Chapter 56H
Night Lord Aspiring Champion Sergeant Hamahoto Lee of tenth squad stood sternly as he watched the firing exercise, judging the young Night Lord whelp Samual Sevenson for accuracy and worthiness.
He and Samual and Samual's betrothed Mistress Agony Lee were together deep in the jungle, and targets had been placed throughout the jungle for Samual to shoot at with his bolter as Agony and Hamahoto watched.
"Eighty nine shots out of one hundred hit the targets. Not good enough!", Hamahoto barked angrily.
"I will try again Sir.", Samual replied disappointedly.
"Indeed you will!, You need to take your time and aim properly, depress the trigger only when your aim is still, in between heart beats and breaths if you can.", Hamahoto educated the young marine.
Samual turned to a crate of bolter rounds sitting on the jungle leaf litter a few paces away, laboriously reloading all his clips with rounds. Then he tried again, standing in the marked firing position and taking careful aim at distant targets.
Samual fired in semi automatic single shot mode, one round at a time, embarrassingly slow at lining up his shots with the help of his power armour target lock sensors and laser targeting dot. The fool still managed to miss a shot out of the 100 shots!
Hamahoto cringed, not impressed by this poor accuracy.
"Try again.", Hamahoto said simply, feeling embarrassed FOR this young marine.
Samual dutifully just kept trying, until he finally by sheer luck or repetition managed to hit every shot on target.
Hamahoto then took up a spare bolter from where it rested atop a portable folding table, set it to full auto mode, deactivated his own targeting assistance in his power armour and took careful aim.
Hamahoto fired in short controlled bursts, reloading clips as they went empty, every single shot finding the centre of the targets.
"One hundred out of one hundred at full auto and no targeting assist. It can be done with training and you WILL learn to do it too.", Hamahoto told his pupil.
"Try again, until you can hit all 100 shots 50 times in a row on semi automatic with targeting assist. Then you will do it flawlessly 50 times in a row WITHOUT targeting assist, then you'll do it at full auto without targeting assistance. You may begin.", Hamahoto said.
Samual looked dismayed by this but he obeyed, emptying the ammunition crate far faster than he learned to aim.
Hamahoto patiently ordered for another 5 ammunition crates to be air dropped on biodegradable parachutes above their position, the three individuals taking cover as they waited a few minutes for the ammo drop to arrive.
The firing exercise then proceeded again, with very marginal improvement of accuracy over time.
Hamahoto's distant grand daughter Mistress Agony Lee looked bored as the exercise endlessly continued, and she was currently playing with the strings of her two piece string bikini, tying the strings in knots around sticks to practice simple bondage knots.
Hamahoto silently admired Mistress Agony, noting the fine selective breeding and eugenics in her form. She was as elegant as she was beautiful, a masterpiece of selective breeding to create the perfect geisha Dominatrix, graceful and sublime. The slender little thing looked intoxicating in her bikini, showing off her perfect olive skin and flat stomach as well as the pleasant amount of slight chest, just exquisite.
Hamahoto had a passion for his pass time of selectively breeding geisha Dominatrices, it was wonderful to create your own unique new breed after putting in the work, to see with your eyes the masterpiece you were creating. The work was far from finished yet, but the early results were still very impressive.
Mistress Lash was probably Hamahoto's finest creation, her empath ability flawless and her skills so refined that she had recently been judged the best of the best by Wendy Sevenson herself. Wendy Sevenson had been invaluable in testing out and judging the worth of Hamahoto's geisha Dominatrices over the centuries, and if she said Mistress Lash was the best then she was the best. Mistress Lash had been identified as exceptional early and had been bred early, with her daughters and sons now being further bred with carefully selected mates to continue this excellence.
But Mistress Agony was also excellent breeding material, also empathic and also beautiful and graceful in the extreme. Hamahoto had intended to breed her the moment she finished her apprenticeship, she had so many great traits that he wanted to see selectively bred even more finely. But…
But a fellow Night Lord had deemed her worthy of marriage, and so honourable was this event that Hamahoto had been unable to simply refuse.
Samual Sevenson was a dangerous psychopath, but so were all the other Night Lords including Hamahoto. The particular variation of Night Lord gene seed they both carried was corrupted to cause specific psychiatric disorders in recipients, causing a condition that the Sevenson Cartel narcissistically called "Sevenson Psychopathy" despite the fact that it predated them.
Samual in his psychopathy had injured Mistress Agony and attempted to murder 5 other of Hamahoto's young geisha Dominatrices, and Hamahoto did not deny this. But what did any reasonable person expect a complete violent psychopath to do?, Hamahoto would not tolerate it if his geisha Dominatrices were killed by the young man, but he hadn't actually killed any, so honour didn't demand any grudge from this near miss.
Hamahoto had come as soon as he learned that his hobby breeding project subjects had been in danger, under the pretence of judging the marriage but in reality to keep his pets safe. He had taken Samual out into the jungle where he couldn't hurt his pets, and Chaos Lord Luke Sevenson himself was now guarding his pets from harm as a favour to Hamahoto, (as he also endlessly fucked his favourite tickle slave).
Luke Sevenson was almost unique among the Night Lords with Sevenson Psychopathy in that he had been strong enough to reduce the symptoms to "failed psychopathy", meaning that in some situations he was capable of slightly feeling real human feelings. The older Night Lords like Hamahoto could learn to control the psychotic violence of their condition when it was prudent, but to actually FEEL something the way Luke could was a rare feat indeed. It was this ability to feel slight empathy that made Luke a somewhat able leader.
Hamahoto turned his attention back to Samual, watching sternly as the Astartes did endless firing exercises to prove himself worthy of Mistress Agony. The young whelp was kept safely occupied out of the way by this task, but the exercise was also part sincere, as Hamahoto DID want to see his distant granddaughter married to only a worthy husband.
The young Samual tried, but his accuracy was still poor, he was starting to get frustrated and enraged with every failure.
"Curse this blasted long range combat!, I'm much better up close!", Samual exclaimed in frustration, losing his patience.
"It's not even long range, I can hit it with my plasma pistol.", Hamahoto exclaimed.
Hamahoto pulled out his elaborately decorated plasma pistol and took careful aim, firing a single shot.
Within the mouth of the gun barrel an enclosing ring of lasers fired, ionising a long partially open cylinder of air to a low energy plasma between the weapon and the target. Electrons were then blasted down the strands of this plasma cylinder, turning the lasers into electro lasers that generated a magnetic field down the entire length of the lasers to the target, this whole process taking far less than a second.
A bolt of high energy plasma then shot out of the plasma pistol at extreme speed, the bolt spinning in a self maintaining vortex pattern for maximum stability. The bolt shot down this very temporary electro laser plasma cylinder at extreme speed, stabilised by the magnetised electro lasers, sped faster and faster by the electro magnetic fields of the electro lasers until it hit the target, vaporising the target in an inferno of flames.
(Note, just adding poetic license to try to add crude science to the science fiction weapon so that it might actually work.)
Hamahoto lowered his smoking hot pistol and looked at Samual sardonically.
"I will try again.", Samual said after a brief pause, causing Hamahoto to snort slightly in amusement.
***…
As Samual Sevenson was endlessly trying to improve his less than perfect long range accuracy, Chaos Lord Luke Sevenson was practicing his most intense self control being at the nonstop mercy of Octavia for literally days now.
Luke was currently naked and bound elaborately to a huge knotted rope spider web type thing on a thick wooden frame, the rope spider web tilted slightly backwards at an angle so that it was easier to climb. The rope of the web was so thick that it could easily take Luke's weight, but it wasn't so thick that it could take Luke's full STRENGTH if he seriously tried to escape, forcing him to rely completely upon his own self control to actually remain bound.
The rope web was part of a training course that the original pirates had set up, intended for the pirates to climb quickly as a form of exercise navigating a much larger course of similar set ups. Octavia had then simply commandeered the web and dominantly ordered Luke to hold still in a vulnerable position on the web as Octavia bound him to it with ropes and simple knots. A normal man would be bound defenceless in the web right now, the sloppy rope work wrapped around each limb to the web so many times that even Octavia's childish knots would hold a man indefinitely, but Luke wasn't a normal man.
The knots might be able to hold, but the rope itself would snap easily under the immense strength of an Astartes Chaos Lord. Luke had been warped by Chaos to be strong even for an Astartes, to the point that only the most specially designed high strength restraints could actually hold him in bondage, much to the frustration of his sex life when he switched to bottom like this.
The gorgeous completely naked Octavia was climbing all over the sloping rope web like an extremely sexy spider, enthusiastically tickling different parts of Luke's body systematically with a huge playful sadistic smile on her face as Luke struggled to keep still. The web was angled such that even the stupid Octavia could keep a comfortable grip on it without accidentally tumbling down more than a few times, and at the bottom of the web it became a flat horizontal web three feet off the ground anyway so that Octavia was safe when she did tumble down.
The web itself was surrounded by other training set ups, and other Chaos Space Marines were around in surprising numbers using the training course to train and exercise. In particular the area was INFESTED with Sevenson Night Lord neophytes and scouts, young space marines only partly finished their regime of surgically implanted gene seed organs and constant training to become full space marines. Luke was slightly humiliated to be dominated by Octavia like this in front of all these peers and recruits, but none dared to earn the wrath of the Chaos Lord by mocking him.
Far from mocking, the neophytes in particular were watching in awe as the legendarily beautiful and sexy Octavia nakedly played with Luke in this bondage game, jealousy and wonder on their faces and stiff wood hard swellings in their combat trousers. They all wished that THEY were the ones naked on the web being played with by the naked Octavia.
Octavia was currently grinning with beautiful youthful playful sadistic mischief in a way that was equally erotic and adorable, tickling Luke's clean shaven right armpit energetically with the painted fingernails of her right hand, holding onto the web with her left hand with her feet and knees and shins also on the web to support herself. Her long curly dark brown hair hung loose, some of it draping over each shoulder to overhang her enormous bulging breast and around her cone of shame, the remaining hair draped down her pale perfect back to rest just above her spankably yummy bare ass.
It was currently night time outside in the extremely fast day night cycles of Autoclave, but it wasn't even noon yet according to the standardised 24 hour time the local women used to measure the time. Simple electric lights were set up nearby and switched on for the sake of Octavia so that she could see, the light dim enough for the Night Lords but bright enough for Octavia to see clearly as she played with Luke.
"You are so ticklish Lukey.", Octavia giggled in an intoxicatingly feminine erotic sounding voice that inflamed the passions of all who heard it, the voice sublimely pleasant and incredibly seductive at the same time.
The mere tone of Octavia's giggling seductive voice made Luke's erection even harder, this woman was pure lust fodder. Her passive lust aura made Luke horny all the time around her, he got extreme pleasure from just being around her.
Luke laughed hard from her stroking fingers, tickled intensely. Luke wasn't THIS ticklish during normal day to day life, but Octavia had a natural talent for making people feel more ticklish. She would start off by attacking the most ticklish spots possible and tickling these spots until her victim associated her slightest touch with unendurable tickling, then she would slowly tickle other spots and this subconscious association and raw fear of her touch would make these other spots more ticklish than usual. If Octavia was given a good hour without interruption she could make her victims feel steadily more ticklish until even places that weren't normally ticklish at all became hellishly ticklish!
Luke had been in this rope web for over an hour now, and Octavia's awful touch was getting steadily worse as Luke was forced to become more ticklish over time. Luke was laughing hard and struggling not to wet himself, the stroking fingers were so ticklish that it was becoming agony to endure them!
Luke desperately held his limbs still, resisting the urge to pull at the weak ropes pretending to bind him defenceless. Octavia would be displeased if he broke the ropes and like a good submissive Luke didn't want to displease his sexy Dominatrix. Luke would get Octavia in ropes soon enough to return this treatment onto her, so it was only fair that he remained as bound now as the weak Octavia would be later when they switched places back on the ship.
"Tickle tickle.", Octavia teased playfully, her painted fingernails softly stroking over his mighty chest muscles, somehow making even this spot so ticklish that Luke bellowed with hard laughter.
"You are just ticklish everywhere Lukey.", Octavia said playfully in her beautiful youthful voice, continuing to tickle him softly in unendurable ways.
Luke just submissively let her play without comment, deeply pleasured despite his torment. Luke didn't have a specific fetish for being tickled (apart from on his cock and balls), but he still got a potent endorphin rush from the sensation when done in this setting. Luke was a switch who enjoyed submitting to dominant beautiful women who were tormenting him in some way, and he was greatly enjoying this in an unendurable kind of way.
Octavia's fingers never stopped moving as they explored his body, never giving his skin a single second of rest. Octavia never stopped and never paused, her fingers maintaining eternal contact, moving to different places by tickling over the skin in between the old place and the new. The location of the tickle changed but the aggravating tickle never stopped so that her victims never stopped laughing.
Luke threw back his head and laughed hard as she climbed all over his body stroking all of him, his penis so erect that it was painful. Octavia WOULD have sex with him, this was certain, but she hadn't had sex with him in this web YET and the sexual arousal was getting ever worse.
"Sex please Mistress Octavia!", Luke begged when he couldn't take any more delay.
"Not yet you naughty boy, you need to be tickled SO much!", Octavia replied with playful mischief, tickling his balls on his worst spot in punishment for asking, making him roar with absolute laughter!
Luke desperately held his body still as his balls were tickled relentlessly on this spot without moving to another spot, his already maddeningly ticklish balls a HUNDRED times MORE ticklish after over an hour of Octavia's merciless touch!
Luke was laughing an unbroken roar of absolute laughter, unable to endure this unceasing sensation in his balls, and it became harder and harder to maintain self control!
Octavia was grinning at him with adorable sadistic delight on her wonderfully beautiful face and Luke couldn't bare to displease his treasured beloved, loving her too much to let her down, and he found the strength to endure as her fingers mercilessly kept stroking for an abusively long time.
Octavia was eventually satisfied that his balls were tickled enough with her fingers, and she lowered her face to his crotch to tickle the line between his balls with her wonderfully erotic tongue!
Even her tongue tickled his balls like crazy, Luke looking down howling with laughter to see Octavia erotically holding eye contact with Luke as she expertly tickled his balls to death with her teasing tongue!
Luke was so hard over this that it was painful, wanting her mouth to be slightly higher up his body right now.
Octavia was in no hurry to give Luke relief, using a stroking hand to tickle his stomach as her tongue tickled his balls, her face was intoxicatingly beautiful as she licked, her naked body sexier still.
The hard laughing Luke endured these torments, so hard for Octavia that it was scary, and the sadistic little maniac just kept tickling him without mercy as his erection towered above her beautiful face with painful pressure.
Luke wanted to be strong but the tickling was so bad by this point that even his Space Marine body couldn't endure, and he involuntarily lost all his bladder control!
Luke watched in dismay as a huge stream of urine shot upwards, slowed, arched sharply, and then fell down with unfortunate accuracy from the angle of the tilted web to get Octavia right in the middle of the face!
Octavia tilted her face forward in surprised reflex so that it soaked her hair instead, and Luke tried to angle it away unsuccessfully so that it rained down all over her naked body!
Octavia moaned in erotic pleasure and extended her tongue and positioned her open mouth to catch as much piss as possible, moaning passionately to be pissed on. Luke shrugged in his ropes and pissed all over the beloved slut, enjoying a brief pause in the tickling as Octavia was distracted by the urine.
Luke turned his gaze irritably to regard a group of neophytes openly beating off over this spectacle, but Luke shrugged after a pause and returned his focus to his playtime with Octavia.
Luke pissed himself empty all over the urine soaked Octavia, and Octavia was so horny for more that she sucked his dick to try to get every last drop of urine. Luke didn't have any more urine left, so he settled for cumming hard in her mouth instead, swelling her cheeks with a squeak of surprise from the adorable sexy woman.
Octavia swallowed the cum provocatively with a moan and pulled her mouth off to put his erect penis between her urine soaked giant tits, (the cone of shame only slightly getting in the way), giving him an intoxicating titty fuck, her impossibly sexy piss soaked face grimaced and moaning with pleasure.
Luke didn't last more than a minute of this erotic titty fuck before he came all over her face and neck and tits (and cone of shame) with thick white fluid, and the piss soaked slut licked the cum off her own tit so provocatively that Luke spontaneously came all over her face and tits and cone again.
Now that Octavia had a taste for cum she was hungry for more of it, but she soon resumed tickling him in various places even as she was being a massive cum slut, always finding dual use for the hand gripping the rope web to use a spare finger to stroke his sides and back intolerably. Luke was laughing hard even as his cum sprayed everywhere, so badly tickled by the adorable kinkster.
Luke moaned hard in orgasm in between his heavy laughter, his Astartes physiology able to replenish his cum instantly so that he could enjoy multiple orgasms. Intense pleasure gripped him repeatedly as he drenched the sexy huge breasted Octavia with so much cum that it eclipsed the earlier urine, cum literally hanging off the slut in huge gelatinous strings that dangled over the sides of her colossal perfect bulging tits. The sight was so sexy that Luke came on her face yet again.
Octavia was undaunted by all this cum, tickling him just as enthusiastically as before with her semen sodden fingers, and the horny slut licked up and swallowed huge quantities of the swaying strings and jiggling blobs of the white substance. Luke was all too happy to oblige in satiating her cum hunger, and he came in her mouth as much as he could until her stomach was so visibly swollen that Octavia puked up litres of cum all over Luke's cock in a way that was absolutely disgusting!
Octavia moaned and licked up her own cum puke off his dick and balls like an absolute whore, and the sight was so sexually provocative that Luke came all over her hair in an arching spurt that went straight up then dropped straight down on the top of her head. Octavia merely moaned from being cummed on again, the girl completely lost in the lust of Slaanesh.
The neophyte masturbators were rubbing themselves raw fantasising about being the ones in that web with Octavia, and Octavia noticed them finally and waved to them happily, semen flicking off her hand as she waved.
The little shits were encouraged to come closer by this wave, and the cum soaked slut invited them to come and submit to her in the rope web!
"This rope web will break if they struggle too hard, don't bind them Mistress Octavia.", Luke warned the sexy imbecile submissively.
Octavia blew a super ticklish raspberry on Luke's tummy to silence him with roaring laughter, and the horny little shits stripped naked and climbed all over the rope web, enthusiastically holding still in vulnerable positions as Octavia bound them all to the rope web with abundant spare ropes. Luke knew that this would end badly but resolved to simply break free to rescue Octavia only when the disaster struck.
The hysterical laughter of teenage boys filled the rope web as Octavia started to play, the ticklish little shits unprepared for just how HARD Octavia could tickle people. They lacked the discipline of Luke to hold still and they struggled hard to escape the killer tickles of Octavia, putting enormous strain on the ropes and wooden frame.
Octavia laughed mischievously as her victims thrashed like crazy to escape, and she playfully taunted them that they couldn't escape and dominantly ordered them to stop trying to escape her tickles.
To Luke's considerable surprise all of the neophytes grew passive and still and submissive the moment Octavia playfully bossed them around to stop attempting escape. In near complete unison the neophytes replied with "Yes Mistress Octavia", and they completely stopped struggling, looking at Octavia with submissive worship.
Luke realised immediately that this was the Sevenson Blood Curse, these neophytes had somehow confused Octavia with a Sevenson woman and they were submitting to her slavishly…
Hysterical male laughter continued all over the web as Octavia climbed everywhere like a sadistic spider, tickling as many victims as possible. The neophytes were tormented and laughing hard, horrified by how hard Octavia was tickling them, but they were completely still in their bonds without a struggle, too submissive to even move after she ordered them not to try to escape.
Luke then howled with laughter as Octavia briefly returned to him, struggling to hold still like the others under this torture.
Octavia had a lovely time making everyone wet themselves with laughter, every man enduring a huge erection over the insanely sexy naked sadistic slut. The neophytes looked completely bewitched by Octavia, begging only to please her with their suffering like complete simps.
Octavia was very happy to oblige, making everyone without fail wet themselves with hysterically tickled laughter, showering her sexy naked hugely busty body in all the urine like an utter whore.
Octavia's playful sadistic depravity just went on and on with endless abusive amounts of tickling, going FAR too long before Octavia granted wet relief to the painfully hard erections all around her.
Neophytes groaned in the hardest orgasm of their lives as this utterly sexy slut used every conceivable part of her body to bring them climax, her pussy and anus bucketing out cum, her semen filled mouth puking up litres of the stuff in her stomach to make room for even more!
Luke grimaced in disgust as he was spattered with the cum of other males, the stuff flying everywhere as Octavia used her huge tits to rub one out of guy after guy, her hands giving hand jobs to spray yet more cum everywhere!, This was revolting!
Octavia's depravity just went on and on, the cum so copious that strings and ropes of the gelatinous stuff hung between the rope web strands like miniature spider webs of their own. Luke was covered with cum but he couldn't be sure how much of it was his and how much from other guys!
The mocking nasty laughter of TigerLily filled Luke's mind, irritating him.
The irony of this situation was not lost on Luke and it was humiliating to know that his wife TigerLily was WATCHING and LAUGHING at this predicament!
"Do not mine'ed me Masse'ter.", TigerLily smirked in Luke's mind mockingly.
"Don't mock your Master, CumDumpster!", Luke snapped bitterly in his thoughts.
"You are ta cum dum'mep'ester now Masse'ter.", TigerLily laughed back.
"When I next get my hands on you this is mild compared to how much cum I will make you endure!", Luke warned with tender pride.
"Do not fa'rettin me wit a good time Masse'ter.", TigerLily laughed in mocking reply.
Before Luke could reply to this cheeky comment from his submissive wife, Octavia was suddenly tickling his balls again, distracting him with howling laughter.
TigerLily continued to mock and bait Luke like a spiteful… "Wife being cheated on by her hus'eh'ban'ned.", TigerLily finished the thought mockingly.
"Do you want me to stop fucking other women?", Luke thought distractedly as Octavia tickled him half to death.
"No 'eshit 'eSher'relock.", TigerLily replied mockingly.
"I will stay here just to spite you.", Luke thought back spitefully.
TigerLily replied nastily but Luke simply ignored her.
Octavia was playing with the neophytes again now, and Luke took note of how submissive they were to her. The Blood Curse wasn't supposed to make them submit to just ANY random woman like this. This was odd.
"Not odd at all Masse'ter. Okk'e'tavia is a Car'etel SEX sym'ebbol!, Ta boy'es ge'row up mas'ettur'baitin over Okk'e'tavia dominating Wene'dy.", TigerLily explained with a smirk.
"They all remember Octavia as Wendy's Dominatrix wife and see her as a family member?", Luke thought.
TigerLily made a noise of agreement.
***…
Octavia herself was blissfully unaware that the neophytes she was playing with had each masturbated over her literally hundreds of times growing up.
To many young Sevenson males of this particular generation, Mrs Octavia Antony Sevenson, (as she had previously been known until the divorce with Wendy fairly recently), Octavia Sevenson had been regarded as the epitome of Sevenson woman sex appeal. The pornography Octavia had performed in was best selling among the young neophytes, they had beat their dicks raw over the leaked kinky lesbian sex tapes of Wendy and Octavia doing the most wonderfully erotic things together.
In the Sevenson family Wendy Sevenson was universally regarded as the most sexy woman in the family who was a born Sevenson, she had always been the most beautiful and big breasted of the original daughters of the Matriarch MA7 herself, and centuries of cosmetic surgery and Slaanesh gifts had steadily increased this sex appeal until Wendy was raw boner fodder.
And Wendy's comprehensively surgically altered wife Octavia had been even MORE beautiful and sexy than Wendy herself!
The fact that the first and second place most erection inducing women had been married to EACH OTHER, the fact that they daily did the most erotic things to each other IN PUBLIC, well, the boys of the family had rubbed themselves raw over Wendy and Octavia. They were just so SEXY together, every young man without exception wanted to put his dick inside this Wendy and Octavia sandwich.
In the past Octavia had been married to Wendy, which was wonderful for masturbation but sad for anyone who wanted Octavia for their own wife. But now Octavia was DIVORCED and back on the market to get remarried!
Sevenson men everywhere would give their left nut to be married to Octavia, they wanted this intoxicating kinky woman in their bed every night riding their dicks. They wanted her belly swollen with pregnancy carrying their babies. They wanted guaranteed exclusive sexual access to her, they wanted to watch in satisfaction as she lay passed out from pleasure beside them in their bed.
The gossip about Octavia spread quickly through the Sevenson men. They knew that she was currently getting really serious with another sexy huge breasted lesbian woman, but she wasn't married yet, still fair game. Octavia was highly coveted but also very hard to get to to date. Wendy kept Octavia locked up in a kinky dungeon and did wonderful kinky things to her, but Wendy never let Octavia leave without her supervision and didn't let Sevenson Night Lords enter the dungeon to get at Octavia.
Wendy's policy was VERY smart because Octavia would be VERY taken and VERY pregnant in the bed of a Sevenson Night Lord by now without this policy. Octavia was a sex symbol that everyone wanted to own, she could almost name a Sevenson boyfriend and he would eagerly be hers.
And NOW, Octavia was down on a planet out in the open where the Sevenson men could get to her. Wendy was present but extremely busy and the female Dominatrices who were minding Octavia had no authority to stop a Sevenson Night Lord. Octavia was easy prey.
Samual had then gone berserk over his own bullshit and punched out one of Octavia's wonderful tits, almost killing her. This had enraged hundreds of Sevenson Night Lords who wanted Octavia on their cocks, and Night Lords had raced to "protect" Octavia in the hope of gaining her affections. Chaos Lord Luke Sevenson had arrived to claim Octavia first and she had been erotically dominating him and fucking him ever since.
The neophytes were jealous of the Chaos Lord but so intimidated by his physical power that they had kept their distance, but Octavia herself had now invited them to play and they would never refuse this offer.
Octavia wasn't "technically" a Sevenson since her divorce, and she "technically" shouldn't be able to control Sevenson men under the blood curse. Many Sevenson men, (especially older men), did not view Octavia as a Sevenson woman and were unaffected by her under the blood curse, but for this particular generation of neophytes Octavia was the ULTIMATE Sevenson woman, the gold standard of what a Sevenson woman should be, the most coveted sex symbol and symbol of femininity!, Technicalities could be damned, to some young Sevenson men Octavia was an absolute erotic dominant GODDESS under the blood curse!
The badly tickled neophytes felt wonderful as this woman they desired so much dominated them so exquisitely. To have this sex symbol TOUCHING them in bondage the way she used to touch WENDY was so arousing and wonderful that the neophytes were all but hypnotised by her!
Octavia was too stupid and oblivious to even notice that she was now commanding an entire squad of neophytes with absolute authority under the blood curse. She didn't understand that these young Night Lords would kill at her slightest command, she didn't know just how intoxicatingly overwhelming her erotic dominance was over these young men. They were hers, completely and utterly hers, in complete erotic awe of Octavia and overwhelmed by their desire to submit to her.
To Octavia this was all just an erotic tickling game like almost everything in her life was. She just wanted to tickle and fuck and play, she was just having fun sharing in her favourite pleasures of the flesh.
Octavia didn't even notice the slavish obedience and glazed eyes of every neophyte, she didn't notice that they were in supernatural awe of her, she didn't notice how completely submissive they were to her slightest command. Octavia simply had fun, riding dicks and drinking cum, tickling skin and being a kinky tickle slut.
Octavia was blissfully ignorant and happy in her ignorance, her small mind completely filled with lust and joy.
***…
Fhimra Pyrestrength was squealing with laughter in elaborate bamboo rod bondage as her new girlfriend Mistress Lash squeezed her abdomen in a hideous spot!
Fhimra was in public and she was wearing a bikini, and she had her arms and legs wrapped around bamboo rods in an elaborate 3 dimensional frame with occasional ropes binding her limbs in place in extremely awkward positions. Fhimra couldn't freaking MOVE at ALL in this thing, her limbs too twisted up in awkward places around bamboo rods!
Mistress Lash was sadistically taking advantage of Fhimra's helplessness to tickle the complete and utter CRAP out of her bikini clad body!
Fhimra had been tickled in this thing for about two hours now, which was a completely normal amount of time for Fhimra the tickle slave. Every day she was tickled for cruel hours, and every day she got fountaining wet in her pussy from being tickled for cruel hours.
Fhimra currently had a huge dark wet spot on her bikini bottom over her pussy, so turned on from being mercilessly tickled for two hours straight that her pussy was a copiously lubricated slimy mess. Fhimra was incredibly horny and just wanted Mistress Lash to put her out of her misery with a vibrator to the clitoris.
The tent settlement was populated but Fhimra was unbothered. The gender ratio was such that the women outnumbered the men and the daemonettes were so numerous that horny men just fucked them instead. The planet was ever more becoming a Slaanesh daemon world and the amounts of public bondage was steadily increasing.
Local bikini women and daemonettes were tied up everywhere in worship of Slaanesh, with all sorts of kinky stuff being done to them by partners and playmates. Sex orgies were happening everywhere, as were orgies of gluttony and other excesses. Fhimra was left alone to enjoy her bondage games in peace, even the daemonettes not bothering her lest they reduce her lust.
Just a few meters away the bikini clad Sharmaine and Deborah were tied with their backs against trees with their hands behind their backs, both women laughing hysterically as their Dom Ahmed squeezed their bellies at the same time to tickle them. Both women occasionally said "green" to tell their Dom that they were enjoying this, and it was the most healthy and wholesome tickle slavery Fhimra had ever seen.
Fhimra giggled and squealed at her sadistic girlfriend Mistress Lash, completely smitten with the beautiful sadist after days of endless romance and intoxicating bondage. This bamboo bondage game right now was an incredibly romantic date, Mistress Lash doing everything the tickle-masochistic Fhimra absolutely loved.
Fhimra felt wonderful as she squealed with hard laughter, squirming slightly from the awful wonderful tickling, so turned on that it was scary. She felt so wonderfully dominated by the beautiful Mistress Lash, completely content right now but for the fact that she wanted to have an orgasm soon.
"Can I please cum Ma'am?", Fhimra giggled hopefully through her heavy laughter.
"Not yet. The longer you wait the heavier the orgasm will finally be.", Mistress Lash replied fondly.
Fhimra nodded happily at this reassurance, trusting her girlfriend completely, and she enjoyed the wonderful tickle torture with a bit of insincere begging for mercy without meaning any of it, happy when the begging was completely ignored.
Fhimra continued to squirm about the bamboo rods, laughing hysterically as fingers probed and caressed her body in terrible ways and places. It tickled BAD, but it tickled SO GOOD at the same time, the hard laughing Fhimra in heaven.
Fhimra was ready to declare a flood emergency in her bikini bottom right now, the flood waters were sweeping through pussy town and the drowning death toll must surely be rising!
"I'm nursing a tsunami down here Ma'am!", Fhimra gasped with desire, so wet that she just wanted to be fucked to oblivion right now.
"Just hold out a little longer.", Mistress Lash said with sadistic fondness.
The badly laughing Fhimra nodded and kept getting tickled ever wetter by cruel Asian fingers.
Fhimra's pussy was now a once in a hundred year flood. Pussy town was being evacuated by helicopter and the buildings were being washed away in the flood of dampness!
Fhimra was so wet that it was getting gross, she was like an ocean down there now!
Mistress Lash held up the massaging bulb vibrator for Fhimra to see and Fhimra nodded desperately.
Mistress Lash put the vibrator against Fhimra's bikini bottom but she didn't turn it on!
"Don't be so mean!", Fhimra squealed adorably.
Mistress Lash just kept teasing her with the deactivated vibrator, only making Fhimra feel even wetter!
Fhimra LOVED this cruel taunting even though it drove her nuts, this was SO hot being teased like this, making Fhimra feel wonderfully dominated in a way that made her toes curl in delight!
Fhimra had a wonderful time being teased and taunted with delayed relief like this, feeling completely smitten with Mistress Lash right now. Octavia was Fhimra's first love, but Mistress Lash was now her second, Fhimra enjoying the forbidden bliss of polyamory.
This wonderful teasing continued, making the flood so bad that pussy town was completely swept away off the map now, and Mistress Lash increased the teasing by only turning on the vibrator for one second every ten seconds, making Fhimra go absolutely crazy!
Mistress Lash was a jerk in the most lovely way it was possible to be a jerk, teasing and taunting Fhimra in ways that only increased her pleasure and arousal. It was erotic bullying in a way that Fhimra absolutely LOVED!
Mistress Lash was an absolute sadistic jerk as she edged and teased Fhimra along just a little bit at a time, Fhimra's desperation growing but also her pleasure. It was hellish but a wonderful sort of hell.
Fhimra was teased until she was almost going crazy, edged along with agonising slowness that drove her wild.
It was slow and cruel, but the pleasure was extreme, and it was soon so extreme that Fhimra didn't even want the climax to come because the amount of pleasure was already getting too scary!
Fhimra was teased higher and higher up a pleasure gradient, the pleasure in flooded pussy town so extreme that it was terrifying!
Fhimra was already moaning like she was being murdered but hadn't even orgasmed yet!
The bulb vibrator vibrated her drowning clitoris so wonderfully, the pleasure too much for any words to describe!
Fhimra was terrified as the pleasure grew to extremes she had never imagined before. She was screaming with pleasure, she had a mouth and she MUST scream.
Fhimra was in uncharted pleasure land as she reached pleasure beyond comprehension, screaming unceasingly with pleasure, her face grimacing hard in ecstasy.
Oh Tzeentch it was getting even better!
Fhimra was almost horrified by the extremes of pleasure, this was TOO good!, Mortals were not meant for such extremes of pleasure!
Fhimra was screaming as it just got better and better, the pleasure her entire existence as she was transported to heaven.
Even this heaven then spiked up incredibly higher, Fhimra's clitoris vibrated to ever higher extremes!
The pleasure spike rose exponentially as orgasm approached, the already impossible pleasure becoming infinitely more intense, Fhimra's mind quaking as the glorious peak of pleasure was finally reached in a supernova of pleasure hormones!
Fhimra screamed harder than ever before as this orgasm crested, the pleasure so extreme that it was impossible!
"Multiples.", Mistress Lash told the dismayed Fhimra sadistically, forcing Fhimra to endure yet more perfect pleasure!
Fhimra's face was an endless grimace as she was forced to take this pleasure that was higher than heaven, her mouth screaming with pleasure. The pleasure was so extreme that Fhimra was crying as she came, her mind lost in pleasures bordering agony.
Fhimra just endured through an endless eternity of these orgasms, feeling overwhelmed with pleasure.
Fhimra was not even fully conscious anymore, her mind blasted into a pleasure coma as she basked in her agonisingly extreme orgasms until time no longer had any meaning.
For eternity there was only pleasure, the pleasure completely exhausting Fhimra, and Fhimra was completely witless like her brains were fucked out.
Mistress Lash was cruel and forced Fhimra to endure an unconscionable amount of pleasure, until Fhimra was begging and pleading for the pleasure to end, at which point Mistress Lash gave Fhimra even MORE pleasure!
Fhimra was completely wrecked by the time it was over, the pleasures SO good but her mind completely exhausted.
Fhimra gazed at Mistress Lash with loving awe, amazed that anyone could give her so much pleasure.
Mistress Lash kissed Fhimra in her bondage and Fhimra returned the kiss desperately, putting her tongue in her girlfriend's mouth and NEEDING to be kissing her so deeply right now.
Fhimra was completely smitten, she was utterly seduced and she was in love. This woman was so wonderful and Fhimra loved her beyond words.
***…
Wendy Sevenson herself was not getting to enjoy any romance as she sat in a tent endlessly organising the cleanup and repair of the fleet in orbit.
As everyone else got to relax and fuck, Wendy had to run the bureaucratic nightmare that was the aftermath of this war. Wendy only left work to wash and toilet and sleep, maybe the slightest quick fuck with Mistress Lash if she was lucky. Wendy was bitter about the unfairness of it all.
Wendy didn't want to be working right now, she wanted to be enjoying this beautiful garden world with her lovers and playmates. If she wasn't being paid a fortune to be here doing this then she wouldn't be, simple as that.
Wendy didn't give a fuck about her coworkers or work underlings anymore than she was paid to give a fuck about them. She cared about the Cartel and her Mother's rule of it, but she didn't give a genuine shit about 99 percent of the people in the Fleet.
Fucking body disposal!
How fucking LONG did it take to turn billions of pirate bodies into fertiliser mulch?!
Surely some carrion eating animals could speed up this process?
Wendy had a feeling that the population of rats and mice and other vermin on the ships would have a population explosion with all the meat laying around, which was probably even worse!
Wendy was just thinking these things when she got yet ANOTHER message requesting that the spoils of war be fully organised and divided up soon. Wendy didn't have TIME for that right now, the bureaucracy was already stretched to the limit by the aftermath of this war!
The Fleet had a problem in that every ship except the BEHEADINATOR was damaged, while at the same time every ship was clogged with so many bodies that it was almost impossible to get anything done. Before they could do any other major job the Fleet had to get rid of something like a billion cadavers, many of them in pieces.
The bodies were a health risk so that only certain people with the right equipment could safely move them, and on top of that they were hard to move around efficiently without checking every last body for valuables or metal before putting them in a mulching machine. Motorised shovels could move the bodies in huge numbers, but if the bodies had grenades in their pockets and were dropped into a mulcher it could end very badly for everyone involved. Every last body needed to be stripped and checked, and even the looters couldn't do this fast enough for the shovels.
Some of the ships had mutant pigs and grox from Stōørølø already onboard, and they were using these animals to help dispose of the dead bodies faster, but Wendy doubted if all the pigs on Stōørølø would be enough to eat all of this carrion quickly.
"Rippers…", The psychic voice of TigerLily suggested in Wendy's mind without warning.
"The baby tyranids we have frozen in storage for sacrificial rituals and research?, I wouldn't let those things anywhere NEAR that carrion!", Wendy said out loud in reply.
"Do it safely.", TigerLily insisted.
"Safely?", Wendy asked curiously.
"Rippers need air, no air no live rippers.", TigerLily elaborated.
"You mean… We seal off the ships section by section with blast doors, add rippers to an evacuated section to eat all the bodies, then flush the air out to the vacuum when the carrion is gone to kill them all?", Wendy mused out loud.
"Yep.", TigerLily said happily.
"That could go badly wrong if something went horribly wrong.", Wendy pointed out.
TigerLily didn't reply to this.
"I agree that it's a very lazy solution, but it's also high risk. We don't need an infestation.", Wendy explained.
TigerLily still didn't reply.
"I guess it can't hurt to try it out on the smaller expendable ships to see if it works…", Wendy conceded.
TigerLily smirked happily.
***…
