Chapter 62H
It could not be overemphasised just how much CONFUSION reigned in orbit of Autoclave as the Sevenson Cartel tried to make sense of the diplomatic missions from Gåëḻįxčûßṟæ.
Completely without warning a fucking Overlord class Battle Cruiser had arrived with a small number of Endeavour and Endurance class light cruisers, looking for all the world like a small battle fleet consisting of a capital ship and its support cruisers in battle formation!
The Sevenson Fleet had been spooked by the sight of the Overlord class Battle Cruiser, and rightly so. The Overlord class of Battle Cruisers was considered "a poor man's Retribution class Battleship", basically a "pocket battleship" with absolutely enormous firepower on a cruiser sized hull!, A true battleship took over a century to build in the shipyards of Jupiter or one of the most advanced forge worlds, whereas an Overlord Battle Cruiser could be built in a single decade and in less advanced shipyards. The Imperium churned these horrifying ships out regularly, much to the horror of their enemies!
Overlord Battle Cruisers were about the most dangerous ships you could find short of a true battleship, and the Imperium indeed used them as a cost saving alternative to true battleships, with the majority of sub-sector battle fleets having at least one of these "pocket battleships" in their inventory to act as capital ships. An Overlord could take on even the most over gunned Ork kill kruizer and win the fight easily, they were ships specifically designed to kill other warships, with no other purpose than completely dominating enemy lines in a traditional naval battle.
The Nightmare Asylum could take on an Overlord Battle Cruiser and kill it, but not without taking damage. The Overlord carried copious numbers of thermonuclear torpedoes designed to penetrate straight through energy void shields to get at the ship hull underneath, and that was only the beginning of their armaments. The broadside batteries of an Overlord were very heavy macro cannons with atomic bomb shells that could obliterate anything they hit, but worst of all were the dorsal laser lance batteries. An Overlord had absolutely enormous nuclear fusion reactor decks for a ship of its size, with multiple times the number of reactors usually required to power the engines and other systems of a ship of its tonnage. ALL of this additional power was directed straight into the dorsal lance batteries!
The lance strike of an Overlord class Battle Cruiser could burn a hole clean through an unshielded enemy capital ship, the overpowered laser lance beams also had an extremely long range rivalling the range of a battleship!
The Nightmare Asylum would easily kill an Overlord, BUT the Nightmare Asylum WOULD get at least one laser hole burned right through it in the process. The Sevenson Cartel would… Rather not, be on the receiving end of this sort of firepower…
The relief had been palpable when the Overlord Battle Cruiser and its support fleet had signalled that they were here on peaceful diplomacy, but this relief had transformed into considerable confusion when every ship in this fleet had then made completely different and even contradictory demands, confusing the hell out of everyone.
The rest of the newly arrived Gåëḻįxčûßṟæ fleet in orbit of Autoclave was made up of Endurance and Endeavour class Light Cruisers, both mass produced products of (predominantly) the bloated shipyards of the forge world of Voss in the Segmentum Solar. These ships were common as muck in pretty much every battle fleet in the galaxy, light cruisers specifically designed to support capital ships in massive traditional fleet engagements.
An Overlord Battle Cruiser supported by a small fleet of Endurance and Endeavour Light Cruisers was a standard battle lineup for many an Imperial Navy fleet, and seeing this lineup gave the Sevenson Cartel bad memories of the disastrous Hapela Theta Rho space war…
The Cartel had seen just how dangerous this particular combination of ships could be, and being in a state of CONFUSION about their motives when encountering such a fleet had the Cartel especially spooked.
The Sevenson Fleet was in chaos as this uncertainty reigned, with everyone who could fearfully evacuating the planet to orbit and scattering across the various ships. Against the lance batteries of the Overlord the Nightmare Asylum hull armour was completely useless, only the void shields would protect it. No one wanted to find themselves in a section of the battleship that randomly got a hole burned right through it, and people were fleeing the battleship by the million to inhabit less important ships and space stations, knowing that the battleship would be the number one priority target if things went wrong.
Wendy Sevenson knew where Octavia and Fhimra were, but she had made no attempts to retrieve them from the tiny Iconoclast Destroyer Midnight Stalker. The tiny destroyer was parked in orbit on the other side of the planet from the stranger fleet, with an entire planet between them and the guns of the battle cruiser. It was a very safe place to leave Octavia and Fhimra in this time of uncertainty.
Wendy herself was currently on board the 109 Moons of Vem Omicron owned Firestorm class Frigate "Viper's Venom", the ship captained by Ship-Mistress Victoria Isabella De Sade the Third, the Chaos Champion of Slaanesh who was a high ranking chapter serf of the Spitting Vipers 9th Company and in command of this frigate. This was a very deliberate and calculated choice of location by Wendy, as available military intelligence indicated that the planet Gåëḻįxčûßṟæ was almost completely dependent upon the 109 Moons of Vem Omicron for food imports. The Gåëḻįxčûßṟæ ships wouldn't DARE fire upon any ship bearing the heraldry and electronic identification of the Spitting Vipers, they would be instantly black listed from their food exports and be ruined.
The command bridge of the Viper's Venom was filled with highly disciplined chapter serfs specialising in various crew roles, bustling with activity as crew manned cogitator stations and instrument panels, as others walked swiftly in perfectly disciplined steps in perfectly neat uniforms. On a magnificent captain's throne reclined the arrogant dominant Ship-Mistress Victoria Isabella De Sade the Third, wearing the stunningly elegant and authoritative uniform of a Ship-Mistress of her chapter, gazing around the command bridge with absolute dominance.
The bridge crew were very conspicuously broadcasting an electronic identification signal to the battle cruiser and it's fleet, telling them that the Firestorm Frigate was the property of Vem Omicron and strictly neutral in any potential war between the battle cruiser and the Sevenson Empire. The battle cruiser and other ships were broadcasting acknowledgment signals to the Viper's Venom and other Vem Omicron ships, confirming that they were considered completely neutral. Wendy inwardly sighed with relief, she was completely safe onboard this ship.
Wendy was currently completely naked but for a figure hugging bondage play harness of rune carved black leather straps, the straps narrow to expose as much bare skin as possible, her breasts and vagina and anus completely bare in the harness. As well as the play harness Wendy wore black leather straps with harness rings on her wrists and ankles, and a matching black leather submissive collar on her neck, her head bare and her long brown hair hanging loose and flowing beautifully.
Wendy was unbound and currently holding completely still on her hands and knees just in front of the Ship-Mistress's command throne, with the deliciously dominant Ship-Mistress Victoria resting her cruel stainless steel high heeled Dominatrix boots on Wendy's back like a footrest. Wendy was very happy with her current predicament, getting delicious pleasure from this beautiful domination.
The high heels shifted slightly to dig the sharp stilettos into Wendy's flesh, and Wendy moaned softly in sweet pain, silently worshipping Slaanesh in religious bliss.
Around Wendy on the floor reclined the leather strap clad forms of Ship-Mistress Victoria's six naked submissive sluts, all of them beautiful young long haired white French women, the six all in submissive awe of their Ship-Mistress and openly worshipful towards the deliciously authoritative sadist.
Wendy would *eventually* be given the task of negotiating with this new fleet, but at present Wendy had received no orders of any kind.
At least, Wendy hadn't had the opportunity to even check for orders ever since she arrived on Ship-Mistress Victoria's ship…
Wendy could well imagine no end of frantic attempts by her mother the Matriarch to contact her to give her all sorts of orders, with Ship-Mistress Victoria simply arrogantly refusing to pass this information on to Wendy, but Wendy was in no position to even find out without Ship-Mistress Victoria's permission.
The moment Wendy had stepped aboard she had been met personally by Ship-Mistress Victoria who had immediately bossed the highly submissive Wendy around, being stripped naked and having her vox phone and other belongings confiscated, and being ordered to put on submissive leather straps and submit completely to Ship-Mistress Victoria for her entire stay. Wendy had been literally under her boots pretty much ever since, following her everywhere including the toilet, never having a moment of freedom to do anything else.
Wendy had been wonderfully beaten with a riding crop, whipped, trampled, tickled, humiliated, fucked, cummed on, and other wonderful things ever since arriving, submitting completely to the delicious hermaphrodite in ecstasy. Wendy hadn't dared to disrespect Ship-Mistress Victoria by asking her any questions about having received any messages for Wendy, simply enjoying the wonderful submissive ecstasy. It was insulting to even imply that Ship-Mistress Victoria was deliberately hiding orders from Wendy, and it would result in the most vicious punishment if Wendy asked only to find no order had even been sent.
Ship-Mistress Victoria swotted down her riding crop hard on Wendy's bare bum with delectable pain, and Wendy moaned with masochistic pleasure.
Ship-Mistress Victoria got up, grabbing Wendy by the hair, and Wendy was forced to crawl after her to reduce the pain in her hair. The six submissive sluts also crawled after their Ship-Mistress, and the arrogant woman strode slowly to let the crawling women keep up.
"Watch officer, I am returning to my quarters. You have the bridge.", Ship-Mistress Victoria called imperiously over her shoulder without even looking, and Wendy was too busy crawling to even look back, hearing only a respectful reply from some officer.
Wendy's knees hurt wonderfully as she crawled across hard metal decks, the crawl disappointingly short as the Ship-Mistress had her magnificent quarters just behind the command bridge, and Wendy crawled into an opulent dungeon palace filled with luxury, currently crawling across a polished white marble floor that hurt the knees exquisitely.
Ship-Mistress Victoria was greeted by a huge staff of maids and other all female servants, and she arrogantly accepted their greetings, immediately gesturing to a handmaiden to remove Ship-Mistress Victoria's clothes for her. Ship-Mistress Victoria held still as she was stripped completely naked, rewarding the handmaiden for her troubles by making her perform fellatio on Ship-Mistress Victoria's hermaphroditic penis.
The naked hermaphrodite made a subtle gesture, and a condom was put on her penis by the mouth of a French maid. The Ship-Mistress then came up behind the crawling submissive Wendy, and Wendy moaned as the condom clad penis penetrated her wet vagina.
Wendy was wonderfully sexualised over the coming hours, licked all over her skin and plied with sensation, completely submissive as the most erotic things were done to her.
She found herself hanging bound in ropes doing the splits, her wet wet pussy hanging right above a crackling arcing electric taser. Wendy was so wet that drips kept forming on her moist folds, the drips hanging lower and lower as they grew, until the drips touched the crackling electric arc, giving Wendy an agonising jolt to the pussy until the drip fell, followed by another drip forming because she was so damn wet from this!
Wendy screamed orgasmically as another drip grew to touch the electricity, the electric agony wonderfully hard, and the drip kept growing in the electricity, perpetuating the shock!
The agony was exquisite until the drip fell off onto the insulated plastic between the taser electrodes, and Wendy got so wet from this agony that soon another drip grew on her folds to just touch the current, giving fresh agonising pleasure.
Ship-Mistress Victoria was currently playing with one of her other sluts leaving Wendy in bondage like this to enjoy the "pussy shocker", and Wendy luxuriated in her agony like a complete pain slut.
Scantily clad French maids with feather dusters were moving around the dungeon room Wendy was in, dutifully "dusting" the bare feet of sluts trapped in bondage, the dungeon filled with their ticklish laughter.
One of the French maids started feather "dusting" Wendy's bound right foot, and Wendy squealed with laughter, the feather duster incredibly tickly on her bare foot, and the laughter shifted Wendy so that the tip of one of her damp pussy folds actually touched the taser arc!
Wendy screamed piercingly as her labia was electroshocked unceasingly, squirming frantically to get her fold just above the taser arc!
Wendy got her labia only just clear of the electricity, only to notice that her foot was still being tickled by a feather duster!
Wendy laughed herself silly until her labia touched the taser arc again!
The French maids in this dungeon were absolutely SADISTIC, with cruel grins on their faces as they used feather dusters on restrained women in predicament bondage!
Wendy soon had three of the sadistic maids tickling her, one on each foot and one on her ribs and sides and armpits, the feather dusters tickling her to howling laughter broken by screaming when pussy folds or wetness drips touched the crackling taser arc!
The sexy maids were wearing exceedingly little clothing, the maid costumes just adult play outfits that left little covered, and all of them were gorgeous women with mouth watering busty hourglass figures. Wendy was SO wet from their sexy appearance and cruel touch, but this just made more drips to electroshock her pussy!
Wendy was tickled so much by the feather dusters of the sexy French maids that she wet herself… All over the taser arc!, OUCH!
Wendy's pussy was in electric agony as she wet herself empty in a long stream, and the pain was so intense that she had a hard orgasm, squirting juices on the taser arc to get zapped even more!
The maids were absolutely merciless, giving Wendy and some other sluts absolute hell with the feather dusters, the maids never stopping as they dusted ticklish skin and said praises to Slaanesh in intoxicating French accents.
Wendy enjoyed this merciless cruelty, laughing hysterically when she wasn't screaming in pain, and it went on for abusively long before Ship-Mistress Victoria came to collect Wendy for some personal play time.
Wendy had her strap clad ankles resting to either side of her head as Ship-Mistress Victoria fucked her wearing a condom, and Wendy was moaning her head off in multiple orgasms. The sadist was utterly sexy, her long silver hair and youthful face stunning, repeatedly licking Wendy's face dominantly in a way that felt fantastically erotic.
Wendy moaned herself hoarse as she was fucked wonderfully, and Ship-Mistress Victoria started kissing her passionately as she pounded her to oblivion.
The pair changed positions frequently, Wendy bent into all sorts of positions, and the orgasms continued, the pair kissing desperately when they were in a position that allowed kissing.
Wendy now had her legs wrapped around Ship-Mistress Victoria in the missionary position, and the pair kissed desperately as they both climaxed in mutual worship of Slaanesh. The pair panted in the aftermath, private parts still joined with only condom latex between them, and they continued to kiss passionately for a long time.
Ship-Mistress Victoria gestured for one of her sluts to cover the pair with a sheet, and they kept kissing in the sheets, not even having sex now though still joined intimately in intercourse.
The pair didn't speak, just kissed heavily, and Wendy felt very safe and comfortable in this situation at the end of a day of wonderful fun. Wendy wasn't afraid of punishment, she just wanted to kiss and cuddle at the end of wonderful hot sex the way that women do.
"I might just keep you.", Ship-Mistress Victoria purred greedily.
Wendy submissively held silent, simply kissing her again as though she hadn't spoken.
"We make a good pairing, two Slaanesh Champions, one Dominant one submissive. We could explore so many pleasures together, I could dominate you completely and force you to endure the furthest reaches of sensation and experience. I will torture you exquisitely.", Ship-Mistress Victoria said hungrily.
"It is the decision of Mistress Lash alone Ship-Mistress Victoria, my own will in the matter is irrelevant.", Wendy said apologetically.
"Well until she comes to collect you, I claim you as my new plaything.", Ship-Mistress Victoria amended.
"Yes Ship-Mistress Victoria.", Wendy humbly agreed with a thrill of arousal.
The pair were still joined at the crotches so Ship-Mistress Victoria simply continued fucking Wendy greedily, making her moan wonderfully.
***…
Octavia moaned like a complete slut as yet another man with Down syndrome pulled out of her and poured the contents of his soiled condom into Octavia's cone of shame, men around them cheering and laughing as yet more cum was added to the cone. The crew of the ship had childishly decided to try to fill her entire cone of shame up to the brim with cum as a game, and thousands of men were enthusiastically taking part, as was the childish Octavia.
Octavia's arms were still locked tightly to her sides in her torso chain, and she still wore her cone of shame and electroshock punishment neck collar to stop her tampering with the cone. Apart from this she was completely naked, and she was laying on her back on a table in one of the ship's crew mess rooms, with her legs spread wide hanging over the edge of the table, the cone of shame carefully kept balanced by giggling men with juvenile levels of maturity.
Octavia herself was childishly enthusiastic about this game, encouraging the men to fill her cone with cum with giggling excitement.
"My nipple is almost underwater… Under cum?, My nipple is almost under!, Quick we need just a bit more to cover it!", Octavia energetically encouraged the men with childlike enthusiasm, really getting invested in this funny game.
Through the transparent cone of shame Octavia could partially see her monstrous breast partially covered with stitches, the bulging giant breast intimidatingly tall in the cone like a huge mountain of soft fat and silicone. On all sides of the breast was a slimy gelatinous mixture of cum and dropped condoms from a huge number of men, the cum almost up to her nipple by the feel of it on her skin. It was amazing how many men it had taken just to not even completely submerge her breast to the nipple, it would take a LONG time and a LOT of men to fill the entire cone to the brim, but Octavia and the men were all equally eager to try.
Octavia moaned as another funny faced Down syndrome man entered her pussy, and a second Down put his condom covered dick in her mouth, which she sucked enthusiastically.
The two men soon groaned loudly in climax, and both Octavia and the crowd enthusiastically encouraged them to put it in the cone, both Downs lazily dropping the entire condoms into the cone with splat noises.
"My nipple still isn't under, more men!", Octavia encouraged with animated enthusiasm.
More men obliged, making Octavia moan like a whore, but the cum was still not enough!
One of the men fondly gave Octavia some water to drink as yet another man fucked her back end, and Octavia smiled warmly at the man who gave her water, begging for some yummy food as yet another full condom was emptied into the cone of shame.
Octavia was distracted by yummy junk food as she was fucked by yet more men in the lower holes, and men smiled at Octavia fondly as she happily ate, the men growing very fond of the beautiful happy adorable slut.
"Just a few more!", crew men urged their fellows, men looking eagerly at her nipple poking just above the cum.
Intellectually disabled men eagerly fucked this intellectually disabled woman, and more cum and condoms dropped down inside.
"I can feel my areola under the cum now!, Just a bit more to cover the pointy bit of my nipple!", Octavia frantically encouraged with energetic enthusiasm.
Crewmen hurried to oblige, a huge crowd now invested in this game, and the entire crowd cheered as her nipple fully went under after a bit more cum was dropped down inside the cone!
Octavia cheered with childish delight at the feeling of her nipple fully submerged under cum, giggling happily like a small child playing a game.
"Let's fill the whole thing now!", Men enthusiastically called, and Octavia enthusiastically agreed, enjoying endless numbers of additional cocks.
An hour later the cum was only a little bit higher, the cone getting wider as it got higher so that it took more and more cum to add a little bit of height. Men recorded the entire game on vid recorders, and many others took pictures at regular intervals, Octavia smiling sweetly for the cameras as she was fucked.
Octavia was extremely eager, but the men were getting discouraged. They didn't mind fucking her but the men holding up the cone of shame were getting tired and discouraged by how long this was taking. The cone was getting heavier, making it harder and harder for Octavia to breathe, and eventually the cum got so high that the weight was too much for the remaining men holding it, and Octavia was rolled over sideways by the heavy cone, the cone side smacking down against the table top and getting cum and condoms everywhere across the table!
The room erupted in disappointment mixed with laughter, and Octavia got frightfully upset, lamenting that they hadn't reached the top after so much work!
Octavia began to sniff, then she burst out crying, just so UPSET and FRUSTRATED to have the game end like this!
"No use crying over spilled cum.", One (non disabled) man said, generating widespread laughter, but other men comforted the crying woman sympathetically, the Downs in particular being very fond of this beautiful woman at their same cognitive level.
Octavia was soothed by the cuddles and reassurances from an army of Down syndrome men, and she stopped crying, composing herself.
"Let's try again.", Octavia said with a sigh of resolve.
"Ahem, actually I think that we should call this a night, it's already tomorrow morning and most of us have only a few hours left to sleep before our next shift.", The petty officer stationed to watch Octavia said quickly before she could start again.
Men cursed in dismay at this information about how little time they had left for sleep before their next shift, and Octavia yawned sleepily at the realisation that she actually was really tired.
With a bit of reluctance the crowd dispersed and Octavia got up off the table sleepily, yawning again. Semen poured out of her cone of shame as she walked a few steps.
"I had better take you to the XO.", the petty officer said simply, and Octavia followed him away, semen and condoms dropping out of her cone of shame as she walked.
After a few elevator rides and a bit of walking Octavia was led to a floor on the bridge tower that seemed to mostly contain commissioned officer's quarters, and she was taken to a closed door with a doorbell button on the wall beside it. The petty officer pushed the doorbell button and after a brief wait the door was opened by a sleepy looking Ahmed Muhammad wearing only underpants.
"She needs to sleep sir.", the petty officer explained.
"Thanks, I'll take care of her. You can go on break.", Ahmed said with a nod and a yawn.
The petty officer gratefully took his leave and Octavia walked inside, dripping cum on the floor from her cone of shame.
Ahmed tutted at the mess on his floor and he quickly used a cloth to wipe the inside of her cone as clean as possible, Octavia moaned as her slimy breast was slightly touched by the cloth inside.
Octavia's breast was still slimy with cum around the edges, but at least she wasn't leaking on the floor anymore.
Ahmed used a palm scanner to open a locked door in his home and led Octavia through into a well equipped dungeon, with women asleep in various bondage beds, some women bound and some not.
Ahmed gently woke up Fhimra who was sleeping unbound under the covers of a bondage bed, and Fhimra got up to fuss over Octavia. Ahmed unlocked Octavia's torso chains at long last, and Octavia stretched her arms gratefully, fussing over the slight new bristles in her armpits.
Fhimra took Octavia straight to the shower and Ahmed went back to bed, locking the women in the dungeon behind him.
Octavia eagerly locked her own wrists in handcuffs hanging from the ceiling of the shower, and Fhimra got naked, joining Octavia in the shower holding a toothbrush mischievously.
Octavia laughed hysterically as Fhimra scrubbed her armpits clean with the soapy toothbrush, and Fhimra was forced to gag Octavia with a rubber ball gag to reduce the noise so that the others wouldn't be woken up.
Octavia was greatly pleasured as her wet naked body was very thoroughly tickled clean by Fhimra, getting the toothbrush right under the fabric of the chest harness that held on the cone of shame, and Fhimra then dutifully shaved Octavia's armpits and pussy and legs for her with slippery soap and a razor.
Fhimra used a shower hose with a handheld spray nozzle to thoroughly hose out Octavia's cone of shame, the spray tickling her tit wonderfully so that she laughed hard into her ball gag and thrashed about, the thrashing jiggling the tit inside the cone so that the water could get in under it, washing out an embarrassing amount of cum and condoms.
"This is so gross.", Fhimra complained as she squeamishly picked up soiled condoms off the shower floor and put them in a small plastic bathroom trash bin.
Octavia just stood with her arms hanging above her head in the handcuffs, unable to help in her current state of bondage, and Fhimra cleaned up everything and returned her attention to the defenceless Octavia.
Octavia squealed into her gag with yet more laughter as Fhimra's hands played over Octavia's slippery soapy naked body, Fhimra not washing but simply tickling Octavia now. Octavia was incredibly ticklish and she squealed and squirmed under this terribly sensitive touch, tickled super hard and loving it.
Fhimra paused in the tickling to shampoo and condition Octavia's long hair sensually, lovingly rinsing her clean of the shampoo and conditioner, then she resumed tickling Octavia wonderfully, tickling her pussy with the toothbrush now.
Octavia was ticklish even on the pussy, and she laughed hysterically into her gag as her very wet folds and clitoris were tickled intensely with the toothbrush. It tickled like crazy but it also was a very sexual sensation, and Octavia felt herself getting sexually pleasured even as she laughed.
The hyper ticklish toothbrush stroking felt better and better as Octavia got closer and closer to orgasm, and Octavia then threw back her laughing gagged face and came hard, squirting all over the shower floor.
Fhimra unlocked Octavia's handcuffs and removed her gag, and Octavia swapped places with Fhimra without even thinking about it, gagging her mouth with the same side of the same gag so that their saliva would mix, then handcuffing Fhimra's wrists high above her head with the same ceiling handcuffs.
Fhimra laughed hysterically into the gag as Octavia enthusiastically tickled her clean with the toothbrush, especially focusing on her soapy armpits, making her go absolutely mental in her bondage, squirming and squealing with absolute laughter into her gag.
This was a boringly normal bathing routine for the pair of tickle slaves, they tickled each other clean like this literally every day when they were able to. Fhimra didn't look even slightly like this was strange or unexpected or unusual, this was just what tickle slave lives were like, constant tickling.
Fhimra was incredibly ticklish, laughing SO hard into her gag, but her Tzeentch worshipping stripy face looked pleasured and complete from her hard tickling. This treatment right here was Fhimra's greatest hope, and her face held the beautiful expression of a Tzeentch worshipper who had achieved her greatest goal, she looked blissfully content even as she screamed with hardest laughter into the gag.
Octavia was as merciless as ever, tickling Fhimra to the limit of how hard it was possible to tickle her in the shower, and Octavia felt an extremely intimate bond with Fhimra as she tickled her so much that she heavily wet herself with laughter in the shower.
The shower tickling by Octavia was incredibly sensual and sexual, not just scrubbing with a toothbrush but using her hands and even her tongue, rubbing her cone-free second bulging breast all over Fhimra's soapy skin. Fhimra was moaning erotically when she wasn't howling with laughter, looking incredibly aroused.
Octavia had especial fun with Fhimra's J cup sized stripy breasts, tickling her stripy nipples relentlessly with a soft soapy toothbrush, kissing and licking the breasts all over, cupping and squeezing and massaging them as they had soap tickled into them by her eager fingers. Fhimra was laughing hard but looking super horny, and Octavia continued to play, having a wonderful time with her lover.
Fhimra was delightful as she was tickled clean many times over, her gagged laughter beautiful, and Octavia lovingly shaved her pits and pussy and legs smoother than a baby's bum, using her tongue to feel for every single bristle.
Fhimra was comprehensively washed, shaved, shampooed, conditioned, rinsed, given multiple orgasms and completely tickled to destruction, and Octavia continued to play even more, tickling Fhimra relentlessly in the shower, much to Fhimra's desperate laughter.
Fhimra looked extremely happy with this treatment, coyly begging for mercy into her gag like she always did but not looking at all distressed or unhappy. Octavia went for a long time, a REALLY long time, having quality time tickle torturing her fiancée, and if she wasn't so tired she wouldn't stop at all.
Octavia yawned hard as she reluctantly released Fhimra, and Fhimra removed her own gag herself and kissed Octavia passionately in the no longer running shower.
The pair of lovers just kissed for a while, slowly air drying, and held each other tenderly as they slowly moved to the towels.
The pair put on deodorant and dried themselves completely, standing naked in front of a mirror doing their hair beautifully before bed.
The pair were both naked (but for the cone of shame) when they left the bathroom, entering the rest of the dungeon planning to go to bed together. Inside the dungeon they heard Vietnamese giggling and laughter and saw that everyone was already awake, with Ahmed playfully tickling the tummy of Kim-Ly the tickle slave on the bondage bed she was strapped down to for the night.
Kim-Ly was wearing white panties and a white singlet in her bondage bed, but Ahmed had pulled up the singlet to completely expose her stomach, enthusiastically squeezing this bare tummy playfully as she laughed and giggled very ticklishly.
The other tickle slaves were all awake now, Octavia and Fhimra having played in the shower for so many hours that the sleep period was over now!
Octavia and Fhimra grumpily went to bed anyway, Octavia laying on her side under the sheets with Fhimra spooning her from behind, and Octavia yawned sleepily and tried to go to sleep.
The shrill laughter of Kim-Ly was then replaced by the heavy volumed ticklish hysteria of Sharmaine and Deborah, and Octavia groaned unhappily at the noise, desperate just to sleep!
The sounds got less as Ahmed and the other women had breakfast together, and disappeared entirely as Ahmed put leashes on Sharmaine and Deborah and Kim-Ly, taking the three for a walk leaving behind Octavia and Fhimra and Tickle-Chan, (who was being mercifully quiet chained to a wall).
Octavia was almost asleep when a steward entered the dungeon to loudly vacuum clean the entire dungeon!
Octavia hid her head under a pillow as the entire dungeon was loudly cleaned, and sighed in relief when it finally stopped and she was able to sleep.
Octavia was barely asleep for a few minutes when Ahmed returned to the dungeon with Kim-Ly and Sharmaine and Deborah, and high volume ticklish laughter soon followed as Ahmed played with the three tickle slaves!
"Ahmed bought Kim-Ly off her owner.", Fhimra whispered before Octavia could think to ask why Ahmed was tickling her so much, and Octavia sat up unhappily to see what the noisy people were doing.
Ahmed had his three tickle slaves on a wide lounge chair, the women all naked and wearing handcuffs behind their backs, the women all laughing and squealing as the fully dressed and uniformed Ahmed pounced on them playfully, the burly black man easily overpowering the handcuffed women and tickling them mercilessly.
Octavia wished to join the three women, it looked really fun, but mostly she just wished to sleep right now.
The naked Kim-Ly was currently squealing in delighted laughter in Ahmed's tickling grip, and she spread her legs wide doing the splits, reaching up with her feet to grip behind his head. The strong Ahmed chivalrously allowed Kim-Ly to pull his head down until his mouth was kissing her vagina, and Kim-Ly wrapped her legs around his head in ecstasy, moaning as she was eaten out.
Ahmed blindly poked her sides a bit to keep Kim-Ly giggling, and she giggled and moaned her way to a cute sounding orgasm, her face grimaced with pleasure.
Ahmed pulled his head free of her legs and pounced on her immediately, tickling her to hysterical squealing for a few minutes, before suddenly pouncing on Deborah making her laugh hysterically with energetic tummy squeezing.
The three tickle slaves were clearly having fun, all of them being eaten out to climax. Ahmed then unzipped his fly and fucked all three of his tickle slaves, holding his own orgasm till the end when he came inside Kim-Ly with a manly groan of pleasure.
Ahmed then took Kim-Ly to a standing padded metal bondage X frame, strapping her arms and legs spread eagle to the frame for the entire day to store her. Sharmaine and Deborah were released from their handcuffs and told to look after Kim-Ly today, explaining that her X frame bondage was for suicide prevention.
Ahmed then cleaned himself up and left the dungeon, locking the door behind him so that the tickle slaves couldn't leave without his permission.
Octavia gratefully lay down, begging the other tickle slaves to let her sleep, and at long last blissful sleep took hold of her.
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Daemon Princess of Tzeentch TigerLily Sevenson giggled and laughed in delight in the rune encrusted daemonic chains that bound her spread eagle to her massive bed, her husband/Master finally back home and currently burying his hands in her rather ticklish armpits.
TigerLily was currently naked, her white daemonic robes of Tzeentch having vanished in a puff of blue smoke, her staff of Tzeentch also having puffed out of existence temporarily. She wore daemonic chains that were enchanted to securely bind daemons like her, with her arms, legs, neck and wings all chained down to the bed, the chains enchanted to completely prevent her from using any psychic powers but the most passive telepathy and fate vision. TigerLily was completely bound, and she loved it.
TigerLily laughed ticklishly as her Master relentlessly attacked her armpits, dutifully making her daemonic body very ticklish for her Master's pleasure, and she squirmed slightly in her chains from how bad it tickled her.
Luke was completely naked, his Astartes body deliciously muscular in a way that made TigerLily get all wet, and he was dominantly tickling her in a frenzy of unleashed aggression after enduring days of this same torture from Octavia, he had been tickled half mad by the dumb slut and he was desperate to give it back to vent his need for revenge, with his submissive cum dumpster wife TigerLily very VERY happy to stand in place of Octavia to be an outlet for this revenge.
TigerLily was laughing hard, greatly enjoying her torment like a good masochistic cum dumpster, and she felt a wonderful warm feeling of contentment to be once again the sole focus of her Master's sexual attention.
TigerLily was very VERY ticklish right now for the pleasure of her Master, but she was a daemon and was extremely tough, though she laughed this was hardly an unendurable torture for her, if anything this was pleasurable and really fun for her, it was lovely to have a good long giggle like this.
TigerLily giggled up at her Master in delight, thrilled to have her Dominant back, and he gazed back sternly with pussy dampening dominance, completely the boss of his Cum Dumpster.
Luke stopped tickling and grabbed her huge blue breasts instead, pinching the skin cruelly and twisting so that she moaned in sweet pain, loving this so much.
TigerLily luxuriated in her severe domination, having no safe word to make it stop, enduring it all so that her Master could dominate her completely the way she loved. Luke now held a crackling activated power sword, and was spanking her tits with the flat of it, the energy field around the blade burning her breast skin with wonderful agony!
TigerLily screamed in wonderful pain, enjoying this tit torture, and all was right in the world.
The fleet was in confused chaos, Wendy was basically kidnapped by a Ship-Mistress so that the Matriarch couldn't contact her to help resolve this chaos, and Octavia was safely out of the way on a ship on the other side of the planet. TigerLily had her Master back and no sluts present to act as sexual rivals.
TigerLily moaned in bliss as her Master fucked her in bondage, feeling his cock inside her gave her a feeling of completion, it was only right and proper for this Cum Dumpster to have her Master's dick inside her.
TigerLily sighed in delight as her Master's cum entered her, and she dutifully sucked away this cum into her internal cavities, the aptly named cum dumpster disposing of all the cum for her Master, delighting in the feeling of his sperm deep inside her.
TigerLily had blissful multiple orgasms of her own, moaning desperately in her bondage in her distinctive Iranian Persian accented sex noises, and her Master put more and more cum inside his submissive Cum Dumpster, making her get crazy horny at the knowledge that she was his Cum Dumpster and being used as a dumpster for his wonderful cum!
TigerLily was wet as a puddle as she was dominantly used to dispose of cum like this, her daemonic inner cavities lacking most organs as such, just space for all the cum to go. More and more cum filled her inner storage cavities, she was a dumpster and he was filling her up as much as possible.
Master and Cum Dumpster had a lovely time having sex, TigerLily fully fucked hard into a trance like state of pure pleasure, barely even lucid as her Master fucked her absolute brains out.
It was good, SO good, so SO good!, TigerLily loved this SO much!
The daemonic cum slut took endless cum with moans of pleasure, loving being in bondage and unable to stop him from drowning her guts in his cum all night long.
Luke didn't even sleep, merely activating his catalepsean node gene seed organ to rest different parts of his brain one at a time while staying awake, fucking his Cum Dumpster even as his brain was rested.
Daemons like TigerLily didn't need to sleep, she just enjoyed her endless penetration without fatigue, blissful in her submission and penetration.
TigerLily's fate vision clearly saw the coming interruption in the future before it happened, but it was still irritating. Right on time it happened as TigerLily had foreseen it would.
"I need you!", The daemonic psychic voice of MA7 the Sevenson Matriarch said in TigerLily's mind, sounding stressed and irritated.
"I am a little tied up at ta momem'et.", TigerLily thought with a smirk, the chains preventing her from even sending the telepathic reply message.
The Matriarch scrutinised TigerLily from afar for a moment, noticing that she was bound and quite unable to obey.
"Get out of my head Mother!", Luke snarled when she tried to contact him instead.
"This is MY WIFE, I will NOT be told to release her from bondage by anyone in the privacy of my own home!", Luke snarled verbally, making TigerLily thrill with submissive delight and hope.
"I'm getting my dick wet right now!, What do you mean Wendy has been kidnapped by a dominatrix?, She is probably just consenting to it not kidnapped… What do you mean the dominatrix is using runic straps to prevent Wendy from hearing your telepathy?", Luke said distractedly even as he continued to fuck TigerLily.
"Well talk to the Spitting Vipers about it!, You have OTHER women in the family who can negotiate with the ambassadors from Gåëḻįxčûßṟæ as you wait to get Wendy back, you don't need my wife for this Mother!", Luke said in frustration.
"Because she is MY total power exchange Cum Dumpster!, It is MY decision when she comes out of bondage in MY bed in MY home!", Luke bellowed.
"I don't kick down YOUR door and take YOUR husband away without your consent!", Luke bickered.
TigerLily blinked unhappily despite having fully foreseen this entire exchange, not finding this childish bickering particularly dominant or sexy. Luke was having a bickering match with his mother now and it wasn't exactly setting the mood for TigerLily to have her husband squabbling with her mother-in-law during sex!
TigerLily made grumpy unhappy noises as this cock blocking continued, Luke now completely pulled out of his bound Cum Dumpster to better squabble and bicker with his mother!
"Juss fuck off you cock bell'locker!, You RUINED my or'reg'gaz'em!", TigerLily added her own voice in irritation, having chosen her current words hours in advance and feeling good to finally voice them.
"Shut up slave!, I will say your true daemonic name right now!", The Matriarch snapped back in TigerLily's mind telepathically as predicted.
"I am tied up!, I could not obey you even if I van'netted to!", TigerLily said her carefully chosen reply.
"I'm not untying her until *I* decide to!, Go find someone else!", Luke crossly demanded.
"I need her vision of the future to guide my decisions.", The Matriarch insisted in both their minds.
"Very vell, I see, ta es'ship'es are not hoss'et'tile, juss loud. Lis'set'ten to ta messages an you vill see tat dey are fer'rend'er'lee. You do not need me, ta fates es'show.", TigerLily advised.
The Matriarch was temporarily mollified by these words, but still demanded more detailed advice on how to proceed.
"Lis'set'ten to ta es'ship'es, juss lis'set'ten. Den you know vot to do easily.", TigerLily insisted.
The Matriarch took her leave at this, and went off to bother someone else.
TigerLily giggled naughtily as her Master pounced on her again, and she was once again happily acting as his Cum Dumpster.
It was SO good to have her man back!
Master and Cum Dumpster together in marital bliss with all the sluts gone, just as it should be.
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