Chapter 63H

"I understand that ambassador, but I cannot promise you anything without first checking it with the Matriarch and the Sevenson Cartel board of directors. The other ambassadors of the other nations of Gåëḻįxčûßṟæ are making contradictory demands, we have to somehow accommodate everyone here.", Dr Bullwhip Sevenson said with all the patience she could muster, wondering yet again why SHE had been lumped with this exasperating duty.

She was currently on board the Gåëḻįxčûßṟæ fleet Endurance class Light Cruiser "Light of Larsa II", (Larsa II being an extremely important and resource rich Imperium mining world in the Larsa system of "the Pale Stars" sub sector next to the infamous Badab Sector, the ship still bearing its old name before joining chaos).

The Light of Larsa II was a mass produced laser ship, a 3.8 kilometre long ugly looking rectangular prism of hastily assembled metal. It was shoddily built even for one of these pieces of Voss designed shit, having been built not by the Voss forge world that designed the class but by the overworked understaffed shipyards of the industrial world Pireaus V in the war ravaged Badab Sector. Every possible corner had been cut in building this ship to the bare minimum standard of quality the Imperial Navy would accept, every ugly weld speaking of overwhelmed workers with impossible deadlines.

The Endurance class Light Cruisers were little more than a platform for carrying laser lance batteries and a torpedo launcher, with an engine chucked on the back almost as an afterthought. They were slow, short ranged and expendable, designed solely as a support vessel to escort much bigger and heavier capital ships that were equally slow. Generally the Imperial Navy liked to surround their big important ships with a lot of these smaller expendable ships to act as a buffer to soak up torpedoes and other hazards, with the short ranged laser lance batteries of these ships being intended only to deal damage to enemy ships that got close enough to threaten the capital ships, the lives of the crew of these light cruisers being of no importance in the equation.

Needless to say the crews of these expendable light cruisers didn't always appreciate their expendable role, and mutinies sometimes happened as a result. If the mutinies were successful the mutinous crew would take control of the vessel and force the navigators to sail away through the warp to escape Imperial retribution, and most would end up in either the Maelstrom or the Eye of Terror as their final refuge. The Light of Larsa II wasn't the first and wouldn't be the last, if you treat people like shit sometimes you'll get hit.

Bullwhip was currently dressed in her most elegant dominatrix leathers, and she was now regretting her scantily clad wardrobe choices as the crew of this ship liked to keep the onboard air temperature REALLY cold!

Bullwhip had goosebumps all over her bare cleavage and arms and shoulders and hips, the scanty leather outfit showing off a lot of skin!, She was shivering like crazy!

Stupid ice world natives being used to cold temperatures inside!

Bullwhip was sitting at a table in an extremely inelegant meeting room in the structure of the skyscraper like bridge tower of the ship, the ship so shit that even the bridge lacked elegance. The room was decorated with very old fine imperial artworks defaced with chaos graffiti, the ancient furniture also grand, but the walls and floors and ceilings themselves were obviously made in a rush, with ugly old welds and the dents of ancient hammers, the wall plates slightly out of level with each other in a way that looked bad. The entire ship was the same, rushed and shoddy for maximum production speed with minimum workers, a disposable piece of crap.

Across the table from Bullwhip sat a male ambassador from the "Nation of Light of Larsa II", an actual independent country on the surface of Gåëḻįxčûßṟæ inhabited by descendants born from the original crew of the ship. The ambassador wore a warm thick coat of extremely unusual fabric in extremely uncommon dye colours, with bizarre shades of purple dye being especially prominent, complete with thick gloves and a warm looking head covering scarf, with a nearly black skinned face from the absolutely extreme amounts of ultraviolet light produced by his local star, his dark face heavily bearded and the skin that wasn't covered by facial hair being thickly smeared in some transparent greasy substance for additional insulation against the cold.

The entire crew wore excessive winter clothes like this, all of them extremely dark skinned or at least very tanned or freckled from their local star light, and they liked to keep their ship frosty cold at all times so that Bullwhip was just about freezing her tits off in here!

The ambassador kept looking at Bullwhip's low cleavage and bare arms and shoulders as though she was a maniac, and Bullwhip certainly felt like one in these clothes. Why hadn't anyone WARNED her that it would be so cold!

"I request that you contact your government in that case ambassador.", the ambassador said to Bullwhip respectfully, continuing the earlier conversation.

"I would like to have a copy of your proposal in both writing and in digital recording if you please.", Bullwhip replied, too lazy to bother trying to remember everything herself.

"We alas suffer from an extreme shortage of paper at present, but a digital record will be provided for you ambassador.", the ambassador replied to Bullwhip apologetically.

"Have you no plants of any kind growing on Gåëḻįxčûßṟæ ambassador?", Bullwhip asked in disappointment, the doctor of botany having a distaste for any planet with no plant life to add to her studies.

"Some small potted plants in private homes perhaps, but nothing native and nothing in the quantities needed to make much paper.", the ambassador said apologetically.

"Well that won't do!, You should be putting up greenhouses outside to grow plants in proper amounts.", Bullwhip said unhappily.

"We tried that in the past. The strong wind blew away the green houses. It wasn't economically viable to use greenhouses sturdy enough to withstand the wind.", The ambassador explained gravely.

"How strong exactly are these winds?!", Bullwhip said in surprise.

"Very very strong. The planet has no mountains to stop the wind, just flat ice all the way around. The wind circles the entire planet getting very fast as it goes without obstacles.", the ambassador explained.

"Why don't you just set up wind breaks to protect the greenhouses then?", Bullwhip suggested.

"The wind is vital for our economy, wind turbines on poles provide much of our electricity. The number of wind breakers needed to protect the greenhouses in economically viable numbers would lower the wind power from our turbines."

"You could put them behind the wind farms.", Bullwhip suggested.

"We looked into it but it just wasn't economically viable. The wind farms are widely spread across our territory, the only possible places are near the borders with other countries, but this would lower the wind for their own turbines and risk provoking a war with them."

"You could dig sheltered trenches in the ice and put greenhouses in them so that the wind passes safely overhead unobstructed.", Bullwhip suggested.

"We made a few like that for research, they were all snowed over until little light could get through."

"You could try flat roofs that are flush with the ice surface.", Bullwhip insisted.

"We tried that too, it proved to be too expensive. The abrasion from ice crystals in the wind wore through the transparent plastics we tested. Glass tough enough to withstand the wind was too expensive for us with our local materials and industries, it just wasn't economically viable."

"What about growing them underground under electric lights?", Bullwhip insisted, the doctor of botany obsessed with plants.

"That would be even less economically viable, we need our electricity for our other industries, and the amount of space it would take up would be very significant. Excavations under the ice need to be reinforced to prevent cave ins, it is expensive to make just a little space."

"Just use the snowed over greenhouses in the trenches to save building costs.", Bullwhip pressed in frustration.

"We did do that with the few snowed over research greenhouses we built in the trenches, but only for research purposes."

"Why not do it on a larger scale to grow LOTS of plants for paper and agriculture?", Bullwhip insisted with a passion.

"The capital costs would be enormous, it would require many additional wind turbines just to light and heat the huge number of greenhouses it would take to feed even just a few thousand people. It would cost a lot of resources and manpower for very little gain."

"Your planet is in the grip of a famine, yet you have not even tried agriculture to feed your people?!", Bullwhip urged with obsessive botanist enthusiasm, the PhD Professor of botany having an obsessive passion for spreading plant life to every possible planet in the galaxy.

"We do have agriculture ambassador, we grow mushrooms. It's just never enough to feed everyone."

"What do you use as your feedstock for the fungi?", Bullwhip asked.

"We use a combination of sewage and various volatile chemicals dug up from the ice or mined from comets, mostly ammonia and carbon monoxide. Our workers wear breathing equipment so that the carbon monoxide doesn't poison them."

"The fungi lack haemoglobin so the carbon monoxide can't poison them… The carbon monoxide can be oxidised into carbon dioxide to generate ATP for chemical energy… But wait, the fungi need a carbon source don't they… So they oxidise the ammonia into water and N2 for their primary energy source, and they convert the carbon monoxide into complex organic molecules like carbohydrates or fatty acids?, Depending upon the species that could be sustainable, provided that you have an infinite supply of ammonia and carbon monoxide. But you don't have an infinite supply do you, that's why you can't feed everyone with just the mushrooms…", Bullwhip mused.

"We have abundant reserves of both ammonia and carbon monoxide ices, but the ices are very low yield, mostly useless water ice with but a little of the more useful chemicals diluted in the water ice. Our miners mine the richest yield ices available and feed them directly into the air sealed mushroom factories in our towns and cities, but growth is somewhat slow because the ammonia and carbon monoxide is so dilute. The more important cities industrially enrich the feedstock chemicals, but this lacks the economies of scale to economically enrich enough for every mushroom growing factory without far greater investment. Our people are poor, and getting loans from money lenders for big projects is very hard for us."

"You lack the capital to invest in your industrial infrastructure properly?", Bullwhip summarised his problem.

"Correct. We have many demands on our treasury, we do not have the resources and wealth to spare on most major investment projects, at best we can do only small scale research and development projects. Almost all of our money goes towards buying food from Vem Omicron and funding our military and maintaining what industry we have already. With some investment loans from your Sevenson Cartel government we could solve so many problems.", The Ambassador said hopefully.

"If you agree to all of our demands then the Cartel will be happy to build all sorts of our own development projects on your territory.", Bullwhip amended.

"Money loans would be preferable, that way we can invest it in what we need the most.", The Ambassador respectfully pressed.

"That would take away our control over how the money was used though. We will build proper nuclear fusion reactors in your territory to power it properly, we will build industries that best serve *our* empire, and I think that I will also do my own greenhouse projects if I am allowed to.", Bullwhip insisted.

"With respect ambassador, we already tried fusion reactors in the past. They have a bad habit of melting the ice under them and sinking through the ice over time. Wind power is by far cheaper per kilowatt hour once you factor in all the costs involved in building the reactor so that it won't melt through the ice under it."

"But we don't have much experience building wind turbines that can withstand hurricane winds…", Bullwhip began.

"But *we* do have experience in building them. This will go much more smoothly if you let local people use their knowledge to do what works best for their local environment. We will give you full access to all the details so that you will know that the money isn't being wasted…"

"Look, I'm not unreasonable, but I'm just an ambassador, not the ruler of the Cartel. I will certainly suggest this but I might not be listened to.", Bullwhip evaded, suddenly remembering that she was absolutely FREEZING now that the conversation was getting boring!

The ambassador pressed his case, but Bullwhip was already bored again now that he wasn't agreeing to grow huge numbers of plants the way she wanted him to.

Bullwhip the botanist didn't give a shit about anything except botany, her family members and Slaanesh worship, and conversations about none of these things swiftly bored her to numbness. Add in the fact that she was freezing cold in her skimpy dominatrix outfit and her attention span was even shorter.

The negotiations dragged on, with Bullwhip becoming briefly hyper animated when something plant related was mentioned, then growing numb and bored the second the conversation shifted topics.

Bullwhip was here because her mother Wendy was unable to be contacted, forcing other women to take her place. Wendy should be one of the ambassadors, probably to the battle cruiser, so that there would be just enough other women being ambassadors for Bullwhip to get out of this exasperating duty. With Wendy gone the Cartel was one woman short, meaning that the lazy Bullwhip was called in from reserve!

Bullwhip didn't want to be here freezing her tits off, she wanted to be in a nice warm humid plant growing room in the university on board the Nightmare Asylum with her beloved plants, or at the very least down in the jungles of Autoclave cataloging every plant she could find. Diplomacy on freezing ships just wasn't her scene.

Bullwhip wasn't *worried* about her missing mother Wendy, everyone knew where she was and what she was doing. She was having the time of her life subbing in a French lesbian dungeon, orgasming endlessly and painting the walls with her squirt. Wendy's "sort of" girlfriend Victoria had decided on a whim to play an extremely long BDSM game with Wendy, and Victoria had answered all requests to release Wendy with a polite refusal, saying that "her girlfriend Wendy" was taking some leave time to worship Slaanesh with Victoria.

The Sevenson Cartel was irritated by the exact timing of this leave time, but not offended by the information that this was all a worship act to Blessed Slaanesh, (that would be blasphemy). To avoid the suggestion of blasphemy the Sevenson Cartel had been forced to agree that Wendy *should* be imprisoned in a lesbian dungeon like this, but they had requested that it be done at a different time when things were less busy. Victoria had not refused but simply stalled for time, insisting that Slaanesh would be offended if Wendy's pleasure was ended right now.

The Cartel were servants of Slaanesh who took the worship of their god gravely seriously. When a *Slaanesh Champion* like Victoria said that she needed the help of fellow Slaanesh Champion Wendy for a worship ritual, the request *must* be taken seriously lest it be construed as blasphemy. This fear of blasphemy had made the Sevenson Cartel pause short of complaining directly to the Spitting Vipers space marines, forcing them to instead try to settle this discretely with Victoria without offending Slaanesh.

The truth was that Slaanesh *did* enjoy seeing Wendy in her current predicament, being fed by all of Wendy's sensation and excess. Slaanesh didn't care about the diplomatic negotiations so long as *someone* got them done, and so Wendy remained.

Wendy's *real* girlfriend Lash might have something to say about this whole situation, but that was not a Cartel matter. For now they had to tread very carefully lest Slaanesh be offended by interrupting his two Champions at play…

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Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Wendy Sevenson was deep in worship of Blessed Slaanesh as the French maids inflicted sensation upon her.

Wendy was currently a "human statue" in the dungeon of Ship-Mistress Victoria. She had her arms raised and her palms pressed together in a prayer gesture an inch or two above her head, with her hands and arms and shoulders thickly covered in a plaster-like hardened polymer, set hard like a plaster cast so that she couldn't move her arms at all.

Her entire shoulders and neck and collar girdle were also covered with the polymer cast, but her open armpits and entire chest front and sides were bare and uncovered by the hard polymer. The polymer cast thickly continued down her back, ending just above her bottom, then circling her waist at the belt line to hold her body completely still while leaving her pussy and most of her tummy completely bare.

Wendy was resting on her shins with her legs spread so wide that her pussy almost touched the floor, and the polymer cast continued down the sides from the waistline, completely encasing her hips and covering her legs completely on all sides while keeping her bum and pussy bare. Wendy's feet were tautly flat at the soles with the toes stretched up and open, with polymer thickly covering the top and sides of her feet, her ankles, and the top and sides and very tips of her toes, leaving the bottom of her feet and toes completely exposed and immobilised in place.

The polymer cast was not stuck to the floor, having been applied atop a thin sheet of plastic that had been cut away as soon as the cast hardened, and Wendy was picked up and moved around the dungeon as desired by groups of French maids all lifting her together.

Wendy the "human statue" was currently in part of Ship-Mistress Victoria's personal dungeon, and she had been picked up and carefully lowered down onto a pair of HUGE vibrating dildos attached to the dungeon floor, so that one was in her vagina and the other in her anus, both huge dildos vibrating furiously with intimidating power!

Wendy couldn't move and she couldn't stop coming!

Wendy yet again tried to use her chaos gift of daemonic strength, and yet again nothing happened. She tried to change to her true daemonic ape-like form, but again nothing happened!

Ever since putting on her rune encrusted play harness Wendy had been unable to use her chaos gifts or drop her geometric warping. The runes were obviously something sorcerous!

Without her gifts Wendy was a slightly short highly slender woman with barely any muscle on her slender little arms. She was as weak as the next woman of her size and completely unable to break out of this polymer cast!

Wendy was defenceless!

Wendy moaned in orgasm again, blissfully deep in worship. Most women in this situation might be angry or frightened, but Wendy was too horny to be either, the act of being in bondage that she genuinely couldn't break out of was a wonderful new pleasure for Wendy, making her unceasingly wet!

All around Wendy were an intimidating number of highly sadistic drop dead gorgeous French maids holding feather dusters, all of them smiling with chillingly extreme sadism as they played a game of "dust the statue".

Feather dusters stroked every inch of Wendy's bare skin, her feet and toes, her armpits, her sides, her tummy, her ribs and chest and tits, her entire face, her pussy, between her legs, her ass, every single inch!

Wendy was laughing hysterically when she wasn't moaning in orgasm, tickled extremely and completely unable to escape or make it stop. A bendy but stiff plastic ruler struck Wendy's bare bum hard through all the feather dusters, filling her with a wonderful thrill of pain, and other spanking implements struck her other ass cheek and her huge bulging breasts with meaty slapping sounds, causing thrills of fresh pain.

Wendy praised Slaanesh as this continued, savouring the feel of every tickle and pain, orgasming endlessly from the monstrously large dildos vibrating furiously inside her. The sweet worship of Slaanesh filled Wendy's soul, and she basked in her wonderful lust and sensation, so horny that it was spiritual.

Wendy had been a human statue for over a day now, and she still wore the rune covered leather strap play harness and leather cuffs and collar underneath the polymer cast, rendering her powerless. She now knew that she had been basically kidnapped, she had figured out that the runes somehow blocked her from receiving any telepathic messages directly from psykers, but inside this human statue cast Wendy was in no position to do anything about it.

Wendy could piss and shit in this polymer cast, she could breathe, she could eat and drink. Wendy in the polymer cast could be laid forward or back to let Ship-Mistress Victoria fuck her anus and pussy freely. Wendy was in no danger of death from this polymer cast, letting Ship-Mistress Victoria keep Wendy trapped like this for as long as she liked.

Wendy had tried to talk to Ship-Mistress Victoria about her captivity, but Ship-Mistress Victoria had reminded Wendy that she had no limits and no safe word, saying that she had every right to do this to Wendy. This was true enough, Wendy had agreed to submit to Ship-Mistress Victoria as her plaything until Mistress Lash said otherwise.

Wendy *could* get out of this by saying that she was ending her "relationship" with Ship-Mistress Victoria, basically breaking up with her, but this would end their friendship and cause a lot of bitterness and heartache. Ship-Mistress Victoria *was* someone that Wendy considered a friend, and a friend that Wendy wanted to keep.

The two friends were Slaanesh Champions, and friendships between Slaanesh Champions were almost invariably deeply kinky and sexual in the extreme. Bondage, torture, extreme sex, taking drugs together and other excesses almost invariably marked the friendships between Slaanesh Champions. Wendy in hardcore bondage like this was just how she and Victoria "hung out" as friends, it was a Slaaneshi thing.

Wendy didn't want to ruin her friendship with Victoria over this. She didn't mind any of this bondage and sex and torture and captivity, it was really fun and a really thoughtful gesture on Victoria's part. The only thing Wendy objected to was the fact that this was now interfering with Wendy's job.

Victoria was Wendy's friend, but Victoria obviously wanted to be more than friends, which made things even more awkward. Wendy didn't want to break Victoria's heart, she didn't want to make things weird with her friend, she wanted her to remain a part of her life. Wendy therefore hadn't refused when Victoria asked her out, simply saying that it was up to Mistress Lash to decide, and now Wendy was in some sort of "relationship" that she wasn't completely sure about.

Victoria was currently in sight of the immobilised Wendy, wearing terrifying dominatrix leathers and brutally whipping one of her crying sluts in an X frame, filling the dungeon with deafening whip cracks and screams of agonising pain and weeping from the crying slut. Wendy really needed to talk to her about all of this, but she didn't want to hurt her friend by saying the wrong thing.

Wendy sighed through her hysterical laughter and screams of pleasure and pain, knowing that she had to talk to Victoria about this.

"Ship-Mistress Victoria, we really need to talk…", Wendy called awkwardly in that distinctive way that everyone with a girlfriend dreads to hear.

Victoria spun around immediately with a look of trepidation on her face, obviously afraid of "the breakup talk", and Wendy felt bad.

The French maids all sensed the mood and stepped away from Wendy, turning off the dildo vibrators, and Wendy swallowed guiltily.

"What… (Gulp), what do you want to 'talk' about submissive?", Victoria said with obvious fear, looking as tragic as any other smitten sexual partner expecting a break up.

"I… I don't want to… To end anything special…", Wendy began guiltily, and Victoria sighed with slight relief.

"But I have a job…", Wendy carefully made this all about work.

Victoria sighed again and laughed slightly with relief that this wasn't a breakup talk. Wendy was really touched by how obviously smitten Victoria was with her, this was making Wendy feel really special and desirable.

"I absolutely LOVE this Ship-Mistress Victoria, but I have to go back to work…", Wendy said gently.

Victoria relaxed even more.

"You will go back… (Blush), But not until… Not until you… Fall in love with me…", Victoria said vulnerably, her beautiful pale cheeks blushing shyly with vulnerable embarrassment.

"Oh my dear Ship-Mistress Victoria. That's so sweet. (Blush), I am blushing now. You really mean it?, For me?", Wendy said shyly, blushing pinkly and feeling deeply touched by this.

Victoria was blushing hard and lowering her face shyly like a schoolgirl with a crush, Wendy was blushing just as shyly.

Slaanesh Champions could fuck anyone freely without it meaning much, but something as intimate as love could still make these brazen sluts blush. The body was defiled but the heart of a woman still remained under it all, a romantic heart that was still capable of genuine intimacy and emotion.

Wendy was still immobile in her polymer cast with her hands above her head in a praying gesture, she couldn't move her neck much in the cast, but she still managed to lower her blushing face slightly in shyness.

"I mean it…", Victoria said shyly, her aristocratic face blushing adorably in a way that was really touching and sweet.

"I… I'm polyamorous… It's… I could…", Wendy said with painful shyness, blushing and feeling so special that it hurt her chest with a wonderful gooey feeling.

"I… I'm not letting you go until… Until 'could' becomes 'is'…", Victoria said shyly, blushing hard.

Wendy blushed even more, her heart pounding with shyness. This was achingly romantic and touching.

Victoria blushed deep scarlet and forced herself to shyly stride forward, kneeling down and suddenly kissing Wendy passionately in her human statue bondage.

Wendy returned the kiss with equal passion, the two Champions kissing desperately and putting their tongues in each other's mouths energetically.

Wendy couldn't move, but if she could she would be wrapping her arms around Victoria right now as they kissed each other desperately. Her heart was mush right now, this was so romantic!

Victoria got her maids to lift Wendy up off the dildos and laid her on Victoria's personal bed on her back in the polymer cast, Wendy's legs held spread and her bare pussy raised in a vulnerable position.

Victoria paused only to put a condom on her erect hermaphrodite penis, Victoria's vagina glistening wetly under her towering penis. Victoria then crawled over Wendy and romantically penetrated her, kissing Wendy passionately as she fucked her.

Wendy was a strict lesbian, but Victoria was so obviously a woman born, the penis growing later only as a chaos gift, looking like a really sexy woman wearing an extremely lifelike dildo to Wendy's sight. Victoria was a woman with an attachment for added pleasure, and Wendy had no difficulty at all getting wet from her.

Wendy moaned with huge volume as she was fucked by her friend who loved her, kissing her friend passionately, feeling strangely shy but far less than before. The blushing was fading, the fear of embarrassment subsiding at the knowledge of mutual affection.

Wendy felt really touched and special as Victoria rearranged her guts, feeling safe and cherished by this deliciously dominant woman who was also her dear friend.

"I feel so safe with you Ship-Mistress Victoria,", Wendy said tenderly from her human statue bondage with Victoria's penis still inside her at the end of a mutual orgasm.

"Say that you love me, I need to hear the words.", Victoria replied seriously with a small adorable blush, still inside Wendy with her face pressing into Wendy's face intimately.

"I'm close, just be patient with me Ship-Mistress Victoria.", Wendy replied sweetly, kissing her lips again.

"How close?", Victoria pressed tenderly.

"I'm completely seduced, my heart just needs to catch up Ship-Mistress Victoria.", Wendy said fondly, giving another kiss.

"I love feeling you inside me.", Wendy added naughtily.

"Don't say 'I love' and then tease me with disappointment.", Victoria said in fond annoyance.

"Sorry Ship-Mistress Victoria.", Wendy replied fondly, giving yet another small kiss in her polymer bondage.

Victoria tickled Wendy's defenceless armpits in punishment, making Wendy squeal with laughter and go crazy squirming powerlessly in her polymer cast.

Victoria stopped, and kissed Wendy again, resuming her rhythmic penetration as Wendy moaned in bliss.

"That feels SO good Ship-Mistress Victoria, right in my G spot just like that.", Wendy moaned like a whore.

"Cum for me slut.", Victoria said dominantly, and Wendy happily obliged with a gasp.

"Now love me slut!", Victoria added dominantly as she fucked Wendy to multiples.

"I'm trying Ship-Mistress Victoria.", Wendy moaned orgasmically, passionately kissing her again.

"You are not leaving the human statue bondage until you love me.", Victoria proclaimed dominantly, penetrating Wendy forcefully right into the G spot.

Wendy blushed shyly, feeling so special at these words, this was SO romantic to Wendy!

"It won't take long when you are being so wonderful Ship-Mistress Victoria.", Wendy said tenderly, feeling really special.

"You will be my loving girlfriend in no time slut.", Victoria replied smugly.

"Secondary unofficial girlfriend for legal purposes I'm afraid Ship-Mistress Victoria, Mistress Lash holds official girlfriend position by both seniority of relationship and by right of being victorious in the suitor competition.", Wendy said apologetically.

Victoria hissed in jealous displeasure at these words, and slapped Wendy's face angrily in hurt feelings.

"Polyamory is fine Ship-Mistress Victoria, but my marriage is already arranged and my hand taken. Mistress Lash won my hand in marriage in a massive trial against countless rivals in an official competition. My hand in marriage is hers by *right*, my honour as a submissive *demands* that I marry Mistress Lash, it is nothing personal against you Ship-Mistress Victoria.", Wendy apologised feeling awful.

"I want equal rights to you, I am willing to share you, but I must get an equal share of your affections!", Victoria demanded in jealous anger.

"You will have to discuss that with Mistress Lash, I am a total power exchange submissive without safe word or limits, I am dominated *completely* by my dominant lovers. I get no say in the matter Ship-Mistress Victoria.", Wendy said apologetically.

"But SHE hates me!, She will just say no to spite me!", Victoria exclaimed.

"If that happens then I'm afraid my hands will be literally tied and I will have no choice but to obey her decision. I have exactly zero power in my relationships as a submissive, I have to do what I am told Ship-Mistress Victoria.", Wendy apologised sadly.

"In that case I will just keep you!, I won't give you back to HER unless she gives me her promise that I get my fair share of access to MY girlfriend!", Victoria said jealously, holding Wendy possessively.

"I… I know that I get zero say in this as a total power exchange sub, but I would rather not be permanently kidnapped away from my family Ship-Mistress Victoria.", Wendy said quietly, her mood growing cold now.

"You are right, you DO get ZERO say in this Wendy. This is between two Dommes fighting over one sub, you just be a good girl and do as you are told.", Victoria said dominantly.

"Yes Ship-Mistress Victoria… But if you want me to fall in love with you quickly… This isn't helping…", Wendy said respectfully but coldly.

Victoria paused at this, and then sighed and nodded slightly.

"I do care for you Wendy, I'm just scared of losing you. Jealousy is a horrible emotion to feel.", Victoria said more tenderly.

"I don't want to lose you either, you are a dear friend. And I think you are being unfair to Mistress Lash in assuming that she won't share me with you, she is a good person and a very reasonable person, she might surprise you with her generosity Ship-Mistress Victoria.", Wendy said seriously.

"I will contact her and ask… But I'm still not letting you go before you love me.", Victoria warned.

"I *do* care for you Ship-Mistress Victoria, you are my dear friend, I can easily love you with just a bit more romance. I'm all but smitten already after all of this sex and pleasure and romance these past days, you are melting my poor romantic heart.", Wendy promised fondly with a sigh, remembering all of the wonderful torture she had enjoyed.

Victoria kissed Wendy happily at these tender words, making Wendy smile.

"I am going to absolutely fuck your brains out, and I'm not going to stop until you are completely in love with me.", Victoria said, and fucked Wendy to complete pleasure oblivion long into the night.

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