Chapter 76H

Octavia couldn't stop yawning in her uncomfortable hard labor slave issue space suit, blinking in the glow of the slightly bright portable electric floodlights that littered the area.

She was currently floating in zero gravity with only her incomprehensible machine-magic magnetic shoes holding her feet to the metal floor, looking right up dimly out of a huge hole burned right through the roof and floor to the space outside. She was currently standing in the reactor deck where she and Fhimra went to play netball, the entire place fire blackened and looking like it had all melted and subsequently hardened, the big Stellar-alligator machine looked like it was made of fire blackened wax that had melted all droopy and then hardened again, bits of it were burnt off, other bits had drooped right down. Octavia wondered if perhaps it was broken?

The entire deck was the same, all blasted and melted and burnt out and broken, Octavia wondered how this would all be fixed.

The Nightmare Asylum had been hit by a great big laser beam that had burned a hole right through it, the beam had hit the ship in the worst possible place on the roof right above the most important reactor sections and the ship had lost power. The artificial gravity had suddenly stopped, as had the engines and most of the lights. They still had a few reactors working in other parts of the ship according to Fhimra but not enough to do much power stuff with.

Octavia was sleepy and uncomfortable as she walked holding a huge bit of metal in the zero gravity, walking very slowly as the inertia of the huge metal thing sent her flying if she went too fast. The metal was super light without gravity but it had huge inertia that was horrible to figure out, sending people flying away off the floor despite their magnet shoes, it was really dangerous.

Octavia looked at the huge hole again and looked at the relatively tiny metal plate she carried, wondering how she could possibly plug this huge hole with even a million slaves helping. She hadn't slept much recently and her space suit smelled really bad, she barely got let out of the space suit and she was hungry and thirsty all the time, which made her even sleepier.

The ship was in a bad way and was only pressurised in a few places far away from the hole, the hole had cut through so many decks that it let air leak out of all sorts of pipes and crawl holes and ducts that bypassed the pressure doors that would usually hold the air in. The leak had been slow enough to get everyone in space suits but now it was really hard to fit everyone in the remaining breathable sections to eat and sleep.

Slave labor unfortunately didn't stop even when the conditions were unliveable and the work just continued, with overseers using security sticks to beat the slaves painfully through the fabric of their space suits whenever they weren't working well enough. It just ground on and on and on, the work focused foremost on simply patching up the huge hole enough to put air back in the ship, the work was crude and rushed but even still it seemed to make little progress in patching up a hole this big.

Octavia had a radio thing that could hear orders from overseers and other people but she couldn't reply with her slave radio, the radios of slaves simply designed to receive orders not talk back. Fhimra was right beside her but Octavia couldn't hear her or speak to her, Fhimra used hand gestures to communicate with Octavia but it still made Octavia feel sad and lonely to be unable to hear her voice or speak to her.

Octavia was lonely and tired and sad and a little bit miserable as the hours of toil continued without a break, she was getting really thirsty and she had peed her space suit heavily so that urine floated around everywhere inside the suit. In her great thirst Octavia drank her own urine just to get some slight relief, but there wasn't even enough pee for a proper drink, her mouth getting so dry from dehydration.

Octavia wanted to cry as it kept going on but she didn't have enough moisture for tears, she was so lonely and she wanted a drink and some food and a great big long tickle from a lover right now, even the blissful pain from her beatings was providing no relief anymore, she had completely had enough.

Without warning sickly green light glowed in the vacuum all around, and the horribly ugly daemonic armies of Nurgle started materialising out of the green light!

Octavia screamed as a vile pestilential decomposing plague bearer lesser daemon of Nurgle appeared right in front of her, its revolting brown green face right in front of Octavia's space suit helmet glass visor, its single swollen corrupted eye gazing in at Octavia with horrible intensity!

Octavia backed away in fear, losing her magnetic footing and floating in the vacuum, the whole world spinning around as she tumbled in zero gravity in the huge dark chamber of the ship, she couldn't see anything properly as everything spun, making her panic!

Very suddenly she stopped spinning, green light glowing all around her and holding her in place, the green light then softly lowering Octavia to the floor. Other floating people were also being gently pulled from the "air" and lowered down to the floor by the same green glow.

The daemons of Nurgle were not attacking anyone, rather they were busily puking vile fluids on the busted fire blackened metal of all the broken things, the vomit immediately dissolving the metal with bursts of smoke in the vacuum, rendering down all the ruined metal into a foul fluid that steamed violently in the vacuum.

Green energy then fell upon all of this dissolved metal goo and the vile substances floated up and away towards the huge hole in the ship. Octavia watched in amazement as all of this floating vomit combined together into a truly vast huge foul blob creature that shot out vile tendrils to the edges of every hole, the blob monster breaking up into many smaller blobs that individually adhered to the hole edges and flattened out into disgusting looking sheets of goo.

The blob monsters turned goo sheets then started to glow hot red then orange and then yellow, vile fumes and smoke bursting out of the glowing hot surfaces with terrible heat and power!

The blobs were blobs no more, now they were raw new glowing hot thick metal, the holes completely plugged!

It was extremely hot in here now and the Nurgle daemons walked supernaturally on the floor and ceiling in the zero gravity without magnet shoes, their vile wet feet finding supernatural grip on the various surfaces. The daemons stood right at the edges of the glowing hot new metal and they turned their backsides to the glowing metal and vile watery shit exploded out of them to spray all over the metal!

The vile shit was so sticky that it stuck to the hot metal rather than bouncing off in the zero gravity, and the metal glowed less as more and more diarrhoea plastered it, the shit burning and boiling away quickly leaving the metal glowing slightly less in it's wake. The daemons had astonishing amounts of this diarrhoea in them, spurting out more and more to boil away on the glowing hot surfaces until they were barely glowing at all now!

Octavia was still very hot in her space suit and she fled away from the heat, as did everyone else. The overseers didn't beat or stop anyone, they were fleeing the heat too, and Octavia and the seething crowd of others in space suits moved as far away from the heat as possible.

Octavia and Fhimra stood together holding hands in their space suits in the middle of a seething crowd of other scared overheated slaves and conscripts in space suits, all about a hundred meters away and around a bend to shelter from the intense heat. In space heat could only transfer via thermal radiation so simply being in a shadow would stop the heat entirely. Unfortunately this meant that it was also very difficult to cool down one's own overheated space suit!

Octavia was sweating what tiny fluid she had left, her space suit like a very low setting oven right now!, She was screaming in the heat, desperate to get out of this oven suit that was slowly killing her now!

Fhimra was also looking like she was dying in her own space suit through the helmet glass, her lips dry and her face frantic. Fhimra was desperately fiddling with a valve on the front of her space suit and suddenly a spray of high pressure mist was spraying out of this valve to hit Octavia with delicious cool!

Fhimra controlled the spray carefully then closed the valve again, looking much cooler inside her space suit now.

Fhimra fiddled with an identical valve on the front of Octavia's space suit and she suddenly heard a roaring hiss of air inside her space suit and felt her ears becoming uncomfortable from a sudden pressure change, Octavia's uncomfortable ears suddenly equalised the pressure with a blissful feeling and she felt steadily cooler!

Fhimra stopped the valve when Octavia was feeling nicely cool and Fhimra rushed to help other people cool down in this strange way, lovely cool mist spraying everywhere out of valves until Octavia was actually getting cold now.

Fhimra was getting hit the most by valve sprays and she was soon shivering violently in her space suit, she eventually stopped, looking like she had hypothermia in her space suit. Octavia stupidly cuddled Fhimra's space suit to try to help her, but then Octavia was shivering violently too from the cold through the cheap space suit fabric that wasn't thermally padded.

Fhimra couldn't go on but others had seen her technique and the knowledge was spread by observation, overheated people helping each other to open valves to cool down. Some people did something wrong and vented their entire space suits and looked like they were dead through their helmets, Fhimra heroically tried to intervene to close their valves before they died but she got so cold that she fled away back towards the hot metal just to warm up again, returning a few moments later looking warmer now.

Fhimra now warmed up continued to heroically helped people do the valve trick properly, and Octavia watched proudly as Fhimra saved as many people as she could in the huge multitude for a long time.

After a time Octavia suddenly saw small floating dust particles starting to move in a single direction, looking like they were being blown by a very gentle breeze?

Fhimra tapped Octavia's space suit helmet and pointed at the moving dust happily, trying to tell Octavia something but Octavia didn't understand.

For a long time Octavia stood in her space suit feeling really thirsty, the dust continuing to blow, and Octavia thought that she could hear something other than her own noises.

Fhimra was shouting at Octavia happily and Octavia could just hear the words "Can you hear me?" Said very faintly.

Octavia nodded happily and shouted "I can hear you." At the top of her voice.

Fhimra heard her and grinned happily with her many teeth.

"Don't take off your suit yet!, Wait for the pressure to rise!", Fhimra faintly shouted at Octavia.

Octavia was confused but nodded and she cuddled Fhimra lovingly and smiled contentedly in her extreme dehydration.

"How did you cool us down?", Octavia shouted curiously.

"Boyle's Law, how a refrigerator's heat pump works, if you decrease air pressure in a system then you decrease temperature as well. I vented our suits a bit to decrease the suit pressure. The air spray was also cold because of Boyle's Law, the air molecules entering a near vacuum and super cooled from the massive drop in pressure.", Fhimra faintly shouted back, Octavia understanding approximately zero percent of what she just said.

Octavia just stupidly nodded and smiled.

For a long time they waited, the ability to hear steadily increasing until they could talk normally without shouting. Octavia's formerly puffed out space suit was starting to cling to her body now?

Fhimra pinched the fabric of her own space suit curiously and then she fiddled with her valve but nothing sprayed out.

"Safe pressure at last.", Fhimra said and removed her spacesuit helmet with a lot of fiddling.

Fhimra breathed in and then grimaced at a bad smell?

"The air stinks of Nurgle.", Fhimra said disgustedly.

Octavia was desperate to get out of her spacesuit regardless and Fhimra helped her take off her helmet. She was immediately greeted by the stench of roasted Nurgle diarrhoea!

"Aw poo!", Octavia exclaimed, holding her nose.

Fhimra removed her own spacesuit first, revealing herself to be wearing only sexy lingerie underneath, and then she helped Octavia, revealing Octavia to be also wearing only sexy lingerie. The two hugely busty women left on their magnet shoes in the zero gravity, their long hair floating around freely and their huge boobs didn't hang down for once, (much to the relief of their back muscles).

Other people were removing their own space suits and grimacing at the smell, including the gorgeous Mistress Blade who was revealed to be wearing a sexy black satin camisole and black G-string, looking filthy and dehydrated but still potently sexy. Mistress Blade approached the pair and they kissed her dry lips in greeting submissively.

"We had better find some water before we die.", Mistress Blade said in place of a greeting, her beautiful Asian face looking critically dehydrated.

The two tickle slaves had no complaints at all with this suggestion and they began to walk in a random direction.

A loud noise and a magenta flash of warp energy suddenly made them squint and flinch, and they found zero gravity water sacks with straws and turn faucets floating in the air all around them, as well as the floating rag dress clad decomposing cadaverous form of a black feathered bird mutant hovering in the air above them, giving them all an unintended up skirt view of a surprisingly sexy white T-front stile G-string as they gawked up from below.

"Egg?!", Octavia squealed with joy, holding out her arms frantically to get a hug from her beloved adopted daughter!

"Mum.", Egg replied fondly and floated down to get energetically bear hugged by the enthusiastic delighted Octavia, Octavia feeling filth and wet gross things squeezed in her arms but too happy to care.

Octavia's eyes blinked at the indescribable stench of Egg, squeezing the grimy decomposing adult daughter hard against Octavia's massive breasts with childlike energy. Octavia kissed her nauseating cheeks with feverish energy, gasping with joy to see her again.

"Drink some water before you die Mum.", Egg urged as Octavia became hysterical with excitement, physically forcing a water straw into Octavia's kissing mouth and making her drink after first cleaning her mouth with some witchcraft.

Octavia was so thirsty that she drank frantically, but so overjoyed to see Egg that she kept being hysterically excited, loving this girl so deeply with mother's love that Octavia would burst if she didn't hug her with all her might.

Octavia was oblivious to what anyone else was doing and just kept making a massive emotional scene at this completely unexpected arrival of Egg.

"What do you mean 'completely unexpected'?, Who else could it have been that plugged all the holes in the ship like this?", Egg laughed happily.

Egg suddenly turned her head to regard Fhimra with a pained look.

"Yes I'm aware of what ails her but it's not so simple to heal her without devastating her in the process, she is happiest in her current condition.", Egg said to Fhimra very seriously for some reason.

"I know that you love her and I know how selfish Wendy is being. I would truly love to have you as my adoptive step-mother Fhimra, but you must understand that Octavia CANNOT leave Wendy without it crushing her.", Egg said as though in response to something Fhimra had thought.

"What are you talking about?", Octavia asked in confusion.

"Yes, for Octavia that dungeon is like her care home or nursing home or whatever you want to call it, she is so far gone in Slaanesh that she simply can't function without constant care. As much as it DISGUSTS me to admit, Wendy takes very good care of my mother, she forces her to eat healthily, gives her strict routine, gives her rejuvenation drugs, gives her medical care, enforces bedtime, gives boundaries. She NEEDS many of these things in her condition.", Egg told Fhimra sadly.

"What are you talking about?", Octavia repeated in confusion.

"You wouldn't understand Mum, it's nothing to worry about.", Egg soothed Octavia in a very nurturing voice.

"You said something about Owner Wendy looking after me, I understood THAT part.", Octavia complained.

"I'm agreeing with you Mum, Wendy IS looking after your rather unique needs. I know that you can't function outside of constant tickle bondage and strict control in a dungeon, I know that you can't look after yourself properly anymore with your ever increasing gluttony and lack of self control, I know that you can't make informed decisions about your own wellbeing.", Egg exclaimed with obvious emotion.

"That's a very insulting way of describing living in heaven.", Octavia complained with growing crossness.

"I didn't come here to argue with you Mummy, I came here to see you, I love you Mum!", Egg snapped emotionally.

"I love you too.", Octavia said and hugged her tightly.

"I missed you, I don't like being away from you for so long, things are just so complicated.", Egg sighed in peaceful defeated despair, returning the tight hug with her own rotting arms.

"I wish that you would stay with us at least for a while, (with Owner Wendy's permission of course). I would love for you to come home with us and stay for a few days visiting.", Octavia admitted hopefully.

"I… I am technically speaking neutral in this war, I don't think it would help my case if I stayed onboard this battleship until this war is over.", Egg apologetically declined.

"What war?", Octavia asked stupidly.

Egg laughed and sighed at Octavia's question.

"I will talk to Paxton about it, about visiting, I do want to see you.", Egg conceded with a putrid smile.

Octavia squealed with happy excitement and cuddled her extra tightly into her huge breasts.

"In the meantime I had better get you home, you need food and rest. The repairs I performed will hold long enough to get this ship to dry dock to properly repair all the fiddly bits like all the reactors and wiring.", Egg said calmly.

"We can just go?", Fhimra asked hopefully.

"With me at your side none will dare stop you going home. Unskilled slaves are of little use for the remaining repairs anyway, neither of you are tradeswomen.", Egg shrugged.

"I can actually…", Fhimra began.

"For Nurgle's sake shut up and just play dumb!, I'm trying to help you here!, As far as everyone needs to be concerned you are an unskilled tickle slave who knows precisely nothing about anything or you will just be conscripted again!", Egg hissed at Fhimra urgently.

"Actually never mind.", Fhimra amended with a chuckle.

***…

Despite Egg's reluctance Octavia managed to talk her into staying at least for a little while when they got home to the dungeon palace. The place was an absolute mess from the zero gravity but strangely wasn't shaken up to the same level of destruction as Štękżå'räšh despite having a huge hole burned right through the ship, the laser beam apparently was a lot more burny than shaky as direct hits from battleship grade naval weapons went?

The furniture was not all that badly damaged as it floated around in the zero gravity rooms of the dungeon palace, with an abundance of bondage X frames and bondage tables and bondage chairs and other bondage furniture very slowly floating around. Whips and chains and ropes and straps and ball gags and handcuffs floated everywhere and tangled up people and objects in a way that was irritating, and dildos and butt plugs and vibrators and strap ons filled the air in truely intimidating numbers like vast schools of fish.

Octavia was still wearing only (Egg soiled) sexy lingerie and magnetic shoes, and she was squealing with wonderful laughter with her arms raised high to expose her ticklish bits as she enjoyed standing in the midst of an impenetrably thick mass of floating feathers!

This was a tickling dungeon first and foremost so it had a LOT of feathers of all shapes and sizes that usually lived stored on shelves, often sitting in cups and jars in great numbers exactly the way one might store many pens and pencils in a pencil cup. In the zero gravity these items had floated around everywhere, the countless hundreds and hundreds of gently floating feather cups gently tapping against each other to make them spin around just enough to fling out their feathery payloads.

Octavia was in heaven as gently floating feathers brushed against her bare armpits and sides and ribs and tummy and just everywhere else, gripping her elbows tightly with each hand above her head to force herself to keep her arms up to enjoy the maximum tickle.

Fhimra was also squealing with laughter in her lingerie from the floating feathers, but she was curling up defensively and hugging her own body to defend her most ticklish bits and loudly protesting about the feathers.

Mistress Lash was still wearing her space suit, with only her helmet removed and held in front of her chest with her arms. She was irritated by the feathers brushing against her face but she didn't laugh. Mistress Blade on the other hand was very jumpy and giggling a bit in the sea of feathers, wearing only her skimpy black satin camisole and G-string and magnet shoes.

Egg herself was unbothered by any feather, even when hit in the eyeball by a feather she barely even blinked, the Nurgle champion so impervious to any discomfort that she seemed not to notice. She was barefoot and she wore only rags that had enough holes in them to expose a bit of side skin and tummy skin, she was using witchcraft to walk around normally as though she was in gravity and the feathers were stroking her with sadly no reaction. Octavia knew for a fact that Egg was naturally very very VERY ticklish, but worshipping Nurgle had dulled her sensation a bit, she could still be tickled and hard but only if you really dug in and gave her a good squeeze.

"Don't even THINK about tickling me Mum!", Egg protested, obviously reading her mind.

Octavia was still squealing with laughter enjoying the floating feathers, but she managed to grin mischievously through her laughter and she awkwardly moved towards Egg with her magnet shoes, hands reaching towards her to give her a tickle.

Egg giggled in nervous anticipation from her indelibly branded childhood memories of having this tickle freak for a mother, and she walked out of reach much faster than Octavia could follow. Octavia didn't let this dissuade her and she kept chasing the giggling young woman.

Egg eventually changed tactics and instead of running she used a blast of green witchcraft on Octavia!

Octavia screamed piercingly in absolute laughter as the spell supernaturally tickled her literally all over harder than naturally possible, and she immediately had endless multiple orgasms from the new extremes of her tickling fetish being fed.

"Ew Mum!, Gross!", Egg complained and the orgasmic hard tickling suddenly stopped!

Octavia screamed from the sudden absence of this perfect pleasure, weeping like an addict to get her fix back until Egg cast the spell again.

Octavia screamed with wonderful laughter and pounced on the distracted Egg in gratitude, hugging her tightly and screaming laughing gratitude to Egg for giving her this exquisite tickle torture.

"Any NORMAL person would have been driven insane in seconds by this tickle torture spell Mum, they would be DESPERATE for it to end but you are fine and thanking me for it?", Egg chuckled with diseased amused incredulity.

"What is wrong with 'normal' people?!", Octavia incredulously screamed with piercing laughter in shock that other people would want this perfect pleasure to end!

"I'm going to wean you off the spell slowly, don't get mad.", Egg croaked defensively.

The wonderfully extreme tickling weakened very slightly!

The orgasmically laughing screaming Octavia gave Egg a tragic look as her pleasure high dropped.

Octavia gave pleading puppy dog eyes (as she howled and screamed with laughter), but Egg kept slowly decreasing the power of the spell!

The tickling was still extreme by any metric but to this jaded tickle whore who had been chasing the tickling high for twenty years NOTHING was truly extreme anymore and certainly not this.

Octavia was still screaming with laughter because a woman this ticklish simply must, but she was finding it harder and harder to orgasm as the wonderful spell gradually but relentlessly faded!

Octavia "humphed" as the spell faded away completely without a sensation withdrawal crash this time and she immediately began to squeeze Egg's emaciated tummy through her rag dress fabric.

"Mum!", Egg squealed and she began to laugh energetically with her wet phlegmy voice, her face scrunching up in ticklish laughter.

Octavia didn't show any mercy and tickled the young woman relentlessly making her laugh desperately and squirm in Octavia's grip.

Egg laughed ticklishly as Octavia squeezed her worst spots just right to get past her Nurgle numbness, digging in deep to get at the deepest nerves that weren't rotted numb, squeezing energetically.

Egg wasn't at all violent with her beloved adoptive mother, not even when being tickled like this. Egg simply wrestled with Octavia playfully and used her own hands to tickle Octavia in revenge making Octavia laugh and squeal with delight.

The mother and daughter wrestled and tickled each other very playfully with great fondness on both sides, neither offended and even Egg giggling happily. Egg had been raised from hatching by this adorably crazy Slaaneshi tickle freak and the tickling games had always been a huge staple of Octavia's parenting style. It went without saying that Octavia was a mother who tickled her children a LOT.

Octavia squealed with laughter as Egg poked her in the ribs and Egg cackled as Octavia dug into her abdomen, both wrestling energetically in the zero gravity with huge playful smiles on their laughing faces.

Egg was unbreakable as a Nurgle champion, enduring every tickle tirelessly, and Octavia was also unbreakable as a Slaaneshi tickle slave, the wrestling and laughter just continued without pause, both having fun despite Egg's playful complaining.

Octavia found some of Egg's worms poking out of her flesh and Octavia tickled these worms with her stroking fingers, making them flick about. Octavia tickled other parasites and Egg laughed hysterically, the parasites part of her body.

The parasites retaliated, hugely long nightmarish worms erupting out of Egg's putrid wet flesh to wrap around Octavia's arms and body, pulling tightly to bind her arms against her sides so that she couldn't move!

Octavia was delighted as Egg gleefully took advantage of Octavia's worm bondage to tickle her body all over without retaliation, Octavia laughing hysterically and squealing adorably.

With Octavia now contained Egg gave her a few minutes of playful revenge tickling before stopping, leaving Octavia bound with slimy disturbing looking worms with small jaws and filthy sharp fangs.

"Why did you stop?", Octavia adorably asked playfully.

Egg shook her head with fond amusement and turned her attention to the palace full of floating objects.

Egg clicked her thumb and forefinger with a disturbing snapping noise and suddenly everything started gently floating down to the floor, a moment after everything was down the feeling of gravity suddenly returning making everyone feel terribly dizzy.

Everything was terribly messy and not even upright, the floors littered with everything that had been floating. Egg spoke some filthy sounding words in a language Octavia didn't understand and suddenly everything turned itself the right way up and slid across the floor to where it lived. Feathers flew back into their holding cups which flew up to rest on the shelves where they lived, dildos rolled around the floor and magically floated up into shelves where they lived, everything got neatly back in the place where it belonged and then stayed still!

Egg released Octavia, who clapped enthusiastically at this wonderful magic trick, Fhimra and Mistresses Lash and Blade looked shocked.

"This gravity spell only effects the inside of this palace and it will only last for as long as I keep feeding power to the spell. I would recommend that you duct tape all the furniture to the floor and tape big sheets of plastic over all the shelves full of loose items so they can't float away when the spell… You know what, I will do it for you.", Egg told them all.

Egg cast another spell and rolls of bondage tape and bondage cling wrap floated from all over the palace to hover in the air around Egg. With more spells these things flew off to tape the legs of every bit of furniture down to the floors and wrap all the open air storage things like shelves in overlapping sheets of cling wrap secured with tape.

Octavia cheered childishly and clapped enthusiastically.

"Now as for you Mum, you need to eat something, drink a lot of water and then go to bed, you are tired and exhausted.", Egg said sternly.

Octavia nodded obediently, realising that she was in fact very hungry, and she happily headed for the dining table she usually ate at, dutifully putting the unclipped leather straps on her wrists and sitting down and dutifully strapping her ankles and legs and stomach in bondage to her dining chair. Fhimra dutifully did the same out of habit, Egg sighing at the sight of this.

Mistress Blade curtsied very respectfully to Egg and then clipped Octavia's strapped wrists down to the sides of the chair to either side of Octavia's bottom, then Mistress Blade began to tickle Octavia's ribs and tummy, making her laugh and squeal in ticklish delight.

Egg tolerated this and Mistress Blade went over to bind and tickle Fhimra for a while, following the normal comforting routine where the Dommes would circle around the table tickling the tickle slaves before they ate.

Egg sat down next to Octavia but didn't strap herself down…

"As if I am going to strap myself down Mum.", Egg laughed reading her mind.

"You will enjoy it, a lovely tickle before we eat.", Octavia happily encouraged.

"I… Ok…", Egg unexpectedly agreed with a slight blush and leather wrist straps floated over to strap around her wrists. The leather straps of the chair supernaturally strapped around Egg binding her in bondage. She lowered her arms and her wrist straps magically clipped themselves to the chair!

Octavia squealed with joy and delight, praising Egg for trying it and Mistress Blade walked over very uncertainly.

"I consent to be tickled.", Egg reassured Mistress Blade with a slightly nervous giggle.

Mistress Blade nodded but she went out of the room into the kitchen and returned with a huge box of disposable rubber gloves, putting three layers of gloves on each hand.

Egg giggled with nervous anticipation, her face holding a perverse glee for what was about to happen, and Mistress Blade hesitantly reached out and squeezed Egg's rag dress clad tummy energetically.

Egg squealed with phlegmy diseased laughter and her arms pulled hard on her wrist straps but couldn't get free, her body squirming in her bondage like crazy, cackling with ticklish laughter.

Octavia grinned happily to see Egg joining in with the fun like this, Egg was a fit of giggles and nervous grins at Mistress Blade, looking like she was indeed having fun right now.

"(Giggle), I haha missed this hahaha, (phlegmy cackle), I fe-heel at ho-home ah-ha-ha-again!", Egg happily laughed ticklishly.

"Thank you for joining in with family time.", Octavia praised Egg.

"It's so-ho nost-haha-nostalgic Mum!", Egg laughed hard, squirming and struggling in her straps as she was tickled relentlessly.

Octavia smiled with great love for her beloved daughter, just so happy to see Egg letting herself be tickled alongside Octavia just to make Octavia happy, it was a really sweet gesture.

"Are you still enjoying this?", Mistress Blade asked Egg respectfully.

"It tick-tickles hahaha, but (giggle) its oh-ho-kay!", Egg laughed ticklishly with phlegmy laughter.

Mistress Blade nodded and just kept tickling the heavily laughing Egg for long minutes of sustained laughter and squirming.

Mistress Blade hesitantly stopped finally, leaving Egg looking sweaty and very giggly in her bondage, Egg giggling up nervously at Mistress Blade adorably. Mistress Blade playfully made a sudden move with her hands that made Egg thrash and squeal in nervous anticipation, but Mistress Blade was just messing with her.

Mistress Blade pretended to turn away but then suddenly pounced on Egg again with energetic tickling making Egg thrash and squeal with surprised laughter, getting Egg really bad as Octavia laughed at how funny this was.

Egg was absolutely adorable as Mistress Blade kept messing with her and teasing her, pretending to stop only to suddenly start again over and over again. Mistress Blade was grinning with sadistic pleasure now and clearly having fun, Egg also looking like she was enjoying this game.

"I, (squeal), I have haha memories te-he-he of this-hiss-hiss, (giggle).", Egg said adorably as she was teased like this.

"I'm going to tickle you right down memory lane then.", Mistress Blade said with a grin.

Egg tensed in her bondage at these words but she was obviously enjoying herself, not once complaining or asking Mistress Blade to stop.

Egg was soon cackling hysterically with maggots pouring out of her laughing mouth as Mistress Blade squeezed her knees under the table, one of Egg's most ticklish spots.

Egg laughed and squirmed a lot but she still didn't complain or make any true efforts to escape, just submissively taking the playful tickling with heavy laughter.

"You still consent?", Mistress Blade asked Egg respectfully.

Egg giggled and nodded enthusiastically, obviously enjoying this.

Mistress Lash entered the room at this point, now wearing a kimono with a cooking apron over the front, she was walking out of the kitchen where she had apparently been cooking, Fetter and Chaquille nowhere to be seen. Mistress Lash grinned playfully at the sight of Mistress Blade tickling Egg and she hurried to put on rubber gloves and join in on the fun as Egg squealed.

"Now you have two of us to contend with.", Mistress Lash teased Egg mischievously.

Egg went crazy in her bondage straps as Mistress Lash skilfully tickled her with terrible skill, making Egg howl with laughter so loudly that her phlegm sprayed out to spatter the table, the nightmarish bacteria in the phlegm immediately starting to eat holes in the wooden table.

"Shit the table!", Mistress Blade exclaimed, stopping Mistress Lash frantically.

"I can pay for a new table… Please don't stop…", Egg said shyly with a blush.

"Damn right you will pay for a new table!", Mistress Lash said without missing a beat, tickling Egg terribly to hysterical squealing.

Octavia laughed happily in delight at this wonderful sight, so deeply proud of her adopted daughter.

Egg might worship Nurgle but she had still been raised by a Slaaneshi tickle slave and she had grown up in a heavy tickling environment, living in different tickling dungeons with Octavia and Owner Wendy for her entire childhood. She had been raised by Octavia as her primary caregiver and she had absorbed Octavia's values and behaviour like a sponge, mimicking her mother at every opportunity.

Egg had been laughing in (nonsexual) bondage getting tickled since she was a toddler, to the enthusiastic stupid encouragement of (the well meaning but misguided) Octavia. Egg's childhood had been heavy tickling and bondage since she was small and she had been normalised to it because in Octavia's home this WAS what "normal" looked like.

Egg coming over to visit her mother and enjoying tickle bondage by dominatrices alongside Octavia was just normal, Egg might intellectually know that this was deeply Slaanesh corrupted behaviour, but stepping into the familiar nostalgic setting had made her act differently, following the comfortable habit of memory.

Egg LOVED tickle bondage, being Octavia's closest daughter who had the deepest and most special bond with Octavia, she had been "groomed" to love it by her tickle slave mother and she was greatly enjoying it now being tickled in bondage by the two Lee Dommes.

"You are such a greedy little masochist hogging all our attention away from your untickled mother and stepmother.", Mistress Lash playfully teased Egg.

"Stepmother?", Fhimra asked uncertainly.

"Look at their bare ribs sitting untouched because we are too busy making you laugh you greedy girl.", Mistress Lash teased playfully, making the squirming Egg go crazy with laughter from their touch.

"But haha I LOVE this hahaha!", Egg squealed in protest.

"Such a greedy girl.", Mistress Blade chuckled.

"I don't mind if she has all the attention.", Fhimra said nervously with a fearful grin.

"You love it Fhimra you coy tickle slave.", Mistress Lash accused, still tickling Egg to hysterics.

"(Hard laughter), but I'm gree-heedy!", Egg laughed adorably.

"You certainly are.", Mistress Lash said, tickling the cackling Egg even more.

"My-hi husband hahaha, he-he He NEVER haha tickles me-he, like this!, I hahaha have ha the greatest hahaha need!", Egg adorably squealed through her ticklish laughter.

"Did you ASK him to tickle you?", Mistress Lash asked sternly.

"I'm haha too-who-who, too shy haha!", Egg squealed adorably.

"You could be tickled halfway to orgasm every night if you asked him.", Mistress Lash sternly reminded Egg.

"I'm too shy!", Egg cackled with laughter.

"We can all encourage you sweetie.", Octavia lovingly encouraged.

"But haha I'm so shy!", Egg squealed.

Mistresses Blade and Lash stopped tickling Egg at this point and instead spoke words of encouragement to the giggling Nurgle champion in bondage.

"I want him to… I want him to make me be like his tickle slave… I want to be like Mummy Octavia, I want to just be in bondage getting the complete shit tickled out of me by the person I love. But I'm afraid… Afraid that he will say yes…", Egg admitted shyly.

"Aw, Egg I'm so PROUD of you!", Octavia squealed in motherly pride, her heart bursting with joy at these wonderful words.

"I worship Nurgle not Slaanesh, I don't want to get embarrassed, I don't want to bring ill repute to the somber seriousness of the religion of Grandfather Nurgle by my antics.", Egg said shyly.

"I'm an empath as you know dearest, and I can very clearly see that you are a massive sub, like a massive massive MASSIVE sub. You want to be topped, you NEED to be topped, you have all these fantasies that are not being fulfilled.", Mistress Lash encouraged beautifully.

"I know I'm a sub and a consensual tickle slave by kink, but I don't want to end up as degraded as Mum is. I want to be tickled and have fun, but then I want to just be a normal person when it's over. The way that Mum is just chained up all day with no power, that scares me. I want to be a part time tickle slave, not a full time one.", Egg said vulnerably.

"That's perfectly reasonable, you want to bottom during sex and play but then you want to drop the role at other times. Couples do that all the time, you can get a safe word and you can talk to your husband about what you want him to do to you.", Mistress Lash soothed.

"I… I like the sound of that… But I'm shy… I REALLY like him and I don't want him to think I'm weird…", Egg said quietly in a way that was adorable.

"If your own husband can't accept you for who you are then he doesn't deserve to call himself your husband. I'm sure you do things that he likes without judging him.", Mistress Lash coaxed.

Egg's pestilential face blushed and she nodded shyly.

"He gets me to do… Something… That he likes…", Egg shyly admitted.

"Then ask him to do tickle slave role play games with you, you have grown up watching your mother having all this wild fun with Wendy and you want to play out the fantasy of being a tickle slave without all the inconvenient slavery part, tell your husband that for the next hour you want him to pretend that you are his tickle slave and give him free reign to tickle you so hard that you wet yourself.", Mistress Lash encouraged.

Egg blushed and looked aroused by this mental image, nodding shyly.

"Ever since I worshipped Nurgle, I've felt shy about my kinks, good Nurgle girls are supposed to be focused on good spiritual despair not on kinky sexual fantasies. I feel like it makes me unworthy of being a Nurgle champion if I don't uphold the ideal behaviour of Nurgle.", Egg said despondently.

"My dear Egg, just look at yourself in the mirror. You are REVOLTING, you are PUTRID, you are rotting and decomposing and DISGUSTING!, The mere sight of you inspires despair and depression in all who see you, your breath is so bad that I can physically SEE the Nurgle plagues let alone SMELL them!, No one can ever doubt that you belong to Nurgle and that's the truth. You are already worthy Egg.", Mistress Lash encouraged with brutal honesty.

"That makes me feel happy and insulted at the same time.", Egg said in a mixed tone.

"Do you really think that anyone who sees this skeletal cadaver, this rancid rotting body, this maggot spewing zombie-like abomination, in tickle slavery, do you really think that they will think 'she worships Slaanesh'?, Do you really think that?", Mistress Lash pressed unapologetically.

"I guess not…", Egg conceded.

"Of COURSE not!, Your plagues alone proclaim that Nurgle loves you, your Champion's mark of Nurgle shows that Nurgle CHOSE you!, No amount of chains and tickling at the hands of your husband will EVER make anyone doubt which god you serve!", Mistress Lash exclaimed powerfully.

Egg looked touched by these words and smiled happily with maggots and spiders crawling out of her mouth and across her face.

"I need to go back to the kitchen now you greedy girl, and when I return I'm going to tickle your ribs soooo much that you shit yourself!", Mistress Lash proclaimed dominantly, giving Egg a fond wink of encouragement.

"I already did shit myself…", Egg replied quietly.

"Well you will shit yourself even more then!"

"Thanks Mistress Lash.", Egg said gratefully, looking deeply peaceful now with happy despair.

"I'm not finished with you yet.", Mistress Blade said and pounced on Egg yet again, making her squeal with laughter.

Mistress Lash eventually returned from the kitchen holding some boiled rice based food dish in a large serving bowl, setting it down on the table and then serving food into bowls and setting these bowls down in front of Octavia and Fhimra and Egg strapped in their chairs.

Mistress Lash and Mistress Blade then served themselves and sat down and ate as Octavia and the other two bound women tugged on their wrist straps unhappily, unable to eat until the Dommes unclipped their wrist straps from the chairs. Mistress Lash and Mistress Blade happily ate their food far away from Egg so that they wouldn't smell her stench and be nauseated, sitting at the far end of the table.

"Am I allowed to eat yet?", Egg asked politely.

"You are a little too tied up.", Mistress Lash chuckled.

Egg's head glowed green and her wrist straps unclipped themselves magically, Egg raised her strap clad wrists to show that she had freed herself.

"I was never *actually* tied up in a way that I couldn't easily escape, I just let you tickle me because I like it.", Egg explained with a chuckle.

"That's cheating, tie yourself back up right now you naughty little sub!", Mistress Lash sternly commanded.

Egg giggled and used her witchcraft to clip her wrists down to the chair again and pretended that she was trapped and couldn't escape.

"Oh dear, I can't escape.", Egg said with deliberately bad acting, tugging on her wrist straps theatrically.

The two dommes chuckled at Egg's pure cheek and even Fhimra laughed at this.

The dommes ate very slowly just to torment the three hungry captives, and then they got up and both began tickling Fhimra at the same time, making Fhimra laugh and squeal and convulse in her bondage, fingers playing over her hugely busty lingerie clad body.

Fhimra was tickled for long minutes before the Dommes decided that she got to eat, unclipping her wrist straps so that she could use her hands, giving her cutlery to eat with and a cup of water and a big water jug to refill her cup with. Fhimra ate her rice dish frantically with extreme hunger and drank water desperately, refilling her cup many times as she frantically quenched her apparently great thirst.

Octavia was the next one to be gang tickled by the two dommes, laughing hysterically as her ribs and tummy were tickled hideously by skilled fingertips. Octavia loved every stroke and poke, squealing and squirming and filled with the artificial happiness that soothed all hint of the deeply buried sadness and horror that she subconsciously felt ever since the Night Lords kidnapped her from her village, the tickling making her entire world fill up with laughter and blissful happiness.

Octavia was perfectly happy in her life right now as artificial happiness was forced upon her highly ticklish body, she had Egg visiting her and her joy was complete.

The wonderful tickling ended and Octavia had her wrists unclipped, she reached eagerly for her food but then she felt terribly nauseous, smelling the awful rotting stench of Egg sitting beside her!

Egg was busy being tickled by the two dommes right now, gasping with phlegmy laughter and squirming ticklishly in her straps, she was too distracted to do anything to stop her smell.

Octavia was wretchedly hungry however and she was forced to hold her nose and eat in desperation, as always being given a distressingly small serving on her stupid strict tickle slave diet!

The food was gone in moments and Octavia licked the bowl frantically to get every last trace. She then drank water frantically to fill her hungry stomach just like Fhimra had, so desperately hungry that she bloated with water just to get the pleasurable feeling of a full stomach.

"My haha mother haha is STARVING!", Egg protested angrily through her laughter.

"She is on a diet sweetheart.", Mistress Lash soothed, the two dommes pausing in tickling Egg at the sounds of her anger.

"Give my mother more food.", Egg said in a quiet voice that was somehow more threatening than a shout.

Mistress Blade and Mistress Lash exchanged a fearful glance and looked back at the insanely dangerous Alpha Plus Psyker, as one they nodded fearfully and served Octavia more food!

Octavia squealed with joyful gluttony and eagerly ate more of the yummy carb rich rice dish, holding her nose against Egg's awful reek to keep from puking.

Under the warning throat clearings of Egg the two dommes gave Octavia as much food as she liked and Octavia was delighted, consuming food in an orgy of Slaaneshi gluttony until she couldn't fit another thing into her stomach!

Octavia was very content and sleepy after thoroughly breaking her diet and she could already feel her bra getting slightly tighter as more fat was stored in her huge tits.

Egg herself was eating now, the dommes too spooked to keep tickling her. An awkward silence followed.

Octavia enthusiastically dragged Egg into the bathroom with her after dinner to be tickled clean, Egg getting very reluctant now.

"I really must draw the line here, no hygiene, no bathing, no baths or showers, Nurgle hates hygiene.", Egg protested at the sight of all the bathroom chains in the baths and showers.

Octavia naturally ignored this and pulled Egg's rag dress up over her head to reveal a filthy lingerie bra and copious diarrhoea dripping off the ass string of a skimpy T-front G-string.

Egg squawked like a literal bird in embarrassment with her bird-like mutant voice box and covered her crotch with both hands frantically.

Octavia enthusiastically unhooked Egg's filthy bra and pulled it off down her arms, trying to get it off down her hands.

Egg squawked again and used her powers to put her bra back on in embarrassment!

Octavia tutted and just dragged Egg into the shower in her underwear, wrestling her wrists up into two of the many hanging ceiling handcuffs of the shower, Egg reluctant but not using her powers to resist.

Octavia thanked Egg for cooperating and got naked herself, handcuffing her own wrists up in handcuffs dangling from chains fixed to the ceiling, standing beside Egg and smiling at her happily for doing this for her mother.

Fhimra reluctantly got naked and also handcuffed herself in the shower next to Octavia and Egg, Fhimra's face grimacing in disgust at Egg's appalling stench and hygiene state.

Mistress Lash and Mistress Blade paused at the sight of Egg joining the shower, but Egg gave a little nod of permission and they both stripped naked, entering the very large spacious shower and running the water over all five women at a very comfortable temperature.

"I have some limits Mistresses, I consent to be tickled but I want you to be VERY careful not to dislodge my many parasitic pets, some of them are very sensitive to soaps and shampoos, soap can literally KILL them if too much is used. Kindly refrain from using soap on me, only water.", Egg requested seriously.

"What about eco friendly organic soaps that are designed not to harm creepy crawlies?", Fhimra suggested hopefully in a nauseated voice.

"Those still contain emulsifying agents that are detrimental to bacteria.", Egg replied, Octavia not really understanding these words.

"Well of COURSE they contain emulsifying agents, that's literally how soap works to let oil soluble dirt and skin grease become temporarily water soluble so that they can be washed away with water!", Fhimra exclaimed.

"But the cellular surfaces of all my gram negative bacteria have an oily phospholipid bilayer on the OUTSIDE of their cell walls, phospholipids DISSOLVE in soapy water!", Egg protested.

"So WHAT, bacteria breed INSANELY fast, they breed like bacteria in fact!, They would have completely bred their numbers back in like a day or two but you wouldn't stink (as much) anymore!", Fhimra squabbled with surprising anger.

"That's an incredibly callous suggestion to justify killing beautiful bacteria just because they can breed back up after you decimate them!", Egg snapped back.

"You worship the god of CHILDHOOD LEUKAEMIA and you are worried about some BACTERIA getting culled in number!?", Fhimra snapped back angrily.

"Enough interfaith squabbles!, Everyone knows that the worshippers of Tzeentch and Nurgle don't get on well, but you sub girls will NOT squabble under our domination do I make myself clear!", Mistress Lash sternly interrupted.

"Yes Mistress Lash.", Fhimra agreed immediately without question, extremely well trained to obey by this point.

"Yes Mistress Lash.", Egg said more reluctantly, obviously offended by Fhimra but deliberately not pressing the issue.

"You won't be touched by soap or shampoo Egg, just water and brushes as you request.", Mistress Lash added.

Egg nodded stoically and the dommes picked up the toothbrushes they daily used on Fhimra and Octavia, making Fhimra fidget in nervous anticipation.

Mistress Lash and Mistress Blade then both singled out Egg and very carefully used only water on the toothbrushes to scrub Egg's revolting reeking armpits.

Egg squealed with laughter and squirmed about a lot in her handcuffs, but she didn't ask them to stop nor did she seriously try to defend herself, letting herself be tickled like the tickle slave's daughter that she was, doing her mother proud. Octavia beamed happily with proud approval as Egg laughed hysterically in her handcuffs, so proud of her adoptive daughter for joining in with the family activities like this despite her faith differences.

The two dominatrices were very very careful with the toothbrushes on Egg's skin, tickling her clean of astonishing amounts of vile dark surface dirt in the water spray but not dislodging a single maggot or other creature, tickling around every worm and mite and lice, leaving Egg infested with parasites despite this shower.

Egg was a squealing bundle of sickly laughter, tugging on her handcuffs and squirming frantically as she laughed hysterically, very ticklish and obviously feeling it. The dommes were very dutiful and they removed her bra and underwear, unclipping the top straps of the bra to get it off her arms, revealing her filthy unwashed ulcerous necrotic gangrenous bare boobs.

Egg blushed at her nudity and the Dommes took away her filthy undergarments as well as her rag dress, putting them in one of the more expendable clothes washing machines in a laundry they said when they returned to the shower without them. The dommes then had a lot of fun with Egg's surprisingly ticklish breasts, brushing loose muddy brown filth that ran down her body in the shower, the entire shower floor dark black with Egg's rinsed off filth.

The shower air extractor fans were blasting at full suction power to suck away the air but the shower still stank worse than anything Octavia could possibly describe, the smell so bad that Fhimra was crying in nausea and trying not to spew.

The merciless tickling of Egg continued, tickling brushes dislodging an entire swamp's worth of mud as Egg shrieked with laughter. Octavia's feet felt gross standing in the liquid filth pooling on the floor, the shower drain so inundated with filth that it was getting blocked and the water was building up around all their feet!

Mistress Blade suddenly threw up from the stench of the filthy water she was standing in, her chunky reeking vomit floating on the surface like a scum that was cleaner than the water. Mistress Lash also puked, as did Fhimra and then finally Octavia!

It was like wading in Nurgle's own cauldron, the rising water was absolutely FILTHY!

Egg caught her breath from her earlier laughter as the dommes were too sickened to keep tickling her, and with a chanted spell Egg magically cleared the drain blockage and the nightmarishly filthy water washed away down the drain, the clean shower water flushing it away.

The dommes inspected the toothbrushes they had been using, finding the synthetic bristles so completely defiled that they could never be used again. They threw away the ruined toothbrushes and got brand new ones, continuing to tickle Egg clean to squealing hysterics.

It was useless, no matter how much they scrubbed Egg her skin remained completely permeated with pure filth, every rancid skin pore completely clogged up with an endless amount of vile grimy filth and decay. They scrubbed her armpits till they bled and still they were weeping filth dissolved in the shower water running down her body.

Octavia's own feet were now stained black from just standing in the water that was rinsing off Egg, everyone had black stained feet from standing in this filthy shower runoff!

The two Dommes eventually gave up in defeat, unable to clean the Nurgle champion despite like an hour of trying, Egg giggling in triumph and poking out her vile tongue at them adorably.

"I have greatly enjoyed this lovely long tickle but I could have warned you that it was completely futile, every cell in my body is unclean, no part of me is uncorrupted.", Egg chuckled happily.

The Dommes sighed and unlocked Egg and sent her out to stop contaminating the shower floor, then they got new toothbrushes to tickle Fhimra and Octavia clean, making both women howl with laughter.

Octavia cackled like crazy as her feet were scrubbed relentlessly to remove the black staining, bristles between her toes tickling her like crazy. Even with soap it took ten wonderful minutes to tickle her feet clean, such was the filth scrubbed loose from Egg's vile skin. The dommes were forced to physically scrub the shower floor clean just to stop all their feet getting dirty again.

It took an astonishingly long time for them to all get clean, and the two dommes and two tickle slaves left the shower to find dark filthy bird footprints staining the floor in a track that led out of the bathroom, one of the towels left completely vile with necrotic discharges and shed black feathers, showing that Egg had used a towel to dry herself.

Fhimra crossly got to work sterilising these footprints with harsh chemicals on a mop, and Octavia and the two dommes wisely helped, also bleaching the entire shower while they were at it and pouring an entire container full of drain cleaner down the shower drain to completely sterilise the pipes of the Nurgle filth.

When the bathroom was sterilised and the defiled towel bagged in multiple garbage bags for disposal, the three women put on deodorant and did other nighttime hygiene rituals before finally leaving the bathroom wearing towels, following the trail of filthy bird prints with their mops and cleaning chemicals.

They wisely put on shoes to protect their feet and they activated the ultraviolet lights installed in the ceilings after Mianasajep, illuminating the palace with sterilising ultraviolet light, continuing to mop up Egg's filth as they followed her trail all the way to the laundry room that contained her clothes.

Octavia entered the room to see Egg standing naked in front of a less important washing machine, immediately noticing that the entire washing machine was rusted right through and decomposing with huge mushrooms and mould forests growing out of huge holes rotted right through it, with electrical smoke pouring out of it…

Fhimra and the two dommes spluttered in shock at the state of the washing machine and Egg turned to look at them.

"My clothes are not safe to put in a washing machine.", Egg said simply.

"By undivided!, What did… The washing machine!", Mistress Blade stammered in shock.

"My clothes harbour microbes that flourish in washing machines, Hyperacid Cocci for one.", Egg giggled.

"Hyperacid Cocci?", Mistress Lash asked numbly.

"Yes… It's a Cocci bacteria, that produces acid… Hyper acids in fact. Hyperacid Cocci can dissolve Leman Russ battle tanks…", Egg said slowly and pointedly.

"And the mushrooms?", Mistress Blade asked sounding stunned.

"I guess I had some spores in my clothes?", Egg shrugged.

"Wendy won't be happy about the washing machine.", Mistress Lash said unhappily.

"There's an old Nurgle adage that applies very well to Wendy in this situation. The adage goes 'get over it'. It's very wise words and the key to a peaceful happy life.", Egg said seriously.

"Get over it?", Mistress Lash asked.

"Get over it.", Egg agreed.

"But that doesn't really solve the fact that the washing machine is destroyed.", Fhimra pointed out.

"Nothing short of a Time Machine can change the fact that the washing machine is destroyed, so there is nothing else to do than get over it, focus on something else. My clothes were also destroyed in there, as was the new expensive underwear my husband gave me as a honeymoon present. But I don't dwell on that, I get over it like a mature adult, that is the Nurgle way.", Egg said philosophically.

"Oh no!, Not the sexy lingerie!", Octavia exclaimed.

"It's fine, I got over it. Getting over things is the easiest thing in the world once you let go of all the pettiness of life and focus on what really matters. The planets are made out of dirt, the life is made out of former dirt that will return to dirt, the universe will end in entropy, fuck my underwear, fuck the washing machine, get over it, it's all temporary anyway and was always doomed to rot and die. Bitching about the past won't bring things back from the maw of entropy, getting over things is the only way to peace.", Egg said with meditative peace.

"But Wendy might not get over the washing machine…", Fhimra pointed out.

"Then she's an idiot. That washing machine is not coming back, let it go, get over it.", Egg insisted.

"I guess she can afford to replace it, it's not even the only washing machine in here.", Fhimra conceded.

"Or she could just get over this OBSESSION with everything being clean and stop wasting SOOOO much time fighting against inevitable entropy, just embrace the dirt, get over it, accept that the universe is filled with dirt and understand that in Nurgle all dirt is completely harmless. I get exhausted just thinking about how much time people waste on pointless cleaning, on their death bed are they even going to look back on like ten thousand hours of cleaning the floor as time well spent?", Egg snapped with surprising emotion, seemingly clashing with Fhimra very badly for some reason.

"That's really gross though!", Fhimra protested with equal emotion, the two worshippers of opposite gods reacting very strongly towards each other's incompatible views.

"I don't shower, I don't clean, I don't wipe my ass, I don't wash my clothes, and I'm completely none the worse for it. I have more time to focus on more important things, all such chores are time wasted and I am not robbed of time like this. I get over these petty vices of desiring cleanliness and I accept the inevitability of universal entropy.", Egg countered.

"But we are ALIVE, not dead bodies yet. We grow, we evolve, we change and hope and strive. Entropy might win in the end but before it does we can make everything nice and clean and pretty, we can mutate and evolve and progress in Tzeentch into new and better things. Sitting in your own shit like some despairing emo is PATHETIC!", Fhimra raged, obviously deeply triggered by Egg's worldview.

"You are entitled to your wrong opinion Fhimra, I shall get over it, like an adult.", Egg shrugged dismissively in peaceful despair.

"Hope is more HEALTHY than depression and despair!, Look at what Nurgle has done to you!", Fhimra raged with scarily extreme emotion.

"I am tougher than you, I can survive where you would be a corpse. You cling to your hygiene because in your weakness you need it to survive, the irony that an organism evolved on a bacteria infested ball of dirt cannot endure bacteria and dirt. It's pathetic. I am both primordial and the end of all things, you are just a temporary weak creature whose hopes are doomed to fail one day, my despair will endure far longer than the fleeting folly of hope.", Egg replied mockingly.

"I would rather be dead with dignity than live as a worm infested maggot farm!, You have ruined yourself and it horrifies me!", Fhimra exclaimed shrilly.

"No human body ends in a dignified state, either worms or ashes await every body sooner or later. You are just too weak and too vain to endure the inevitable.", Egg replied calmly in a wet diseased voice.

"Living bodies alone are strong, dead bodies are weak and powerless. It is not dead things that eat the dead it is living evolving things, maggots, worms, fungi, all thriving and progressing and changing over time. Nurgle doesn't 'own' the fungi and the procaryotes, they are as much under Tzeentch as Nurgle.", Fhimra bickered.

"I am not weak, I have worms and maggots all through me and I'm not weak or dead at all. I have transcended your petty notions of mortality, I am a living body of many creatures, my flesh decays but I am more than my human flesh, every maggot and microbe is a part of me now. To me you and your kind are weak single species meat sacks that cannot survive a little bit of dirt. I am orders of magnitude more than you can ever be Fhimra.", Egg replied with calm triumph.

"And my god LOVES me. Your god Tzeentch sees a pawn when he looks at you, my Nurgle sees a beloved child. Nurgle will forever embrace me as part of the elaborate garden of Nurgle, Tzeentch will drive your soul mad in your own afterlife and then he will consume you. I pity you Fhimra and I offer you the chance to join Nurgle and be loved like I am loved.", Egg offered.

"I 'respectfully' decline your offer Egg.", Fhimra replied disgustedly.

"That's ok, I will get over it.", Egg said with happy peaceful despair.

"I had better get you some new clothes Egg.", Mistress Lash changed the subject.

"Thank you Lash.", Egg said happily with maggots crawling out of her grinning mouth across her necrotic face, her putrid naked body just as filthy as it had been before she had a shower.

Egg dressed in underwear and an old kimono Mistress Lash could live without, both of which immediately began to decay, and Octavia wisely didn't hug her goodbye as Egg took her leave of the palace.

Octavia was soon in bed with Fhimra, yawning sleepily.

Fhimra was still in a bad mood about squabbling with Egg and was muttering to herself petulantly.

"Fhimra… Get over it…", Octavia whispered Egg's words, seeing that Egg really did have a point.

***…

(Merry Christmas everyone, wishing each and every person the strength to get over whatever this year has sent your way and to find peace in the new year)