Chapter 38H
The Slaanesh fleet was in a desperate frenzy of cleaning as it floated in orbit around the Nurgle dedicated jungle planet, trying desperately to stave off infection.
Incompetent cleaning staff were fired in droves and replaced with much more diligent Tzeentch worshipping Stōørølø slaves, literally millions of people were mobilised across the sizeable fleet to try to sanitise the pressurised metal ships they lived in and rebreathed the same air in, and fear was raw in every non-Nurgle worshipper who had any common sense, (so not Octavia).
Even the grossest (non-Nurgle) slobs were fearfully showering regularly and washing their hands religiously, everyone treated every cough or sneeze with horror and suspicion, ultraviolet lights were set up in every air duct to fry any virus particles, and particle filters were set up over every air vent for additional protection. Disinfectant aerosols sprayed throughout the ship, turning the air misty from the sheer amounts the paranoid crew sprayed in the air constantly.
This was the reality of dealing with Nurgle, if you wanted to survive you had to treat hygiene as a matter of life and death, never knowing if a given breath of air carried a lethal virus so flooding every breath with countermeasures just in case. Huge amounts of scrubbed up filth were jettisoned out into space just in case, cast off in trajectories that would hit the planets atmosphere and burn up on reentry just to be safe.
The decks of the Nightmare Asylum were the cleanest they had ever been, all the metal and paint scrubbed absolutely raw, every surface and crack drowned in harsh cleaning chemicals and scoured of every last particle of dirt. The hazy misty air smelled of disinfectant aerosol, all dimly lit blue with ultraviolet light, and everyone fearfully distanced themselves from any strangers as though they carried the very plagues of hell.
Inside the dungeon palace of Wendy Sevenson, Fhimra Pyrestrength was twitching on the hard sterile floor of her slave cell with Octavia, with a metal collar padlocked around Fhimra's bare neck, the collar attached to a long loose chain that was bolted to the floor a few metres away. Fhimra groaned in misery at the rawness of her poor skin, her skin scrubbed with so many toothbrushes for so many days now that her skin was painfully raw.
Octavia was also present, and also chained by the neck, and her normally pale skin was a raw pink colour from equally excessive constant tickling clean with toothbrushes. She was as clean as it was possible to be clean all over her gorgeous naked body, but she didn't look particularly bothered by how painfully raw her skin was.
The pair were both laying on the cold hard floor for want of a bed, the Owners deciding that beds and bedding might harbour hidden infections, and the two tickle slaves had literally nothing but the completely sterilised floor to sleep on, without so much as a sheet or blanket.
"We can't keep doing this. If my skin gets scrubbed anymore it will bleed.", Fhimra groaned in pain from the floor.
"That sounds very pleasurable.", Octavia said happily from the floor beside Fhimra, her Slaaneshi masochism completely unbothered by the rawness of her skin.
"I can't go on. I'm so raw and in SO much pain. I just want a break from this… I need a day off, a holiday…", Fhimra groaned in pain.
"We never ever get days off as tickle slaves, no holidays. I have been tickled every day for YEARS now without a single full day off, not counting during the worst times near the end of the starvation crisis. At best I get part of the day off to do my own things, sometimes I just stay locked up for days but I don't like that.", Octavia said dimly.
"I need to get some sick leave to grow back my layers of skin.", Fhimra groaned in misery.
Octavia sat up and crawled over to Fhimra, patting her hair sympathetically as she groaned in pain.
"Please don't tickle me Mistress Octavia, I don't have enough skin left to take it, it will just hurt me.", Fhimra submissively begged Octavia.
Octavia leaned down to romantically kiss Fhimra on the lips, but even this hurt Fhimra with her lips scrubbed so raw and tender.
Fhimra started to cry, so upset by her life right now.
"Nurgle ruins absolutely everything!, My life was perfect, now it's miserable!, I hate stupid Nurgle so much for always ruining every good thing in the galaxy!", Fhimra exclaimed crossly in frustrated tears.
"You still have me, you are still a tickle slave for life.", Octavia tried to encourage.
"Why does it have to be for LIFE!, That's so restrictive and limits so many possibilities!, I want to do other things too!, I want to be able to go away occasionally and see new places and try new things. I feel like I'm going mad trapped in this dungeon all the time!", Fhimra exclaimed in a panic.
"You could ask Owner Wendy for permission, she might let you have some half days off.", Octavia encouraged soothingly.
"I have SO many things I would like to do if I could. I want to read books, I want to watch shows, I want to do all sorts of hobbies, maybe play in a sports team, I could even write a book or get a degree in something. My mind craves mental stimulation but I get tickled so much that I can't even think!", Fhimra lamented, uncharacteristically lacking her usual optimism.
"I wouldn't mind doing some of those things with you, I like the idea of doing sport again, it's been ages since I last competed in a slave tickling event.", Octavia said enthusiastically.
"That's not the sort of 'sport' I had in mind. I was meaning something with a ball, like joining a women's netball team, maybe playing tennis or even volleyball. I want to do something that is not related to tickling or bondage at all, to just get out and clear my head doing something that other women do for fun.", Fhimra said seriously.
"If we had a ball we could play right now.", Octavia sweetly encouraged.
"My skin is too raw to play anything right now, but I was thinking of playing OUTSIDE the dungeon, I just need a break from all this kink, I want to meet non-kinky people and just do innocent stuff like playing netball with other women.", Fhimra sighed hopefully.
"I would LOVE to do that with you!", Octavia enthusiastically agreed sweetly.
Fhimra smiled at this sweetness.
"I would love to play alongside you too, I would also love to try to learn how to surf on a surfboard, I would love to go hiking in a beautiful landscape, I would love to play beach volleyball on a sunny beach in between surfing and swimming and enjoying nature. I would love to go on holidays with you for a few days to some beautiful beach town on some beautiful planet, to just get away from the dungeon for a while and refresh my mind.", Fhimra said hopefully.
"I like the sound of that, so long as I get to be tickled.", Octavia said happily.
"I could tie you to a palm tree trunk on the edge of a beach and tickle your tummy till you pee your bikini bottoms.", Fhimra said fondly.
"You are making me wet saying that.", Octavia replied huskily.
"It could be our honeymoon, just a week at some perfect beach town, no owners, no restrictions, just us doing our own thing for a week. We could eat at local restaurants, stay in a hotel, maybe a little cabin right on the beach with some privacy among a bunch of palm trees. We could ask Wendy for money to pay for everything and just enjoy one perfect week to begin our married life.", Fhimra outlined her hope with a smile.
"That sounds like the most romantic honeymoon ever.", Octavia said fondly, her beautiful face smiling contentedly at the thought.
"We could bury each other in the sand so that we can't move and dig down to tickle each other's feet in the sand.", Fhimra said with a naughty smile, getting wet at the thought of Octavia doing this to her.
"I wish we could do that right now!", Octavia said enthusiastically, getting excited.
"We could wear bikinis everyday, we could swim, lay around a pool on beach chairs, we could walk on the beach holding hands as the sun sets over the water.", Fhimra said romantically.
"That sounds so perfect.", Octavia said fondly.
"We just need the fleet to find a planet with really nice beaches, surely there are planets like that somewhere in the Maelstrom.", Fhimra said hopefully.
"I can't wait to spend a romantic week with you on the perfect beach my love.", Octavia said romantically.
"It is my certain hope that this will happen, TigerLily promised that if Lash stays married to Wendy then we will get married and live 'ticklishly ever after'. You will be my wife who will tickle dominate me for the rest of our lives, our lives will be filled with laughter till our dying day.", Fhimra said with blissful certainty.
"I like the sound of that.", Octavia said with an intoxicating purr.
"I still need a break sooner than that though, my skin needs a rest to heal. I'm going to beg Wendy and Lash for medical leave.", Fhimra said seriously.
"You could ask, but they will probably refuse. They are keeping us safe from getting sick.", Octavia said apologetically.
"I'm getting injured anyway from all the skin scrubbing, I will be bleeding by tomorrow night if this continues. Then they will have to stop anyway. I'm just trying to stop it before that so that I can recover faster and escape a lot of agony and tears.", Fhimra insisted.
"Does that mean that I will have to stop by tomorrow night too?", Octavia asked unhappily.
"Your skin is pink and raw, another day of scrubbing and you will be bleeding all over. You don't have much skin left to keep in the blood beneath. By tomorrow night the Owners will demand that you get scrubbed no more until you heal.", Fhimra said seriously.
"But but!, But I LOVE being tickled with toothbrushes all day long!", Octavia protested in dismay.
"You should ask for a break now too, if we stop before we bleed then we'll heal our skin back quicker.", Fhimra said seriously.
"What if they just tickle us clean with their hands all day instead of a toothbrush?", Octavia asked hopefully.
"That would only buy us a little more time before our skin bleeds, our skin is incredibly thin right now, it needs rest.", Fhimra informed Octavia miserably.
"But I want to be tickled!", Octavia pouted childishly.
"Your skin is raw, I'm warning you that your skin will bleed if you don't let it rest for a few days."
"A few DAYS!?", Octavia exclaimed in dismay.
"If you bleed it will take even longer to heal.", Fhimra warned her in exasperation.
Fhimra was too exhausted and sore to keep arguing with Octavia and she just gingerly got as comfortable as she could, using her very long dark blonde/light brown hair as a padding under her body to protect as much of her skin as possible from the cold hard floor.
"That's a good idea.", Octavia said impressed, and tried to use her own long curly dark brown hair as padding under herself, but she didn't have as much length to work with, the curls eating up the hair length in endless circles so that her hair didn't even reach her hips like Fhimra's hair easily did.
"No fair!, My hair isn't as long as yours!", Octavia pouted in disappointment, envious of the fact that Fhimra's hips and bottom had hair draped under them while Octavia's own hips and bottom pressed into the cold hard metal floor.
"I don't cut my hair except to remove split ends and neaten it up. It took me ages to grow it this long.", Fhimra said proudly.
"Owner Wendy gets my hair cut frequently to keep it as sexy and cute as possible, I don't have permission to choose my own hairstyle or length.", Octavia said unhappily, trying unsuccessfully to pull her hair down to cushion her hip.
"I would cry if anyone cut my hair against my wishes, I love my long hair.", Fhimra said cringing at the thought.
"Owner Wendy makes all of my decisions for me, I'm completely powerless as her tickle slave, she owns me and dominates me completely.", Octavia said calmly, as though this fact was perfectly normal for her, which Fhimra had to concede it was.
"Does it bother you?", Fhimra asked seriously.
"It actually turns me on terribly and makes me feel horny to be such a powerless tickle slave, I love being so dominated and controlled like this.", Octavia said naughtily.
"I also enjoy being so dominated, but I'm glad that I have more choices than you do. I don't want anyone to decide my hair for me, I want to have some small things that are just for me to decide, but apart from that I LOVE being dominated.", Fhimra sighed with a small smile.
The pair slowly fell asleep, Fhimra's skin too raw to cuddle Octavia, and both of them shivered in their sleep the entire night, their bodies cold.
In the night Fhimra was woken up by Octavia sneezing loudly, and she squinted in the dim light of the slave cell to see Octavia sitting up hugging her knees and shivering violently as she sneezed repeatedly.
Fhimra was immediately aware of the fact that she herself was freezing cold with only her own hair for warmth, and she shivered and chattered her many many teeth as she got up to check on Octavia.
"Fhimra, I'm sick!", Octavia groaned in the pining way a sick child would.
Fhimra rushed over to her without hesitation and touched her back and her forehead, finding Octavia to be very cold and hypothermic!
Fhimra got up immediately and tried to get help, but her neck chain stopped her!
Fhimra loudly shouted for help, yelling loudly for someone to wake up and assist them.
Chaquille eventually arrived, wearing the gayest pyjamas Fhimra had ever seen, and he sleepily asked what all the shouting was about.
"Go get Wendy and Lash immediately!, Octavia is sick!", Fhimra exclaimed.
Chaquille leapt back in horror, covering his mouth and nose with his shirt, and he ran off looking panicked in the direction of Wendy's bedroom.
Fhimra cuddled Octavia from behind, ignoring her own tender raw skin as she tried to warm up the freezing Octavia. Octavia groaned in sickness and sneezed again.
Wendy and Lash took a long time to arrive, and were wearing full hazmat suits with virus rated gas masks when they arrived, holding med-packs and even a handheld air scanning device to check the air for viruses.
The pair were almost inside the door when the device beeped loudly in warning, and the pair backed away fearfully!
"Fuck!, You have caught a strain of Fool's Bane!", Wendy exclaimed, looking at the scanner.
"You mean Covid?", Fhimra asked worriedly.
"Fool's Bane is a disease that targets people with low IQ levels.", Wendy elaborated.
"So then you DEFINITELY mean Covid, right?", Fhimra pressed.
"No, Fool's Bane is a terrible disease that decimates the most low IQ people in any population!"
"That still sounds like Covid…"
"It's not fucking Covid!, It's WORSE than Covid!", Wendy snapped crossly.
"Owner Wendy!, I'm scared!", Octavia whimpered through her chattering teeth.
"I will get you the best care possible my darling, don't worry about a thing!", Wendy loudly reassured, but fearfully kept her distance from Octavia.
"What is Fool's Bane?", Fhimra asked apprehensively.
"Well it is VERY similar to Covid…", Wendy began.
"I KNEW it!", Fhimra exclaimed.
"But it's ALSO different!, It's a daemonic disease that deliberately targets people with lower intelligence, it's not a biological virus like Covid is.", Wendy gravely insisted.
"So you and me won't catch it Ma'am?, Poor Octavia!", Fhimra began but then focused on the fact that Octavia was sick.
"Yes you and me are both safe Fhimra, but we still might become asymptomatic carriers who might infect others.", Wendy said gravely.
"Why did you only say that 'you and Wendy' are safe, not 'you and Wendy and *Lash*'?", Lash asked warningly, sounding suspicious and offended.
"I just meant that Wendy and I have *very* high IQ scores, we are academically highly gifted. I wasn't saying that you are stupid Ma'am, you are just not QUITE as gifted as we are Ma'am… (Oh dear that sounds terrible)…", Fhimra fumbled distractedly.
"I will punish you later for your disrespect, for now we have to care for poor Octavia.", Lash dismissed the insult, returning to the issue at hand.
Octavia sneezed again and groaned miserably, and Fhimra cuddled her tightly.
"Fhimra you stay with her as you are already exposed anyway. I will raise the alarm with the Cartel medical authorities and call for a contagion response team. The rest of us had better keep our distance and sterilise our hazmat suits.", Wendy said seriously.
Fhimra nodded and just kept caring for Octavia, asking for a blanket.
Wendy threw a folded blanket into the room and Fhimra gratefully covered the shivering Octavia with it, trying to warm her up.
Some time later a group of people in full biohazard suits arrived looking stressed, the people spraying huge jets of antiviral chemicals into the room before entering, making a point of spraying down Octavia and Fhimra heavily with huge jets of the chemical mist until they were soaked with slightly white clear liquid that stung their raw skin.
Octavia and Fhimra both coughed from the thick haze of chemicals, and the people scanned them both without saying a word to them yet.
"Both Fool's Bane positive, one infected and one confirmed asymptomatic carrier.", A medical response person in a biohazard suit said in an officious male voice.
"Hello sir, would you like me to answer questions?", Fhimra asked respectfully.
"I want to know everyone you have been in contact with in the last few days, I want to know where you have been and what you have done.", The man said officiously.
Fhimra explained the fact that the pair were tickle slaves trapped in a dungeon, pointing to her nudity and neck chain, and pointing to their raw skin explaining that they had done nothing else but being scrubbed raw for days by the six apprentices, naming each of them, and naming everyone else in the home as someone they had been in contact with.
"Everyone in this place is now quarantined, as are the six you named as soon as we find them. No one but health professionals in biohazard suits can enter or leave the respective homes until a certified health professional declares you non infectious.", the man said self-importantly.
"You have GOT to be joking!, I am Wendy Sevenson herself!, I can't just take days off work like this!", Wendy protested.
"People could die if this spreads. I'm sorry but those are the rules.", the man said officiously.
"I'm not even exposed, I scanned myself. I'm not carrying any virus and I'm wearing a biological warfare rated hazmat suit with a virus rated gas mask. The palace is large enough to quarantine off the section where the slave girls live from the rest, I can close airtight doors and divert airflow ducts so that the tickle slaves are hermetically sealed inside their own quarantine section.", Wendy offered reasonably.
"Yes you *should* do that, but you are STILL quarantined until further notice just in case. Those are the rules.", the man said stubbornly.
"It only affects stupid people though, is it really SUCH a bad thing if we cull some of the idiots around here?", Wendy said callously.
"My son has intellectually impaired Down syndrome Madam.", The medical response team man replied with naked hatred at her words…
Fhimra and Lash both buried their faces in their hands in embarrassment and shame as Wendy spluttered in response.
"I'm SO sorry!", Wendy apologised in aching embarrassment.
"Are you now?", the man dismissed her apology with unsubtle contempt.
"I didn't mean that I wanted to kill all those sweet Down syndrome special people, I was more thinking about some of my idiotic coworkers.", Wendy attempted to salvage this embarrassing situation.
"Fool's Bane KILLS people Madam!, Your own slave here has caught it and all you can think of is decimating human beings you know personally?!, People like you make me sick!", the man said indignantly.
The other silent members of the man's team silently nodded in agreement, looking at Wendy coldly through the goggles of their biohazard suits. It was so awkward that Fhimra felt almost physical pain.
"You are right. I'm truly sorry. You have taught me a valuable lesson and I promise to improve as a person going forward.", Wendy said penitently, obviously trying to save face.
"Indeed.", The man said simply, and gave the air another huge spray of chemicals.
Wendy tossed a key ring full of keys to Fhimra from just outside the doorway, and Fhimra gratefully unlocked the collars off herself and Octavia. Fhimra tossed the keys back, but Wendy and Lash leapt back from the keys and didn't touch them until the medical response team comprehensively sprayed the keys with chemicals until their instruments showed that the keys were clean.
"Fhimra it is up to you to look after Octavia in your quarantined section. Your owners should make sure that your area has access to all the food and supplies and medicine you might need for several weeks before sealing you off, and you will need to have vox access to contact the outside for information and help if required. I want you to listen very carefully…", The man told her seriously.
Fhimra obediently listened as she was given detailed instructions and information, asked if she was literate and then being tossed a small booklet of additional information about Fool's Bane and how to deal with it.
Octavia needed to be kept warm and comfortable with plenty of rest, she needed to be given all sorts of medication at set times and kept fed and well hydrated. Her condition and temperature needed to be monitored and she would need to be hospitalised if she had trouble breathing or got other serious symptoms.
The man hypothesised that Octavia might have caught it directly through the local warp because she had latent low level psychic powers, explaining that her lust auras were in fact a Slaaneshi psychic power and that Octavia was in fact an extremely petty psyker. The man hypothesised that Octavia was a high Kappa level psyker, just below the Iota level of "true" psykers, and was therefore susceptible to falling prey to the perils of the warp!
If this was true then the proximity to the overwhelming Nurgle energies of the planet had allowed some malicious Nurgle daemon to directly attack Octavia's lowly psychic brain to infect her with a daemonic disease!
Fhimra loudly cursed Nurgle for harming her precious Octavia!, Nurgle ruined every good thing!
"I'm on my way to heal you both!", A horribly familiar powerful diseased voice said directly in Fhimra's mind!
"Egg?", Wendy said, apparently having heard it too.
"No no no!, No Nurgle Champions onboard this ship!, You must be joking!", The man loudly protested, also having heard the voice.
"But I can heal them with the healing power of Nurgle.", Egg burbled insistently.
"Do it from a distance, you must not come here lest you infect the whole ship!", The man demanded officiously.
"Who died and made you Captain of the ship?", Egg replied in a wet voice of irritation.
"I'm just following the rules that the CAPTAIN set.", the man stubbornly insisted.
"My powers are not yet recovered enough to heal Mummy Octavia without being close to her, from this distance I can only reduce her symptoms slightly without curing her outright.", Egg complained, but strangely didn't demand to defy the standing orders.
"Can you save her life from your current distance?", The man asked from his biohazard suit.
"Yes…", Egg replied.
"Then you don't need to come then.", The man said simply.
"Nurgle didn't give your son Down syndrome, and he didn't 'heal' your son of Down syndrome because that's impossible even for Nurgle. I understand why you feel the need to hate Nurgle, but it's misplaced.", Egg said compassionately in every mind, apparently directed at the officious man.
"Don't you DARE, don't you DARE talk about my son!, Mind your own business do you hear me!", The man snarled, sounding deeply upset.
Fhimra felt deeply uncomfortable, not wanting any part of this deeply personal conversation about Down syndrome.
"You became a paramedic out of hatred of Nurgle, because you blame him…", Egg continued.
"Shut the fuck up and mind your own business!", The man snarled in a rage.
"I'm not your enemy, I don't hate you…", Egg attempted.
"My personal family life is NONE of your business!", The man angrily insisted.
One of the other paramedic people patted his shoulder sympathetically but he shrugged it off immediately, obviously deeply upset and angry.
The man then simply walked out, looking deeply upset, and an awkward silence lingered as his team awkwardly took their leave and followed their deeply upset leader.
"That was absolutely brutal…", Fhimra said quietly.
"I'm so embarrassed that it's physically painful…", Lash added sounding mortified.
"It's even worse for me, I didn't mean to say that I wanted his Down syndrome kid to die!", Wendy exclaimed in mortified embarrassment.
"I'm embarrassed too…", Egg said in their minds.
Octavia simply sneezed again, groaning in sickness…
***…
"I hope that all that methane gas they want to drill up is worth it.", Fhimra muttered acidly as she cared for her poor sick girlfriend Octavia.
The pair were now completely sealed away inside a small section of the palace with enough supplies to last them three months if necessary, with toilets and bathing facilities and running water and other essentials. It was a *sort* of holiday from all the toothbrush tickling, but not exactly what Fhimra had hoped for.
Octavia was stripped naked on top of a bed with a fever, sweating all over and groaning in misery as she sneezed repeatedly, looking sick and miserable.
Fhimra dutifully put a cold damp cloth on her raw forehead, careful not to rub her already raw skin as she cooled her down with the cloth. Octavia had fans blowing on her and the air conditioning blasting cold air in the room, terribly overheated with her fever, her temperature elevated.
Octavia sneezed again and blew her nose with a paper tissue, the (already previously raw) skin around her nostrils and upper lip so extra raw from all the tissues that she was bleeding in places, the skin an angry red where it wasn't outright bleeding.
Fhimra compassionately put a cool wet rag between Octavia's massive sweaty tits, trying to bring down her temperature as she suffered in sickness.
Fhimra herself was dressed in sexy lacy white underwear and one of Octavia's faded tickling related white shirts that was slightly too big for the small Fhimra, not even bothering to wear bottoms beyond her lacy white panties. Fhimra once again cursed the fact that her available clothing was so limited by her owners, everything just HAD to be overly sexy to the point that not even her panties could be practical, just all sexy lacy lingerie. She didn't have any lazy clothes for comfortably sitting around at home in, forced to wear sexy lingerie and borrow shirts from Octavia even in quarantine like this!
If Fhimra's owner Wendy hadn't been a woman and a lesbian herself then Fhimra would have accused her of being anti feminist for the way she sexually objectified Fhimra, it really was ridiculous just how much Fhimra had been turned into a pretty little dungeon ornament who existed only as a sexual object rather than a normal woman.
Fhimra had no choice in the matter as always, never having power as she endlessly submitted to lesbian domination. She had a shopping list as long as her arm of things that she wanted to buy, but Wendy kept denying permission saying that the things on the list were boring and not sexy enough. Fhimra couldn't even buy plain white panties as they weren't "sexy enough", she couldn't buy pants (unless they were fetish ware), she couldn't even buy socks unless they passed the "cuteness test"!
Fhimra loved being a dominated sub, but she also had a life where she just wanted to be Fhimra the woman rather than Fhimra the sub, she felt a growing sense that she needed more balance in her life, that she needed to be just a normal person sometimes with a normal life, even for just a few hours a few times a week.
Fhimra sighed at her limited clothing options and kept cooling down the feverish Octavia.
Even miserably sick Octavia was a deliciously sexy woman, her naked feverish body glistening with fever sweat on her bulging breasts and perfect curves. She constantly radiated her passive psychic power of a subtle lust aura that made her enflame the lust of people around her, making her even more attractive and sexualised to the sight of everyone up close.
Fhimra spent so much time with Octavia that she was used to her lust aura and could resist it with long practice, but she always felt a little bit damp in her presence, her vagina never quite dry, always slightly titillated by the lust aura.
Fhimra didn't take sexual advantage of the sick Octavia, merely lovingly taking care of her and keeping her fever under control.
"I'm absolutely FREEZING!", Octavia suddenly said, shivering violently despite her temperature still being elevated.
"That's the fever talking, you are experiencing a fever chill, you are actually too hot already.", Fhimra told Octavia sympathetically.
"I need a blanket before I freeze!", Octavia insisted, shakily trying to cover herself with a blanket.
Fhimra sternly pulled the blanket away again, insisting to Octavia that she needed to cool down.
Octavia wrestled the blanket from Fhimra and covered herself again childishly, insisting that she was freezing to death.
Fhimra took a page out of Lash's book and pinched Octavia's ear and twisted it hard, making her hiss and moan in pain. Fhimra then used the ear to force Octavia to get out of bed, taking her to a bondage table in another room and forcing Octavia to lay down on it.
Fhimra then strapped Octavia down spread eagle so she couldn't move, forcing her naked body to remain cool.
"I'm FREEZING!", Octavia exclaimed from the bondage table.
Fhimra put an electric thermometer in Octavia's ear and checked her temperature, finding her to be 39 degrees Celsius, 2 degrees higher than it should be.
"You are already overheated, you need to cool down my love.", Fhimra insisted.
Octavia tried to escape but her bondage was too strong, and Fhimra got a bucket of cold water with cloths floating in it, putting the bucket on the table beside Octavia and using the wet cloths to cool down her skin.
Octavia loudly protested, squealing that she was freezing cold, but Fhimra mercilessly kept her cool, using the thermometer to gauge Octavia's true temperature.
"This coldness torture isn't fun!", Octavia protested with chattering teeth, looking so wretchedly sick.
Fhimra ignored her and just kept mercilessly cooling Octavia down, getting her temperature down to 38 degrees Celsius, one above optimal. Octavia reacted as though she was being murdered with cold, being too childlike to grasp that Fhimra wasn't being mean but was helping her.
"This torture is making me wet.", Octavia said huskily, but ruined the seduction by loudly sneezing snot everywhere.
Fhimra ignored her and cleaned up her snot, and forced her to drink some water as she shivered violently on the table.
"I'm absolutely BOILING hot!", Octavia suddenly exclaimed and stopped shivering to sweat profusely, the chill having subsided to a hot fever flush.
"I TOLD you!", Fhimra chided, and kept cooling her down with cold wet cloths.
Octavia moaned in pleasure from the cold, and Fhimra got her temperature all the way down to 37.5 degrees Celsius, upper normal temperature.
Fhimra sighed in relief, but didn't rush to free Octavia, finding her easier to handle in bondage.
Fhimra put a tissue to Octavia's nose and she blew hard, filling the tissue with gross snot. A few more tissues cleared her nose of quite an astonishing amount of snot and fluid, until no more remained, letting Octavia breathe easily again.
Octavia looked down at her bound body suggestively.
"Tickles?", Octavia asked Fhimra hopefully.
Fhimra indulgently squeezed one of Octavia's thighs just above the knee, making her squeal with delighted laughter for about two minutes before stopping.
"Why did you stop?", Octavia giggled adorably.
"You are sick and your skin is really raw.", Fhimra explained apologetically.
"A soft feather on my feet won't hurt my skin.", Octavia suggested naughtily.
Fhimra checked her temperature again, finding it still fine, and indulgently found the softest feather she possibly could, and used it to stroke the bottom of Octavia's left foot.
Octavia squealed with delighted laughter, a huge smile splitting her face and Fhimra smiled as she kept stroking her foot the way Octavia wanted her to.
Fhimra found it extremely relaxing to tickle Octavia's feet like this with a feather, it was such a gentle small harmless act but it generated such an energetic reaction. Fhimra was barely even moving the feather but Octavia was going crazy with laughter, the most ticklish woman Fhimra had ever seen.
Octavia the Slaanesh worshipping tickle slave had obviously been slightly mutated by her god to be unnaturally ticklish to better feed sensation to Slaanesh, every single part of her ticklish to the point of absurdity. The woman did little else but get tickled to feed Slaanesh so it was little wonder that Slaanesh had made her as ticklish as possible to maximise this worship energy. The fact that Octavia was a latent psyker would make this worship energy even more intense, she was a blazing power plant that existed to feed the maximum power to her god.
Fhimra had so little power in her life as a tickle slave usually that she found it strangely empowering when she got to tickle others, to inflict on others what she was daily forced to endure so much of, to be on the other side of a feather for a change.
Being the one holding the feather was really nice and fun and relaxing, not laughing desperately and going crazy but comfortable and relaxed as you made someone else go crazy and laugh. It took much less energy to be a tickler than a ticklee, you could just be lazy as your poor partner struggled like crazy and laughed hysterically.
Octavia was VERY happy being tickled like this, the woman finding seemingly orgasmic pleasure in the sensation, but she was sick and she was sneezing and coughing a lot.
Fhimra stopped and checked Octavia, getting her to blow her nose again and checking her temperature, giving her more water when her temperature was shown to be normal.
Fhimra sat on the side of the table holding the feather, and very softly stroked it up and down Octavia's torso, making her giggle and snort and laugh.
Fhimra gently caressed Octavia's fat nipples with the tip of the soft feather, making her giggle and moan in equal measure, her huge tits rising and falling from the heavy breathing of her titillation.
Fhimra had fun putting the feather in Octavia's belly button, making her go absolutely crazy with laughter, surprisingly ticklish here, and Fhimra mischievously just kept softly stroking the feather in this little hole, making Octavia howl with sustained hard laughter that didn't end for as long as Fhimra kept tickling her belly button.
Fhimra grinned playfully as she just kept focusing on Octavia's belly button without mercy, and Octavia did not stop laughing hard, thrashing reflexively in her bonds and obviously tickled terribly.
Octavia laughed so hard that she heavily wet herself with an arching squirt of urine in the air between her legs, tickled so hard that she pissed herself.
Octavia looked at Fhimra with smitten eyes, being a woman who LOVED being forced to wet herself from tickling.
Fhimra checked on Octavia's nose and temperature again, and cleaned up the urine, before then tickling her belly button again making her laugh hard like before.
Fhimra spent maybe an hour off and on tickling Octavia's belly button with the feather, generating endless heavy laughter, but then Octavia got sicker and Fhimra had to stop, reluctantly untying her and putting her in bed.
Fhimra fed Octavia and gave her medicine periodically, and Octavia slipped in and out of fever, having many fitful sleeps as Fhimra dutifully kept her temperature stable and lovingly cared for her.
The feather was never far away during Octavia's weller moments, her extremely ticklish belly button getting endless visits from the feather tip, and her surprisingly ticklish clitoris also got a soft tickle from the feather, making Octavia laugh surprisingly hard all the way to orgasm, even her clitoris being ticklish.
Fhimra explored Octavia's insanely busty naked body literally all over with the soft feather tip, searching in vain for a part of her body that wasn't ticklish. Even Octavia's butt hole was incredibly ticklish to the feather, her pussy was ticklish, even on the inside and between and underneath every single slimy flap, all of it just incredibly ticklish to the feather.
Octavia was completely submissive as her body was explored with the feather, laughing hard but not at all resisting or trying to escape, not even needing bondage to hold her as she willingly kept her arms raised above her head to expose her own armpits.
Fhimra had a great time just exploring her girlfriend's body like this, discovering just how insanely ticklish she was and mapping out especially ticklish places in between caring for Octavia in her illness.
The tickling seemed to help Octavia recover, as though it was literally feeding energy to her immune system through the psychic worship energies, which in all likelihood it literally was.
When Fhimra tickled Octavia less she got sicker, when she tickled her more she seemed to slightly recover. Fhimra took the hint and just used the feather all day long very softly on Octavia's raw skin to avoid hurting it anymore, just the softest strokes that tickled without any damage.
Octavia was extremely happy and delighted from these hours of tickling, smiling at Fhimra fondly and romantically, looking completely in love with Fhimra. Octavia happily held her body still for every hellishly ticklish stroke of the feather on her erotic completely naked body, her huge breasts hanging down pendulously as the feather stroked over these spongy bulging milk glands.
Octavia laughed hysterically but was gentle as a lamb, compliant to Fhimra's every command and trembling bodily as the feather stroked up her butt crack and up her spine, her laughing face looked incredibly horny and erotic.
At a certain point Octavia spontaneously kissed Fhimra's raw lips with her own, too turned on to resist anymore, and her lust aura blazed so strongly that Fhimra couldn't resist her even if she wanted to, and gave herself to Octavia's passionate kisses.
Octavia seemed physically reinvigorated from the entire day of tickling, the sickness fought back by her Slaaneshi tickling energy, still sick but nothing like before. Octavia was incredibly sexually aggressive, energetically pulling off Fhimra's top for her and unhooking Fhimra's bra with a single practiced pinch.
Fhimra moaned as her panties were pulled down and off by Octavia, and groaned as Octavia stuffed two fingers inside her very wet pussy.
Fhimra fingered Octavia in turn, the pair kissing heavily as they mutually masturbated, and it was incredibly romantic as Fhimra and Octavia orgasmed in unison, (but they didn't stop at just ONE orgasm each).
After about two hours of utter heaven Fhimra lay naked in bed with Octavia, feeling rawer than ever but so comfortable that she didn't want to move.
Octavia held up the soft feather mischievously, and gently stroked Fhimra's small soft slender feminine abdominal muscles, sending a ticklish jolt through Fhimra that made her bodily flinch!
Octavia playfully kept stroking Fhimra's abs and she began to giggle involuntarily from how much it tickled her, squirming and flinching uncomfortably, insanely ticklish just after having multiple orgasms!
Fhimra was naturally submissive to her personal Dominatrix Octavia, very VERY used to being tickled by her, and Fhimra did nothing to stop her, giggling and squealing but submissively taking it without resistance.
Fhimra felt wonderful as her girlfriend tickled her for the first time all day, Fhimra enjoyed being tickled and enjoyed it all the more after a long day of rest from the sensation. Fhimra enjoyed a lovely soft tickle in various places for half an hour, the feather so soft that it didn't hurt her raw skin, buzzing all over her skin with waves of thrill, her brain drowning in pleasure endorphins.
Octavia then started to get really sick again, and Fhimra remembered to keep tickling her, confiscating the feather and putting it in Octavia's belly button for thirty minutes of howling laughter until Octavia's sickness lessened again.
Fhimra gave Octavia medicine and other care, but it was clear by this point that tickling had a supernatural healing effect on Octavia that worked better than any medicine could.
Fhimra just tickled Octavia long into the night.
They slept, but only for a few hours before Octavia was coughing and sneezing herself awake, and it took an hour of tickling to get her well enough to sleep for another few hours before waking up sick again.
Fhimra tiredly got the pair of them to get eight hours of sleep cumulatively with repeated tickling, and then spent the entire following day tickling Octavia nonstop with soft feathers.
Octavia thrived under this treatment, recovering so much that her symptoms disappeared entirely, but during the night she got sick again, the disease gaining back some ground during the break in tickling that was sleep. But she slept for longer this time before coughing and sneezing herself awake.
Fhimra was the very model of a dutiful attentive lover, never tiring in her efforts to get Octavia well, with a feather constantly in each hand as she tickled Octavia to let her Slaaneshi tickling energies heal herself. The very air seemed to glow faintly pink from all the worship energy Octavia generated from this constant tickling, the power of Slaanesh filling the room and steadily driving out the virus.
For days the pair saw no other people in their quarantine, having only occasional vox calls from the outside world to check on them. Fhimra just relentlessly tickled her girlfriend every waking moment, resenting a moment when a feather wasn't caressing Octavia's ever less raw skin as the days passed.
Octavia showed a noticeable transformation as Fhimra just kept tickling her for days with barely a pause, her constantly laughing face growing ever more loving and romantic towards Fhimra, her body language becoming ever more smitten and lovesick.
Octavia loudly proclaimed her love for Fhimra even as she squealed with laughter, telling her ever more passionately that she was completely in love with her. Octavia grew ever more affectionate, grew ever happier at the mere sight of Fhimra, ever more associating Fhimra with endless pleasure.
Octavia kissed Fhimra ever more desperately as the days went on, her intoxicatingly beautiful jaded Slaaneshi face growing ever more love crazy, obviously falling hard in love with Fhimra.
There was an old saying that "the fastest way to Octavia's heart was through her armpits", and this held true, the extreme tickling fetishist naturally falling in love with people who tickled her relentlessly enough for long enough. She already loved Fhimra before this, but now this love was being turbocharged to new extremes from all this tickling.
More and more the pair made love even as a feather caressed Octavia. More and more they kissed passionately, even as Octavia's lips laughed.
They cuddled, they connected, they smiled, they loved each other more than ever before, enjoying a much needed romantic vacation of just them and their love, alone without any interruptions.
The pair of them romantically ate food off each other's naked bodies, they used a small kitchen to romantically cook together. They had the most romantic bubble baths together, with waterproof synthetic feathers in hand, tickling each other's bodies under the bubbles so that the bathroom echoed with pleasant sounding laughter.
They watched romantic movies together, but got distracted by all the tickling. They watched porn together, but also got distracted from their feathers. They went on walks together around their quarantined area, holding hands and stroking each other's necks with feathers to make them giggle, with Fhimra getting tickled almost as much as Octavia.
They made the most tender and romantic love to each other, both in bondage and out of bondage, always with at least Octavia getting tickled if not both of them, always passionate and deeply loving.
Their skin healed from the earlier tenderness, so that they could do more adventurous things to each other, transitioning from just feathers to feathers and fingers, the tickling of Octavia becoming ever more extreme as Fhimra had more options to make her positively scream with hours of unbroken hardest laughter.
The disease got less and less each night, until the symptoms disappeared completely, but the pair lied over the vox saying that some symptoms still persisted, just to give themselves even more time together.
If cis women could get each other pregnant then Fhimra would be pregnant for sure from the amounts of sex they had, not that Fhimra would even object to carrying the child of this person she loved so completely. The pair of them sexually and emotionally connected in a way they had never been able to before, reaffirming their love and more determined than ever to one day get married.
The pair were giggling happily in bed together when Wendy eventually entered their room in a hazmat suit holding a virus scanner, much to their surprise.
"You aren't sick at all you massive liars!, There's not a TRACE of the virus anymore!", Wendy exclaimed, pulling off the helmet of her hazmat suit.
"We may have fibbed a BIT.", Fhimra admitted with a chuckle.
"Well I hope you enjoyed your little holiday Fhimra, because I have been ITCHING to tickle you in the worst possible way this entire time!, I have my own sadistic needs and they have been DEPRIVED this entire time!, The backlog of hard tickling that awaits your armpits is absolutely HUGE, and you WILL pay that backlog, WITH INTEREST!", Wendy said slightly shrilly, like an addict who was denied their fix.
Fhimra gulped but also felt horny from these words.
Wendy pulled both women bent over her shoulders with impressive daemonic strength and physically carried them out of the quarantine area to a dungeon room that looked prepared for them.
Fhimra and Octavia were then howling with laughter in bondage as Wendy just about went mental tickling them, like a terminal tickling junkie who had been forced to give up tickling women for many days…
"Are you ok Ma'am?", Fhimra asked during a momentary pause in her brutal tickling.
"No I'm not!, I'm a tickle sadist and I had to give up my addiction!, Just shut up and keep laughing!", Wendy said agitatedly.
"That doesn't look healthy", Fhimra silently thought to herself as she just laughed and laughed.
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