embarrassed that I want to cry!", Fhimra whimpered.
"What's a dildo?", the kid asked.
Violet had a very pained look on her face, obviously not comfortable either with these questions from her child.
"You should ask your mother about it later.", Lash soothed the child.
"Yes, this is a question for your mum and dad.", Fhimra said, but pained looks on every face showed that she had said the wrong thing.
"I don't have a dad anymore, he died before I was born when mummy was twelve.", Patrick said sadly.
"When mummy was… Twelve?", Fhimra asked worriedly.
Every face looked pained like something terrible had happened and Fhimra instantly knew from just the expressions that Violet had been the victim of a…
"What's a pedophile?", Patrick asked curiously, having read Fhimra's damn mind!
"Oh sweet Tzeentch no!, Please let me out so I can run away and hide, this is TOO embarrassing!", Fhimra exclaimed, blushing crimson and feeling so bad and awkward right now!
"Was my father a 'pedophile'?", Patrick asked innocently.
"Nope nope nope, I don't want to be here!", Fhimra lamented from the raw physical 'nope' of this whole conversation.
"When I grow up will I also be a 'pedophile', whatever that is?", Patrick asked innocently.
"I hope not…", Fhimra couldn't help murmuring out loud, just about dying of embarrassment here.
"Why not?, What does it mean Fhimra?", Patrick begged to know!
"Oh sweet undivided this is not a nice conversation!, Look, how about you ask your mother later at home about this stuff.", Lash awkwardly suggested, her geisha makeup hiding the fact that she was obviously blushing too.
"I don't want to explain this stuff either!", Violet protested like a coward.
"Please tell me. If my dad was a pedophile then I want to be one too.", the child said with tragic innocence that physically hurt Fhimra!
"Oh my Tzeentch no don't say those words!", Fhimra squealed with embarrassment.
Violet was hiding her face in her hands now and even Octavia looked concerned (but mostly just stupidly confused).
"Patrick I ASSURE you that you don't want to be that when you grow up!", Lash insisted looking mortified.
"Is it a job?", Patrick asked innocently.
"No,", Lash quickly answered.
"Is it a hobby?", Patrick pressed.
"Kind of…", Octavia suggested stupidly, earning looks from the other women.
"Is being a pedophile a fun hobby?", Patrick asked innocently.
Fhimra shuddered from the raw cringe of just how WRONG this combination of words was!
"Maybe to *some* people…", Octavia stupidly began but was very quickly stopped by both Violet and Lash!
"Nope nope nope nope nope nope NOPE!", Fhimra groaned in raw cringe, just wanting to crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment.
"But what is a pedophile?, Did my dad have fun being one?", Patrick pressed relentlessly.
"I think he had TOO much fun…", Octavia stupidly began before Violet all but tackled her to shut her up!
"Do pedophiles use those things called 'dildos' to have fun?", the child asked curiously.
"Don't you dare answer that!", Violet shouted at Octavia, holding a hand over her mouth.
Fhimra was just shaking her head and cringing, the way this kid worded his questions was just so awful!
"Why won't anyone ever tell me anything about my father?", the child angrily complained with tragic innocence.
No one (except Octavia) looked like they had the heart to explain his awful origins to this innocent child, it was just so tragic and his mother was obviously an absolute coward about explaining it to her own child yet, though Fhimra couldn't exactly blame this child rape survivor for not wanting to explain this to her rape baby.
"What's child rape and what's a rape baby?, Fhimra was thinking those words.", Patrick asked expectantly!
Fhimra closed her eyes and blushed scarlet, unable to endure to see the looks from the kid's mother, this could not be happening!
"I, I can't, I just can't, I don't have words…", Lash faltered sounding as mortified as Fhimra felt.
"I just want to crawl away into a hole and never come out again…", Fhimra whimpered.
"Am I a rape baby Mummy?", the child asked his mother with curious innocence!
"Please untie me, I can't deal with this anymore.", Fhimra whimpered.
Lash mercifully had the good grace to start unstrapping Fhimra to her profuse relief.
"Please Fhimra, what is rape?, What does rape mean?", Patrick begged her in frustration.
"Nope.", Fhimra said simply and scrambled away from her X frame to run away and hide.
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