Chapter 70H
Octavia felt like she had never left at all as she stood strapped to her X frame in storage with Fhimra, both tickle slaves still wearing their netball uniforms after returning to their regular netball practices. Octavia and Fhimra had both earlier been wearing socks and shoes but Owner Wendy had taken these off to tickle their feet for a while as soon as they got home from practice. Octavia's long curly brown hair was hanging loose like usual, but Fhimra had set her long blonde/brown hair in a pair of cute pigtails to look especially cute today, with bright pink elastic hair ties holding the adorable pigtails in place since this morning.
Netball practice had been fun but Octavia had forgotten a lot about how to play. The team had been very curious about where Octavia and Fhimra had been recently, with Octavia happily telling them that she and Fhimra had been on holidays together down on the planet. The team had pressed for details but Fhimra had been shy and ended the conversation for some reason, Octavia wasn't sure why Fhimra wanted to be so secretive.
Octavia hummed happily in her X frame, completely unbothered to be left in bondage like this. Fhimra was fidgeting a bit in her straps, complaining that she was itchy, but she was also resigned to her fate after months of being a tickle slave.
Chaquille was currently prancing around the dungeon singing hilariously as he mopped floors and cleaned, and Fetter was sadistically deliberately messing with the climate controls again to make Octavia and Fhimra get uncomfortably cold like she usually did, setting their nipples erect under their skintight Lycra netball tops. It was all so wonderfully back to normal.
"It's a bit late to leave us in storage, it's almost bedtime and we haven't even been tickled clean in the bath yet. I need my armpits tickled clean soon or I will smell, this deodorant I'm wearing from this morning doesn't last forever.", Fhimra fretted.
Octavia yawned sleepily in her X frame and nodded in agreement that it was unusually late to be bound in storage X frames.
"Maybe we will just sleep here tonight?", Octavia suggested, lowering her chin to rest on one of her huge Lycra clad boobs like a pillow with another yawn.
"I will be busting to pee by morning if that's true, I can't even pee without wetting my panties and netball shorts. We should be naked or at least bottomless so that we can pee on the floor if we are here for the night.", Fhimra complained.
"I hadn't thought about that. Yes I suppose that we will just have to wet ourselves.", Octavia pondered sleepily.
"I wish that Wendy would at least tell us what she plans when she does stuff like this, the uncertainty about what she will do to us is sooo disempowering.", Fhimra complained.
"We are *supposed* to be disempowered as her tickle slaves, we don't HAVE any power, that's the whole point. I find it really sexy having no power like this.", Octavia said naughtily.
"I definitely find it sexy as fuck being dominated completely like this, but I like to be informed beforehand of the things that will be done to me without my say in the matter. I don't want to challenge the decisions of my Dominatrices, I just want to know in advance so that I don't get worried.", Fhimra explained defensively.
"Not knowing is half the fun, so many wonderful surprises.", Octavia said happily.
"I will pray to Tzeentch in worship for a while, hopefully he will grant me a boon of knowledge about what Wendy has planned.", Fhimra told Octavia.
Fhimra began to chant in some bizarre sounding daemonic language sacred to Tzeentch, the words completely unknown to Octavia. Softly glowing blue energy blazed in the air around Fhimra in arcane patterns, the energy like blue fire but not at all hot. Fhimra's X frame was so close to Octavia that orbiting arcane symbols made of blue fire passed right through Octavia without harming her, she felt no sensation at all from the blue flames passing through her body, but she felt a wonderful feeling of hope each time the flames touched her.
Octavia didn't chant to Slaanesh right now, being too stupid to remember the correct words among other reasons not to, but in her own simple way she also worshipped her god. Octavia childishly prayed in common low gothic, saying the sort of prayer that a small child would pray.
"Thank you Slaanesh for Owner Wendy, and Fhimra, and Mistress Lash, and thank you Slaanesh for Augusta, and Liling, and their children, and thank you for Fetter and Chaquille and…"
Fhimra stopped her own chanting to giggle for some reason.
"You are absolutely adorable Octavia. You are praying to a terrifying nightmare fuel Lovecraftian warp god like a six year old girl praying to Jesus. I wish I could vid record this, it's adorable.", Fhimra laughed fondly.
"What are you talking about Fhimra?, I'm praying to Slaanesh not to anything bad or scary.", Octavia replied in confusion.
"Um… Yes… Yes of course my darling.", Fhimra replied diplomatically, (the diplomacy completely lost on Octavia who took the words at face value).
Octavia continued to pray childishly and Fhimra giggled once more, telling Octavia that she was adorably cute.
Octavia smiled at the compliment from her fiancée and kept praying for a while, getting confused and forgetting what she had prayed earlier, thanking Slaanesh for everyone she could remember.
Octavia's simple prayer was effective in drawing the attention of her god, and she felt her childlike soul getting comprehensively molested by her god, Slaanesh audibly promising in a reassuring whisper to give her yummy candy and toys and a puppy if she was "a very good little girl".
"By Tzeentch!", Fhimra exclaimed in disgust, hearing these words too.
"I will be a very good girl Slaanesh, the best girl.", Octavia enthusiastically agreed in religious joy, feeling her soul being molested worse than ever with extreme violation.
Fhimra shuddered and looked away until it was over, insubstantial ghostly semen dripping off Octavia and disappearing when it hit the floor.
"Here is your puppy.", Slaanesh said in a sexually satisfied tone, and a beautiful musky daemonic fiend of Slaanesh materialised in the room!
The fiend of Slaanesh was the size of a horse and was absolutely beautiful. It had two pairs of hoofed legs like a horse, with two additional front legs ending in vicious crab claws. It had a long scorpion like tail with a huge stinger on it, and under its body was multiple rows of huge human tits and a giant erect horse penis. It's head was long muzzled like an anteater with an astonishingly long tongue and a pair of huge black wet eyes. It had a long neck like a horse with a long mane of beautiful musky hair. It was absolutely beautiful!
Octavia was delighted and called to the "puppy", Fhimra screaming in horror. The fiend ignored Octavia and trotted over to Fhimra instead, extending its long tongue suggestively.
"Get away!, Don't you dare!", Fhimra squealed in protest.
The daemon "puppy" ignored Fhimra's protests and its long tongue disappeared up the leg of her netball shorts.
Fhimra went cross eyed and her paler face stripes blushed pinkly, her face grimacing in embarrassed pleasure.
"Don't you… Don't… Not in my ass… Oh…", Fhimra moaned in sexual defeat, making orgasm noises.
Octavia laughed happily as Fhimra moaned in orgasm and squirmed embarrassedly in her X frame, and Octavia joyfully called to her new puppy.
The puppy reluctantly pulled his tongue out of Fhimra's shorts and put his snout to Octavia's shorts leg, the long tongue shot up Octavia's shorts leg, under the leg hole of her panties and then slid astonishingly far up her ass!
Octavia cried out in orgasmic pleasure as the tongue snaked and writhed in her depths, the tongue so long and deeply up her ass that it came out of her open moaning mouth to lick her face all over!
Octavia had an instantaneous anal orgasm, followed by endless multiples from just her ass. The tongue end sticking out of her mouth slid down inside the collar of her Lycra netball top, lengthening to reach her armpit!
Octavia squealed with laughter as the daemon tongue energetically licked her extremely ticklish armpit, orgasming nonstop even as she laughed hysterically.
The puppy abruptly pulled its tongue all the way back into its mouth, disappearing from her armpit, vanishing down her throat, sliding around in her guts all the way out of her anus and out of her shorts.
"That was fantastic!", Octavia panted.
"No not me again!", Fhimra squealed.
Octavia looked to see the puppy's long whip like tongue poking out of Fhimra's screaming mouth and licking her face obscenely. The puppy's snout was down at Fhimra's shorts leg again.
Fhimra looked horrified but she was also grimacing desperately in orgasm, moaning her head off.
"This is gross!", Fhimra squealed orgasmically, the tongue sticking out of her mouth ruining her speech slightly making her voice sound weird.
"What should we call our new puppy?", Octavia asked Fhimra enthusiastically as the tongue protruding Fhimra's mouth snaked across Fhimra's face obscenely.
"We are NOT keeping this thing surely!?", Fhimra exclaimed.
"Of course we are keeping him, Slaanesh GAVE me this puppy for being such a good little girl!", Octavia insisted adamantly.
"Call him Rapey!", Fhimra exclaimed.
"Ray-Pea?", Octavia said curiously. "Okay, that's a cute name, he can be Ray-Pea the puppy.", Octavia conceded happily as Fhimra made sexually dismayed noises.
Ray-Pea continued to play with Fhimra like a playful puppy, and Octavia beamed happily as Fhimra screamed in (slightly violated) endless orgasms.
"What the hell is that?", Chaquille asked in alarm from a doorway, holding a mop and wearing only his leopard printed jockstrap.
Ray-Pea pulled his tongue out of Fhimra and turned around, bounding at Chaquille with astonishing speed!
Chaquille swung his mop to hit Ray-Pea in the head but the mop bounced off harmlessly and Ray-Pea was upon Chaquille, his huge horse penis snaking like an elephant trunk to get under and pull down Chaquille's jockstrap and then go up his ass in one fluid motion!
"Ah… What… You're a guy right?", Chaquille moaned gayly, making Octavia giggle.
"This still counts as gay sex.", Chaquille insisted hilariously as the horse sized daemon sodomised him.
For a time Octavia was completely distracted as her new puppy ran amok in the palace raping every living thing it could find, with Fetter currently looking shell shocked with her maid uniform and underwear torn to shreds by Ray-Pea's crab claws, the aforementioned Ray-Pea currently burying his huge penis down Fetter's throat.
"That things a fucking menace!", Fhimra exclaimed from her X frame, looking comprehensively orgasmed out.
"We're home!", the voice of Owner Wendy called from the distant front door.
Ray-Pea looked in the direction of the voice indecisively but continued mouth raping Fetter, and Owner Wendy soon entered the room to investigate all the commotion, accompanied by Mistress Lash, Owner Wendy dressed in her trademark Dominatrix outfit with the pussy flossing worn backwards G string, Mistress Lash dressed up as a geisha in a kimono with full face makeup and elaborate hair jewellery.
Ray-Pea galloped to greet the new pair, snout tip immediately disappearing inside Mistress Lash's kimono front at crotch level.
Owner Wendy moved with blurring speed to pull Ray-Pea's snout back out of there, pulling an astonishing length of ropey tongue out of the panties of the sexually gasping Mistress Lash. The tongue wrapped around Owner Wendy instead and the Slaanesh Champion calmly let it squeeze under her G string to go up her ass with an erotic moan, tolerating the presence of this daemon of her own god.
"Where did this fiend of Slaanesh come from?", Owner Wendy asked with a moan of pleasure as the daemon's long tongue poked out of her mouth and licked her face.
"Blessed Slaanesh gave him to me as a present during prayer for being such a good girl. He is my new puppy and his name is Ray-Pea.", Octavia happily explained.
"What have I said about pets?", Owner Wendy said sternly.
"But Ray-Pea was a GIFT from SLAANESH himself Owner Wendy!, PLEASE can I keep him?", Octavia begged hopefully.
"Not in the home!, You can keep pets OUTSIDE only!", Owner Wendy sternly commanded.
"But we don't have a backyard Owner Wendy, if I just leave him out in the public corridors he will run away or get hurt.", Octavia pleaded.
Owner Wendy paused at these reasonable concerns.
"Put a collar on him with your name and contact information and a homing beacon to locate him.", Owner Wendy offered.
"But what if somebody hurts him?", Octavia fretted.
"Daemons are immortal Octavia, at worst he would be returned to Slaanesh in the warp if he took too much damage.", Owner Wendy reassured.
"But I would miss him Owner Wendy.", Octavia adorably fretted tragically.
Owner Wendy sighed and looked down at the horse sized "puppy" that was enthusiastically licking her, obviously thinking.
"I don't want to be the one who has to walk it, I don't want to clean up after any mess it makes, I don't want to see it running free in the home. IF it is to stay then it will live in YOUR room and YOU will be responsible for it!", Owner Wendy said sternly, relenting very slightly.
"Um, hang on a minute, you want to keep it in OUR room Ma'am?", Fhimra asked worriedly.
"Do you have a problem with that Fhimra?", Owner Wendy asked warningly.
"Well, it's named 'Ray-Pea' for a REASON Ma'am. Among other things how are we supposed to get any sleep at night?", Fhimra quickly outlined her main issues with this plan.
"The two of you usually sleep in my bed anyway, I can hardly remember the last time either of you slept in your room.", Owner Wendy reminded Fhimra.
"Our clothes and other items are stored in our room Ma'am, every time I entered to get dressed or changed that… Creature, would do things to me.", Fhimra begged.
"It's between you and Octavia whether you keep that thing or not, I have been more than generous already agreeing to let you keep it at all.", Owner Wendy said with finality, obviously having completely lost her patience now.
"I'm home by the way.", Mistress Lash said sardonically.
Fhimra and Octavia remembered their manners and greeted her apologetically, asking her how she was after going to hospital.
"I have been better, and I did not expect to come home to… That…", Mistress Lash said seriously, glancing at Ray-Pea unhappily.
Owner Wendy easily used her daemonic strength to wrestle Ray-Pea into a neck collar and sturdy chain, dragging Ray-Pea away to Octavia and Fhimra's slave cell that everyone referred to as their bedroom, presumably locking Ray-Pea's chain to a wall to keep him inside. Owner Wendy soon returned without Ray-Pea.
Octavia and Fhimra were still stored in their X frames and still wearing their netball uniforms, and Owner Wendy reluctantly unstrapped the pair, who immediately went respectfully to Mistress Lash to greet her properly with a submissive cuddle and kiss on the lips.
Fhimra in particular kissed Mistress Lash passionately, thanking her in emotional tears for not leaving Owner Wendy for some reason, and Mistress Lash nodded with dignity and patted Fhimra's shoulder reassuringly, whispering things in her ear.
"I love you Mistress Lash.", Fhimra said gratefully and kissed her again in response to the whispered words.
"I guess that we had better have a bath and go to bed, you girls are sleeping with us tonight of course.", Owner Wendy ordered and Octavia happily agreed.
Octavia had a lovely time having her armpits tickled clean with soapy electric toothbrushes in the bath handcuffs, as well as the rest of her body. Owner Wendy lovingly shaved Octavia and Fhimra's bodies personally tonight, skilfully making their armpits and vaginas and legs shaved smoother than smooth could usually be smooth, lovingly using hot and cold water on a washcloth to force the hairs to poke out of the skin more for an especially close shave.
Mistress Lash was strangely aloof tonight in the bathroom and she merely washed and groomed herself alone, keeping her distance from the others. Owner Wendy gave Mistress Lash space, the pair of them barely speaking and apparently fighting right now.
Octavia, laughing ticklishly in her bath restraints, happily invited Mistress Lash to join them enthusiastically, and Mistress Lash very reluctantly joined them, singling out the restrained Fhimra and tickling her to hysterics in the bath water.
Octavia was not neglected, cackling hard as Owner Wendy's soapy fingers slid energetically over her ribs. Owner Wendy was smiling sadistically as she made Octavia laugh, and Octavia grinned happily at her wonderful sexy naked Owner.
Mistress Lash and Owner Wendy did not interact much the entire time, getting out of the bath separately and speaking to the tickle slaves rather than each other. Octavia dried herself with a fluffy white towel, wrapping her hair up in the towel after drying her body and standing naked in front of a bathroom mirror putting on scented roll on deodorant and expensive moisturiser and skin cream to keep herself beautiful.
Octavia used a hairdryer to completely dry her long brown curls, teasing her hair into a beautiful loose style that made her look especially beautiful in front of the mirror. Octavia didn't put on any makeup before bed, as this was a recipe for smudged pillows and unhealthy skin. She needed to let her skin air naturally at night without makeup for maximum skin beauty, letting the expensive moisturisers and skin creams do their job.
Octavia looked a bit different without the makeup but she was still a potently beautiful woman even without any makeup on at all. She didn't "need" to wear makeup but it still did make her look even better, some eyeliner and eyeshadow, some lipstick, it could draw even more attention to her face for maximum effect.
Octavia liked to sleep naked normally so she stayed naked for the night, leaving the bathroom with Owner Wendy and Fhimra, Mistress Lash having already left the bathroom and gone to bed.
Owner Wendy was also completely naked, as was Fhimra, and they looked incredibly sexy with their huge naked breasts fresh from the bath. Octavia stood between Owner Wendy and Fhimra, holding hands with both of them at the same time as they entered the bedroom.
The three women entered the huge bed, finding Mistress Lash already laying in the middle under the sheets, wearing elegant Asian sleeping clothes.
Owner Wendy looked at Mistress Lash hopefully and Mistress Lash sighed and nodded, gracefully removing her clothes under the sheets and pulling down the covers to show that she was naked.
Owner Wendy enthusiastically went to Mistress Lash and the pair held each other and kissed, beginning to have surprisingly kink-free lesbian sex together.
Octavia and Fhimra followed, laying down together, but they were both ignored by Owner Wendy and Mistress Lash so they instead began to erotically tickle each other to squealing laughter, wrestling naked as they caressed each other's ticklish naked bodies.
Soon they were borrowing one of Owner Wendy's double ended bendy dildos from a shelf of sex toys built into the bed headboard and fucking passionately as they tickle wrestled.
Octavia moaned and groaned in between her squeals of laughter, all wet and thrusting hard against the dildo inside her. She kissed Fhimra passionately as they tickle fucked, Fhimra also cackling ticklishly and moaning.
Octavia and Fhimra both cried out shrilly in orgasm multiple times, gripping each other tightly with their tickling hands in a lovers' embrace.
Owner Wendy was then suddenly tickling them both on the sides as they fucked, and the two tickle slaves exploded with frenzied laughter, their eyes wide with ticklish horror as Owner Wendy gave them absolute hell.
The twosome very quickly became a threesome, Owner Wendy replacing their double ended dildo with a triple ended bendy dildo, and Octavia enjoyed extremely hot ticklish sex until her vagina ached wonderfully in satisfaction.
Octavia yawned sleepily as she had the dildo pulled out of her, and she snuggled with Fhimra lovingly in a glorious naked cuddle of pure comfort under the sheets, yawning so heavily that she could barely kiss Fhimra.
Owner Wendy and Mistress Lash were both cuddling nearby and Octavia yawned again and began to drift off to sleep surrounded by women who loved her.
***…
The next morning after being tickled awake and doing various (rather ticklish) morning activities, Octavia entered her bedroom with Fhimra to check on Ray-Pea.
The furniture and walls and floors all within reach of Ray-Pea's neck chain were completely gashed and scratched and/or destroyed!, The bedroom was completely trashed!
Ray-Pea was even now gashing the sturdy chain with his huge crab claws, scratching the thick chain horribly but not (yet) having cut through it. Torn underwear from a nearby destroyed underwear box chest lay everywhere, with Octavia's huge O cup bras laying in pieces on the floor!
"Bad Ray-Pea!", Octavia scolded crossly and shook her finger at her naughty puppy.
Octavia strode forward to punish him, (Octavia still naked from bed last night), and Ray-Pea pounced on her as soon as she was close enough and fucked her vagina with his huge horse cock.
A little later Octavia was taking Ray-Pea for a walk in the public corridors outside the palace on a leash, tugging hard and brandishing a whip to try to keep her boisterous puppy under control as he went for a walk.
Other people kept backing away fearfully from the warp rape monster on a leash, and Ray-Pea kept "licking" people up the anus if they got too close, Octavia pulling angrily on his leash trying to control him.
"Behave yourself Ray-Pea, we are almost at the dog park cargo bay room thing!", Octavia scolded, whipping him in punishment (which only made him even more horny).
Pedestrians were screaming as Ray-Pea freely humped everything he could find, the crowded corridors in pandemonium as Ray-Pea went wild raping random members of the public.
Octavia had a rotten time leading her puppy all the way to an empty cargo bay room that had been converted into a dog park, entering to find many pet dogs running around barking at each other and chasing each other in games, dogs playing fetch with balls and other dog toys. The owners of said dogs looked at Octavia and Ray-Pea in absolute horror…
Octavia happily let go of Ray-Pea's leash to let her puppy run around and play…
Terrified dog yelping noises and yelling pandemonium from dog owners quickly followed, and Octavia picked up a ball and tried unsuccessfully to get Ray-Pea to fetch it.
"Ray-Pea, Ray-Pea fetch!", Octavia happily called to her pet, waving the ball enticingly.
"You named that thing Rapey and you brought it HERE!", One dismayed dog owning woman screamed at Octavia.
Octavia nodded stupidly in confusion and tried to get Ray-Pea to play fetch, Ray-Pea currently putting his tongue up the ass of a yelping poodle, his tongue coming out the poodle's yelping open mouth.
Gunfire suddenly erupted as dog owners pulled out pistols and shot Ray-Pea!
Octavia screamed in distress as bullets and lasers struck her poor puppy!
Ray-Pea moaned in pleasure from the pain and wafted his beautiful musky mane around, filling the air with suffocatingly strong musk.
Dog owners and dogs alike fell unconscious as they inhaled the musk, and Ray-Pea freely violated their sleeping bodies.
Octavia was not hostile to Ray-Pea so she was supernaturally unaffected by the musk, and she ran over to fuss over the bleeding gunshot wounds all over her poor pet. Ray-Pea responded to Octavia's concern by enthusiastically fucking her with his horse cock…
The dog park was much more peaceful now with everyone else asleep, and Octavia patiently tried to teach her puppy to fetch a ball, waving the ball frantically to try to get his interest. Ray-Pea looked at the ball briefly, but then he simply pounced on Octavia again and fucked her mouth with his horse cock. Octavia sucked off the huge thing but then tried to get him to fetch yet again, but he just wasn't interested in playing fetch.
Octavia eventually decided to take him home, walking past the entrance to a small cargo room converted into a children playground, the playground crowded with children…
Gunfire soon erupted yet again, and this time a full platoon of ship's militiamen in gas masks arrived, the soldiers all carrying rifles…
Octavia was sobbing at home a little later, holding the empty collar and leash of her poorly departed puppy. They didn't need to SHOOT poor Ray-Pea!
Fhimra and Mistress Lash both looked like they were trying very hard not to speak their true minds as they comforted Octavia with warm cuddles and sympathy.
"He's not dead, just banished back to the warp.", Fhimra reassured Octavia kindly.
"So we can summon him back?", Octavia sniffed hopefully.
Fhimra and Mistress Lash exchanged a glance at this and both frantically hurried to say that they shouldn't summon him back.
"But but, please!", Octavia begged in tears.
"Octavia, dearest, the commander of the ship's militia was very clear about this matter. If you weren't legally a chattel slave then you would be currently facing criminal charges for the actions of Ray-Pea under your care. Mistress Wendy now has to pay all sorts of compensation bribe money as your legal owner to settle this matter with the victims out of court.", Mistress Lash gently reminded Octavia.
"But he will miss me.", Octavia sobbed.
"He's currently happily running around beautiful meadows in the Slaanesh hells playing with souls and with other daemons, he is far better off frolicking around in the meadows than cooped up here with us.", Mistress Lash reassured beautifully.
"Really?", Octavia asked hopefully.
Mistress Lash and Fhimra both nodded energetically and both of them (very forcefully) reassured Octavia that Ray-Pea was better off back home with Slaanesh and that he was really happy.
"I guess that sounds nice, all those meadows for him to run around and play in.", Octavia reluctantly conceded, wanting her puppy to be happy.
Octavia was soon cheered up enough to feel a bit better, and Mistress Lash got Octavia to strip naked for tickle bondage, using a bamboo rod and ropes to tie Octavia hanging from the ceiling in extremely beautiful Japanese rope bondage.
Octavia had her arms stretched out straight to each side tied with looping ropes to a horizontal bamboo rod resting against the back of her shoulders so that she couldn't move her arms at all. Elegant rope work laced around Octavia's torso in a beautiful web pattern, and her legs were all elaborately tied back in the air above her bottom, the ropes and bamboo rod suspended from the ceiling by yet more ropes, with Octavia's long hair also tied with a rope to the ceiling to force her to keep her face raised up beautifully.
Octavia was defenceless and the fingers of Mistress Lash and Fhimra were soon all over her dangling jiggly body, making Octavia cackle and squeal.
Artificial happiness quickly engulfed Octavia and she was no longer capable of unhappiness for as long as the stimulation lasted.
***…
Fhimra the tickle slave felt gentle pleasure as she stroked her fingertips in Octavia's armpits, Octavia hanging suspended from the ceiling in Japanese rope bondage, completely naked.
Fhimra was currently wearing only a lacy white sexy J cup lingerie bra for boob support but no panties, deliberately completely naked but for the bra, bottomless to facilitate acts of penetration as she submitted to today's play time. This minimal attire was hardly unusual for Fhimra during bondage play sessions, tickle slaves rarely wore more than the skimpiest of underwear to expose as much skin as possible to the tickler's fingers.
Mistress Lash was also present and she wore a gorgeous red and black kimono, her face painted pure white with a few red and black painted dots and lines in a few places to add to the exotic effect, her hair done up elaborately and decorated with delicate white silver hair jewellery.
Together Fhimra and Mistress Lash tickled the naked Octavia in her rope bondage, eliciting hard laughter and much squirming, Octavia's astonishingly beautiful face split with hysterical laughter, her eyes clenched and lightly streaming tickled tears of laughter.
Fhimra felt pleasure as her fingers caressed the soft smooth skin of Octavia's perfect body, the sensual feeling of her fingertips sliding across highly feminine soft jiggling smoothness was pleasant in the extreme.
Octavia of course didn't mind her treatment in the least, enjoying even the most hellish tickle with orgasmic pleasure like she always did. Fhimra did not hesitate to give her absolute hell with her stroking probing fingers.
Mistress Lash was down at Octavia's hips, reaching under her body to squeeze her soft flat middle. Octavia was suspended at a very convenient height for standing women to tickle as easily as possible, most of her body hanging at roughly shoulder height for a standing woman.
Fhimra felt very calm as she helped to fiendishly tickle Octavia, thrilling with slight nervousness for her own turn of this but still very calm in the knowledge that she would enjoy it. Fhimra had already been very heavily tickled in bondage this morning and she fully understood that more today was a certainty.
For a while the pair tickled Octavia in silence, then Mistress Lash put a buzzing vibrator deep inside Octavia's pussy as Fhimra kept tickling her soft underarms.
"Thank you so much for staying Mistress Lash, I don't know how I can ever repay you but if you stay with Mistress Wendy permanently you will have my eternal gratitude.", Fhimra told Mistress Lash sincerely when the moment felt right.
Mistress Lash smiled but looked pained, and Fhimra tensed fearfully!
"I have only stayed this long for your sake, well mostly, it's complicated. I don't want to leave the woman I love, but I'm struggling to endure my submission. Every time I want to quit I think of you crying and I stay.", Mistress Lash said quietly.
Fhimra gasped, feeling incredibly touched and a little guilty, and she struggled to reply.
"I love you Fhimra, I want you to be happy. It's my choice to do this.", Mistress Lash said beautifully.
"I will never be able to give you enough pleasure to thank you Ma'am.", Fhimra replied emotionally.
"You can't repay me with pleasure that is already mine by right if I stay. You are already a tickle slave with no safe word, you will already give me pleasure at my slightest command anyway.", Mistress Lash chuckled charmingly.
"That is true Ma'am.", Fhimra chuckled submissively, getting a vaginal thrill from these dominant words.
"It goes without saying that I will vent all of my frustrations out on you going forward Fhimra, your past tickling was MILD in comparison to my coming wrath.", Mistress Lash warned deliciously, making Fhimra thrill bodily with wonderful fear and anticipation at the thought, slouching her basically naked body defensively in reflex.
"No slouching!, Posture straight!", Mistress Lash ordered strictly without hesitation.
"Yes Ma'am.", Fhimra said submissively and straightened her posture obediently.
"Your ticklish body won't be getting away so why even try to defend it?, You know what your life is like after so much experience.", Mistress Lash strictly dominated Fhimra.
Fhimra's vagina dampened wonderfully at these words and she submissively agreed, absolutely loving her lesbian BDSM lifestyle.
"I know full well what I am sacrificing for your sake Fhimra, and I expect you to be SUBMISSIVE, perfectly submissive. Can you submit to me completely like a good little slut?", Mistress Lash told Fhimra dominantly, making Fhimra dampen even more and enthusiastically agree.
"With complete submission Ma'am, how are you feeling?", Fhimra asked submissively.
"As I said, I'm struggling. I'm afraid, I'm anxious about the future, I am less happy than usual. I am really REALLY struggling with this switch Fhimra.", Mistress Lash admitted glumly.
"Do you want to talk about it Ma'am?", Fhimra offered sweetly.
"I *am* talking about it right now already.", Mistress Lash reminded Fhimra.
"Keep tickling Octavia.", Mistress Lash added, noticing that Fhimra had stopped without meaning to.
Fhimra resumed tickling Octavia's armpits, eliciting loud laughter that interfered with the conversation.
"I will endure if I can, but I am going to NEED your love and support to endure this long term. I'm going to get cranky, I'm going to get cross and want to quit. I am really serious that I expect absolutely PERFECT submission from you Fhimra to show me that you're not taking my suffering for granted. If I feel that you are taking me for granted then I am liable to lose my resolve.", Mistress Lash warned Fhimra with severe strictness.
"Yes Mistress Lash, completely submissive Mistress Lash.", Fhimra promised as submissively as possible.
"I still love Mistress Wendy, I want to stay if I can endure it. The relationship has many problems, but with time perhaps it can be done. I am certainly putting in the work for this relationship.", Mistress Lash added conversationally as she made Octavia squirt with the vibrator.
"You are absolutely amazing Ma'am.", Fhimra submissively praised her.
"I'm aware of how majestic Mistress Lash is.", Mistress Lash replied with delightful dominant arrogance.
"I love you so much Mistress Lash.", Fhimra submissively added.
"I love you too Fhimra.", Mistress Lash said fondly and dominantly grabbed her face and pulled her into a kiss.
Fhimra submissively returned the kiss warmly, and moaned as Mistress Lash assertively grabbed her wet vagina and slid three fingers inside her.
Fhimra stood still in perfect gentle submission as she was fingered, and she humbly asked for permission to orgasm, which was granted. Fhimra moaned hard as she came, and she was ordered to return to tickling Octavia.
Fhimra felt deeply thankful as she attacked the squirming armpits of the hard laughing Octavia, just so grateful for Mistress Lash enduring literal lifelong torture for Fhimra's sake. It was an astonishingly selfless act, it humbled Fhimra just to think about it.
Fhimra had been told earlier about the daemon whip incident that caused Mistress Lash to have an epileptic fit from the pain, but she respectfully asked Mistress Lash about it again just to make sure that she was okay.
"No I'm not okay after that terrible whip, the pain almost drove me insane. Mistress Wendy promised to never use it on me again and I want to forget all about it.", Mistress Lash answered coldly.
"I'm sorry for asking Mistress Lash.", Fhimra replied humbly.
"Don't apologise for being good.", Mistress Lash told Fhimra.
"Yes Ma'am.", Fhimra replied submissively.
"Tickle Octavia's ribs now, really get her good and make her laugh hard.", Mistress Lash commanded.
"At once Mistress Lash.", Fhimra submissively agreed and energetically attacked Octavia's ribs, making her squeal and scream with bodily heavy laughter, Octavia going absolutely mental bucking and struggling in her rope bondage to no avail.
"This is how I'm going to tickle you later Fhimra, so I want you to imagine how much this is going to suck for you as you tickle the living fuck out of Octavia's ribs.", Mistress Lash said sadistically.
Fhimra's vagina dampened like a flood at these words and she tickled Octavia's ribs as hard as she could, imagining it being done to herself!
Fhimra got so horny that it was almost gross as she fantasised while tickling Octavia, her vagina like a shot glass full of slime right now.
"Look at you springing a leak you little tickle whore, getting so wet and bothered thinking about Mistress Lash tickling your ribs.", Mistress Lash drawled dominantly, flustering Fhimra even more.
"I'm going to take out ALL of my frustrations on your ticklish body Fhimra, you are going to laugh SO much.", Mistress Lash warned, making Fhimra bite her lip and drip on the floor with tickle-masochistic arousal.
Fhimra was completely seduced by the time that Octavia was untied and Fhimra bound in her place, and Fhimra cackled with all her might as Mistress Lash ruthlessly attacked her ribs as warned.
Fhimra was tickled so long and hard that she wet herself, and tickled even more, going absolutely nuts in her bondage but getting paradoxical masochistic pleasure from this cruelty, vagina wet as a monsoon and dripping on the floor under her.
A vibrator soon put Fhimra out of her misery, she came hard as hard could be hard over and over more times than she could count, her rib tickling never once ceasing as she laughed hysterically through her orgasms.
Some time later Fhimra and Octavia were strapped in bondage to their dining chairs for a midday meal, legs and tummies and wrists bound fast to the chairs, cruel meals of bland diet foods on plates in front of them.
Fetter was (as usual) out of the kitchen and tickling Fhimra's neck and shoulders and ribs as she giggled and squirmed in her bondage, Mistress Lash ignoring this mischief as she sat eating her own much nicer meal. Octavia was pouting unhappily and squirming in her own bondage, begging and complaining that she wanted to be tickled too.
Fhimra giggled and squealed as Fetter's old fingers just about drove her nuts, squirming frantically in her bondage, every touch so ticklish that she just about jumped out of her skin in reaction!
The old Domme was absolutely merciless as she tickled the squirming Fhimra, taunting Fhimra mischievously as she tickled and teased her!
Fhimra was very used to this treatment, it was a routine every meal that Fetter would come out of the kitchen to single out and tickle Fhimra like this, it had been going on for months now!
Fhimra cried tears of laughter as her poor neck was played with, making her hunch her shoulders to try to protect her poor ticklish neck. Fetter simply tickled her shoulders and ribs when this happened, giving Fhimra no respite from her heavy giggling.
Fhimra didn't dare to say a word as she giggled and squealed, knowing from experience that anything she said would just make it worse, and Fetter gleefully played with Fhimra like the mean sadistic bully she was.
Fhimra was left giggling nervously when Fetter finally walked away from her, and Mistress Lash immediately replaced her, tickling Fhimra even more!
Fhimra was a bundle of laughter when Mistress Lash finally released Fhimra's wrists to let her eat, phantom tickles tingling all over the giggling Fhimra as she ate her horribly bland diet food.
Octavia was now squealing with laughter as she got to be tickled in her chair by Mistress Lash, and Fhimra hungrily ate all of her meagre food, drinking her small serving of fruit juice and copious glasses of unlimited water with great thirst. This lifestyle was extremely hard on Fhimra's body, the food was never enough to fully quench her hunger, she remained perpetually skinny and slender, her arms like twigs and her muscles small. She constantly drank water just to fill her stomach with something, but then she peed everywhere as all this fluid was tickled out of her again.
Fhimra suffered in silence and finished, her stomach and legs still strapped to her chair, she kept sipping more water to try to quench her hunger and silently worshipped Tzeentch to pass the time.
Octavia was being a child about her meal again and refusing to eat it despite being obviously just as hungry as Fhimra. Mistress Lash was sternly force feeding Octavia and making her drink water, beating her tits with a riding crop to make her unhappily cooperate.
After lunch Fhimra enjoyed a tiny amount of free time out of bondage as Octavia was punished and disciplined for her behaviour at lunch, and Fhimra spent the time sorting through all of the damage Ray-Pea had caused to their bedroom, salvaging everything she could find that was intact and putting the rest in a storage bin for Wendy to go through before deciding to fully dispose of the items. It was distressing how much stuff that vile rape daemon had destroyed, their slave bed was completely destroyed, as was much of their underwear and some other belongings!
The apprentices then loudly came over for afternoon education lessons with Mistress Lash, and Fhimra quickly went out to greet them and begin her afternoon tickle torture.
Fhimra entered the lunchroom where Octavia was still being whipped and beaten in her chair by Mistress Lash for her behaviour at lunch, finding all six of the sexy young Asian apprentice Dommes dressed up beautifully in mouth watering Dominatrix outfits and elegant exotic geisha costumes, all of them talking happily and helping to beat Octavia in her chair.
Fhimra gulped in submissive thrill at this room full of gorgeous Dominatrices, and she very respectfully greeted them in a soft shy voice, hanging her head in complete submission and placing her hands on her head in complete surrender to their domination.
Mistress Blade hurried over to Fhimra enthusiastically and kissed her assertively and passionately in greeting, making Fhimra groan with arousal and pleasure. Mistress Blade did not give Fhimra permission to take her hands off her head but she did hold Fhimra intimately with romantic desire, pressing her forehead to Fhimra's forehead very intimately.
"Mistress Wendy said yes, that we have her permission to get married if we want Mistress Blade.", Fhimra whispered softly.
"Really?, That's great news!, I told you that it would all work out.", Mistress Blade said in delight.
"My engagement to Octavia hasn't changed though Mistress Blade.", Fhimra submissively warned her.
Mistress Blade nodded and Fhimra submissively kissed her again.
Mistress Blade immediately found Fhimra's exposed bare armpits and tickled her playfully, grinning mischievously as Fhimra erupted into squealing ticklish laughter. Fhimra kept her hands on her head with extreme effort as she went crazy with laughter, thrilling with masochistic pleasure from this torment.
Mistress Blade didn't stop tickling the laughing Fhimra and other apprentices eagerly approached with sadistic expressions, greeting Fhimra happily with cruel smiles and helping Mistress Blade tickle her as Fhimra squealed with laughter and struggled to keep her hands on her head.
This was all completely normal for poor/slash/lucky Fhimra, and she enjoyed it even though it was torture at the same time, laughing her head off.
Mistress Lash organised her students for their afternoon education, and Fhimra and Octavia got the duty of being their practice subjects, tied up in all sorts of positions and having fiendish things done to their defenceless bodies. Fhimra was deliciously dominated and tortured and sexually interacted with, enjoying not just tickling but also whipping and spanking and clamps on her nipples and other wonderful things.
For a wonderfully long time Fhimra luxuriated in bondage, enjoying so many different sensations as she was completely dominated. Fhimra felt hypnotic in her blissful submission as she enjoyed her merciless bondage and discipline without a safe word, in her own extremely kinky happy place.
Fhimra lost count of both the time and her number of orgasms as she was used for Dominatrix training, her mouth making noises ranging from pain to ticklish laughter to hissing to moaning to speaking submissively to groaning and gasping and screaming and other noises.
Fhimra was freely dressed and undressed by the Dommes depending upon what they were doing, sometimes in her bra, sometimes naked, sometimes in adult costumes for costume play bondage, sometimes she was made to wear a diaper, sometimes she wore high heels or other footwear, everything was a blur of wonderful kinky heaven for Fhimra.
Mistress Lash reluctantly spoke to her apprentices about her personal life as she taught them, explaining that she hadn't returned to work yet due to just being discharged from hospital. She said that she and Mistress Wendy were "taking a break" from their Dominance and submission dynamics for the moment, Mistress Lash saying that she needed time.
"I will do everything in my power to make this relationship work, and I am genuinely interested to explore the submissive side of being a geisha.", Mistress Lash said with quiet grace.
"If you stick it out then you will be rich, that's what I keep reminding myself every time Samual tickles my armpits.", The beautiful Mistress Agony opined like a complete gold digger.
Mistress Lash politely ignored this comment, and Fhimra said not a word in her strict bondage, Fhimra currently completely naked and elaborately bound with ropes to a complex bamboo and rope 3 dimensional shape that held her legs and arms awkwardly raised and spread wide, forcing her to rest all of her weight on a cruelly thin rope hanging down between her legs from above, her weight forcing her pussy and anus and perineum to press agonisingly into the thin rope.
Fhimra's eyes were clenched slightly and her face grimaced in pain from resting all her weight on a rope between her legs that was little thicker than a string, the string bit deep into her ultimate soft spot but not quite enough to split the skin or draw blood. Fhimra's legs were raised up and spread awkwardly in such a way that she couldn't use her legs to lift herself up off the rope, and her arms were stretched straight out behind her back and pulled up with ropes, unable to take any weight themselves as they were painfully pulled already!
Apprentice fingers plucked Fhimra's pussy rope like a stringed instrument, making her grimace even more as her agonising crotch was vibrated, giving her a very painful sexual stimulation to the clitoris!
Octavia was bound identically in a matching bamboo frame, moaning in pleasure from her own pain and obviously enjoying herself.
The Dommes kept talking as Fhimra rested painfully on her pussy rope, and Mistress Blade waved lovingly to Fhimra and began tickling her raised feet!
Fhimra squealed with laughter and bucked and squirmed, a very painful mistake that dug the rope into her private parts even worse!
Mistress Blade grinned with sadistic romantic affection and tickled Fhimra relentlessly to make her buck and bounce on her rope even more!
Fhimra screamed in pain but she was also fountaining wet, the rope flossing her pussy all slimy as Fhimra got intensely horny from her masochistic pleasure over the pain. Fhimra looked at Mistress Blade with a desperate grimace of pain and lust, absolutely loving this sadomasochistic bullying.
Fhimra's toes were tickled fiendishly by Mistress Blade's cruel dexterous fingers and Fhimra cackled with frantic laughter, willing herself not to move but too damn ticklish to hold still, squirming and bouncing painfully on the rope repeatedly.
The rope to her pussy hurt like an absolute mother fucker!
Again and again her whole weight slammed down, digging the tight cord into her poor soft spot, making her cry out loudly in pain. This was so cruel and Fhimra LOVED it!
Mistress Lash was speaking about her relationship problems still but Fhimra was far too distracted to pay attention. Octavia was now laughing too as her own feet were tickled, squirming and bucking so that she also bounced down on her own pussy rope with Slaaneshi moans of agony and pleasure.
"No no!, You will saw them open if you keep doing that!, Here, lift them up off the loin ropes for a moment and I will wrap them in padding to protect them from injury.", Mistress Lash came to the rescue.
Fhimra was lifted up off her agonising rope by many apprentice hands and Mistress Lash wrapped the rope with soft cloth a few times before Fhimra was lowered back down, continuing over to repeat the process on Octavia. The rope still hurt a LOT, but Fhimra didn't feel like she would be cut by the rope this time.
Mistress Blade resumed tickling Fhimra's feet and toes, making her howl with laughter and buck and squirm so that she continued to bounce down on the rope painfully, the dry padded cloth soon soaked wet from how horny Fhimra got from this torture.
Fhimra could not deny her feelings for Mistress Blade as she inflicted this wonderful cruelty on Fhimra without mercy, this was genuinely romantic to the submissive masochistic Fhimra, just the way that Mistress Blade did it was romantic. She knew that Fhimra loved this sort of sexual lesbian bullying and she was deliberately trying to give Fhimra pleasure as a romantic gesture.
Fhimra could not deny that Mistress Blade was doing everything right, she was definitely Dominatrix wife material. Fhimra could well imagine herself enjoying a lifetime married to this wonderful Dominatrix, getting spanked and whipped and beaten, getting the urine tickled out of her in bondage. Mistress Blade would be an excellent wife for Fhimra beyond any doubt.
Fhimra felt really special as she was tickled and taunted into bouncing her pussy on the rope between her legs, this wonderful pedigree Dominatrix had singled out humble Fhimra alone of being worthy of her personal affections. It was really touching.
Fhimra enjoyed her between the legs torture so much that she eventually came from the rubbing of the rope, she felt so wonderfully dominated and content.
Fhimra was eventually taken out of the bamboo frame and strapped to a wheeled hospital bed with gynaecology stirrups and a pair of knee holding stands that her legs were strapped to, her arms resting strapped down to the mattress above her head, her vagina completely exposed and vulnerable in the gynaecology setup. Octavia was restrained in an identical manner to Fhimra, the Dommes practicing erotic gynaecology play now.
Mistress Lash held up an intimidating pair of blunt stainless steel medical tweezers and Fhimra flinched as hard metal pinched her labia tightly!
The apprentices all picked up stainless steel medical play implements of their own and Fhimra's many toes curled as her poor damp soft spot was mercilessly plied by hard metal!
"Look at these rope marks from her earlier bondage, (tut), I will have to put some *stinging* ointment on this so that it will heal properly, too bad that it will sting like an absolute nightmare for you Fhimra.", Mistress Lash drawled sadistically!
Fhimra gulped…
HOLY FUCK!
Fhimra screamed as burning chemicals were heavily smeared all over her rope marks between her legs, it BURNED!
"I definitely think you need even more Fhimra, in fact I don't think that it's possible to put TOO much on your poor little boo-boo.", Mistress Lash softly taunted with diabolical sadism!
The burning chemical was smeared on more and more thickly until Fhimra was literally crying from the pain, but Fhimra was so masochistic that she was like a lake under all the ointment!
Octavia was also crying out in pain and pleasure as she was also tortured with stinging ointment, the Dommes were laughing at the suffering of the two slave girls and it was just SO HOT to Fhimra's sexuality!
Fhimra yelped as gynaecology tortures were further practiced upon her burning pussy with cruel stainless steel tools, crying out in pain as sharp agony filled her poor soft delicate stripy wet flower. It was hard pain but it was a GOOD pain, Fhimra so wet that it was almost gross.
Wendy Sevenson then arrived during Fhimra's vaginal torture, and the entire room went icy with hostility towards her, the apprentices all strongly disliking Wendy at the moment.
Mistress Lash had the good grace and maturity to put aside her emotions and go to Wendy, greeting her with a kiss and welcoming her home like a mature adult would. Mistress Lash didn't do petty bullshit the way so many other women did, she was consistently the voice of reason and the adult in the room.
Wendy hugged Mistress Lash fondly and spoke softly to her so that no one else could hear, kissing her cheek and being affectionate.
Wendy and Mistress Lash held hands and walked back together to the bound Fhimra and Octavia, looking sweet together in a way that suggested that they had made up at least on the surface.
The apprentices coldly greeted Wendy, and Wendy had the good grace to accept this coldness and respond to it with warmth.
Wendy went over to kiss Octavia, who was as frantic and excited as a jubilant puppy at the arrival of her Owner, and Fhimra was also erotically kissed on the lips in greeting by Wendy, Fhimra dampening slightly (more) from the kiss of the beautiful sexy Wendy.
Wendy stroked Fhimra's armpit as she broke the kiss, making Fhimra laugh and squeal and squirm in her bondage, and Wendy stroked Octavia's armpit with her other hand, standing between their adjacent gynaecology beds as the two tickle slaves laughed ticklishly and thrashed about.
Wendy's mischief was no impediment to the gynaecology torture practice, no one caring if the slaves laughed or not, and Wendy kept happily tickling the pair on the armpit as cruel implements resumed pinching and hurting their vaginas. Fhimra hissed and yelped in pain whenever she wasn't screaming with laughter, this was SO MEAN and she absolutely loved it!
After FAR too long Wendy stopped tickling Fhimra and Octavia, and she took Mistress Blade aside for a private conversation out of earshot of anyone else.
Fhimra blushed guiltily and turned her head to look at Octavia, feeling bad for hedging her bets like this.
After truly terrifying amounts of tickling and bondage and sexualised torture, Fhimra was in the bathtub using an electric toothbrush to scrub soap into the handcuffed Octavia's armpit, making the insanely beautiful woman laugh hard with a beautiful very pleasant and sexy sounding laugh, her perfect face cackling hard in a huge tormented grin.
Fhimra enthusiastically used liquid soap on her hands to lather up Octavia's monstrous pale tits in the bath, erotically feeling every inch of the mighty jiggling O cups, cupping and squeezing and fondling in erotic delight. These huge perfect tits were Fhimra's by right, she had EARNED the right to have bath time access to these tits, after a long day of gruelling tickle torture it was nice to unwind and enjoy the jiggling fruits of her struggles and suffering.
Fhimra did not hesitate to enjoy the erotic perks of her tickle slavery, having a great time with Octavia's delicious naked body chained defenceless in the bath. Lovingly she lathered the soap right under the tits, getting every hidden overhung fold at the base of the huge organs. Fhimra lovingly tickled these soapy breasts with her fingers, making Octavia giggle and laugh beautifully.
Fhimra was extremely fastidious in tickling Octavia clean, completely obsessed with this woman and going to obsessive lengths to groom her and clean her comprehensively. Octavia was an absolute delight to tickle clean like this, warmly receptive in the extreme and wonderfully affectionate.
Octavia hungrily kissed the air when she wasn't laughing, trying to reach Fhimra's lips to passionately kiss her. Fhimra smiled at this blazing romantic receptivity, and she kissed Octavia heavily even as she tickled her body clean.
Wendy and Mistress Lash were fondly watching the two tickle slaves at play but they didn't interfere, the two tickle slaves usually independently managed each other's nighttime hygiene like this as a treat for enduring the day of tickling. The pair of tickle slaves were just as dominated and controlled tickling each other as they were when being tickled by their Owners, they still had no power and no escape, they were still tickle slaves even now.
Fhimra finished tickling Octavia clean but didn't release her yet, enjoying touching her beautiful perfect body and marvelling over her fortune to possess this precious woman. Fhimra explored her entire body, feeling exquisite feminine smooth jiggliness and soft pale sexiness, her skin so soft that Fhimra's fingertips sank slightly into this extremely soft skin like a very soft and spongy cushion made of perfect female skin.
Octavia was such a slender little thing for one with such massive massive tits, she was fed so SO little food each day to keep her as skinny as a super model, but she still obviously had some sexy meat on her from all the times she cheated her strict diet at every opportunity. Her long hair was about the only part of her body that was her original form before the comprehensive plastic surgery, dark brown curls that could be found on almost any woman of roughly European ethnicity.
Judging by everything Fhimra knew about Octavia's original appearance, Octavia was most likely some sort of Italian ethnicity, though definitely not pure blooded Italian. Her entire tribe was distinctly Roman in the names and words they had used for everything, her extinct tribal dialect appeared to be some very bizarre bastard pidgin offshoot of Italian as far as Fhimra could fathom. Her accent was very pleasant and distinctive, not a straight Italian accent but definitely having some Italian characteristics in her accent, her voice very beautiful and seductive sounding.
She wasn't at all dark skinned, but she wasn't quite as lily white as Wendy either, with a very pleasant slight touch of Mediterranean pigment that had been subsequently bleached pale by prolonged time in the dark living amongst Night Lords. She had brown eyes like most Italian women, with slightly dilated pupils from living in low light conditions so much.
The rest of her face was lost to plastic surgery, making it difficult to tell what she had originally looked like, but old photos of her showed a surprisingly unremarkable woman of mixed Italian descent, pretty but not remarkably so, with curly dark brown hair, brown eyes, a different nose, different cheeks, different lips, different everything, her entire original face erased for Wendy's pleasure.
Kinky Italian girls who were into tickling and other rough stuff were so common that it was almost a stereotype, Octavia was hardly the first and wouldn't be the last. Crazy in the sack and crazy out of the sack was the stereotypical Italian woman, sanguine and fire blooded, full of passion and a little bit crazy. Octavia was more gentle and submissive in temperament than the stereotypical fiery Italian woman, but she was still delightfully nuts and like a daemon in bed.
Fhimra smiled as she touched this woman all over, HER woman. This delightful, kinky, batshit crazy, dumb as a bag of rocks, passionate, sincere, wonderful woman was Fhimra's fiancée.
Given the opportunity Fhimra would marry this crazy kinky girl and enjoy her forever. Losing this exquisite delightful loving creature would hurt Fhimra, Octavia was just so intrinsically loveable and attractive and pleasing that her loss would REALLY hurt Fhimra. To taste the love of this woman and then have to forgo it forever would be like a stab through the heart with a shard of ice, it would be like leaving warmth to go swimming in liquid nitrogen.
Mistress Blade was exquisite, but Octavia was special, Octavia was beauty and pleasure and warmth and love and crazy fun adventures.
Here naked in the bath Octavia was absolutely heavenly, and Fhimra desired Octavia so strongly that it was scary.
That night after their bath the pair of tickle slaves snuggled together naked under the bedsheets, their wrists handcuffed behind their backs in fluffy padded "sleeping handcuffs" but still no impediment to snuggling and kissing.
Fhimra's pleasure was complete as her sadomasochistically abused stripy body relaxed and rested snuggling against the love of her life, heads sharing a long pillow as they softly kissed sleepily.
Fhimra didn't want to leave Octavia, she was simply too pleasant to ever willingly give up. Please Tzeentch let me keep her!
"I miss Ray-Pea.", Octavia whispered sadly just before the pair of them fell asleep…
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