Chapter 41H
Giggling filled the room as the apprentice Dominatrix Agony Lee was tickled by her massive Night Lord boyfriend Samual Sevenson, her wrists gripped together above her head in one of his massive hands as his other hand tickled her poor armpits!
The pair were both naked in one of the guest rooms of Wendy's palace, Samual sitting naked on a heavily reinforced huge space marine sized two person guest bed with his badly giggling girlfriend sitting naked in his lap, her arms trapped above her head in his mighty grip and her poor gorgeous naked body tickled by her massive lover.
Samual was staying in the palace as a guest to keep Ship-Mistress Victoria submissive, the chapter serf psychologically conditioned to be extremely submissive to all space marines. Having Samual present made Victoria much easier to handle, as she responded with grovelling submission to his slightest commands.
As Samual's now official girlfriend, Mistress Agony Lee also got the privilege of staying with him in his bed, much to the tickling of her poor underarms.
"Please no more tickling!, Please have sex with me instead babe!", Agony begged in her giggling.
"But I LIKE tickling my girlfriend.", Samual chuckled playfully, tickling her even more!
Mistress Agony squealed with laughter, hideously ticklish under the arms, she tugged her arms desperately but futilely in his strong grip, completely unable to free her arms to try to defend herself as she was tickled terribly!
Mistress Agony was a sadistic Domme not a masochist sub and wasn't enjoying this treatment, completely tormented, but she was so greedy to become a rich Cartel wife that she put up with it without any thought of ending the relationship.
It wasn't the tickling itself that bothered Mistress Agony but rather the AMOUNT of tickling. Boyfriends had been playfully tickling girlfriends since the beginning of time, tickling itself being an important part of sexual bonding when done in very small amounts. Girlfriends generally expected the odd little tickle from a boyfriend, but Samual did it far more than what was expected, doing it for sometimes hours at a time!
"Why do you like tickling me so much?", Mistress Agony squealed.
"Because it's fun", Samual chuckled playfully.
"But you do it for HOURS!, Why so much!", Mistress Agony squealed with laughter.
"It's a kink. I grew up watching Octavia tickling the living crap out of Mistress Wendy in public for hours, it was so hot that I fantasised about it growing up. Now I get to do it to you and it gets me super hard.", Samual admitted lustfully, tickling her even more intolerably.
"I could tickle you if you like.", Mistress Agony offered frantically.
"I am currently having too much fun tickling you.", Samual chuckled mischievously, redoubling his assault on her poor armpits!
Mistress Agony laughed hard, but kept desperately offering to tickle him instead.
"I will let you tickle me later, it does sound hot, but for now it's your turn.", Samual indulgently agreed.
Mistress Agony couldn't do anything to stop him as he just continued tickling her, her poor armpits screaming at her for mercy, her face split with hard laughter as she tugged uselessly to escape his grip.
For ages it just continued, Mistress Agony laughing hard unable to make it stop, and her huge boyfriend gradually got more and more horny until he fucked her, still holding her down and tickling her the entire time as he fucked her, so that she was laughing desperately even as he filled her up with cum.
Samual didn't stop tickling her even as he pulled out of her, and Mistress Agony was getting well and truly sick of this treatment now, growling angrily in frustration as she had been too badly tickled to even cum!
"ENOUGH!", Mistress Agony yelled angrily.
Samual just kept tickling her!
Mistress Agony tried to escape or fight him off, but she couldn't even move in his grip!
He just kept stroking her poor armpits as she laughed desperately!
"I want a safe word!", Mistress Agony begged.
"If you want to stay my girlfriend then you won't ask for a safe word.", Samual said with surprising sternness!
Mistress Agony stammered at this.
"You want to become a Cartel wife, that's why you are with me. I'm not stupid and I know how this works. If you want to be mine then you will jump through every hoop I set for you without complaining. Do I make myself clear?", Samual said sternly!
He knew!
"I, you will marry me if I please you?", Mistress Agony said hopefully.
"Yes I think so, yes. You are beautiful and young and healthy, you are pleasing to me. I will soon get you some breast implants and surgery to make you even more beautiful, when you prove yourself worthy I will marry you.", Samual said fondly but sternly.
Mistress Agony gasped at this and agreed instantly, so happy with this offer.
"We are engaged now?", Mistress Agony asked hopefully.
"You agree to no safe word and being tickled as much as I like without any complaints?, You agree to never ever refuse sex when I want it?", Samual asked sternly.
"Yes I agree, no safe word and my legs will always be open to you!, You may tickle me, (gulp), as much as you like if you agree to marry me!", Mistress Agony frantically agreed, her greed stronger than her fear.
"Show me.", Samual said and resumed tickling her!
Mistress Agony squealed with laughter but desperately didn't protest or disagree to anything he did, her eyes clenched shut with hard laughter and her body tingling terribly from his touch.
Samual fucked her again, once more ruining her chance of orgasm by tickling her nonstop, but this time she didn't complain, merely submissively letting him do whatever he pleased, forcing herself to remain compliant and passive.
After a hellish length of armpit tickling interspersed with sex, Samual finally stopped tickling her, but he still held her wrists together above her head, her sweaty naked body sitting in his lap dreading another tickle.
"That was much better my dear Agony. I am happy with your performance… Agony Lee, will you marry me?", Samual said with grudging respect.
"Yes yes a thousand times yes!", Mistress Agony frantically agreed.
"Then we are now engaged. Keep this up till the wedding and you will be my wife and the mother of my children.", Samual told her sternly.
"Yes fiancé.", Mistress Agony happily agreed.
"In celebration I will tickle you again.", Samual said sadistically and continued tickling her poor armpits!
***…
The various women in the tickling dungeon gushed over Mistress Agony's engagement ring excitedly, the newly engaged Dominatrix beaming proudly as she held out her left hand to show a red ruby encrusted gold engagement ring on her ring finger, the woman looking just SO proud and happy.
Octavia squealed with excitement and happily hugged Mistress Agony excitedly, overflowing with happiness for her.
Mistress Agony was dressed in shiny black latex Dominatrix fetish ware as usual, with a delicious cleavage heavy skintight shiny black latex corset, a shiny black latex miniskirt with a belt hung with whips and chains, thigh high shiny black latex high heeled Dominatrix boots and a shiny black latex commissar style hat on her head, her long black hair beautifully brushed flawlessly and her gorgeous olive skinned oriental face heavily made up with her iconic ruby red lipstick, her eyes heavily decorated with sexy looking black eyeliner and subtle eyeshadow.
The ring on her finger was studded with blood-red rubies mined from Štękżå'räšh that deliberately matched her iconic lipstick shade, her Night Lord fiancé easily having taken enough spoils of war from the recent conquests to afford to have this engagement ring custom made, having already owned a small bag of these rubies that he had taken from some ruined jewellery shop on Štękżå'räšh during the war, giving the rubies and a slither of gold to a ring maker on the Nightmare Asylum to make the ring, (letting the ring maker keep one ruby in payment for his highly skilled work).
Around Mistress Agony stood Fhimra, Fetter, Chaquille, Mistress Lash, the other five apprentices and Owner Wendy, as well as Ship-Mistress Victoria and her six submissive women, with Octavia of course also present hugging Mistress Agony in happy excitement.
Ship-Mistress Victoria was looking at the ring in both jealousy and awe, unable to believe that Mistress Agony had gotten the unimaginable honour of becoming engaged to a space marine.
Ship-Mistress Victoria was currently wearing a beautiful pearl encrusted see-through white lingerie teddy and excessive delicate jewellery on every part of her body, her slender arms and long legs entwined with extremely thin and delicate white gold jewellery chains, brilliantly shiny gold rings piercing her nipples and even various parts of her vulva under the see-through fabric of her teddy, her ears also dangling long elaborate earrings. She looked absolutely sexually provocative but still looked aristocratic and rich, her appearance carefully tailored to express exactly what she wanted.
Octavia herself was wearing only a see-through bra for support, with Fhimra wearing a lacy white J cup bra and matching panties, literally having nothing else of her own than fitted her huge chest now. Owner Wendy was wearing pink high heels and a pink latex submissive two piece string bikini and a bright pink submissive collar around her neck, Mistress Lash was dressed like a geisha as always, but with the front of her kimono open to reveal herself naked underneath with her entire body painted white with geisha makeup.
The other five apprentices wore either geisha outfits or Dominatrix outfits as always, Fetter wore a maid costume, but a provocative slutty maid costume this time as she was sexually interested in the six submissive sluts of Ship-Mistress Victoria, trying to seduce these highly submissive gorgeous specimens, who all wore their revealing leather strap bondage harness outfits and submissive collars and straps on their wrists and ankles like usual.
Chaquille himself was dressed in the gayest looking bright pink valet outfit that Octavia had ever seen, not sexually interested in anyone present but still squealing with homosexual energy over the engagement ring just like the women were.
Mistress Agony's fiancé Samual then entered the room in his terrifying Night Lord power armour, but with his helmet removed, showing off his brutal face and brown hair cut severely short in a military crew cut. Samual was grinning hungrily at the room full of women, and Ship-Mistress Victoria and her six submissive sluts all knelt down in submission to the massive Astartes, slavishly submissive to space marines as always.
Samual walked up behind his betrothed, putting his armoured hands down on Mistress Agony's latex clad breasts possessively from behind. Mistress Agony did not resist and she leaned her chest into the hands invitingly, not minding being groped in the least.
"Congratulations!", Octavia happily congratulated Samual.
"You are very welcome Octavia.", Samual replied happily.
"Congratulations.", everyone else said, including Owner Wendy.
"Thank you Mistress Wendy.", Samual said with programmed involuntary submission, enslaved by the blood curse to submit to this Sevenson woman.
"Thank you everyone else.", Samual added without the submission.
"When is the wedding?", Owner Wendy asked curiously.
"I haven't decided yet Mistress Wendy, Agony here still needs to prove herself over the coming months to completely earn my trust, but if she proves herself then it will be within a year.", Samual answered submissively.
"You got engaged before she earned your trust?", Owner Wendy asked in confusion.
"Yes Mistress Wendy, Agony has earned some but not all of my trust.", Samual replied submissively, apparently unable to lie to her.
"That doesn't sound very romantic.", Owner Wendy said slightly unhappily.
"The relationship is about sexual pleasure not romance Mistress Wendy.", Samual admitted bluntly, not even attempting to say this more diplomatically!
Mistress Agony gasped at these words and started to cry and Fhimra buried her face in her own hands in embarrassment, Mistress Lash and the other apprentices all glared at Samual hatefully and rushed to comfort poor Mistress Agony in her tears at these cruel words from her betrothed.
"You are a fucking pig!", Owner Wendy scolded Samual, also going over to comfort poor Mistress Agony.
"Yes Mistress Wendy I am a fucking pig as you say Mistress. But it's mutual, Agony doesn't love me either, she just wants to become my wife for personal gain.", Samual submissively replied.
"I WANT to fall in love with you, I PLAN to fall in love with you!, I want to be the mother of your children and your partner for life, it's not JUST about personal gain!", Mistress Agony defended herself in tears of humiliation.
"It's MOSTLY about personal gain, so I will make it MOSTLY about personal pleasure. If you want to change that then drop your own greed first my dear Agony.", Samual mocked her callously!
Mistress Agony wept into her hands but didn't threaten to break up with Samual the way a normal woman would in this situation, perhaps proving the point that she was indeed a massive gold digger…
"It's still rude to say that OUT LOUD!", Owner Wendy criticised, passively agreeing that Mistress Agony was a colossal gold digger.
"You are AGREEING with him?!", Mistress Agony squawked at Owner Wendy aghast.
"I'm trying to defend you Mistress Agony. But yes I KNOW you and you ARE a bit of a gold digger Mistress Agony, but it's still unforgivable for your fiancé to say as you show off your engagement ring for the first time!", Owner Wendy submissively insisted.
Mistress Agony angrily slapped Owner Wendy's face, and Mistress Lash and the other apprentices also slapped Owner Wendy, followed by picking up long riding crops to slap Samual's face with, (doing no actual harm to the super soldier).
Ship-Mistress Victoria was laughing uncontrollably, her earlier jealousy now gone at the revelation of just how dysfunctional this engagement was, and Octavia and Fhimra both tried to comfort poor Mistress Agony as this embarrassing chaos continued.
The Lee Dominatrices quickly bullied Owner Wendy into bossing Samual around, and soon he was chained down to a reinforced bondage table with chains thick enough to hold even a space marine, and their wrath on him was terrible, (not that the masochistic Slaanesh cursed chaos space marine actually minded this pain at all).
Mistress Agony in particular was especially wrathful, and she beat his testicles with a cane for ten minutes until he actually cried!
The Dominatrices then called Samual "Crybaby" from then on, all of them beating his balls as he sobbed and bawled. (The masochist also ejaculated in orgasm repeatedly from the pleasure of the pain, but the main point was that he still cried as he did so).
Octavia and Fhimra stood submissively watching from the side of the large well equipped dungeon room, the two tickle slaves not sure what they should do with no one giving them orders.
Owner Wendy also stood submissively a few meters away, awaiting further orders from the Dominatrices, and Octavia and Fhimra submissively joined their owner, both greeting her with erotic open mouthed kisses. Owner Wendy stood between the tickle slaves with her arms around them, and both women giggled and squealed as Owner Wendy poked their sides with a finger on the hand around the side of each, Owner Wendy grinning sadistically.
Ship-Mistress Victoria then approached the three in her exquisite see-through teddy and jewellery, smiling dominantly, and the three submissive women lowered their heads respectfully to the deliciously dominant arrogant Ship-Mistress.
The gorgeous silver haired youthful skinned woman dominantly pointed at the floor, and the three submissive women got down on their hands and knees submissively, looking up at Ship-Mistress Victoria with submissive desire.
Ship-Mistress Victoria dominantly opened her teddy at the crotch by untying some ribbons, getting out her beautiful big pale penis and her delicious vagina underneath, the penis starting just above the clitoris so that Ship-Mistress Victoria had both a clitoris and a penis rather than just either one or the other like normal hermaphrodites.
Octavia very enthusiastically sucked the penis passionately, filling her mouth and down her throat, her gag reflex mostly nonexistent thanks to Slaanesh. Fhimra and Owner Wendy enthusiastically licked the vagina under the penis, the two lesbians not wanting anything to do with a penis but not at all minding licking the girl bits of the predominantly female hermaphrodite.
Ship-Mistress Victoria moaned in dominant pleasure from this stimulation, patting Octavia's curly hair gently in bliss, and Octavia very skilfully gave head, using her entire throat to pleasure the penis, periodically pulling the head out of her throat into her mouth so that she could suck and lick the glans, never once biting at all.
Ship-Mistress Victoria moaned more and more desperately than loudly gasped, filling Octavia's deep throat with copious cum. Octavia swallowed it all down and just kept sucking, the Slaanesh Champion gifted with a penis that could have endless multiple orgasms without a pause. Octavia's throat soon had more cum in it again and again, swallowing all of it as she moaned like a slut.
"This is how I want you to be during our negotiations Wendy, down on your knees licking my pussy. Let us discuss more trade deals as you lick my exalted vulva.", Ship-Mistress Victoria purred huskily down at Owner Wendy.
"Yes Ship-Mistress Victoria, but I will remain firm in my negotiations.", Owner Wendy submissively agreed into Ship-Mistress Victoria's pussy.
"Let's discuss eggs and poultry exports, I hear that you currently have no chicken egg farms, you farm pest birds for eggs on Štękżå'räšh and you then eat these disgusting things!, I think that the 109 Moons of Vem Omicron can supply 100 percent of your chicken egg needs, as well as chicken meat. In return you can give us diesel fuel from Stōørølø.", Ship-Mistress Victoria opened.
"We do indeed need chicken eggs Ship-Mistress Victoria, but the exact price will depend upon the Wong Mafia.", Owner Wendy replied into Ship-Mistress Victoria's pussy.
The negotiations continued, with Ship-Mistress Victoria soon restraining the three women in bondage devices and tickling them, negotiating even as she squeezed Owner Wendy's belly to howling laughter, pausing occasionally to let Owner Wendy reply.
Owner Wendy was completely unbothered as she was tickled and spanked and whipped and beaten and dominated, calmly but firmly negotiating without yielding even as she otherwise submitted to Ship-Mistress Victoria.
Octavia and Fhimra both had their bras removed and had heaps of deliciously painful clothes pegs pinched on their breasts and nipples, both women tied to poles with their hands behind their backs as their tits were wonderfully tortured.
Fhimra looked so sexy with her giant J cup breasts covered in pegs, tied to a pole in strict rope bondage. Fhimra looked totally submissive and aroused in this situation, sexually attracted to the gorgeous highly feminine hermaphrodite.
Ship-Mistress Victoria then indulgently put a condom on her huge long penis, and used it to penetrate Fhimra's pussy as she stood tied to the pole, with Owner Wendy currently sitting in a tickle torture bondage chair with her feet in inbuilt stocks and her toes tied back, laughing hard as Ship-Mistress Victoria ordered her six submissive sluts to all tickle Owner Wendy's feet at the same time without mercy.
Octavia submissively begged to be tickled as well, and Ship-Mistress Victoria indulgently ordered a gorgeous blonde slut to stop tickling Owner Wendy and tickle Octavia instead.
Octavia squealed with happy laughter as the gorgeous blonde submissive woman tickled her tummy with energetic squeezes in the most ticklish spot, making Octavia thrash in her ropes as she laughed hysterically, wonderfully tickled hard.
Fhimra was moaning as she was fucked, looking a little bit uncertain to be penetrated by a penis but obviously attracted to the beautiful dominant woman it was attached to. Fhimra was soon begging for permission to cum, which Ship-Mistress Victoria happily gave. Fhimra then moaned again and again in orgasm, enjoying "heterosexual" sex for the first time in her life.
Soon Octavia was the one being fucked as Fhimra was tickled to hysterics by the blonde submissive slut, and Octavia moaned praises to Slaanesh as the wonderfully big penis fucked her bound body.
Samual was still crying like a baby as he was tortured, but now he was also laughing hard as the seven Lees mercilessly tickled him. He seemed to be enjoying this and his extremely erect penis was ejaculating continuously, his warp corrupted space marine physiology able to replenish sperm almost instantly.
Octavia and Fhimra and Owner Wendy were restrained in a few more bondage positions as wonderful things were done to them, Ship-Mistress Victoria and Owner Wendy still negotiating the entire time. Owner Wendy wasn't currently going to work, these negotiations being her "work from home", and periodically the pair stopped their bondage games to write on bits of paper and type documents and sign stuff, negotiating business in Slaanesh Champion style.
Eventually the entire household (except Chaquille) were in a giant bathtub together, with the geriatric naked Fetter having successfully seduced one of the submissive slut women and currently kissing the woman in the bath as they erotically washed each other.
Mistress Lash and the six apprentices were all dominantly tickling clean Samual, who was by now so sexually submissive after half a day of torture that he didn't even need to be restrained, holding his body still as ordered even as he laughed hard and cried, his penis incredibly erect with arousal from this female domination.
Octavia eagerly tickled Fhimra clean in a pair of waterproof handcuffs around a wall water pipe, currently tickling her nipples clean with a soapy toothbrush.
The bathtub torments gradually ended as everyone was cleaned, and the bathtub was briefly emptied and then refilled with wonderfully warm water, the naked women all relaxing in contentment in the warm water.
Even Samual "the crybaby" Sevenson was still and calm now as he lay in the water, with most of the naked Lee Dominatrices and geishas using his massive body as a headrest to keep their heads above water as they lay contentedly with their bodies submerged. Mistress Agony herself was currently kissing Samual in reconciliation, having forgiven him now after half a day of punishment. Samual calmly returned every kiss, repeatedly putting bath water on his lips to neutralise his highly acidic saliva.
Octavia lovingly fondled Fhimra's massive boobs in the bath, enjoying the massive size of the intimidating J cups. Fhimra was sighing in contentment as she was fondled by her loving girlfriend.
Owner Wendy and Ship-Mistress Victoria were apparently both too comfortable right now to keep negotiating, and just lay together in the bath in relaxed contentment, softly mutually masturbating each other's vaginas (but not the penis).
Fhimra snuggled closer to Octavia in utter contentment, briefly kissing her romantically.
"I have been looking up some amateur social netball teams that are looking for players on your vox phone, and I found a team that agreed to let us join. I just need to ask Wendy.", Fhimra said unexpectedly.
"You did?", Octavia said in surprise.
"I did. The 'Stellarator 91 maintenance women's netball team' is the name of the team and they have room for two more players.", Fhimra said happily.
"What is a Stellarator?", Octavia asked curiously.
"It's a type of nuclear fusion reactor, the Nightmare Asylum would appear to have at least 91 Stellarators onboard, I think they are part of the engine reactor core or something.", Fhimra explained.
"I don't know much about how engines work.", Octavia admitted.
"The Nightmare Asylum has a two stage engine. The first stage of the engine uses nuclear fusion reactors, Stellarators, to generate electrical power conventionally. The electricity is then used to power the second stage, the actual engine itself. The engines are basically just humongous electricity powered plasma cannons of monstrous size. They use electricity to turn some inexpensive reaction mass into a high energy plasma and then use IMMENSELY powerful electromagnetic fields to shoot this plasma out the back, with absolutely incredible speed to get enormous amounts of thrust from very tiny amounts of reaction mass.", Fhimra happily explained.
Octavia just looked at Fhimra, barely understanding a word of what she had just said.
"The engines work with continuous plasma thrust, not single individual shots like a normal plasma cannon, they are constantly fed new plasma as fast as they can shoot it out, giving steady acceleration. The engines can be throttled to alter the thrust, they can be quickly turned off and on. There are a lot of smaller manoeuvring plasma engines all over the ship to let it turn and change nose angle, adjust orbit and slow down et cetera. It's really a neat system.", Fhimra happily continued.
"Neat?, How?", Octavia asked, still barely understanding a word.
"Well if you use a single stage nuclear fusion powered plasma engine then the nuclear reactor itself has to provide the thrust by blasting out plasma from the fusion reaction, but this means that the reactor is exposed to the space outside through some hole to let out the plasma. If the enemy get lucky they could then shoot a laser or something down this hole to destroy the reactor, which are a pain in the ass to fix.", Fhimra began as Octavia's brain hurt.
"Well if you keep the reactor deep inside without any holes to the outside then you can keep it safe from lasers and things. Electrical plasma engines are far easier to fix than fusion reactors and are far less fragile, if they get shot it's much less effort to fix them. It's just neat…", Fhimra trailed off.
"What has this got to do with netball?", Octavia asked in complete confusion.
"Well some of the women who maintain one of the fusion reactors have formed a netball team in their spare time off work and they said we can join.", Fhimra patiently explained.
"But I don't know how to maintain a plasma engine.", Octavia pointed out worriedly.
"It's actually a fusion reactor not a plasma engine.", Fhimra corrected.
"I don't know how to fix that either.", Octavia insisted.
"They are not inviting us to join their maintenance crew, just their netball team to play netball.", Fhimra more impatiently reassured.
"Are you sure that we won't have to fix a plasma cannon?", Octavia insisted worriedly.
"They are never in a million years going to ask a pair of tickle slaves to maintain a Stellarator nuclear fusion reactor!, At the very least it would take a two year diploma in some kind of nuclear maintenance subject to even be considered for the job. We will just be joining their netball team.", Fhimra promised incredulously.
"What sort of maintenance would they even be doing all day?", Octavia asked curiously.
"Well the Nightmare Asylum runs on deuterium, which is an extremely neutron heavy type of fusion reaction. The weird ring shaped reactor chamber would be constantly bathed in neutrons which absorb into atoms they touch to transmute them into different atoms, often unstable atoms that radioactively decay. The walls of the reactor would gradually fall to bits from all the atomic decay, it would need to be turned off periodically and have all the bits inside replaced, probably by people in lead radiation suits. I imagine that the maintenance would be a never ending pain in the ass actually.", Fhimra mused with high intelligence.
"But how can they turn the reactor off to fix it if it powers the engines?", Octavia asked in confusion.
"That's why they have at least 91 different reactors, so they can turn some off for maintenance while others are running to power the engines. That actually makes it even neater than those idiotic single stage fusion engines, I have no idea how they maintain those engines without constantly stopping the engines for maintenance.", Fhimra chuckled.
Octavia blinked, as always feeling really stupid and confused about science.
"Never mind nuclear physics, the POINT is that we can join a netball team.", Fhimra reminded Octavia.
"Now that you mention it, what's netball?", Octavia asked stupidly…
***…
Fhimra Pyrestrength felt absolutely ridiculous as she tried to fit her massive breasts inside a netball uniform, with Octavia having even more difficulty fitting.
The netball team had sent them a pair of team uniforms by courier, the uniforms designed to fit the typical woman. The uniforms were made of Lycra and could stretch quite a bit, but J cup breasts were really pushing this stretching ability.
With enormous effort Fhimra managed to get her top on, the formerly full torso top riding right up her belly like a crop top from her boobs consuming so much of the length. The uniform was white, which was a mistake just asking to become see-through with sweat, and stretched across Fhimra's boobs were the words "Stellarator 91 maintenance women's netball team", followed by the words "Stellarator 91 Sirens" in much bigger letters as a catchy team name.
Fhimra helped Octavia squeeze into her own top, which looked like little more than a tube bra with her mighty boobs consuming even more fabric than Fhimra's J cups. The pair looked themselves in the mirror, reflecting an absurdly big breasted pair of women squeezed into white Lycra tops that were way too small for them, with at least their matching netball shorts fitting them properly.
The pair put on the sportiest shoes they owned, (which were still inappropriate for playing netball in), and went out to a dungeon room to show off their outfits to the household…
The entire room burst out laughing at the sight of them squeezed into these netball uniforms and various women gleefully recorded the sight with electronic devices, Fhimra blushing pinkly with embarrassment.
The pair of them submissively kissed Wendy and Lash goodbye, and left the palace holding hands, spending money and personal items like vox phones stuffed down between their tits where no one could possibly steal them.
The two absurdly big breasted tickle slaves got a lot of very odd looks from everyone they passed, making Fhimra blush shyly, and they took many corridors and staircases and embarrassingly crowded elevators just to get to the primary reactor core where the team had a netball court.
The reactor core was not a single reactor at all but rather many many series of smaller reactors that worked in concert together, covering many floors somewhere in the back half of the massive ship. Everywhere Fhimra looked were restricted access doors with signs saying such things as Stellarator 46, Heat Exchanger Unit 15, and other such things related to nuclear power. The entire area was slightly uncomfortably hot, and was slightly noisey with the faint buzz of huge heat exchanger fluid pumps.
Fhimra knew for a fact that the Nightmare Asylum produced literally terawatts of electrical power, and given the huge scale of all the reactors she could easily believe it.
The reactor core public access corridors were surprisingly crowded with vast numbers of people in various work related uniforms, with vast numbers of maintenance and repair technicians, tradesmen specialising in metal work or electrics, teams of reactor deep cleaners, radioactive material disposal specialists and innumerable other jobs. More than half of the bare minimum essential crew positions were located either here or in the engineering decks that held the plasma engines, literally tens of thousands working in the reactor core alone.
Fhimra knew enough about nuclear physics to understand why it would take so many crew to keep these reactors running, deuterium-deuterium fusion was an absolute mother fucker as far as reactor decay went, spewing out neutrons constantly that made reactor parts literally decay away in the most radioactive way possible. The Stellarators would all be heavily neutron shielded with some very thick material to absorb the worst of the neutrons, but no (workable) baryonic matter in existence was completely immune to neutron absorption and all decayed sooner or later, leaking radioactive particles into the deuterium plasma and poisoning the fusion process.
It would probably take more or less daily maintenance just to keep the Stellarators running, at most probably a week or two of running a given reactor nonstop before it would be necessary to turn it off and perform maintenance on at least the neutron shielding layers. To do this in a timely and expedited fashion would require a LOT of people, hence all the huge numbers of crew.
Fhimra blushed scarlet as men and women alike in the seething crowds gawked at her and Octavia, and she blushed even more when endless numbers of men tried to hit on her. The gauntlet of people they had to walk through was absolutely brutal, making Fhimra blush nonstop with embarrassment.
Eventually the pair found a door to a reactor crew netball court that occupied some unused space between reactor machinery, entering to find a group of women in their same uniforms, (but fitting their normal sized chests properly), all of them doing netball practice exercises with cheap mass produced netball balls.
The netball women all paused and gawked at their two new teammates in open mouthed astonishment and then burst out laughing uncontrollably, making Fhimra blush crimson with embarrassment.
"Those CANNOT be real tits!", One of the women laughed, other women also commenting about their huge tits and the ill fitting nature of their clothes.
Fhimra and Octavia approached the team, shyly saying hello and introducing themselves as Octavia and Fhimra.
"I think that you girls need bigger uniforms.", One of the teammates said shaking her head incredulously.
"Yes please!, This is embarrassing!", Fhimra frantically agreed.
"We will have to order some made, we don't have any for… What size are you?", the woman asked curiously.
"I'm a J cup…", Fhimra admitted blushing hard.
"I didn't know it even went up as high as J cups!", one of the teammates exclaimed, which didn't exactly make Fhimra feel good.
"Mine are even bigger than J cups, one of thos letters I think.", Octavia said happily in her slutty voice.
The netball team all shook their heads at this, and Fhimra blushed even harder.
"We are just here to play netball.", Fhimra shyly pressed.
"You can play…", A woman who seemed to be the team captain said quietly, looking in wonder at the two giant pairs of breasts.
Fhimra and Octavia were asked if they had played before, to which they shook their heads, and they were given a brief lesson about the rules. The pair were then given balls and patiently taught what they could and couldn't do with them.
Fhimra was intelligent and learned very fast, but Octavia got hopelessly confused, constantly trying to walk with the ball when she wasn't accidentally dropping it.
Fhimra patiently helped Octavia, reminding her every time that she couldn't walk with the ball and wasn't supposed to bounce it. Octavia very gradually grasped these most basic fundamentals, and then they were taught about how to throw balls in the net.
Octavia tried to throw the ball up in the air with adorable clumsiness, and it fell back down to rest balancing perfectly on her huge tits, making the whole team explode with laughter.
Fhimra had more success and was soon playing competitively with the other teammates, getting and throwing and receiving the ball, running around when she didn't have the ball to get into position. Fhimra was then standing with her back to the net, a woman from the mock rival team standing behind her. Fhimra raised her hands and was thrown the ball, she then spun around sharply on one foot and her huge J cups flailed out to knock the other woman down off her feet!
The laughter that followed was deafening and Fhimra blushed scarlet, so cross with Wendy for doing this to her!
Octavia had about the mastery of a five year old child by the end of the practice, sort of understanding what to do with her feet but not grasping team work or strategy. Fhimra on the other hand was learning really fast and was complimented by the team at the end, told that she had real potential.
Fhimra felt wonderful, finally doing a normal activity with normal women and doing really well at it. This was exactly the break that her sanity needed.
Fhimra very deliberately didn't tell the team a single detail about her life, stopping Octavia from revealing anything embarrassing either. For now she was just a mysterious stranger (with gigantic tits), no embarrassing revelations about what she did, letting Fhimra enjoy the normality she desperately needed right now.
Fhimra would soon return to the dungeon, but for now she got to be a normal person in the crew and it was absolutely wonderful.
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