Chapter 39H
The Nurgle planet, now known officially as Methane-Rich Iron Age Nasty Ass Swamp And Jungle Ecosystem Planet, or the planet Mianasajep for short, (a committee had been up all night thinking of an acronym they could say as a name and this was honestly the best they had come up with), the Nurgle planet Mianasajep was now a little bit different than it had been.
Men and women in biohazard protective suits emblazoned with the logos and insignia of the Wong Family Petrochemical Mafia were feverishly swarming through the most disgusting swamps in hovercrafts, drilling into the filthiest places with portable gas prospecting rigs looking for the richest methane gas deposits they could find.
The swamps of the Olbah River now had large metal gas rigs taking shape over proven deposits, with raised pipes on metal stilts being constructed that headed all the way to the city of Trah, where was being built a vast metal gas processing and storage facility, itself next to a newly constructed modern port with a raised pier on tall pillars that went all the way out to part of the river that was deep enough for modern gas tanker ships.
Out at sea a completely unclaimed small island had been claimed by the Wong Mafia as their base of operations, constructing a biohazard rated completely airtight dome enclosed settlement and a huge modern space port facility rated for takeoff and landing of orbital hauler shuttles.
This was what the Wong Mafia did best, going to repulsive Nurgle planets that no one else wanted to touch and making trillions drilling for the endless methane gas these planets inevitably contained. The Wong Mafia's modus operandi was to find unimaginable hydrocarbon riches in the foulest places where others feared to tread, near suicidal bravery that paid fabulous rewards for those bold enough to risk the very plagues of Nurgle to make a quick profit.
They were dodgy, they cut corners, they bribed and cheated and screwed people over, they got gas cheaper than anyone else and then sold it on more expensively than anyone else, just the classic cut throat shonky capitalist/organised crime organisation, getting themselves rich and powerful no matter the cost.
The Wong family was huge, with a small ruling family but a VAST extended family of fourth and fifth cousins, long lost bastard children, all sorts of distant blood relatives who constantly crawled out of the woodwork with a DNA scan result revealing them to be related to the fabulously wealthy Mafia boss Joseph Wong. This Mafia then happily took these countless distant relatives and used them callously as expendable pawns, making them crawl through putrid Nurgle swamps in biohazard suits, demanding that they find valuable gas or die trying. Those few who survived long enough could then work their way up the ranks, slowly accumulating a tiny cut of the unimaginably vast fortune the Wong Mafia reaped from their gas mines.
The local inhabitants of Trah and the Olbahrian Empire at large had finally cut a deal of friendship with the fleet, getting given all sorts of petty trinkets and food and other things that were very cheap to the fleet, in exchange for all this swamp gas that they foolishly thought was worthless. The Wong Mafia was making an absolute fortune and paying (literally) peanuts in return. It was one of the best deals they had ever made, (they reluctantly conceded that some Nurgle worshipping fleet ambassadors might have helped a little bit).
The festering diseased locals gazed in awe and wonder at all the gleaming extremely high chromium content stainless steel and aluminium constructions, with copious non biodegradable plastic and silicon, gleaming extreme biological resistant paint jobs and thick galvanising on everything that couldn't be otherwise rendered immune to corrosion and decay. The locals had never seen anything like this, gawking in awe at this modern technology that they would soon be tasked with guarding and manning after some rudimentary training.
To avoid culture shock the ambassadors had lied and said that they came from an island out at sea, the locals having little understanding of space flight from thousands of years of going wild, after their ancient ancestors crash landed here somehow and lost all their knowledge when their ship rotted away along with all their advanced technology. It was ever the way that planets that degraded technology rapidly turned people feral like this.
The Wong Mafia had been smart and only used materials that even Nurgle himself would struggle to decay, with additional layers of protection and even psychic wards weaved into the more fragile components such as pumps and cogitators. The Mafia had a lot of prior experience with Nurgle planets and knew every trick to protect their infrastructure, even deploying "Nurgling Distraction Poles" in the mud a safe distance away from the infrastructure, poles that were impossible for Nurgling's to climb but were topped with completely healthy plants growing in a hermetically sealed thick glass Terrarium, so that the Nurglings would endlessly try futilely to climb up the Nurgling Distraction Poles to infect the healthy plants rather than trying to sabotage the gas infrastructure.
Methane might be cosmically extremely abundant in deep space and on cold frozen planets and moons and floating rocks, but it was rarely a gas in these frozen places and required a lot more specialised infrastructure to mine efficiently. It could be done, with a lot of digging up frozen regolith mixed with frozen methane, then roasting it with nuclear powered microwaves and lasers in some sealed roasting container, all for just a relatively tiny amount of gas for all that effort. It was just SO much cheaper and easier to just drill a hole in a soft festering swamp bed and pump up endless amounts of easy gas.
Even better the gas was renewable in a Nurgle swamp, the nightmarish bacteria down in that putrid wet mud were constantly generating more methane as they rotted away the warm dark brown sediment, if a gas deposit started to run dry then you simply turned off the pump for a few weeks and then you would find the reservoir partially refilled again, endlessly renewable natural methane gas.
Methane gas was the lifeblood of the Wong Mafia, the simplest of all hydrocarbons but easily converted with the help of catalysts and some energy from methane to ethane, then from ethane to propane, then liquified to liquid propane gas (LPG) and sold by the megaton for fast profit. With even more steps the methane could be stepped up all the way to petrol or diesel or kerosene or whatever other hydrocarbon fuel was desired, it was just more expensive to do, (and therefore usually avoided by these profit driven shonky assholes).
Stōørølø had abundant heavier hydrocarbons like crude oil floating up in orbit in the resource rings, and the Wong Mafia mostly controlled these too, but Stōørølø was getting further and further away with every new conquest, stretching the supply line more and more. They still got a lot of the heavier fuels like diesel and kerosene from Stōørølø out of necessity, but it was far kinder to logistics to get fuel from closer sources if possible, making this new LPG fuel very attractive to the Sevenson fleet because it was right here already without needing huge journeys to and from Stōørølø.
The Wong Mafia cut every single corner for profit, even mixing in liquid ethane and even liquid methane with their LPG to cut the product for even more profit, so that the fuel was often only 80 percent propane or even less, (much to the offence of the machine spirits of the engines fed this resulting fuel).
This shonky dodgy dirty dealing was just the natural result of the largely unregulated Laissez-Faire style capitalism that was so prevalent throughout the forces of chaos, the closest thing the galaxy had ever actually seen to anarcho-capitalism. If you didn't force people to follow some centralised rules, (because you were too anarchic to properly enforce them), and if there was a profit motive that actually rewarded dirty business practices with increased profits, then the inevitable outcome was shonky cunts like the Wong Mafia who fucked everyone over for personal gain. It was a textbook case of why Laissez-Faire Capitalism was completely stupid.
The Wong Mafia didn't care, they had a marriage alliance with the Sevenson Cartel, with the marriage between Tim Wong and Mandy Sevenson they were untouchable. Wendy Sevenson could complain all she liked about the (deliberate) way they filled out their paperwork incorrectly (to hide their crimes), but with the Mafia heir Tim Wong being married to Wendy's own daughter she could hardly take any sort of violent retribution against them, they were untouchable just as they had always planned, ripping off the Sevenson Night Lords themselves and shamelessly getting away with it because the heir apparent was a Cartel Husband.
The Nurgle worshipping inhabitants of Mianasajep would get ripped off by the Wong Mafia, that went absolutely without saying, as would both the Sevenson Cartel and even the Dark Mechanicum who bought their dodgy LPG fuel, but it wasn't like anyone else was eagerly stepping up to mine this gas. The Dark Mechanicum COULD mine this swamp gas if they really wanted to, but they REALLY didn't want to. Swamps infested with obnoxious biological life held an especial horror for those (mostly autistic) machine worshipping cyborgs, and adding Nurgle plagues to the equation caused the Dark Mechanicum tech priests to declare a hard "nope".
Only the Wong Mafia had both the startup capital and were flat out greedy and mental enough to brave these swamps to pump up this gas, they had a monopoly and they could be as dodgy and shonky as they liked and still keep their customers.
Out in the swamps many Wongs died horribly as their biohazard suits failed or they got eaten by swamp creatures or Nurgle daemons, but they were expendable losses, easily replaced. Enough of them survived to complete the construction of the gas infrastructure, and soon enough the valuable methane gas flowed through the raised pipes on stilts into the city of Trah, filling huge gas storage tanks with pressure liquified methane.
Tanker ships soon arrived at the pier and drank greedily of this methane bounty, paying the city peanuts and glass beads and other cheap trinkets and foodstuffs in return for this highly valuable gas. It was all very unsavoury business.
The locals were none the wiser, thinking that they were just being given neat gifts basically for free, and they enjoyed their glass beads and peanuts greatly with diseased contentment.
It wasn't personal, it was just Wong Mafia business.
***…
"What the fuck is this crap you call 'propane'!?", The itchy body paint covered Wendy Sevenson was currently shouting at her expensive business suit clad son in law Tim Wong, gently shaking a sheet of paper between her fingertips at him angrily.
"It's mostly propane.", Tim Wong replied shamelessly, wearing trendy sunglasses even though it wasn't bright in the Cartel admin office at all.
The pair were in a private office in the Cartel admin centre where Wendy worked, with the Wong Mafia heir apparent Tim Wong himself personally called in alone to explain to Wendy why the fuel the Cartel had ordered was such abysmally poor quality. Tim was dressed up in an expensive suit and sunglasses like a fucking gangster or something, (which he technically speaking was), his hair all gelled back stylishly, his face clean shaven and his attitude cocky. Tim was blissfully ignorant of just how much trouble he and his Mafia family were now in for this debacle, and Wendy was going to savour every moment of this.
"MOSTLY propane?!, I had it tested and it's only 63 percent propane, the rest is fucking liquid METHANE!", Wendy shouted angrily.
"Well 63 percent is still mostly propane…"
"If I keep 63 percent of my foot out of your ass then I'm MOSTLY not putting my foot up your ass!", Wendy snapped in reply.
"Come on mother in law, you know how this works. If you don't like our gas then you are free to buy LPG from all of the zero other people who are selling it right now.", Tim said smugly.
Wendy angrily dropped her geometric warping chaos gift, revealing her massive space marine sized ape-like true form warningly, the body paint seemingly warping supernaturally to cover her new form seamlessly without any smudges or imperfections.
Wendy gave a daemonic snarl and pointed a huge finger at Tim Wong warningly.
"Don't test my patience boy!", Wendy snarled in a distorted daemonic voice.
Tim growled and pulled out a fancy gold plated high caliber auto pistol from inside the jacket of his business suit, turning off the safety and pointing it with the help of a laser pointer sight on the front so that the red dot of the sighting beam was in the middle of Wendy's huge forehead!
"Think it through fool, what will my NIGHT LORD RELATIVES do to you if you shoot me?", Wendy warned with terrible threat.
Tim blanched and put the safety back on the weapon, lowering the sighting beam to the floor.
"That's what I fucking thought!", Wendy jeered the cheeky idiot.
Wendy patiently reactivated her geometric warping chaos gift, and her body returned to normal without so much as a smudge on her maddeningly itchy body paint.
Wendy then turned and carefully picked up a piece of paper from the desk in front of her with only her fingertips, holding it up threateningly.
"Your days of ripping us off are over, your fuel monopoly is at an end.", Wendy said with gleeful satisfaction.
"Oh?, How so?", Tim replied with definite nervousness.
"This piece of paper is a copy of an order signed today by the Sevenson Matriarch herself. It is ordering the immediate phased transition of the entire Empire from hydrocarbons to green hydrogen as our primary fuel for internal combustion engines. You LOSE!", Wendy laughed nastily.
Tim Wong blanched pale white at these words, looking completely panicked.
"But you can't!, It won't work!, Hydrogen doesn't have the same range per litre as LPG or petrol or diesel, your army tanks would have reduced range on the battlefield, your aircraft would barely fly any distance!", Tim insisted fearfully.
"You are right, SOME of our vehicles will still have to run on hydrocarbons… SYNTHETIC hydrocarbons that WE will produce ourselves from carbon dioxide and water in a nuclear powered chemical plant!, No more will you rip us off and cut our fuel with crap while charging us the full price!", Wendy laughed triumphantly.
"But that will cost a fortune to make synthetic diesel like that!", Tim protested in a panic.
"Your watered down crap ALREADY costs a fortune!, It would cost only slightly more than your outrageous prices and at least we would be getting the pure fuel we ordered!", Wendy mocked him gleefully.
"We will lower our prices to undercut you until you stop this madness!", Tim threatened.
"Oh so you CAN lower your prices can you?", Wendy mocked.
"Please, think this through, you will impoverish your own daughter if you do this. I am the heir and your own daughter is my wife, she will inherit all of our wealth with me. We MUST stay in business.", Tim begged Wendy pitifully.
"That depends on your prices and on the QUALITY of the fuel. When I order billions of script worth of PROPANE and almost half of it is METHANE instead, I get pissed off. I want what I fucking well ORDER, and I want it CHEAP or I won't buy another drop!, The Matriarch has placed me in charge of fuel procurement, if I say no to buying your products then you are SCREWED!", Wendy shouted at the man.
"We can arrange something, I promise you.", Tim said spinelessly.
"If you can make it cheaper than synthetic fuel or hydrogen, and give us PURELY what we order, then you MAY be allowed to supply us with 5 to 10 percent of our fuel needs, as a diversified backup to supplement our own fuel production.", Wendy offered generously in a warning tone.
"I will contact my father immediately and get in touch with our lawyers and other people, we can work something out.", Tim said gratefully, knowing that supplying even just 5 percent of their fuel supply was still a massively profitable venture.
"And give me the rest of my fucking propane that I paid for while you are at it!", Wendy added.
Tim nodded and energetically took his leave, going to deliver this news to his Mafia family, no doubt going to end up on the receiving end of a lot of shouting from his father for delivering such bad news.
Wendy didn't fucking care. If Tim hadn't been her own son in law and a Cartel Husband then she would probably have had him killed by now for ripping her off. She was only being nice offering him 5 to 10 percent at all, and only doing it for her daughter Mandy's sake.
Wendy composed herself, ignoring the maddening itch of the body paint with perfect iron discipline, and logged onto a cogitator to get on with her other work.
The fleet was now in orbit of a lifeless icy moon of a gas giant in the same star system as the disgusting Nurgle planet, staying in the same system but deliberately putting some distance between them to avoid any further infections from the miasmic energies of Nurgle. For additional benefit this icy moon had a vast deep globe spanning ocean under its hard thick icy surface, which would soon be pumped up by the gigaliter to turn into hydrogen gas with the help of some electricity in a gigantic nuclear powered hydrogen factory. The moon even had huge deposits of frozen carbon dioxide on its surface, which would be used to make synthetic hydrocarbon fuels.
The Wong Mafia could bitch all they liked, the Sevenson Cartel had had enough of their underhanded practices. The entire petrochemical war could have been avoided if the diverse forces of chaos had immediately shifted to hydrogen and synthetic fuels, but a combination of stubbornness, corruption, vested interests and simply not having thought of it had prevented this obvious solution, resulting in a hugely destructive war that was probably still raging in some places in the Maelstrom.
Wendy smiled to herself as she filled out electronic paperwork ordering all sorts of steps involved in getting the new fuel factories operational. Fusion reactors were already being fabricated by the Dark Mechanicum, locations on the surface had been selected and drilling would soon begin. It was only a matter of time before the hydrogen and synthetic hydrocarbons started flowing, and the Empire would then have complete fuel security without being screwed over by dodgy shonks ever again!
***…
Wendy felt intense thrills of sadistic pleasure as she stood behind the lingerie clothed Fhimra who had her neck and wrists trapped in a wooden pillory, burying her fingers in Fhimra's defenceless armpits from behind, tickling her mercilessly.
Fhimra was laughing hysterically and thrashing and squirming in the pillory, but she was completely trapped and Wendy just tickled her relentlessly, feeling intense sadism from Fhimra's suffering.
Mistress Lash was playing with Octavia in another laughter filled dungeon room, leaving Wendy to enjoy some "quality time" alone with Fhimra like this.
Wendy currently wore a shiny black leather Dominatrix outfit that barely contained her massive breasts inside very low cleavage, looking absolutely gorgeous and stunningly dominant in kinky boots and heavy makeup.
Fhimra was even more submissive than usual with Wendy dressed like this, addressing Wendy as "Ma'am" at all times with extreme respect, being a very good girl for her dominant Owner.
The lacy white lingerie bra and panty clad Tzeentch girl was as incredibly ticklish as ever as she squirmed in the pillory, laughing incredibly hard as Wendy just kept mercilessly stroking her armpits like a merciless sadistic bitch, Wendy grinning cruelly as she inflicted this laughter upon Fhimra's small cute slender body.
Fhimra was stomping her feet about slightly as she squirmed in the pillory, but she wasn't trying to kick, gentle as a lamb as she submitted to Wendy with a lot of adorable begging for mercy that was insincere.
Wendy felt extremely peaceful and relaxed tickling her slave like this, Fhimra was a great slave to unwind from the day with like this, lacking the baggage of Octavia and just a blank slate to pile up with ticklish suffering without things ever getting weird.
Wendy felt all her stress fall away off her shoulders as she sadistically tickled Fhimra for an abusively long time, drinking in the smooth soft feel of her armpits and the sound of every tormented peal of laughter. Wendy was a deeply sadistic woman with a genuine hunger for tickling other women.
Wendy might be a masochistic sub by identity, but she was a lesbian tickle sadist by addiction, unable to go for long without it without getting stressful withdrawal cravings. Wendy had spent literally years tickling Octavia almost nonstop to feed this sadistic addiction, and the constant feeding had strengthened the addiction, making Wendy need more and more of it just to feel normal. The two tickle slaves were tickled SO much on a daily basis to give Wendy her fix, she was a tickle sadism junkie who needed to completely tickle abuse her slave girls just to feel normal each day, let alone feel pleasure as well.
Wendy's extremely beautiful Slaanesh Champion's face looked extremely jaded and tired and flat as she tickled Fhimra mercilessly, her demeanour incredibly debauched and almost bored looking, trying to get the same kick of pleasure as before as Fhimra screamed with laughter, tears of ticklish suffering streaming down her face.
Wendy pushed Fhimra to new extremes of suffering, making her beg and plead in tears for mercy, and Wendy felt that wonderful old kick of pleasure she was seeking, forced to tickle Fhimra and Octavia a little harder and longer each day to get the same pleasure as before.
Fhimra's begging for mercy was pitiful as Wendy cruelly pushed her limits, but Wendy was merciless, her jaded depraved face grimaced slightly in pleasure as she got her sadistic kicks at Fhimra's expense.
Fhimra wet her panties, but Wendy didn't even pause, just chasing the thrill as Fhimra became deliciously distressed.
"Please give me a water break Ma'am!", Fhimra pleaded pitifully.
Wendy very reluctantly agreed, not releasing Fhimra but putting a bottle of water to her lips, letting her drink her fill.
"Ma'am, could I please go shopping for some clothes soon?", Fhimra asked unexpectedly as soon as she stopped drinking.
"I'm not going to let you choose the clothes yourself, you always want to buy boring clothes.", Wendy denied her permission.
"What if I get really cute clothes Ma'am?", Fhimra asked hopefully.
"I want you to look sexy, not cute, and don't go buying new stuff yet. I have booked you in for cosmetic surgery tomorrow to get bigger tits, you will need new sized clothes to fit you.", Wendy warned Fhimra.
"I… I would have liked to have been consulted about this first Ma'am.", Fhimra said unhappily.
"You are my SLAVE Fhimra, I literally OWN your body and I can do anything I like to it. I don't even need to consult you first.", Wendy reminded Fhimra.
"Tickling me is one thing, but giving me major surgery without even asking me first is a bit extreme Ma'am.", Fhimra humbly complained.
"Again, you are a slave.", Wendy reminded her.
"I also thought we were friends Ma'am, lovers even.", Fhimra said sounding slightly hurt.
"We ARE friends Fhimra, but I'm still your Owner. I'm not trying to hurt you, I'm just going to give you big tits.", Wendy reassured.
"How big?, Not Octavia big!", Fhimra begged.
"At least an H cup…"
"That's HUGE!", Fhimra protested.
"Octavia and I have even bigger cups than H cups.", Wendy pointed out.
"But the pair of you are INSANELY busty!, I can't even imagine myself with an H cup!, That would hurt my back SO much with all that extra weight!", Fhimra protested.
"You don't actually have a choice Fhimra, I'm just letting you know. And an H cup is the SMALLEST cup size I will consider for you, in all likelihood I will give you I cups or J cups or even bigger…", Wendy informed Fhimra.
"Not even BIGGER than H cups!, Please Ma'am!", Fhimra begged in horror.
"It's not up to you, you get no say I'm afraid. I'm also going to get other bits like your face cosmetically altered, I will eventually make you as sexy as Octavia if I can.", Wendy said unapologetically.
"I… I don't mind looking as beautiful as possible, but really big tits will give me back pain Ma'am.", Fhimra negotiated.
"I don't mind if you get back pain, you are the one who will suffer it not me.", Wendy said with a sadistic smile.
"That's so mean!", Fhimra lamented.
Wendy chuckled sadistically.
"I don't mind a D cup or even a double D cup, that could be quite sexy and it wouldn't hurt my back as much.", Fhimra negotiated.
"This isn't up for debate, accept my will slave.", Wendy said sternly.
"I will look like boob-zilla every time I go to the Tzeentch mosque!, Other people will look at me and judge me!, How am I supposed to play netball with giant tits getting in the way?", Fhimra protested.
"Play netball?", Wendy asked in confusion.
"I would like permission to join a women's netball team on the ship Ma'am. Octavia also said that she wants to join a netball team with me.", Fhimra elaborated.
"I have no problem with that, provided that it is only a few hours a week in total.", Wendy offered indulgently.
"Thank you so much Ma'am!", Fhimra thanked her.
"You will just have to get used to your breasts like Octavia and I did, you can train yourself to take the weight with some physiotherapy, you will be given pain killers for the back pain until you get the hang of it.", Wendy encouraged.
Fhimra continued to protest but Wendy simply resumed tickling her, which shut her up for a while.
Mistress Lash eventually entered the room wearing a gorgeous red kimono and full geisha getup, followed by the naked Octavia with hands cuffed behind her back. Wendy knelt down respectfully to Mistress Lash, and then giggled as Mistress Lash dominantly tickled Wendy's bare neck as she knelt in submission.
Mistress Lash leaned down to kiss Wendy's lips romantically, her dominance tempered with loving tenderness as always, just an incredibly sweet woman.
Mistress Lash tenderly broke the kiss and approached Fhimra in the pillory, immediately finding her armpits and making her squeal with laughter as the naked Octavia stood submissively in her handcuffs.
Wendy got up and moved to Octavia, kissing her tenderly in greeting, then grabbed Octavia and squeezed her belly for so long that she wet herself with laughter, Wendy incredibly skilled at tickling Octavia harder than anyone else could.
Mistress Lash currently had Fhimra's lacy white lingerie panties pulled down and was now wearing a strap on dildo over her kimono, dominantly penetrating the submissive Tzeentch girl, making her moan loudly in her pillory.
Wendy was just about to do something sexual to Octavia when her mobile vox phone rang, and Wendy curiously answered, then sighed in exasperation.
"Calm down Mandy, I'm not bankrupting your husband's family, I still gave them 5 to 10 percent of the fuel supply chain for the fleet.", Wendy patiently tried to explain.
Mandy was hysterical however, and it was a long LONG conversation that went distressingly late into the night, consuming much time that could have been spent on pleasure.
Wendy sighed. Trust Tim Wong to go crying to his wife to get her to go crying to her mother Wendy.
Wendy hated the Wong Mafia so fucking much more now causing problems in her personal pleasure time!
***…
"Why are you crying to me about this?", Liling Sevenson, (formerly Liling Wong and technically a part of the Wong Mafia extended family), said exasperatedly to her disgustingly rich cousin Joseph Wong over the vox.
"You are part of our blood, you need to use your influence to stop this hydrogen madness!", Joseph Wong the boss of the entire Wong Mafia urged her angrily.
"I'm part of the chaos cult of the Kilimanjaro, and I happen to be your cousin, but I'm not one of your Mafia flunkies.", Liling informed her cousin.
"This is going to cost our family TRILLIONS of script!", Joseph angrily urged her.
"Funny, *I* don't remember getting a single billion of all those trillions, yet this is suddenly *my* problem?", Liling pointed out.
"If you get this thing cancelled then you will get your cut, BILLIONS of script if you stop this hydrogen nonsense!", Joseph offered her frantically.
"As tempting as that money is, I am not in a position to change the mind of the Matriarch herself. Why don't you try selling your gas to the Alpha Legion?", Liling suggested.
"The same Alpha Legion that tried to ASSASSINATE me a few years ago!?", Joseph spluttered.
"That's ancient history now. Just don't rip them off this time.", Liling suggested.
"Are you saying that the assassination attempt was MY fault?!"
"The whole damn petrochemical war was partially your fault you greedy shit.", Liling reminded him.
"How DARE you!"
"Or sell the gas to someone else. You have ships of your own. Send one or more of your ships to some port that the Cartel doesn't control and sell gas to them.", Liling suggested.
"That… That might actually work… But what about pirates!, If I send a ship full of priceless fuel out into lawless space then it is very likely to fall prey to pirates who will just kill everyone and steal the whole ship and its cargo!", Joseph protested.
"Send an entire fleet of escorts, I KNOW that you have six Iconoclast class Destroyers that you swindled off those Word Bearers in the past during the petrochemical war. Send them, hide the fuel inside the Destroyers and just pretend to be pirates yourself. The other pirates wouldn't be as likely to attack a wolf pack of destroyers as a big juicy fuel tanker ship, you could slip past them, enter a port and sell the fuel at a profit.", Liling suggested.
"That would only work ONE time. After that they would all know that the destroyers are carrying fuel.", Joseph complained.
"Well it's only a suggestion. Look, I have things to do right now, can we talk about this later?", Liling politely requested.
"I want you to talk to the Sevensons and get them to buy all of their fuel from us like before!"
"I really have to go now, bye.", Liling insisted and simply hung up, putting her mobile vox phone away.
The vox rang again immediately but Liling set it to silent for a while to get some peace.
Liling was currently standing in the front lobby of the main Apothecarium (hospital) of the Nightmare Asylum, wearing the scrubs of a medical student who was studying and training to become a doctor. Liling spent a lot of her time in this Apothecarium learning her craft, this place doubling as a medical school and medical university for aspiring doctors.
The lobby itself was modestly populated, with many much more crowded waiting rooms off to the sides of the lobby, the lobby containing the usual things like a counter and receptionists the way that lobbies generally did.
Liling was deliberately waiting to see something very entertaining that she didn't want to miss, namely Fhimra being dragged kicking and screaming to get a massive boob job.
Liling heard the loud whip cracks and sounds of dismay before they even arrived, and Wendy entered first, pulling hard on a leash through the door and brandishing a short whip.
Literally dragged through the door behind Wendy was Fhimra in a state of what might mildly be called "extreme reluctance", as she was pulled by a leash and whipped repeatedly to force her to cooperate. Liling grinned sadistically.
Wendy was uncharacteristically wearing shiny black Dominatrix leathers, in the form of a corset with VERY low tight cleavage with breasts pouring out the top with a hint of nipple visible, decorative black arm sleeves, pussy height high heeled Dominatrix boots, and a worn backwards black leather G string that literally "flossed" between Wendy's clean shaven pussy. She held a whip as mentioned and also held the handle of Fhimra's leash.
Fhimra was wearing red high heels that had specifically designed extra wide toe room to fit her excessive number of mutant toes. She also wore a bright red ball gag with lots of holes in it to make it easier to breathe in, a neck collar with spines built into it designed to stab Fhimra in the jaw and collarbone if she didn't keep her head up and neck straight, (with the leash attached to this nightmarish spiny torture collar), oh and she also wore a brightly coloured embarrassing cardboard party hat on her head conspicuously emblazoned with the words "BOOB JOB!", to tell everyone who saw her that Fhimra was getting a boob job today.
Apart from these things Fhimra wore nothing at all except for handcuffs binding her hands behind her back, totally naked in public, her stripy skinned naked body covered in painful red whip marks from Wendy's whip. Fhimra had tears in her eyes and she was blushing bright red on the whiter bits of her face from the humiliation of being naked in public like this.
Liling had her vox phone out ready, recording this entire arrival, and she gleefully waved to the naked Fhimra, informing her that she was being recorded.
Fhimra blushed hard and tried to lower her face in shame, but the cruel spines on her collar dug viciously into her lower jaw and collar bone, making her yelp with pain and raise her head frantically, forced to hold her face level as she endured this cruel humiliation.
Liling laughed in sadistic delight, getting a delicious kick of pleasure from Fhimra's suffering, and Wendy also grinned in cruel delight, also being surprisingly sadistic.
Liling expected to see others, perhaps Octavia or at least Lash, but apparently Wendy was being too cruel to let Fhimra have any moral support, getting off on Fhimra's distress as she humiliated and dominated her like this in public, forcing her to get a distressingly extreme boob job that she didn't want and doing it in the most humiliating way possible to exert her power and dominance over Fhimra. It probably sucked to be Fhimra right now, but it was really fun for sadists who got to see her suffer like this.
Fhimra was trying to speak but the gag muffled every word, her eyes looked scared and humiliated, she obviously wanted to flee but she had absolutely no choice in the matter, literally dragged and whipped all the way here.
Fhimra was an adorable little stripy thing, not exactly sexy but rather cute and fun. She was small, not as small as Liling but still a small young woman, and very slender from a combination of youth and a strict diet. She was not at all athletic, looking extremely femme if anything, but she was so slender that all sorts of very soft lean muscles were visible on her body, with the cutest little washboard of soft feminine abs on her stomach. Her boobs were very average in size, a large end B cup that looked very respectable on a woman of her size and build.
Fhimra wasn't overwhelmingly sexy, but was cute, she was a cute little woman that men would happily fuck or even marry, but she wasn't likely to star in porn anytime soon with her quite average body. She was just a girl next door kind of specimen, cute woman on the average street sort of girl. Fhimra was attractive as a tickle slave not for her body but for her adorable personality and for just how insanely ticklish she was.
To be a (female) tickle slave you needed only to be cute enough to be pleasant, the biggest criteria was that a woman be really ticklish and that she be fun to tickle. Not all women were equally fun to tickle, even really REALLY ticklish women could still make lousy tickle slaves if they had an unpleasant laugh or some other quality that just made them less fun to tickle. The ideal tickle slave was FUN to tickle, and Fhimra was abundantly this quality, which was why she was so successful.
Everyone from Wendy to random Tzeentch worshipping men liked to tickle Fhimra, she was just adorable when she laughed, her laughter was pleasant sounding and her reactions were both cute and hilarious. She didn't need to be super sexy when she was just so fun and had so much personality.
But now Wendy had finally decided to make Fhimra sexy with gigantic boobs, and Fhimra was NOT happy about it.
Wendy looked so sadistic with her glowing pink mark of Slaanesh on the right cheek of her grinning cruelly smiling face, drinking in the crying Fhimra's distress like a fine wine, holding the leash tightly to keep her from escaping.
"Excited for your boob job?", Liling asked Fhimra gleefully like a sadistic bitch.
Fhimra shook her head fearfully, blinking tears.
"Yes you are, you are VERY excited to get MASSIVE boobs today.", Wendy laughed meanly, sadistically bullying the slave girl.
"It's so BOLD of you to go out NAKED in public like this Fhimra.", Liling said just to humiliate her.
Fhimra blushed and tried to lower her face in shame, but the spiny collar stabbed her flesh again, forcing her to raise her face again with a yelp, making Liling's vagina grow wet with sadistic thrill.
"Oh look, a crowded waiting room full of people!, Let's go walk around the room and greet every person individually!", Wendy told Fhimra gleefully.
Fhimra shook her head and cried, making the two sadists moan slightly in pleasure from her suffering and dismay.
Wendy mercilessly whipped Fhimra until she willingly moved in the direction of the crowded waiting room to escape the pain, and Liling eagerly followed, recording absolutely everything as Wendy sadistically paraded the naked Fhimra through a crowded waiting room, getting Fhimra to look every single person in the eye and individually get introduced to them one at a time. Fhimra's face was purple with humiliation, it was absolutely delectable to the sadistic Liling.
Wendy gleefully told everyone that Fhimra was getting giant boobs today, as Fhimra's collar forced her to keep her face raised to the humiliation until she was weeping loudly in her shame. Wendy simply dominantly licked away her tears.
"That is ENOUGH!", A stripy faced Tzeentch worshipping man in a military uniform finally shouted, standing up heroically holding a rifle of some military variety…
Liling and Wendy both fell silent in their cruel mockery at this, raising their hands in peace and surrender.
"Let the poor girl go!", the man heroically demanded.
Wendy let go of the leash, not particularly wanting to get shot, and Fhimra ran weeping to the man, who covered her naked body with his jacket and removed her collar and ball gag, and tried unsuccessfully to remove her handcuffs.
Fhimra was sobbing hysterically, begging to return to Octavia in the dungeon, (which confused her rescuer).
Night Lords then entered the waiting room angrily, and warned the man once to give Fhimra back or they would shoot. The man gave Fhimra back…
Fhimra was flogged fifty times for what she had just done, and had her collar and gag returned, with the jacket being returned to the man who had tried to rescue her.
The pair of sadists then found another crowded waiting room and were just having a great time making Fhimra cry with humiliation when a plastic surgeon arrived, looking for Fhimra.
Fhimra was dragged kicking and screaming all the way into the surgery prep, and the doctors and nurses showed a selection of MASSIVE clear transparent silicone breast implants on a wheeled table, asking Wendy which ones she wanted Fhimra to get.
Fhimra pointed frantically with waves of her head to the smallest of the breast implants on offer. Wendy cruelly shook her head and pointed to a pair that were absolutely HUGE.
"The J cup implants?", a doctor asked.
Fhimra screamed into her gag and shook her head, pleading for mercy.
"The J cups, yes please.", Wendy said with a cruel smile, making Fhimra wail.
"Your back is going to hurt SO much!", Liling gleefully informed Fhimra just to be horrible, getting thrills of sadism.
Fhimra loudly started to cry again, to the delight of the two sadists.
It was great fun upsetting Fhimra right up until the surgery began, with Wendy being indulgent enough to allow Fhimra to be anaesthetised first. The pair then got to watch through a viewing window as surgeons implanted MASSIVE silicone implants in Fhimra's boobs, turning her average B cups into absurdly large J cups that would never occur naturally on such a small slender woman.
The two sadists waited gleefully beside Fhimra's bedside afterwards, waiting for her to wake up, recording devices in hand.
Fhimra blinked herself awake groggily, then she looked down at her MASSIVE chest…
Fhimra then screamed.
It was so good that Liling spontaneously orgasmed!
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