Chapter 61H
Daemon Princess of Tzeentch TigerLily Sevenson laughed maniacally in the Tzeentch mosque on the Nightmare Asylum as she saw the power of Tzeentch growing all around her, her manipulations and sneakiness bearing fruits. The Sevenson Cartel had fatally dropped their guard around TigerLily, imagining her to be truly enslaved by her true daemonic name, and she was playing them all for fools to meet her own ends.
The temporary use of her wonderful TigerLily strain hormagaunts had been great for Tzeentch, hundreds of ships simultaneously infested with thousands of her highly psychic pets, all feeding raw hope into the warp like little power plants for Tzeentch. The backfire had been even better, turning thousands of the crew followers of other gods into meat to make yet more TigerLily strain hormagaunts. Even better these dead crew were now being replaced by TigerLily's own Tzeentch worshipping Stōørølø native servants, increasing the power of Tzeentch even more.
Wendy was currently pissed off with TigerLily, but she thought so much with her pussy that she was beyond easy to manipulate, especially as Mistress Lash Lee herself was unwittingly a puppet on TigerLily's subtle strings of manipulation. TigerLily could plant subtle ideas in Lash's mind that she foolishly mistook for her own thoughts, which in turn manipulated Wendy for both Tzeentch's benefit and also just for maximum funniness. Making Wendy get tortured with abstinence and business away from her pleasures was as funny as it was effective, a horny Wendy would jump through hoops just to get satisfaction, it was beyond easy.
The other thorn in TigerLily's side was her unfaithful husband Luke fucking that slut Octavia, and this was a more ticklish situation, (pun intended). TigerLily COULD manipulate Luke, but she really didn't want to, weird as that might sound. TigerLily was into submissive consensual sexual slavery and Luke was her Dominant Master, it was far less hot for TigerLily if Luke was just another puppet on her strings, she wanted to be bossed around by a MASTER not a puppet. Getting pleasure from a puppet was just masturbation with extra steps, TigerLily wanted to be fucked properly.
TigerLily could predict Luke and shape the fates to stop him doing certain actions without directly manipulating him, she could manipulate people around Luke, but ultimately she wanted her Master to have true agency and true power to dominate TigerLily properly. She WANTED Luke to show her that he was the boss, she wanted her Dominant husband to be in control and to spank her into her subordinate place. TigerLily was a kinky woman who took her BDSM lifestyle REALLY seriously, it was a big part of why she had married into this family of Slaanesh worshipping bondage freaks.
Well after enduring aggravating shameless adultery from her husband, TigerLily was finally in a favourable position in the fates where she could fight back.
It had been beyond easy to manipulate the spreading rumours throughout the 109 Moons of Vem Omicron to spread terror of the fleet throughout the surrounding star systems. Every single merchant ship was a gossip spreader and a rumour propagator, a few nudges to the fate strands could easily change the rumours to make them more terrifying, to spread fear and panic.
TigerLily clicked her fingers, and the death metal Doom Eternal soundtrack "The Only Thing They Fear Is You" played in the air around her, fitting for this occasion. She danced around the mosque room madly as her Stōørølø servants knelt before her in hope filled worship, none of them understanding her hidden meanings.
The song was correct, the nearby planets DID fear the Sevenson Fleet. The rumours promised monsters who tortured entire planetary populations to death for fun, promised unstoppable Gloriana battleships and ship numbers that grew every time the rumours were repeated.
The planets that felt threatened were not going to just sit still and wait, they were coming, were almost here in fact, and this would get Luke to end his paradise holiday balls deep in Octavia and come home to his damn family.
TigerLily was about to get her man back and it was glorious!
***…
Octavia was having a wonderful time in the crude wooden X frame for yet another space marine battle practice, again joined by Fhimra, Sharmaine, Deborah and the other two tickle slaves in the dungeon room of a mock up stronghold, all of them being tickle tortured for information by really fun French Dominatrices.
Octavia was laughing wonderfully as she was tickled SO HARD on her tummy and armpits, these Dominatrices were REALLY good ticklers, and the added intensity made Octavia's pleasure even better.
"Tell us the information and we will stop.", One of the Dominatrices offered Octavia.
"But I don't want you to stop Mistress.", Octavia said in confusion at this bizarre suggestion.
"This isn't fair!, Using these super tickle masochists should be against the rules!", One of the French Dominatrices complained angrily.
"Focus on these black ones.", One of the French Dominatrices suggested.
French women in bikinis crowded around the X frames of Sharmaine and Deborah, filling the room with explosive high decibel black woman laughter. The pair were EXTREMELY ticklish, with the loudest laughter Octavia had heard in a long time, both of them thrashing in their X frames as they screamed with laughter.
Octavia pouted when the French Dominatrices completely gave up on tickling her, focusing on Sharmaine who was slightly the most ticklish of the two black tickle slaves.
Sharmaine screamed with laughter but she refused every offer to stop if she talked, just shaking her head and laughing the words "no way".
The Asian tickle slave was wetting herself with laughter, but she was not breaking either. The blonde tickle slave was howling with laughter but also not breaking.
"Focus on the stripy one!", A French Dominatrix proclaimed.
"Aw shit!", Fhimra gasped with laughter, then screamed her head off as all of them tickled just her.
"Not all at once!", Fhimra squealed in dismay, looking far too badly tickled.
Fhimra squealed with hyper energetic laughter, thrashing and screaming, hands all over her body. She was crying with laughter and looked like she was having a fit.
"Mercy!", Fhimra pleaded.
"Give us the information first!"
"I won't!", Fhimra squealed, laughing hysterically.
The French Dominatrices tickled Fhimra harder than she had ever been tickled before, and her laughter became really desperate, but she still didn't break.
"Tickle me harder!", Fhimra giggled to bait her tormentors, screaming with laughter as they obliged.
"This is boring.", Octavia pouted, Fhimra alone getting all the fun.
"They are trying to break Fhimra.", Deborah pointed out.
"She won't break, I trained her too well.", Octavia chuckled.
"She is tough but the weakest girl here. The best hope they have is to break Fhimra.", Deborah opined.
Fhimra was definitely suffering, but she still wasn't breaking, just as Octavia expected of her unofficial fiancée. Fhimra was in for a WORLD of tickling as Octavia's future wife, she had better get used to enduring every extreme because it was never going to stop.
Fhimra continued to laugh hysterically, but though she begged constantly she never gave up the information, doing Octavia proud.
"Game over, we have trouble!", A Spitting Vipers space marine suddenly announced, entering the room.
More marines followed, and the six tickle slaves were released, followed by the entire group of women being evacuated to the jungle by marines.
Octavia and the other women were taken down into a crude wood and earthwork bunker complex outside the battle practice area, true defences designed to handle far heavier bombardment than the mock strongholds, and space marines ran about through a maze of tunnels connecting different bunkers together.
"Unknown war ships have entered the system, one a Battlecruiser. We don't know their intentions.", One of the Spitting Vipers eventually bothered to tell the women.
The women huddled together out of the way in the bunker, and Fhimra cuddled Octavia fearfully.
"You are lucky. We were just about to break you.", One of the French Dominatrices told Fhimra.
"You are all REALLY good ticklers, but you weren't going to break me. I get tickled literally all day every day, it's my life and I enjoy my life.", Fhimra said respectfully.
"These battle practice games are getting really pointless. Neither side's tickle slaves break anymore, it just keeps ending in a draw. We should use just random slave girls who are not tickle slaves, that would make the games winnable.", One of the French Dominatrices opined.
"But it's really fun.", Octavia pointed out.
"It's pointless for battle practice, half the time both sides don't even bother rescuing anyone, especially now with the rule that we can't tickle the other side's Dominatrices for victory points.", the French Dominatrix insisted.
"It's super fun for us though.", Sharmaine chuckled.
"It IS fun to tickle you girls, but our Masters blame us for our continued failure, they question why they employ us."
"Well that ain't fair. It's not your fault that we are unbreakable. Ain't nobody can break me and Deborah with tickling, not even our owner can bust us if we healthy and not too hot or something.", Sharmaine replied.
"He certainly tries though.", Deborah chuckled.
"Word, he damn well does, that boy tickles us silly!", Sharmaine laughed.
"The teams shouldn't be allowed to choose girls like you, it's completely unfair to expect anyone to break you!"
"Normal girls would be broken down in like twenty seconds though, the game would end before it started. Needs some girls with a BIT of endurance but not TOO much.", Deborah suggested.
"This whole thing is unnecessarily sadistic anyway, torturing real people in battle practice.", Fhimra opined.
"You are pitting Slaanesh marines against French ticklers, what do you expect the battle practice to look like?", A French Dominatrix pointed out.
"True.", Fhimra replied.
"We have new intelligence. The unknown ships are here on diplomatic missions, but we don't trust them that this isn't a ruse to let them get into position to attack the surface with orbital bombardment. As soon as it's safe to take off in a thunderhawk, we will be evacuating the ground to return to our own ships in orbit. You tickle slaves will come with us until we can return you to your owners, our Dominatrix servants will also be coming with us naturally.", A Spitting Viper informed them all in a funny strong French accent.
"What about our belongings back in our tents?", Sharmaine asked politely.
"If the ships are not in fact hostile then your OWNERS' non living belongings will be safe to collect later. If they ARE hostile then you will be dead if we delay to gather items.", The Spitting Viper said with stern seriousness, emphasising the fact that the women were slaves who were only the property of their Owners just like the other belongings all belonged to their Owners alone.
"I guess that you have a point, we'll leave the stuff for later.", Sharmaine agreed apprehensively.
"You don't actually have a choice slaves, we have no wish to pay your owners for you if you die under our watch.", The Spitting Viper said simply in a funny French accent that made Octavia giggle slightly.
The other five tickle slaves exchanged uncomfortable glances at this reminder of their state of complete slavery, as Octavia obliviously stared around vacantly with happy stupidity.
The Spitting Viper said something Octavia didn't understand in his hilarious sounding French language, and the French Dominatrices nodded and gathered slave chains from a nearby room in the bunker complex, approaching the 6 tickle slaves with the chains.
The tickle slaves were still technically being rented by the Spitting Vipers for bondage purposes, so none resisted as they were put in leg irons so that they could walk but not run or kick, and body hugging torso chains with many manacles to bind their arms hard against their sides so that they couldn't use their arms. Metal collars were locked around their necks and the six tickle slaves joined in a line by a long chain padlocked to their collars with about a metre of chain between each tickle slave neck.
Octavia squealed with laughter as her very ticklish tummy was squeezed mischievously by a French Dominatrix in this vulnerable position, and the other tickle slaves also laughed and squealed as they were tickled in their chains, unable to defend their stomachs at all!
The Spitting Vipers space marines did nothing to stop the Dominatrices playing with the tickle slaves like this, and Octavia had a lovely time laughing as her tummy was tickled so wonderfully hard that she was close to wetting herself!
Octavia's arms were locked tightly against her sides, her wrists manacled down at her hips so that she couldn't bring her hands up to protect her stupidly ticklish tummy, the squeezing tickling her tummy SO extremely that it was hard blissful suffering. Octavia felt the most orgasmic pleasure as she was tickled to hysterically hard laughter, her pussy a puddle and her folds all slippery.
This wonderful tickle torture continued for long minutes like some wonderful heaven, and Octavia shifted her legs back and forth to try to rub her thighs together over her pussy, but she was foiled in her masturbation attempt by her sexy thigh gap. The laughing Octavia settled for just enjoying the tickling without any orgasm, the sensation still wonderful without climax.
The tickling of Octavia stopped after mere minutes!
Octavia pouted that it was over so soon!
The chained naked tickle slaves were being walked in a line through tunnels in the bunker complex, not being tickled AT ALL as they were force marched!
Octavia frowned unhappily, blowing her hair out of her face adorably, and she glumly kept pace with the group, seeing Fhimra's cute stripy skinned naked back and bum and legs and long hair in front of her, chains wrapping her naked torso and a line of manacles strictly binding her arms to either side of her body, short chains connecting her ankles in slave leg irons so that she could only walk in small steps.
Octavia's cone of shame was so long that it kept bumping into Fhimra's back from behind when Octavia wasn't careful, the cone now so long that Octavia couldn't even reach down inside it to scratch by holding a long stick after Octavia had been caught doing this recently!, Octavia couldn't even reach the lip of the open cone front with her fingertips anymore, the new cone was longer than her entire arm!
Octavia was so itchy all the time when she wasn't being distracted by tickling games or having sex, her stitches were almost ready to come out but they were SO itchy all the time!
Damn it, now Octavia had remembered that she was itchy!
Octavia frowned even more at this added aggravation!
Octavia fidgeted uncomfortably in her strict torso chain bondage, swaying her chest around in vain to soothe the itching in her breast stitches. She couldn't freaking move her arms, she felt like she was a freaking slave or something!
The line of chained tickle slaves were marched out of an entrance door to a crude landing pad of flattened logs and vegetation in an artificial clearing in the middle of the jungle, with a venom green thunderhawk waiting parked in the middle, with the hatches and doors all open.
The tickle slaves and French Dominatrices were all marched inside through the lowered front ramp of the thunderhawk, followed by like thirty Spitting Vipers space marines. Octavia and her fellow tickle slaves were immediately taken up a stepped slope to the second level of the thunderhawk, taken all the way to the back of the aircraft/slash/spacecraft, then lifted up one by one with their backs pressed hard against the ceiling, secured in place to the ceiling with ceiling cargo netting and cargo straps alongside ammunition and other cargo!
Octavia felt a little bit dizzy strapped with her back to the ceiling like this, her arms still chained to her sides, cargo nets covering her from her head to her toes with cargo straps tightly secured under top?, Over bottom?, The net was against Octavia's front from below, and the straps were against the net but not against Octavia directly, so the straps were over top?, Under top?, Under over bottom?
Octavia got a headache trying to think what to call the way she was secured to the ceiling.
The cargo nets and straps had a gap for Octavia's cone of shame (and monstrous second tit) to hang down through, and her dangling assets got in the way of people walking around below, constantly being bumped into by armoured helmets.
The six naked tickle slaves were quickly stowed to the ceiling as the thunderhawk filled up with the maximum number of space marines fleeing the planet it could fit, and the bikini clad Dominatrices were also unceremoniously strapped to the ceiling for want of room, the entire ceiling of the thunderhawk plastered with restrained beautiful young women.
The thunderhawk took off the moment the last dominatrix was cargo netted and strapped to the ceiling, and Octavia got even more dizzy as she felt her front get heavier from the lift off, hanging from the ceiling with frightful dizziness!
The other tickle slaves didn't like the sensation of motion when upside down against a ceiling either, and all of them groaned in discomfort, as did the Dominatrices.
The thunderhawk lurched suddenly in turbulence or something and Octavia's stomach contents felt so heavy that she spontaneously vomited all over the space marines below her.
The space marines recoiled in disgust as sick plastered their armour in yellow orange chunks, and the smell of vomit set off other women in the turbulence and dizziness, so that tickle slaves and Dominatrices alike showered the marines in reeking projectile stomach contents!
Oh Slaanesh the smell of puke filled the entire cabin!
Octavia vomited again, the French swear words of Spitting Vipers filling the cabin, the marines covering their helmets with their armoured arms as they were baptised in reeking liquid sick.
The entire ride was an uproar of angry Astartes voices in French accents as the women got uncontrollably airsick strapped upside down to the fucking ceiling of a moving aircraft, and Octavia puked so much that she also heavily wet herself all over the marines taking shelter beneath her previously safe pelvis.
The French cursing was best left to the imagination as the journey continued all the way to the destination, and Octavia had no puke or piss left inside her when the thunderhawk finally clunked down on some landing bay in orbit.
The marines rushed out of the thunderhawk leaving the women behind strapped to the ceiling, and a few minutes later some Spitting Vipers chapter serfs entered with water hoses, spraying down all the women until they were drenched clean with water in their eyes and faces!
The serfs then hosed out the rest of the thunderhawk cabin, never once releasing the trapped women!
The Dominatrices angrily demanded to be released, but they were so high up that the merely human serfs couldn't reach them, it looked like they were being left in place in punishment for the puke until their masters chose to release them themselves.
Octavia couldn't really do anything in her strict bondage against the ceiling, and she had little choice but to wait in place for someone to collect her.
The other tickle slaves were not impressed either, but they likewise had no power to do anything.
Octavia was almost asleep from boredom when some Spitting Vipers came, but they only let down the French Dominatrices, leaving the tickle slave "cargo" strapped to the ceiling!
The Dominatrices left, and the wait against the ceiling continued.
Eventually the thunderhawk was entered by a flight crew of two Spitting Viper space marines, and the hatches were closed and the thunderhawk simply took off without any explanation?!
The tickle slaves got nauseous from the flight but they had nothing left to puke up, and Octavia groaned in her restraints against the ceiling, her sickness greyed face hanging down into the soggy cargo net that covered it as every motion sickened her.
The journey was mercifully short, the thunderhawk softly thumping against something on one side, and a side hatch opened to an airlock docking tube of some sort.
The two space marine crew members entered the rear cabin and finally took down the dizzy naked tickle slaves from the ceiling, the six slave girls still chained in slave chains and still chained together by their neck collars.
Octavia was very dizzy and unsteady on her feet as she was marched out the side hatch and into the airlock docking tube, almost falling over as she stumbled in her leg irons into a ship of some sort beyond the short docking tube.
"Welcome home.", the voice of Ahmed Muhammad said fondly, and Sharmaine and Deborah squealed with excitement and rushed forward so fast that they pulled over Octavia and the other tickle slaves chained together to the pair!
Octavia groaned uncomfortably on the hard metal floor of the ship's deck in a pile of other chained up women, so dizzy that she couldn't see her surroundings clearly. The Spitting Vipers simply left, the airlock doors closing behind them, and the tickle slaves were now apparently in the care of this new ship.
Ahmed Muhammad was crouching down next to the pile of chained naked women, and he was energetically kissing Sharmaine and Deborah in greeting, the pair crying with joy to see him.
The other tickle slaves gradually recovered from their dizziness and sat up, seeing a crowd of human crew members standing all around them and gawking at them. Many of the men were looking at Octavia hungrily…
Octavia spread her legs as invitingly as she could in her leg irons, her body language intensely provocative. Almost all of the hungry men approached Octavia eagerly, and she smiled at them like an absolute whore.
Male hands touched Octavia's naked body, making her laugh ticklishly in delight from the touch to her extremely ticklish bare skin.
"Don't touch her!, Get back men!, That tickle slave is privately owned!", Ahmed yelled sternly, ending the wonderful tickle!
"But she wants it, look at her sir!", One of the men complained.
"I want it, please!", Octavia begged like a slut.
"This is consensual sir.", the crewmen insisted.
"Our Owners will be unhappy if you let her slut with a thousand guys sir. Octavia is a massive nympho slut who will fuck literally anyone.", Fhimra warned.
"There you go, the Owners don't want this woman fucked. I know she's REALLY hot, but if you men fuck her then it will be me and the Captain who will have to deal with the fallout.", Ahmed soothed the crew.
"Who are her Owners?"
"Wendy Sevenson and Mistress Lash Lee.", Octavia blurted out stupidly.
"Who cares if SHE gets upset, let's fuck this woman twice as much just to spite her!", A crewman exclaimed.
The entire crowd of other men agreed, and Octavia was soon being spit roasted between the cocks of two men, her chest resting on her cone of shame on the floor as her mouth sucked, the other man in her pussy from behind.
Octavia had a lovely time moaning praises to Slaanesh as she was gang banged in her chains, only vaguely aware of her collar being unlocked from the chain to let the other tickle slaves escape the growing gang bang.
Octavia was still wearing her leg irons and the torso chains locking her arms to her sides, but the crewmen soon used bolt cutters to cut the chain between her ankles to let her spread her legs, leaving her arms trapped.
Octavia was then fucked wonderfully by so many cocks that her bottomless nymphomania was almost satisfied… Almost, but not quite…
***…
Fhimra the tickle slave was concerned about her fiancée Octavia being gang banged by like nearly half of the entire crew of the Iconoclast class Destroyer Midnight Stalker, but not surprised or truly worried. Octavia was the biggest slut alive.
The first officer Ahmed Muhammad had made a half hearted attempt to rescue Octavia, but it was obvious that he had little respect for Wendy and didn't seem to care if Wendy was offended. Octavia herself was so vocally consenting to sex that even Ahmed had been forced to concede that it was consensual, and in the end he had just shrugged and stationed a petty officer to watch her just in case she changed her mind or was in danger.
Octavia was unlikely to be harmed, horny men lining up to fuck her would be enraged if any man tried to kill her. She was one of the hottest women alive and her lust aura and nympho demeanour made her even more irresistible, she was so feminine and so sexually compliant that she was dismissed as a threat by most men, they would just use her until they were so cummed out that they couldn't move.
Fhimra herself was now safely behind a locked door inside the personal tickling dungeon of Ahmed Muhammad, with all of the other tickle slaves except Octavia also being present. Fhimra was released from her chains now and was wearing slightly too small borrowed clothes from Sharmaine and Deborah, namely a pair of yoga pants and a super elastic top emblazoned with the words "Dom's ticklish lil Princess" across the front. The pants fitted but the "Dom's ticklish lil Princess" top was too small for Fhimra's bulging J cups, the elastic fabric stretched absurdly at the chest so that the words stretched bigger.
The Asian tickle slave, whose name was Kim-Ly Nguyen, was wearing yoga shorts and a dark grey hoodie with the words "hip hop" printed on the front in white letters, the small young Vietnamese woman sitting cross legged on the floor with the hood pulled right up over her face with long black hair hanging out of it, looking gangsta and utterly adorable at the same time. Kim-Ly was "sane" in the most generous sense of the word, but she was also withdrawn and lonely, with obvious social issues. She wasn't autistic, but she obviously had at least mild depression and almost certainly also had "complex post traumatic stress disorder", a psychological disorder commonly associated with victims of slavery.
Kim-Ly Nguyen was a poster child for both Stockholm Syndrome and Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, obsessed with a desire to be loved by her abusive Owner, convinced that she loved the abusive tyrant who owned her despite being daily mistreated and degraded by him. She seemed to be desperate for friends but at the same time she was so withdrawn and depressed that she had made little effort to befriend Fhimra and the others. The only time she was happy was when she was being tickled, it was like her heroine or something. Fhimra pitied Kim-Ly but Kim-Ly resisted attempts by Fhimra to comfort or befriend her.
The crazy blonde tickle slave, who seemed to believe that her real name was "Tickle-Chan" because that's what her Owner always called her, was wearing only a pair of pants upside down on her head like a hat, wandering around the dungeon naked, giggling insanely and randomly licking the walls. "Tickle-Chan" was obviously batshit crazy, but also completely gentle and harmless. She was extremely passive and submissive to other people, and she seemed to enjoy nothing else in life except her tickle slavery.
Tickle-Chan gave everyone else the creeps, but she was also a potently beautiful and sexy woman, with beautiful long blonde hair and a delicious sexy slender body. Her Owner was obviously a sick freak who adored the insane tickle addicted creature, and from all her talk so far it was obvious that she had originally been more or less sane at the beginning of her tickle slavery, but had been driven mad by cannibalism of all her friends during the starvation years when her sick owner had fed her friends to her "because she was the favourite".
Fhimra herself was saner than Kim-Ly Nguyen and Tickle-Chan, but that wasn't a high bar to clear. If Fhimra was honest she could be doing better than she was right now as far as mental health went. Fhimra was a rape victim from the pirates and she had all sorts of crazy problems in her life in general. Fhimra had trapped herself in tickle slavery that she couldn't get out of, with no safe word and no power. It was intoxicating, but Fhimra also had trust issues towards Wendy and even a little bit towards Octavia. Octavia was CONSTANTLY cheating on Fhimra, and Wendy could be extremely callous and selfish, and being romantically completely dominated by these two women wasn't exactly great for Fhimra's general mental health.
Fhimra loved Octavia to bits, but her stupidity and especially her sexual unfaithfulness made Fhimra feel anxious and insecure in the relationship. She had trust issues towards Octavia, she was always slightly on edge that Octavia would betray her in some way, (usually by cheating on her), Fhimra wanted so badly to be able to relax in the relationship. Mistress Lash was amazing in soothing Fhimra, as were the apprentices, hopefully they would give Fhimra the help she needed to get her mental health back to normal.
Fhimra turned her attention to the only completely sane and mentally healthy tickle slaves in the dungeon, namely Sharmaine and Deborah.
The two wives were currently sitting on a wide lounge chair, screaming their heads off with laughter to either side of their owner Ahmed on the chair. While the three guest tickle slaves were unchained and clothed, Sharmaine and Deborah still were naked in their chains, their arms chained against their sides as Ahmed had an arm wrapped around each of them, squeezing their tummies where their chained hands couldn't reach.
The two beautiful black women were howling with laughter and squirming energetically in his strong arms, but he was a man who had obviously gotten fearsomely strong from years of weight training and wrestling these girls together at the same time. Ahmed's powerful arms easily moved around the women as he wished, overpowering their every struggle and physically dominating them. Fhimra felt a thrill of fear at the thought of this man desiring to tickle her, he would be able to wrestle her helpless no matter how she struggled and tickle her to death!
Sharmaine and Deborah were very badly tickled but they didn't look distressed at all, both of them periodically saying "green" to tell Ahmed that they were having fun. During tiny breaks in the tickling they said adorable dialogue to Ahmed, often teasing him and baiting him to provoke him to tickle them harder. They looked blissfully happy and completely in love with both Ahmed and each other. They were the most mentally healthy tickle slaves Fhimra had ever seen.
Kim-Ly was occasionally lifting her hooded head to look at Sharmaine and Deborah with the most bitter wretched jealousy, jealousy on the verge of homicidal hatred even. Her face was twitching slightly, she looked ready to pick up a knife and murder both of them!
Kim-Ly looked murderous, but she also suffered from Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, so she simply slumped into a glum morose of helpless despair. She obviously felt chronic helplessness, to the point that she was rendered unable to harm anyone at all despite clearly wanting to…
It was obvious why this long abused Vietnamese tickle slave was so crazy jealous, in her syndromes and mental disorders she was DESPERATE to be LOVED by her abusive owner. The sight of other tickle slaves enjoying what Kim-Ly desperately NEEDED was so unendurable that the girl was on the brink of going berserk.
"Sir I beg you please stop, not in front of Kim-Ly, she is getting distressed!", Fhimra warned Ahmed frantically before this ended in a murder suicide.
Kim-Ly gasped and broke down into weeping at these words, and Ahmed stopped immediately, fussing over the girl.
Kim-Ly snapped and grabbed Ahmed's shirt front forcefully, shaking the fabric with such deranged energy that she tore the shirt!
Kim-Ly babbled Vietnamese words and stood in place, gripping the destroyed shirt front and weeping helplessly.
"What's wrong girl?", Ahmed asked reassuringly.
"Own Me!, Please Own Me!, Please love Me!", Kim-Ly begged Ahmed hysterically.
"You want me to buy you off your Owner?", Ahmed asked sympathetically.
"Yes please!, My Owner NEVER loves me like you love them!, No matter how MUCH I love him he never loves me back!, I'm so lonely!, (sobs), I, (hard sobbing).", Kim-Ly sobbed hysterically.
Ahmed looked deeply sympathetic, but he also had a look of holy outrage on his face at the thought of her Owner.
Ahmed simply comforted the girl and gave her a soothing platonic hug, being extremely sweet with her.
"I have no hope left… I want to… I want to end myself… I'm so tired!, I want to be loved, but I know he won't!, I ONLY want to be loved by my owner!, I will die tonight if you don't take me!", Kim-Ly doom spiralled in despair.
"Don't do that girl.", Ahmed said quietly.
"Own me as your tickle slave and I won't.", Kim-Ly insisted, her face changed horribly into a mask of doom.
"Let's talk, I'm not saying no, (Sharmaine and Deborah gasped), I'm saying let's talk about things. I interview all of my prospective tickle slaves first.", Ahmed soothed reassuringly.
"Ask…", Kim-Ly replied in despair.
"Who is your current Owner?", Ahmed opened.
"Doctor Minh Pham.", Kim-Ly said, having a slight face spasm at the words.
"I am not familiar with him. What is he a doctor of?", Ahmed soothed.
"Medical doctor, general practitioner.", Kim-Ly replied in a dead voice.
"Well that is a good start. So he knows that you have mental health issues?, Has he prescribed you medication for depression?", Ahmed asked seriously.
"Are you serious?!, He's a Vietnamese doctor!, He doesn't believe in mental illness!", Kim-Ly exclaimed.
(Note, I hate to generalise but this is so goddamn true from personal experience. I have never seen anything like one particular Vietnamese doctor who confidently claimed to a pregnant woman with perinatal depression that, and I quote: "Depression is all in your head, you don't need any medications for these things, you just have to think positively". Said pregnant woman then ended up in psychiatric emergency care on suicide prevention until a real doctor gave her antidepressants. I know that is only one personal anecdote but there are quite a lot of similar anecdotes from many other people about Vietnamese medical practitioners, (and Vietnamese people in general), not taking mental illness seriously due to cultural reasons.)
"Have you told him that you are suicidal?", Ahmed urged.
"He slapped me and told me to stop being stupid when I told him, then he whipped me 500 times and made me stand in the corner for 6 hours in punishment.", Kim-Ly recounted in a dead voice.
Ahmed growled with protective anger at these words, gripping Kim-Ly more tightly. Fhimra's whiter stripes turned red with anger at these words.
"I want to stay with you, treat me like you treat them, I can't go back to an owner who doesn't love me.", Kim-Ly begged pitifully.
"Would Doctor Minh Pham sell you?", Ahmed asked curiously.
"If you paid him enough he would, he doesn't love me…", Kim-Ly said tragically.
"Could I afford you?", Ahmed asked.
"If you can't, I will die tonight anyway. I am worthless, why am I even hoping that you would want me…", Kim-Ly said in another doom spiral.
"I'm not saying no, you are real cute and you are a top grade tickle slave. I certainly wouldn't mind adding you to my girls. I'm willing to buy you, I just gotta ask questions first.", Ahmed soothed her immediately.
"You are really going to buy me?", Kim-Ly asked skeptically.
"If you answer all my questions and I can afford you then I'm willing.", Ahmed coaxed.
"I will answer, but I don't think I will get any luck, nothing ever works out…", Kim-Ly doom spiralled.
"What is your most ticklish area?", Ahmed coaxed.
"Everywhere, especially my armpits and stomach and sides, my knees and thighs, my neck, my feet and especially my toes, my butt crack, everywhere.", Kim-Ly said in a slightly less despairing voice.
"One to one hundred scale, how ticklish are you?", Ahmed charmingly pressed.
"Two hundred.", Kim-Ly said without hesitation.
"As ticklish as that?", Ahmed asked slightly huskily with a slightly sexually excited tone and manner.
"I get utterly destroyed by the slightest touch, I would hate it if I didn't like it so much.", Kim-Ly said with a touch more encouragement from his sexual interest.
"You like it mercilessly long and hard?", Ahmed asked with more sexual interest.
"I love it, the longer and harder the better.", Kim-Ly replied with a small smile, obviously warmed up by this very sexual way of viewing her.
"I'm going to give you absolute hell all over your ticklish body.", Ahmed charmingly hit on her openly.
"I like the sound of that.", Kim-Ly replied slightly huskily.
"How are you at taking BBC?", Ahmed seduced charmingly.
"British Broadcasting Corporation?", Fhimra asked in confusion, being too much of a lesbian to think what else it might stand for.
"That ain't it.", Sharmaine laughed.
"I'm mostly used to taking SVC, but I'm willing for an upgrade.", Kim-Ly giggled naughtily, starting to pull out of her doom spiral now that Ahmed was giving her hope.
"SVC?", Fhimra asked in confusion.
"Small Vietnamese Cock.", Kim-Ly giggled naughtily.
The entire room erupted into laughter at these words.
"So BBC stands for…", Fhimra trailed off.
Ahmed jiggled his neat eyebrows suggestively, gesturing down at his crotch with only his eyes and subtle body language. Fhimra looked at his pants crotch curiously and then blushed pinkly with embarrassment when she understood!
"It's huge.", Deborah said with a laugh.
Fhimra hid her blushing face in her hands and turned away in embarrassment.
"May I see?", Kim-Ly asked hopefully.
Fhimra turned and shyly peered between her fingers as Ahmed pulled down his pants to oblige. Fhimra's mouth fell open in shock at the sight of the long floppy black thing!
Kim-Ly bit her lip at the sight of the huge pendulous black thing, nodding enthusiastically.
"May I try?", Kim-Ly asked hopefully.
"After I buy you.", Ahmed promised the small cute Vietnamese woman.
Kim-Ly was out of her doom spiral now and getting hopeful, and Ahmed kept asking her all sorts of questions, apparently serious about buying her.
Tickle-Chan was listening to the conversation, but she didn't request to be bought too, saying that she was "the favourite" over and over again, wanting to return to her owner who had "lovingly" killed all the other tickle slaves he owned to keep Tickle-Chan fed with their corpses. Tickle-Chan seemed to think that this was what true love looked like, convinced that her murderer of an owner truly loved her. Ahmed looked… Relieved, that he wouldn't have to own the batshit crazy woman, she was just too insane.
Kim-Ly on the other hand was sane enough to be salvaged, and Fhimra was astonished by Ahmed's kindness in trying to rescue her from her terrible situation.
After a long period of questioning Kim-Ly, Ahmed vox called her owner Doctor Minh Pham and actually requested to buy her off him!
The vox conversation was long, with much haggling, but Ahmed was persistent, eventually agreeing to pay MILLIONS of script just to buy Kim-Ly to rescue her!
"How can you afford that?!", Sharmaine and Deborah exclaimed in unison, both sounding afraid and upset.
"I will get a loan and pay it off.", Ahmed reassured.
Kim-Ly was crying tears of joy and gratitude, hugging Ahmed hysterically. Fhimra was crying a bit too, so deeply touched by this decent act to a suicidally depressed woman he had only just met.
"Doctor Pham is on his way by Arvus Lighter to finalise the sale and brand you with new slave brands to show that I bought you. I'm going to have to go out to get a loan from the ship's chief purser, but while I'm gone you are going to be restrained for suicide prevention purposes. Please sit on the floor here and put your ankles in these stocks and put your hands behind your back to be handcuffed.", Ahmed told Kim-Ly gently.
Kim-Ly was still wearing only a hoodie and yoga shorts, her feet bare and slightly dirty. She sat down on the floor in front of a pair of metal ankle stocks screwed to the hard metal floor, putting her bare feet in the stocks wiggling her toes at Ahmed invitingly.
Ahmed touched the offered toes gently with a husky expression of arousal, making Kim-Ly squeal with laughter and squirm in reflex. Ahmed closed the stocks over her ankles and padlocked the stocks shut, playing with her feet even more making her giggle and laugh with adorable ticklishness.
Ahmed picked up a pair of handcuffs from a neat shelf of bondage items, and cuffed Kim-Ly's hands behind her back, pulling back her hoodie to reveal her extremely cute head. Ahmed gave her sides a few pokes to make her squeal and squirm in her hoodie, then he departed to go borrow the money to buy her.
Sharmaine and Deborah were still in leg irons and torso chains, unable to use their arms, and Fhimra helped them drink some water as they waited for Ahmed to return.
"When will he let you out of your chains?", Fhimra asked them curiously.
"Not for a LONG time. He's gonna tickle us for HOURS in these chains before he lets us out.", Deborah chuckled.
"My owners often make me and Octavia sleep in a skimpy fetish straight jacket that leaves our boobs and tummies exposed, they tickle me SO much in that thing before they let me out.", Fhimra chuckled.
Deborah directed Fhimra's attention to a pair of fetish straight jackets hanging on a wall nearby, saying that Ahmed also did that to them sometimes.
"I can't wait for all the tickles I will get from my new owner.", Kim-Ly said excitedly from the ankle stocks.
"Prepare yourself for absolute tickle hell, he is a merciless mother fucker who will completely destroy you with tickling.", Deborah warned with a laugh.
"That's nothing new, Doctor Pham has rigged up a tickling machine that he locks me inside when he is away at work.", Kim-Ly chuckled.
Sharmaine and Deborah made high pitched sounds of delight and asked for details.
"It's like an iron maiden torture device, it's this really claustrophobic metal box like a sarcophagus but standing up. The walls are covered in long feathers glued to vibrators sticking in through holes in the walls. The entire floor is raised and has so many holes drilled through it that the entire floor you are standing on is nothing but vibrator bulbs that tickle the feet like death!", Kim-Ly began and continued.
"The ceiling of the iron maiden has a pair of fluffy padded handcuffs for my wrists so that my arms are raised and my armpits are exposed, I am naked when he puts me in in the morning before he goes to work. He closes the iron maiden so that feathers are pressing in on every side, he locks the door from the outside so I can't open it.",
"Then he turns it on and oh by all the gods!, The tickling!, The entire floor vibrates so that I can't put my feet anywhere at all without them being tickled AWFULLY with super ticklish vibrations!, The vibrating feathers are everywhere on all sides so I can't get away, it tickles SO much!", Kim-Ly said animatedly.
"That sounds fun.", Sharmaine chuckled.
"I get no water or food inside, no rest. It's poorly ventilated and it gets hot and humid inside. I don't have a clock to know the time, and it's completely dark so I can't see. It also is very loud inside from all the vibrators and from my laughter, the sound has nowhere to go in the box, the noise is like torture…"
"Often he works late, or doesn't come home for hours, or he comes home but leaves me inside. When he lets me out he is strict and cruel with me, even when I'm thirsty and hungry and exhausted he demands perfect discipline, I have to stand at attention and be perfect as he bosses me with stern yelling, otherwise he beats me…"
"He gives me food and water only when I earn it with discipline and obedience, I eat and drink out of a trough like a pig as he spanks my bottom. I am naked. He then takes me to the dungeon for more tickle torture at his hands, and he fucks me. I have no friends, no one but Doctor Pham for company. I desperately wanted him to love me and treat me kindly, I wanted to be his wife even, but he just punishes me and tortures me with a stern face all the time, even when he has his penis inside me he doesn't smile kindly at me, even when I love him so much that it hurts, (sobs).", Kim-Ly whimpered and burst into tears.
Sharmaine and Deborah were a little too tied up to comfort Kim-Ly properly, but Fhimra cuddled her reassuringly as she sobbed.
"The iron maiden thing sounds fun but not like that.", Sharmaine amended.
"It does sound kinda fun for maybe five minutes.", Fhimra agreed with slight desire.
"Put some food and water and air conditioning and make it less loud and I could LIVE in something like that.", Deborah chuckled.
"It was fun but horrible.", Kim-Ly sniffed in soft tears.
The women calmed Kim-Ly right down, and she shared more stories about her life of dehumanising abuse as a tickle slave. Kim-Ly was a woman who very obviously wanted to be a tickle slave, she was obviously sexually submissive and obviously loved being tickled and dominated, she just had a very bad owner who didn't treat her properly. Under the right owner this woman could be a delightful happy tickle slave, she just needed a chance and probably a lot of medication and professional help.
Ahmed returned after a time, carrying a huge bulging duffel bag full of money, setting the bag down and opening it to reveal nothing but carefully counted wads of cash in the form of script currency notes. Fhimra gazed at the money in shock.
"You are the most decent man alive lieutenant.", Fhimra told him respectfully.
"I don't know about all that.", Ahmed humbly brushed aside the praise.
"You are.", Fhimra pressed sincerely.
"I get a sexy cute tickle slave out of this, this isn't charity.", Ahmed nonchalantly insisted on not taking the praise.
"Being humble isn't necessary, you really are one of the kindest people I have ever met.", Fhimra insisted.
"I try to be…", Ahmed reluctantly took the praise quietly with a small sigh.
Ahmed walked over to Kim-Ly before Fhimra could continue praising him, and stroked the soles of her feet mischievously, making her giggle and laugh and squirm about in her handcuffs.
"Your feet are filthy girl, I better scrub them clean.", Ahmed said mischievously, and got a bucket of soapy water and a selection of scrubbing brushes and toothbrushes as Kim-Ly nodded enthusiastically.
Kim-Ly howled with ticklish laughter as Ahmed scrubbed her soles with a soapy scrubbing brush, and she squealed as he used a toothbrush on her toes. Kim-Ly was a giggle factory as this highly skilled tickler cleaned her feet five times more than necessary for perfect cleanliness, Ahmed grinning playfully the entire time.
The door bell then chimed and Ahmed went out of the dungeon for a few minutes, returning with a Vietnamese man of indeterminate age in a doctor's uniform with a stethoscope around his neck.
The man was small for a man but easily bigger and stronger than the tiny Kim-Ly, not particularly good looking but not ugly either, just plain looking in all regards.
Kim-Ly trembled as she looked at her owner, and he didn't even greet her, simply looking at her for a moment and then turning away as though she was mere furniture that he was selling.
"You have the money?", Doctor Minh Pham asked Ahmed simply.
Ahmed gestured to the open duffel bag full of cash, and Doctor Pham stared at the money greedily.
"I will count it myself first.", Doctor Pham replied, and carried the bag to a table, sitting down at the table in a chair and getting out a notepad and pen and calculator.
The doctor then laboriously counted and recorded every last note, taking literally hours. It was so boring that Ahmed passed the time heavily kissing Sharmaine and Deborah very quietly on the couch for a while.
Tickle-Chan was now rubbing handfuls of her faeces all over the walls in her madness, and Ahmed rushed to stop her with Fhimra's help, Fhimra cleaning Tickle-Chan up as Ahmed scrubbed the reeking brown off the metal walls.
Tickle-Chan was so ticklish that she was hard to clean up, and Fhimra was forced to have a shower with her, making use of hanging ceiling handcuffs in the shower to keep the hysterically laughing Tickle-Chan still enough to wash completely clean, (after first washing her hands very thoroughly of course).
Fhimra was irritated as she got Tickle-Chan completely clean, not least because she did another shit in the shower, and Fhimra was very annoyed by the time she left the bathroom wearing only a towel, her borrowed clothes all smeared with shit now.
Tickle-Chan was wisely put back in her torso chains and leg irons by Ahmed to make her easier to control, putting her metal neck collar back on and leashing her collar to a wall with a short chain away from anything she could break. The mad woman calmly accepted her bondage, obviously extremely accustomed to being in bondage, and she was no further bother.
Doctor Pham was still counting the money, and Kim-Ly was still sitting handcuffed with her ankles in the stocks, a look of hopeful relief on her cute face. It was touching to see more blessed hope in the world, Tzeentch would be very pleased with this.
Doctor Pham slowly counted every last note, checking his notes and calculating the total amount. Then he nodded greedily and turned to Ahmed.
"The money is correct, the slave is now yours Lieutenant.", Doctor Pham said with happy greed as well as tiredness from all the counting.
The pair of men turned to Kim-Ly, and they got out branding irons and a blowtorch!
Kim-Ly had her handcuffs removed and her hoodie pulled off so that she was topless. She was then laid down with her ankles still in the stocks, and her arms were stretched out to each side, the chained Sharmaine and Deborah sitting on her arms to immobilise her for the coming branding.
Fhimra remembered the agonising pain of her own slave branding with a shiver, and she couldn't bear to watch, turning away and covering her ears against the screams of pain and the sizzling sound of red hot iron branding bare human skin!
It was over mercifully fast, the branding irons cooled down with a hiss in the soapy bucket of water at Kim-Ly's feet. Doctor Pham didn't even say goodbye to Kim-Ly, just taking his money and leaving like a callous ass hole.
Ahmed put cold water on Kim-Ly's brands, apologising as she screamed in pain, and he got her out of the stocks and took her to the bathroom, where he spent 15 minutes pouring cold water over the burns.
"I'm your tickle slave now Master. What are you going to do to me?", Kim-Ly asked with nervous hope.
"I'm going to take you straight to a doctor and get your brands treated and get you on antidepressants. Then I'm going to keep you in bondage for suicide prevention until you are completely better.", Ahmed said sternly.
"But what about your big black cock and all the tickling?", Kim-Ly asked in dismay.
Ahmed suddenly squeezed her belly, making Kim-Ly squeal with surprised laughter.
"I will tickle the piss out of you girl, don't worry.", Ahmed playfully said with charming dominance, still tickling her middle to squealing hysterics.
"As for my BBC…", Ahmed pulled off Kim-Ly's bottoms, pulling down and kicking off his own pants.
Ahmed was surprisingly gentle, lifting the small cute young Vietnamese woman in his arms and carrying her to a bondage bed. He then restrained her spread eagle and tickled her abdomen to howling laughter until he was completely erect, then he put on a condom and very gently fucked her in the missionary position, careful not to touch her new brands.
Fhimra watched protectively, not wanting the girl to be raped, but Ahmed was incredibly gentle and repeatedly checked for consent. Kim-Ly was moaning loudly from his big black cock in her small Asian pussy, obviously enjoying the sex, and she was soon gasping in orgasm with her face grimaced hard in pleasure.
Ahmed went for a bit longer, obviously close, and then he gave a manly grunt of pleasure and pulled out, removing the condom and cleaning himself up.
Kim-Ly was much happier now as Ahmed untied her, and she let herself be taken out of the dungeon to a doctor without any complaint, Fhimra and the other tickle slaves left behind locked in the dungeon.
Fhimra was genuinely impressed by what she had seen today.
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