Chapter 40H
The 6 Iconoclast Class Destroyers of the Wong Mafia were anxious as they dropped out of the warp disguised as pirates, their holds filled with as much LPG and diesel and other hydrocarbon fuels as they could hold, scouting for someone to sell their overpriced low quality fuel to.
The Sevenson Empire had not authorised the Wong Mafia ships to sail off like this into uncharted space, but they hadn't expressly forbidden it either. The Wong ships were privately owned and did enjoy the freedom to move around the Sevenson Empire freely. The Sevenson Empire probably assumed that the Wong ships were currently just flying back to Stōørølø for more fuel, (especially since this is what they had declared on their flight manifest), they were not yet even reported missing, assumed to be still in transit through the warp to Stōørølø.
The wolf pack of 6 destroyers nervously scanned their surroundings, having dropped out of the warp near a random star system to scout for someone they could trade with. They were currently a few light years away from the Sevenson Empire, slightly off to the right side of the straight line the Sevenson Fleet was conquering planets in so that they could find a trading partner that wouldn't get annexed in the immediate future.
The star system was a binary star system with two orange dwarf stars of roughly equal mass orbiting very close to each other, with a limited system of planetary bodies orbiting them. Most of the objects orbiting the stars were far out and icy, little more than comets and dwarf planets and asteroids, but closer in, just a bit outside the habitable zone, was a massive "super-Jupiter" gas giant planet, almost 50 times the mass of the planet Jupiter and almost a brown dwarf star itself if it got too much bigger. The planet had a huge ring around it and a huge number of moons.
The wolf pack immediately detected strong radio emissions coming from the huge gas giant, an artificial signal that periodically repeated itself with broadcast signal intensity, the signal contained a dense information packet about the planet sending the signal.
The information packet said that it was sent by "the 109 Moons of Vem Omicron", warning that the moons were very heavily defended but saying that they welcomed peaceful trade. The 109 moons apparently formed a miniature self contained unified empire, with chaos space marine renegades of some loyalist chapter, and a HUGE fleet that included a space marine battle barge battleship as well as vast VAST numbers of smaller ships!, They claimed to have over 500 Sword class Frigates alone, and over 600 Firestorm class Frigates!
The 6 destroyers felt very apprehensive, but the information packet promised that all peaceful ships would be welcomed to trade with the 109 moons. The moons were very diverse, some mineral rich and rocky, some volcanic, some icy with subsurface oceans under the ice, some even had atmospheres, though only the capital moon had an atmosphere that was breathable (thanks to artificial means). According to the information packet more than half the moons were covered in pressurised transparent Agri-domes and were used to grow all manner of crops in the light of the two suns. Food was apparently their primary export, followed closely by minerals and slaves and some manufactured goods.
The moons were home to many many billions of people, and worshipped mostly Chaos Undivided, with worshippers of the four individual gods also present in large numbers. They had not only humans but also beastmen, mutants and even some chaos worshipping xenos, with both slaves and free in large numbers. It was a bustling and thriving miniature empire, mostly self sufficient (except for fuel hopefully) and exactly the sort of place the Wong Mafia was looking for to sell their fuel to.
The 109 moons were ruled by a group of chaos space marines identifying themselves as "the Spitting Vipers 9th Company", an entire space marine company that had turned traitor and split from their loyalist chapter "the Spitting Vipers", stealing one of their former chapter's battle barges to make their escape in. According to the information package they had Ultramarines ancestry as a chapter and had taken a sizeable amount of uncorrupted gene seeds with them, and had built themselves up to full chapter strength after centuries of creating new neophytes with generations of gene seed harvesting. They still called themselves "the Spitting Vipers 9th Company" despite being chapter strength simply out of spite for their old parent chapter.
(The information packet very proudly shared a (most likely favourably edited) historical account of the entire history of the Spitting Vipers 9th Company, boasting of their successes and wanting everyone to know how awesome and amazing they were.)
The wolf pack was greedy but not stupid, and they drew straws to select one of their number to approach the system alone as the others stayed back to watch. The chosen ship performed a calculated micro jump to get really close to the planet, just outside of the huge ring system, broadcasting hailing signals of peace and trade.
Vast numbers of non-warp capable system defence monitors with massive laser lances built into their fronts approached from hiding places in the planetary ring, followed by multiple large packs of warp capable sword class frigates and firestorm class frigates, this terrifying ensemble replying to the Wong destroyer with signals of peace, but demanding that the ship be inspected to make sure that it wasn't a suicide bombing fire ship or something.
The Wong destroyer submitted to be scanned and even boarded by inspection crews, but then it was allowed to proceed with a full escort all the way to one of the space ports in orbit of one of the 109 moons.
The locals were all desperately low on hydrocarbon fuels as a result of the ongoing petrochemical war, and very eagerly bought every last drop, giving the destroyer gold and silver and gems and slaves and manufactured items and huge amounts of food in return for the fuel.
The 109 moons *did* produce hydrocarbon fuel of their own, both biofuels from their crops and proven economically viable deposits of methane and some other hydrocarbons mined on some of the moons, but the prices were still murderously high thanks to the "global" fuel prices in the Maelstrom being so high right now due to the lingering petrochemical war. Tanker ships from other parts of the Maelstrom constantly arrived and offered more money than the 109 Moons of Vem Omicron could refuse, buying out the fuel almost as fast as it could be produced, driving up local prices and creating shortages even though the locals should by rights have no shortages of fuel. Just the grim realities of merciless supply and demand.
The Moons had already converted all of their surplus food that could be into biofuels like biodiesel or ethanol, but they produced so many different types of crops that they still had a lot of other food that couldn't be economically converted into biofuels, especially salad greens, herbs, vegetables and other such bulky fibrous foods that were hard to ferment into biofuels very speedily. These bulky crops easily filled the holds, and some such as the herbs and spices like pepper would fetch a high price back in the Sevenson Empire. They also got mushrooms, eggs, fish, and a whole range of other foods in smaller amounts. Combined with the gold and silver and gems and slaves and manufactured items these foods would make the Wong Mafia a fortune.
The destroyer then left peacefully without incident with its holds filled to bursting with vegetables and greens and other things, warmly encouraged to return as soon as possible with more fuel to sate the ravenous demand for hydrocarbons.
As soon as it was away the other destroyers approached one by one, selling their fuel and making a windfall, the destroyers barely able to move with so much food and other things weighing down their holds. They headed back home greedily, determined to return with their proper fuel tankers and cargo ships next time to sell all the fuel that they possibly could.
The Sevenson Empire might have cut off their own dependence on Wong hydrocarbon fuels, but this new customer would more than make up the difference. With its 109 small worlds full of people and resources this Vem Omicron system empire was arguably a richer customer than even the Sevenson Empire was right now.
The Wong Mafia had learned absolutely zero important life lessons and would now continue being dodgy with impunity until this new empire also got the shits with them, then they would simply find yet another customer, infinitely repeating the cycle until the day when they had finally pissed off every faction in the entire Maelstrom.
They really had learned nothing at all.
***…
Fhimra Pyrestrength was exhausted, absolutely exhausted, but she simply COULDN'T stop masturbating!
Fhimra was a submissive masochist who got sexually aroused from being treated really mean by Dominatrices, and the way that Fhimra had been forced to get a humiliatingly large boob job that she didn't want had been the MEANEST thing any Dominatrix had ever done to her!, It was SO hot to Fhimra!
Fhimra looked down at her MASSIVE J cup sized stripy breasts, and she spontaneously masturbated yet again on her slave cot, orgasming in seconds but so horny that she just kept rubbing out multiples, so aroused by the memory of just how HORRIBLE Wendy had been to her!
Fhimra was the first to admit that she had serious problems, but it was all just so HOT to her own sort of submissiveness, she was turned on terribly by cruelty towards herself by really sexy Dominatrices and Wendy was absurdly this quality!
Fhimra remembered being paraded naked through the crowded waiting room and she rubbed out another orgasm, she remembered that cruel little Dominatrix medical student Liling Sevenson sadistically taunting her and RECORDING her shame, and Fhimra instantly had another intense orgasm. Fhimra couldn't help rubbing out more and more orgasms as she remembered every cruel sadistic thing that had been done to her, just so turned on by this nastiness!
Fhimra moaned again and again, unable to stop. It felt so wonderful to be so DOMINATED by cruel sadistic sexy female bullies, the fact that it had been SO MEAN just turned Fhimra on SO MUCH!
Fhimra was getting tired and tried to stop, but then she noticed her HUGE breasts again and couldn't stop herself from masturbating yet again, groaning deeply as she tried in vain to vent the sexual arousal that threatened to explode if it wasn't vented.
Fhimra masturbated so many times that she got exhausted, but she was so physically fit as a tickle slave that she recovered her stamina almost instantly, and was forced to just keep masturbating, not in control of this situation.
The irritation from Tzeentch in her mind was more effective at improving her self control, and Fhimra desperately kept her hands away from her pussy, trying to stop doing this act that was merely feeding energy to Slaanesh.
Fhimra trembled all over, wanting to keep masturbating SO badly, and Tzeentch tutted in annoyance at her extreme lust.
"At least think of future hopes when you do that, remembering the past without hoping for anything in the future is not feeding me. You are only feeding Slaanesh right now.", Tzeentch criticised Fhimra.
Fhimra tried to think of some future hope, but the memory of the past was just SO perfect and she just wanted to masturbate like crazy!
"You will do yourself an injury if you don't stop. Just get up and do something else.", Tzeentch recommended.
"Yes Lord.", Fhimra said religiously and got up out of bed, immediately feeling off balance and in pain from the pair of MASSIVE breasts hanging from her poor chest!
Fhimra yelped in pain from her back and desperately put her arms under her breasts to take the weight, feeling RIDICULOUSLY large tits filling her arms!
Fhimra desperately reached for one of the stupidly large J cup bras that Wendy had gleefully bought for her, putting on the ridiculously sexy lingerie bra with a sigh of relief as it took the immense weight off her poor back.
Fhimra stood unsteadily, her entire body unbalanced by the huge weight that now hung off her chest. She could not overemphasise just how BIG these J cup breasts were, they were 10 inches long off her chest, almost a foot worth of bulging tit hanging off each side of her chest, all swollen and bulging and jiggling everywhere!
Fhimra walked to a mirror, and silently cried at the sight that greeted her. She looked like boob-zilla!, Her tits were obscenely big, most porn stars had smaller tits than Fhimra now had!
For the rest of her life the first thing anyone would notice about Fhimra would be her massive breasts. They would judge her, they would change their first impressions of her, they would think she was a massive slut and a sex object…
Fhimra sobbed, but she then tried to masturbate again, savagely turned on by this cruelty.
Fhimra fled away from the mirror and went to find Octavia, finding her strapped naked to an X frame in storage when not in use. (Fhimra herself had been spared this fate because she was still recovering from surgery, given brief medical leave from her tickle slave "duties").
Octavia got excited at the arrival of Fhimra, eagerly begging to be tickled, but then noticed that Fhimra was crying.
Fhimra ran up to Octavia and hugged her in the X frame, their huge tits pressing together as Fhimra hugged her, and Fhimra had more difficulty than usual reaching Octavia's lips to kiss her with her huge J cup breasts in the way.
Octavia lovingly kissed Fhimra from the X frame, and sweetly asked her if she was ok.
"I just can't stop masturbating, I had to get up just to stop. I feel so distressed by this boob job but being distressed makes me feel really horny!", Fhimra lamented pitifully.
"If you are horny then I am MORE than happy to help. You could tickle me and make love to me in this X frame.", Octavia offered enthusiastically.
Fhimra lustfully tickled Octavia's armpits and sides for about ten minutes of squealing laughter, masturbating herself to another hard orgasm as she did so before then deliberately stopping herself.
"I need to stop, not have even more. I need to take my mind off my lust and focus on hope for the future.", Fhimra said with intense self control.
"But that is boring!", Octavia pouted disappointedly, catching her breath in the straps of the X frame from her hard tickling.
"I need to find something else to do, let me borrow your mobile vox phone and find something to entertain myself with.", Fhimra said, moving to Octavia's vox phone sitting on a nearby table plugged into a charging cable.
Fhimra picked up the phone and curiously accessed the local network, checking the news to find something to occupy her mind. Fhimra then gasped.
The Wong Mafia had just returned laden with treasure from trading with some SCARILY close by mighty miniature empire that was EASILY stronger than the Sevenson Empire!
According to the news "the 109 Moons of Vem Omicron" space empire was less than a day of warp travel away from Mianasajep where the Sevenson fleet currently was, virtually right on their doorstep without them even realising it!
This was a disaster for security, not the least because the space around Mianasajep and the other planets and moons of the Mianasajep system was yet to be fully fortified with defences. The Vem Omicron system had at least one battle barge battleship and a full 1000 chaos space marines, as well as a VAST fleet of at least sword and firestorm frigates according to what the Wong destroyers had observed, they could invade the Mianasajep system potentially with EASE if they also had multiple line cruisers to support their single battleship and huge swarms of frigates, even the Nightmare Asylum itself could get overwhelmed if such a fleet concentrated all their fire against it!
The Sevenson fleet had one "budget" Gloriana class Battleship the Nightmare Asylum, a cheaply made imitation of a true Gloriana built mostly as a terror tactic to intimidate enemies. The Nightmare Asylum had the firepower of a true Gloriana battleship but not the armour of one, being constructed of common industrial grade steel rather than ceramite or other armoured materials that battleships were traditionally made of. One on one the Nightmare Asylum could best the average lesser battleship at long range simply because it had about three or four times the firepower of a Despoiler class Battleship, but up close where the enemy battleship could shoot back that weak steel armour might fail and be blown to shreds, especially if it WASN'T a one on one fight!
Apart from the single battleship the Sevenson fleet was mostly composed of Iconoclast class Destroyers and Claymore class Corvettes (and supply ships) as the VAST majority of their ships, and even these numbered less than 600 ships in total (including the civilian ships). They did have tens of cruisers, but mostly Dauntless class Light Cruisers and Hell-Bringer class Light Cruisers, also a few light Strike Cruisers. In far fewer numbers were true Line Cruisers, mostly Luna class Cruisers that the Sevenson Cartel had built and a handful of Murder class Cruisers that were controlled by their allied chaos space marines like the Alpha Legion warband of Egg's husband.
The Dark Mechanicum contingent of the Sevenson Empire also had a modest fleet of more advanced cruisers and light cruisers and some escort ships, and even had a huge space hulk that was currently in orbit of the Fate-Clock, but these Dark Mechanicum allies couldn't be relied upon in battle, they usually avoided every engagement and fled battles, preferring to focus on construction after the battles were over. They might as well be discounted from the battle capable ships of the fleet as they simply wouldn't stand and fight, spooked at the first sight of even just a torpedo heading their way.
The Sevenson Cartel had previously had a much grander fleet of Cruisers and Battle Cruisers and even additional Battleships, but almost all of these had been destroyed or lost during the Hapela Theta Rho War against the Imperial Navy around a decade ago. The Petrochemical War and subsequent years of starvation and infighting adrift in the warp storms as a tethered together impotent armada had cost even more ships, with the World Eaters and Word Bearers and others who refused to bow to the Sevenson Matriarch in orbit of Stōørølø having commandeered some of the best remaining cruisers, including the last of their Battle Cruisers, fleeing into the warp with these prized ships to make their escape.
The orbit of Stōørølø did have Dark Mechanicum shipyards now, and these were most certainly hard at work building new ships under contract for the Sevenson Cartel, but these ships were almost all either civilian cargo ships or small escort ships like Iconoclast class Destroyers and Claymore class Corvettes, with only a handful of new Lunar class Cruisers being built so far and no new Battleships or Battle Cruisers yet completed, (though these ships WERE being built, it just took time to build them properly out of ceramite rather than cutting corners with common steel). The shipyards were also repairing the wrecked Khorne ships from Štękżå'räšh, but these repairs seemed to be taking a long time, put on the back burner to wait until more high priority projects were completed.
The result of all of this was that the Sevenson fleet was mostly lightweight ships and not as numerous as they would wish to be. They had a Battleship but this was only overwhelming against fleets that DIDN'T have a Battleship of their own. They had over a thousand chaos space marines but almost all of them were potentially disloyal allies from various warbands like the Alpha Legion, not Sevenson Night Lords, (who numbered only a few hundred, most of them neophytes). Against a unified chapter strength hostile warband with a battle barge and a HUGE fleet of over a thousand escorts that easily outnumbered the Sevenson Fleet, the whole situation became very uncertain.
The Sevenson Fleet DID have Egg the Alpha Plus Psyker, but she was still not fully recovered and her loyalty was questionable, she might just flee with her Alpha Legion ships and leave the rest to fend for themselves. She could not be RELIED upon to win the battle, especially given that she served Nurgle who was still somewhat hostile towards Tzeentch and Slaanesh in the Great Game. Nurgle might order her to sit out the battle or even switch sides, and she would be forced to obey her god!
The only saving grace was that the Vem Omicron space empire seemed to be pretty chill and friendly, not apparently hostile or coveting more territory beyond the 109 small worlds they already controlled. The fact that they were so close to Mianasajep but had never bothered to set up any presence in the system was actually an excellent sign that they were not expansionist, just a bunch of self sufficient strategic turtles who passively let peaceful trade come to them and sticking to their own system.
Fhimra's mind was now very effectively distracted from her earlier horniness as she read everything she could about this whole situation.
The Wong Mafia maintained that they had done nothing wrong, already planning a huge convoy of fuel tankers and cargo ships to the system even as they still gradually unloaded their 6 destroyers of an astonishing amount of food. The Sevenson Cartel had rather different views on the matter, accusing them of jeopardising the entire Sevenson Empire by taking this huge risk.
Fhimra hoped that this Vem Omicron Empire WAS peaceful, she already had enough problems to deal with without getting killed on top of everything else.
***…
The various lifeless planets and moons of the Mianasajep star system were rapidly becoming a lot less lifeless, as they were feverishly colonised by freshly arrived legions of slaves from Stōørølø to set up infrastructure and settlements and defences. The Dark Mechanicum was also working in a frenzy to construct orbital defence laser lance batteries and macro cannon batteries, as well as vast minefields and space ports and bases for flights of space bombers and interceptors.
The entire Sevenson Empire was now spooked and on high alert, calling on Stōørølø to provide steadily more and more manpower, flooding the Empire with literally billions of additional Tzeentch worshippers. The time warp around Stōørølø was such that literally years had already passed there compared to the other planets, so that an entire new generation of Stōørølø locals were reaching adulthood, providing a fresh surge of manpower. The stripy skinned tribal women were incredibly fertile, giving birth to large numbers of children in duty to their god, knowing that Tzeentch needed more worshippers to seed the stars with.
Not only was Tzeentch getting to spread his worshippers but so was Nurgle. In orbit around Stōørølø had been left multi faith space cities and ships containing a small remnant fraction of the original crew of the fleet, and these had also experienced the same time warp. Nurgle himself had been hard at work infecting his own female worshippers in orbit with a type of ovarian cancer that made them ovulate huge numbers of eggs each cycle, accompanied by an overwhelming sexual urge during ovulation as a symptom of the disease. The result had been Nurgle women repulsively bloated with pregnancy, their loathsome wombs filled to bursting with so many babies that their bellies slightly split from the strain.
The result had been an explosive exponential increase in the number of Nurgle worshipping children in the space cities, with every teenage girl of fertile age getting infected with this hyper fertile ovarian cancer and becoming disturbing baby factories too, perpetuating the cycle of explosive exponential growth. Little by little Nurgle was taking control of the orbit even as Tzeentch controlled the ground, and some of these Nurgle worshippers were also spreading throughout the Sevenson Empire, being particularly attracted to Mianasajep.
Mianasajep itself was being used as a source of manpower, with some of the locals being hired as mercenaries and taken off planet to help fight the Vem Omicron chaos space marines with their plagues if they invaded, these Iron Age warriors struggling with culture shock as they were taken into space but enough of them surviving to be used as bio weapons shock troops.
The lifeless surfaces of planets and moons in the Mianasajep system were rapidly being covered with temporary inflatable habitat domes that were then covered with regolith to protect them, being used to house legions of slaves who were put in space suits and vehicles to excavate huge underground cities and the excavated pits and tunnels for ground based space laser batteries. Huge resources and manpower were mobilised to get every potential world (except the diseased Mianasajep) covered in ground based fortifications, literally thousands of laser lance batteries taking shape everywhere in preparation of a sudden space attack.
Amid all of this frantic chaos warp rifts opened in deep space right at the edge of the system, spewing forth a small fleet of 2 kilometre long Vagabond class Merchant Trader ships, 11 ships in total, followed by a pack of four Firestorm class Frigates and a Dauntless class Light Cruiser that appeared to be escorting the merchant ships against pirates.
The entire Sevenson fleet froze in horror at this arrival, not recognising any of these ships in their records as being authorised members of any part of the ships in the Sevenson Empire. They all carried the heraldry and insignia of the Spitting Vipers 9th Company space marines!
Psychic astropathic messages spread through the system faster than the speed of light, alerting everyone of this arrival, first spotted by a deep space sentry station that raised the alarm to everyone else with the help of a resident chaos psyker onboard the sentry station. All sorts of messages were sent to this unexpected fleet, demanding to know if they were friendly and what they wanted.
"Trade?", the stranger fleet replied simply with a single word.
After a bit of deliberation the Sevenson Fleet scanned the ships and demanded to inspect their contents with teams of inspectors, to which the ships agreed, and found that the ships were loaded with slaves and food and other cargo, indeed looking like they were here for peaceful trade.
The Sevenson Cartel hesitantly agreed to let them enter the system to trade, escorting them to the most outlying of the space docks in orbit of a Pluto-like ice body at the edge of the system. Wong Mafia fuel tankers eagerly approached this space station to trade with these visitors, wanting to make a fortune yet again.
The 11 visiting Vagabond class Merchant Traders connected to the large space station with pressurised docking tubes, the ships having to orient themselves carefully to all fit, docking to jutting pressurised docking piers that extended from the space dock on all sides like the long spines of an echinoderm. Hastily assembled welcoming committees awaited these visitors inside the piers, and these witnessed the huge pressure doors opening to show smiling chaos worshipping crewmen and officers entering to greet the space dock and negotiate prices.
The welcoming committees stalled these visitors as both the Wong Mafia and the Sevenson Cartel ships scrambled to also dock with the space dock, with the Nightmare Asylum itself performing a calculated micro jump to arrive, immediately teleporting Wendy Sevenson and even the Matriarch MA7 herself onboard the space dock with a big group of other Sevenson women and Night Lords, going to meet and negotiate with the visitors in person, desperate to maintain peaceful relations with this mighty empire which could potentially kick their ass in a fight.
What followed was very intense negotiations, with promises of peace being the top of the agenda…
***…
Octavia the tickle slave was still strapped naked to her X frame as Owner Wendy welcomed some diplomat woman into the room that served as Owner Wendy's home office, feeling bored from how little she had been tickled today.
The rest of the household was assembled in the huge well furnished office, including Fhimra, Fetter, Chaquille, Lash and even all 6 of Lash's apprentices. Octavia's X frame had built in wheels that allowed it to be rolled across the floor when the locking break lever was released, and she had simply been rolled into the office still strapped to her X frame, no one seeing any need to release her.
Owner Wendy was dressed in her finest black formal dress and black high heels, dressed to impress, and her pink mark of Slaanesh glowed extra bright on her face to deliberately show off the fact that she was a Chaos Champion. Owner Wendy proudly led an aristocratic looking woman dressed in the full dress uniform of a space marine chapter serf who served as the captain of a ship, (usually given the title Ship-Master or in this case Ship-Mistress), and the woman had the silver hair of an ancient woman but the flawless skin of a very young woman, (the woman either using slightly lower quality rejuvenation drugs or this effect caused by the effects of the warp).
The woman was stunningly beautiful with an hourglass body and huge breasts under her pompous clothes, but also had a haughty arrogant aristocratic manner. She had a glowing pink mark of Slaanesh on the left cheek of her face identifying herself as a Chaos Champion of Slaanesh similar to Owner Wendy, her haughty arrogant face looking jaded and debauched and EXTREMELY sexually dominant. In her hands she carried an officer's riding crop, obviously a Dominatrix from the way she held it so suggestively.
Following behind this woman was a group of six beautiful women, who were naked but for kinky revealing bondage harness outfits made of black leather straps that hugged their delicious figures but covered nothing, with submissive collars around the necks of all six women, with leather bondage straps wrapped around each wrist and ankle but the straps unclipped from any chain to allow freedom of movement. The six women all struggled to carry excessive amounts of luggage for their Mistress, all obviously in complete submission to the aristocratic Slaanesh Champion.
Every member of Owner Wendy's household bowed or curtsied respectfully, with Octavia lowering her head respectfully in her X frame. Obviously this guest was distinguished in the extreme.
Owner Wendy proudly introduced the household to the guest, identifying Mistress Lash as her girlfriend, Mistress Lash dressed up in the most elegant and elaborate geisha getup that she possessed. Mistress Lash bowed formally in respect like only a Japanese woman could, obviously deeply impressed by this visitor too.
The guest woman surveyed the room haughtily and then introduced herself in an arrogant aristocratic voice.
"I am Ship-Mistress Victoria Isabella de Sade the third, exalted hereditary chapter serf of the illustrious Spitting Vipers Chapter, 9th Company. By skill and birthright I serve my Chapter masters as Ship-Mistress of the Firestorm class Frigate 'Viper's Venom', and I have been authorised by my masters to speak on their behalf.", the woman arrogantly proclaimed in a voice that expected awe and wonder from the listeners.
The household plus Owner Wendy all gave the woman the respect that she obviously wanted, saying that it was a great honour to have her visit them.
"Chaquille, show the lady companions of our esteemed guest to the guest rooms I ordered be prepared for them, so that they can put down the luggage they carry.", Owner Wendy quietly ordered.
"These sluts are not 'ladies', they are my submissive sluts who exist only for my pleasure. Isn't that right sluts?", Victoria laughed arrogantly.
"Yes Ship-Mistress Victoria.", the 6 women all replied with absolute submission.
"Go.", Victoria dismissed them simply, gesturing them to follow Chaquille.
The 6 women submissively agreed and followed Chaquille out of the room, and Victoria showed an immediate interest in the naked Octavia in the X frame.
"This is one of my two tickle slaves, Ship-Mistress Victoria.", Owner Wendy informed her respectfully.
Victoria didn't reply but ran an aristocratic hand over Octavia's naked body, arrogant fingers stroking her skin softly making Octavia giggle.
Victoria suddenly tickled Octavia's armpits with both hands with incredible skill, making Octavia howl with laughter, so incredibly ticklish!
Victoria stopped as quickly as she started asking for the second tickle slave. Fhimra nervously stepped forward, wearing only sexy white lacy lingerie panties and a matching J cup bra that struggled to contain her new monstrous breasts. Fhimra's face was lowered shyly and she was blushing pinkly.
Victoria tickled Fhimra on the tummy without even asking, making her squeal with laughter and curl up defensively but not otherwise resist. Victoria chuckled arrogantly and kept tickling Fhimra mercilessly.
"I want this one in my bed tonight.", Victoria told Owner Wendy expectantly, referring to Fhimra.
"Of course. Might I just request that she be alive and with no permanent injuries when you are finished with her.", Owner Wendy respectfully requested.
"You forgot to address me as Ship-Mistress during that sentence.", Victoria reminded Owner Wendy arrogantly.
"My apologies Ship-Mistress Victoria.", Owner Wendy apologised respectfully.
"That's better, and yes I will not permanently damage this plaything, not unless she splits open from my penis.", Victoria replied arrogantly.
"You have a penis Ship-Mistress?", Fhimra asked worriedly.
"I have both a mighty penis and a gorgeous vagina, gifted to me by Blessed Slaanesh. You will be pleasuring both slave.", Victoria said proudly, opening her clothes to reveal an impressive penis hanging down floppy over a vagina, the whole area hairless and lacking any testicles.
"Will I get pregnant Ship-Mistress?", Fhimra asked fearfully.
"Hopefully.", Victoria replied with a cruel smile.
"You might get to be a mummy.", Owner Wendy cruelly taunted Fhimra, making her get dismayed but then openly masturbate from her dismay.
"I don't remember you being given permission to pleasure yourself slave!", Victoria said severely, making Fhimra flinch and stop masturbating immediately.
"I'm sorry Ship-Mistress!", Fhimra apologised frantically.
"I should get you pregnant in punishment, some hard motherhood can make you think twice about disrespecting your dominant betters ever again!", Victoria barked severely, making Fhimra apologise even more respectfully and beg for mercy.
"No, no forgiveness. I will try to get you pregnant in punishment, and Slaanesh help you if you try to take contraceptives or get an abortion!, I will teach you some damn respect, just like I teach every commoner woman on my ship who shows me disrespect. So far I have gotten over a thousand women pregnant with my children in punishment aboard my ship, not that they deserve such an honour.", Victoria said arrogantly.
"Please Owner Wendy!", Fhimra begged, bursting into tears now.
"Ahem, excuse me Ship-Mistress Victoria, but that is my chattel property you wish to impregnate. Pregnancy might impact her slave duties Ship-Mistress.", Owner Wendy said diplomatically.
"It is your right to choose if you wish, but if you wish to make a good impression on me and enjoy my continued favour then you will let me have my way in this matter.", Victoria said coldly.
"Absolutely not Wendy!, As your Dominatrix I forbid this, Fhimra will NOT get pregnant as a punishment, I will personally take her to get an abortion myself if she gets pregnant from this!", Mistress Lash told Owner Wendy severely, completely ignoring Victoria.
"Yes Mistress Lash. My apologies Ship-Mistress Victoria but my Dominatrix has given me an order and I must obey without question.", Owner Wendy said respectfully.
"You are a submissive?!, Bah!, Then why am I even talking to you when you're not the lady of your house?!", Victoria snapped disgustedly.
"In my own house I rule supreme as a queen, Ship-Mistress Victoria, but in matters of the Sevenson Empire Wendy is the one who ranks far higher than me. As far as these household slaves go I have the absolute authority Ship-Mistress.", Mistress Lash said politely but coldly.
"I have decided on an additional submissive plaything for my bed tonight to forgive this disrespect. I will have YOU Wendy.", Victoria said expectantly in a tone of generosity after a brief pause.
"In that case you will have me as well Ship-Mistress, as a fellow Dominatrix of equal rank to you in the bed.", Mistress Lash said sternly.
"*Equal* rank to me?!", Victoria spluttered.
"My mistake, SUPERIOR rank to you Ship-Mistress, given that you are in MY home where *I* rule supreme.", Mistress Lash said severely.
Victoria burst out laughing in mockery at this suggestion.
"Do I look like I am laughing?", Mistress Lash said severely.
"Do you have any idea who I am?, I reign supreme over a crew of 15 thousand inside my Firestorm Frigate, my word is law and I dominate completely. *I* do not submit to any save my space marine masters, and *certainly* not to the housewives of submissive paper pushing nobodies!", Victoria laughed in incredulous arrogance.
"You submit to space marines do you *Victoria*?, Well then let's invite one over to stay the night so that you can submit to him.", Mistress Lash mocked, deliberately not addressing Victoria as Ship-Mistress as a sign of disrespect.
"They would rape you worse than me just for disrespecting them by trying to summon them. Go ahead and call a space marine to play, I will enjoy seeing you getting the hubris raped out of you!", Victoria nastily called this "bluff" very unwisely.
"So be it!, Mistress Agony you are currently *dating* a Night Lord *boyfriend* are you not?, Call your boyfriend and ask him to kindly have his way with this horrible woman!", Mistress Lash said with sadistic glee.
Victoria's smug smile collapsed slightly.
"With pleasure Lash.", Mistress Agony said sadistically and pulled a mobile vox phone out of her cleavage.
"Hey babe, it's your girlfriend Agony. Wendy and Lash and another woman want to suck your dick and other stuff if you come over to their place… Hello?… Hello?… I think he's on his way here.", Mistress Agony said into her vox, saying the last line to the room in general.
"You are bluffing, you wouldn't DARE jeopardise the relationship between our two empires by raping an ambassador!", Victoria accused nervously.
"This was YOUR idea, you were given a choice and you chose this. If you would like to apologise, (down on your knees), then I could call this whole thing off right now.", Mistress Lash said with mocking sweetness.
"Bring it on!, I am not going to be humbled, not even by a Night Lord!", Victoria said proudly.
The six submissives of Victoria returned at this point, kneeling in submission before their mistress.
"My sluts, you are about to be fucked by a chaos space marine alongside me.", Victoria said arrogantly, not a hint of fear in her voice.
"Yes Ship-Mistress.", the six women submissively agreed.
"Could I please play too?", Octavia asked hopefully from her X frame.
"Of course you can.", Mistress Lash happily agreed.
The palace doorbell then rang enthusiastically, and Chaquille pranced off to answer. Less than a minute later Samual Sevenson was entering the room in his power armour.
Victoria dropped to one knee in submission instantly, apparently psychologically psycho-conditioned to submit to space marines as a chapter serf. Mistress Agony ran up to her boyfriend and hugged him fondly, then leading him by the hand to the kneeling Victoria…
Octavia had a wonderful time enjoying the amazing sexual degradation that followed, her pussy filled with both Night Lord cum and the cum of Ship-Mistress Victoria.
***…
Fhimra had a great time tickling the naked Ship-Mistress Victoria as Samual Sevenson held her arms outstretched in his powerful hands as he fucked her from behind.
The hermaphroditic ship captain was utterly gorgeous and sexy but for her huge erect penis, with huge full breasts and all the other features of an extremely sexy woman. Fhimra was far from alone in tickling her, with Octavia and Lash and Wendy and even the six apprentices all also joining in. The woman was incredibly ticklish and was screaming with laughter as she was mocked by Lash.
"If you apologise and kiss my ass then I will show you mercy.", Lash taunted the silver haired Victoria sadistically to humiliate her.
"I won't give you the satisfaction!", Victoria spat through her laughter.
Around them on the massive bed reclined the leather strap clad naked submissive women of Victoria's, all of them extremely passive and gentle as they awaited orders.
Fhimra was wearing a sexy lingerie J cup bra but no bottoms, and she was feeling a bit less distressed about her stupidly huge breasts in this situation during actual sexual activity. She didn't mind having huge tits during sex, she only minded them the rest of the time.
Samual Sevenson moaned in orgasm yet again, and Wendy stroked his face dominantly, having complete control of him thanks to the Sevenson curse. Victoria moaned in pleasure herself and seemed to orgasm, and Samual pulled out of her and wrestled her into another position down on the bed, holding her down so that she could be tickled even more.
Lash was naked but for geisha makeup and she gleefully straddled Victoria, guiding Victoria's erect penis inside herself with a moan. Victoria looked up at Lash hatefully but she was soon moaning too, enjoying this sex despite herself.
Mistress Agony was now sucking her boyfriend Samual's dick, and he got so distracted that he stopped holding Victoria down.
But Victoria didn't try to escape, simply slapping away the hands tickling her and gripping Lash by the hips, pulling her into the thrusts as the pair had sex.
The other apprentices turned their attention to the submissive women Victoria had brought with her, soon generating ticklish laughter and moaning. Wendy and Octavia stopped tickling Victoria to erotically kiss each other with heavy tongue, leaving Fhimra and one of the submissive women alone without a partner.
The long blonde haired submissive woman crawled over to Fhimra like an animal and rolled over on her back submissively to show her massive tits pouring out of her leather harness, completely offering herself to Fhimra.
Fhimra looked jealously at Octavia kissing Wendy, and then she poked the blonde woman in the side, generating a ticklish giggle. Fhimra kept poking and soon had the woman laughing hard, and began touching her breasts as she tickled her, growing wet.
Victoria and Lash seemed to have put aside their hostilities and were just passionately having sex now, with Lash leaning down to kiss Victoria energetically as the pair fucked.
Everyone else in the room was now fucking, (Fetter hadn't been allowed to join and Chaquille obviously didn't want to), with Mistress Agony currently being fucked by Samual with her ankles up resting to either side of her head, with Wendy and Octavia sixty nining each other and with all of the other apprentices having sex with the submissives they had coupled up with.
Fhimra shrugged and softly fingered the blonde submissive, placing the woman's hand on Fhimra's pussy to get fingered in turn. Fhimra sighed in bliss as she enjoyed the soft feminine fingers inside herself, and lay on the bed next to the woman and enjoyed multiple wonderful orgasms.
At the end of the night, Night Lord semen covered every woman except Fhimra and Wendy, Samual having systematically fucked everyone else including Lash and all six apprentices as well as all six submissive women belonging to Victoria. The bed was disheveled and defiled with cum, with Samual laying contentedly in the middle of the bed surrounded by well fucked women, with his naked girlfriend Mistress Agony laying snuggling against his chest, her iconic red lipstick smeared around her mouth and her long straight black hair disheveled.
Wendy and Victoria lay snuggled together, kissing softly, all grievances now forgiven after a good long shag.
Fhimra lay naked facing Wendy and Victoria, being spooned from behind by Octavia who seemed to be asleep, and Fhimra listened as Wendy and Victoria talked softly about trade and diplomacy.
"I am more than happy to sign a contract promising that half the hydrocarbon fuel we produce on the Nurgle planet will go to your empire, but you will need to talk to the Wong Mafia about exact prices as they are the ones who actually mine and refine the stuff. I'm happy to help you negotiate with them…", Wendy was currently saying to Victoria.
"I am happy to offer you a peace agreement on behalf of my masters, but they DEMAND that you sign the trade agreement that I have brought with me. We are running desperately low on hydrocarbon fuel and we want at least half of what you produce in exchange for guarantees of peace…", Victoria softly replied, kissing Wendy again.
"For half of *everything* we have you will need to talk to the Wong Mafia as I said, and I also think that it's only fair that we become full allies if we are promising you so much of our supply. We could really use some of your navy ships to help us in our next conquest…", Wendy negotiated, pausing periodically to passionately kiss Victoria.
Fhimra was amazed at this unique way that Slaanesh worshippers negotiated agreements while having sex and kissing each other, the pair were naked and entwined in each other's arms on top of the sheets.
Fhimra herself felt extremely comfortable here and felt no desire to return to her own bed to sleep, especially since Octavia herself was already asleep and spooning her tightly from behind. Fhimra settled for using her legs to pull up a sheet to her hand, covering the pair with a sheet.
The huge bed of Wendy and Lash was gloriously comfortable and easily big enough to hold so many people, the floor area of a literal house. The various couples were drifting off to sleep, no one wanting to get up with their private parts aching so wonderfully.
Fhimra wasn't even bothered by her giant breasts right now, just so contented that she fell asleep in blissful comfort, so happy in her life right now, spooned from behind by the woman she loved, her entire wonderful life of pleasure and romance ahead of her.
***…