Chapter 42H
Night Lords Chaos Raptor Augusta Antony Sevenson was finally getting the hang of his jump pack, whooping for joy as he raced Cornelius De Gaul, a jump pack equipped assault marine from the Spitting Vipers 9th Company "8th Platoon".
"You still have a lot to learn young one.", Cornelius De Gaul chuckled in a French accent from the green beak helmet of his power armour as he overtook Augusta in the air.
"I'm not beaten yet old one.", Augusta retorted and overtook him again.
The two space marines tore through the 3 dimensional maze of the Nightmare Asylum at incredible speed, flying from surface to surface, landing on and leaping off high platforms, pushing off walls to change direction, shooting down tunnels in the side of high walls impossible to reach on foot, racing each other the entire time.
Augusta was fast but Cornelius De Gaul had many more years of experience and easily won the race, removing his beaky helmet at the end to show his annoyingly French face grinning smugly. The entire Vem Omicron system was infested with people of French heritage and they had a true talent in being smug and haughty with minimal effort.
(Note, I have nothing against French people, this is just the point of view of the characters in the story.)
"Aw haw haw, I won again.", Cornelius laughed in the most French way possible.
"Yes yes, you won again.", Augusta grumbled.
Other Raptors and Assault Marines were using the training course now so the pair got out of the way, assembling in a waiting area with others of their kind to await their next turn of the course. The waiting area had Night Lord Chaos Raptors and Spitting Vipers Assault Marines, the two groups looking extremely different.
The Spitting Vipers 9th Company had only (relatively) recently joined chaos, being part of a modern loyalist codex chapter before that, and they had all of the gear of a loyalist chapter, with beaky helmets and venom green armour that lacked spikes, their shoulder pads emblazoned with the emblem of a snake spitting venom, with only the Aquilas removed to show that they were no longer part of their loyalist original chapter.
Augusta had no clear understanding of why the entire 9th company of a loyalist chapter had split off to join chaos, but they had managed to take tech marines and apothecaries and even psychic librarians and even some freaking CHAPLAINS with them, right down to the lowliest chapter serf assigned to serve the 9th company. As a result they had all the skills and specialists needed to make and maintain their modern gear, as well as to maintain their gene seeds and create new neophytes. They had made such a clean break that they had been able to grow to an entire independent chapter over the years.
They had stormed the battle barge known as "The Bastille" and stolen it with minimal casualties when they turned traitor, (they were very proud of telling absolutely everyone about how they had "stormed the Bastille"), taking not just the ship but all the gene seeds and equipment and workshop forges it carried, and they had then simply ran away in iconic French style, escaping the wrath of their enraged parent chapter and hiding in the Maelstrom, setting up a new home on one of the moons of the completely lifeless and unclaimed gas giant Vem Omicron and gradually colonising every other moon as they built up their numbers.
(Note, again I am sorry to any French readers.)
The Spitting Vipers 9th Company had populated their empire with endless generations of the kids of their (equally French) mixed sex original chapter serfs, (starting out with a few thousand), and the female chapter serfs had dutifully given birth to massive numbers of children at the command of their space marine masters, (impregnated by their merely human male chapter serf husbands as the Spitting Vipers' gene seed were (for now) uncorrupted and rendered their space marines infertile as usual).
At one point the Spitting Vipers had held a "ten child policy" for all married female chapter serfs in their service, commanding that no less than ten children be born to each woman, and well over a hundred years of this policy had swelled the population to billions, (at which point the Spitting Vipers decided that they actually had far too many chapter serfs now and began enslaving millions of them to cull their numbers). As a result Vem Omicron was drowning in French people, which was in general a good thing for the Maelstrom because they were very good at producing food, but which also personally irritated Augusta because he was slightly racist against French people, (and against his own wife's Asian heritage, and against transsexuals, which wasn't a race per say, basically Augusta was a bit of a chud, with the exception that he wasn't particularly homophobic and had no real opinions about black people).
Well anyway, the Spitting Vipers 9th Company was chapter strength despite calling themselves a Company, and they had divided their company into ten "platoons", which acted exactly like codex space marine companies, each with about a hundred men and each following the codex Astartes almost to the letter. They were the most codex chaos space marines Augusta had ever seen, consulting a revised version of the book to guide almost everything they did. It was weird.
They still called their Chaos Raptors "assault marines" like a loyalist chapter would, and every single one of them had a neat beaky helmet and smooth clean armour, looking like fucking Ultramarines but with green painted armour. It was so fucking weird being on the same side as space marines who looked like this.
The Night Lords and the French Marines friendlily mocked and teased each other as they waited for another race, talking a lot of shit but all said with a smile. The Night Lords were mocked for being "pussy whipped subs", which was fair, and the Spitting Vipers were mocked for being French, which was also fair. The insults got quite creative, but neither side was seriously offended, taking it all with good humour.
With the Vem Omicron system being less than a day of warp travel away, it was very easy for ships to travel back and forth each day as more and more trade deals were agreed upon and signed, and now that the two empires had signed a mutual nonaggression treaty and a peace treaty the traffic was increasing to the point that chaos space marines on both sides were regularly visiting each other. Firestorm Frigates constantly came and went carrying French Marines who stayed for a while and then left again, and Sevenson Iconoclast class Destroyers likewise regularly took small numbers of Sevenson Night Lords to the 109 moons of Vem Omicron to visit temporarily.
Mistress Wendy was still feverishly negotiating with a "female" diplomat about minor minutiae, (in between fucking her), quibbling about salad prices and broccoli quotas and other such nonsense, but for all intents and purposes the Sevenson Empire now already had a mutually beneficial peace agreement with the 109 Moons of Vem Omicron, complete with hydrocarbon trade agreements. It might take any amount of time to quibble over the lesser bullshit like fucking salad prices, but this lesser minutiae was just a footnote to the main point that they had peace.
Augusta was soon racing Cornelius De Gaul yet again, and almost got close enough to draw with him at the end, gradually getting faster with practice.
"I deliberately slowed down and yet you STILL didn't win?, Aw haw haw you disappoint me.", Cornelius mocked Frenchly.
"You just have more practice at running away.", Augusta retorted.
"Touché", Cornelius quipped, holding his chest mockingly as though gravely wounded.
Augusta snorted in amusement at this remark and was just thinking of a reply when Liling stormed into the waiting area, wearing maternity clothes and looking extremely pissed off…
"Grovel before me Augusta!", Liling ordered severely!
Submissive pleasure more intense than anything gripped hold of Augusta with unstoppable Slaaneshi power from the blood curse, and the pleasure was too great to resist, forcing him to grovel before Liling in worship with orgasmic submissive pleasure.
"Aw haw haw haw, what a pussy whipped Astartes you are.", Cornelius laughed Frenchly, pissing Augusta off but Augusta impotent to do anything but grovel before Liling.
"I have been looking for you for DAYS you naughty boy!, The kids have been screaming so much that I had to buy a slave nanny just to take care of them because YOU weren't there to help!, You are in for a WORLD of hurt!", Liling snarled in a daemonically distorted wrathful voice, her face temporarily altering in the warp to show a snarling daemonic face.
Augusta could only grovel before her in complete submission, completely enslaved to her will. Liling wasn't a born Sevenson woman, but she was still able to control Augusta as though she was one, thanks to the fact that she was literally his personal Dominatrix wife who had dominated him completely even before the curse, so that he already subconsciously saw her as a female with absolute authority over him. As far as the blood curse was concerned this counted, binding Augusta completely to Liling's will, countermanded only by even higher ranking female authority figures like his mother Octavia.
The French Marines mocked and laughed at Augusta as he was completely humiliated by Liling in front of everyone, and he was powerless to stop it, dominated completely.
Augusta was soon crawling away on his hands and knees in his power armour with a collar and leash on his neck, his helmet removed and resting balanced on the back of his jump pack as he crawled, with Liling dominantly holding the leash and leading him away.
Lesser chaos worshippers gazed at Liling in awe as she dominantly led the 9 foot tall Astartes on a leash on his hands and knees, parting out of the way as she walked him for kilometres all the way home through the most crowded public corridors she could possibly find just to humiliate him.
Augusta was soon at home changing nappies and cleaning as Liling dominantly bossed him around, forced to do a mountain of chores naked with his penis locked in a chastity cage so that he couldn't even get an erection, Liling wearing a black latex Dominatrix outfit and cracking a huge bladed whip across his skin that briefly drew blood before his space marine healing ability healed the cuts.
Augusta was in love as he was whipped and dominated by the delicious little sadist, feeling the most intoxicating pleasure as he blissfully submitted to the tiny little sadist.
A terrified looking blonde haired French slave woman nanny slave took over the childcare for a while as Liling strapped Augusta down to a surgical table, and Liling got out scalpels and other surgical tools sadistically, looking at his penis cruelly and removing the chastity cage.
Augusta screamed with orgasmic agony as Liling used a huge pair of scissors to cut his penis off with a spray of blood!
Augusta ejaculated out of the bleeding stump from the incredible pain!
Liling then very carefully reattached the penis with the help of a medical laser and other tools, flawlessly reattaching every last nerve with preternatural skill until his penis was whole once more. Liling then sliced his penis in half lengthwise with incredible pain, making him orgasm again, before then putting his penis back together again.
Again and again Augusta screamed in pain and pleasure as he was cut to pieces and put back together again, his space marine healing ability letting him recover from the surgery almost instantly. Blood and cum sprayed everywhere, Liling's sadistic beautiful Chinese face sprayed red and white with the respective fluids, stripping naked when her Dominatrix outfit got stained with blood, climbing up on his body and sitting her vagina down on his penis as she cut open his abdomen to expose his fused ribs and his guts.
Augusta came inside Liling countless times as she mercilessly tortured him with surgery, looking up at his wife lovingly, his wife looking down at him with equal love, both smiling at each other romantically.
The torture was incredibly tender as Liling passionately kissed his bleeding guts pulled out of his belly, bouncing on his penis as he screamed with pleasure and pain. It was intensely romantic and beautiful, the pair reconciling as they made such tender Slaaneshi love to each other.
The blood stained pair were giggling in bed together a while later, kissing each other and cuddling tenderly, blissfully in love.
Liling looked down at her ever changing belly in the warp, alternating between exactly how pregnant she was but rarely flat anymore.
"I think we are definitely pregnant now, the warp glitches barely show me not pregnant at all anymore, I think we are pregnant.", Liling said fondly to Augusta.
"Yes Mistress Liling, definitely pregnant.", Augusta fondly agreed.
Liling kissed him again.
"Please don't keep disappearing for days at a time, I miss you when you are gone.", Liling said seriously.
"I need to master my jump pack for battle or I will never come home again.", Augusta warned her.
"I know that you need to train and maintain your gear, but you could still call, you could keep your vox on so I can talk to you. You could come home at least once a day to spend time with your family and sleep with your wife.", Liling quietly replied in a soft reasonable voice.
"I will come home more often, but I need to train for many hours a day to master the use of my jump pack. I want to survive to see my children grow up, without enough training I will make some fatal error in battle and you will be left a widow.", Augusta gravely warned his wife.
Liling shuddered at this warning and held him tightly, looking afraid for his safety like the wife of any other soldier would.
"Be safe.", Liling said softly and kissed him long into the night.
***…
Fhimra Pyrestrength squealed with laughter as she sat strapped in a tickle torture bondage chair, her feet held raised right up in inbuilt stocks with her excessive amount of toes tied back with strings, her arms raised high above her head with her wrists strapped to the very tall headrest, exposing her armpits, with thin tight straps around her legs and body to hold her hard against the steep V shaped padded chair.
Mistress Lash smiled cruelly in her open front kimono, her gorgeous young naked body on display through the open kimono, her entire skin painted white with geisha makeup and her hair done up elaborately, with a bright red strap on dildo worn on a matching red waist strap just above her bare pussy, (which had earlier been used to penetrate Fhimra).
Fhimra laughed hysterically as Mistress Lash tickled her defenceless armpits, tugging impotently in the straps unable to defend herself as she was tickled to hard involuntary laughter.
Fhimra was happy enough and very VERY used to this daily treatment by this point in her tickle slavery, she didn't even question the fact that this was happening to her, this happened for hours literally every day, just her normal life.
Fhimra's pussy was wet over the deliciously dominant Mistress Lash, even as Fhimra squealed nonstop with tormented laughter, and Fhimra was enjoying this erotic torture greatly despite her periodic begging for mercy.
Wendy herself was currently laughing hard in a bondage bed as Ship-Mistress Victoria sadistically tickled her stomach and armpits, the two Slaanesh Champions calmly talking about salad green pricing agreements even as they had kinky sexual play together. Slaanesh Champions were like this when in pairs, feeling compelled to worship Slaanesh together even during negotiations. Whenever two Emperor's Children Chaos Space Marine Slaanesh Champions from different war bands met to negotiate, the result was almost always a lot of sodomy and torture as the pair talked, this is just what Slaanesh Champions were like in pairs. (There were admittedly exceptions to this general rule).
Octavia was currently being fucked in bondage by Samual Sevenson, who was now always present 24 hours a day to control Ship-Mistress Victoria. Mistress Agony was currently at work dominating a regular submissive client, still being a professional Dominatrix with a job in between her educational sessions with her mentor Mistress Lash. (Her boyfriend Samual didn't mind her keeping her old job). The other apprentices were also currently at work with their regular submissive clients.
Ship-Mistress Victoria was being attended to by her six naked leather strap clad submissive women, who mostly reclined submissively on the dungeon floor awaiting orders from their Mistress, and Fetter and Chaquille were presumably doing chores right now.
Fhimra squirmed in her bondage enjoying the unbearably ticklish touch of fingers on her naked body, laughing so hard but feeling so peaceful at the same time in her intense submission. Fhimra was intensely sexually aroused from all her tickling, her pussy dribbling and her clitoris fully engorged, wanting to be rubbed and penetrated to climax but enjoying it even though she wasn't being touched down there.
Mistress Lash delicately tickled Fhimra's huge breasts softly, making Fhimra squeal and laugh, ticklish even here if touched just right with soft stroking. Fhimra laughed and squirmed as her tits were tickled awfully with gentle fingertips, unable to get her tits away from the fingers and forced to laugh because it tickled her so much!
Mistress Lash picked up a small feather and tickled Fhimra's nipple cruelly, making Fhimra squeal with laughter and jump in her bonds at the intolerably ticklish feeling on her sensitive nipple, unable to stop herself from laughing as it just kept tickling!
Mistress Lash used the feather on Fhimra's other nipple, making her laugh equally hard, Fhimra's pussy dribbling fluid from how horny this made her.
The tickling of Fhimra just continued mercilessly, her skin plied all over and her laughter never ending for at least 40 minutes, tickled unendurably hard every single moment so that her skin crawled and her entire badly tickled body tingled all over.
Fhimra was a little hot and sweaty from so much laughter and energetic squirming for over 40 minutes, but she was very much alive and physically unharmed by the tickle torture. It was amazing that something could make her suffer so much without actually hurting her at all.
This was just the life of a tickle slave, it was unendurable but survivable, it tickled like crazy but it wasn't fatal, and Fhimra was daily surprised by just how MUCH tickling her body could take on a daily basis and still be fine at the end.
The tickling went incredibly slowly, every single second of it feeling like ten seconds and every ten minutes feeling like an hour, not passing quickly at all, every single moment hard torture, but agonising second by second Fhimra was forced to endure it all, having no safe word and no say in the matter.
Mistress Lash was grinning sadistically, empathically feeling how much this was tormenting Fhimra and getting off on her suffering, and she tickled Fhimra gleefully without any shred of mercy, deeply pleasured by Fhimra's ticklish suffering.
Fhimra was completely submissive as she laughed and vaginally fountained, deeply turned on by this mean cruelty, enjoying this treatment more than she would ever admit.
"My darling Fhimra, as much as it pains me, I have to stop tickling you and go get ready for work.", Mistress Lash said with a sigh without warning, leaning down to give Fhimra a passionate kiss.
Fhimra waved goodbye with one of her hands strapped high above her head as Mistress Lash said goodbye to Wendy, and Fhimra relaxed in her bondage chair, relieved to finally not be getting tickled anymore.
Mistress Lash left the room and Fhimra caught her breath, planning to have a nap in her bondage if no one disturbed her.
Samual was enthusiastically tickling the bound Octavia as he continuously fucked her, both of them verbally praising Slaanesh in between their various noises. Octavia had been hanging from her wrists in padded shackles on the end of steel cables attached to an electric ceiling winch, but she was now raised up impaled on his huge penis, resting on his penis so high up that she could bring her arms down in the hanging shackles but not resisting at all as Samual tickled her as he fucked her.
Fhimra yawned in her bondage chair and closed her eyes contentedly, feeling wonderful and relaxed after her long tickle, and soon she was sleeping peacefully.
Fhimra had a nice nap but then laughed herself awake to find that Wendy was enthusiastically tickling her armpits!
Fhimra could do precisely nothing as she laughed hard being tickled, and Wendy was absolutely merciless for about five minutes straight before stopping to kiss Fhimra passionately.
"You need to go to the toilet, then after that lunch is ready, nice healthy bland salad with no dressing, a lovely yucky lukewarm temperature to make you suffer even more.", Wendy said sadistically with cruel glee.
"Yes Ma'am.", Fhimra submissively agreed without complaint, and Wendy untied her and took her to the bathroom, then strapped her down into her dining room chair with her wrist straps clipped to the sides of the seat.
Wendy went to get Octavia leaving Fhimra strapped defenceless in her chair, and Fetter limped out of the kitchen to stand behind the extremely nervous jumpy Fhimra.
Fhimra squealed with laughter as Fetter tickled her bare neck with her old fingers, Fetter chuckling sadistically, and Fhimra was tickled by Fetter until Wendy returned with the naked Octavia, Fetter returning to the kitchen as Octavia was also strapped down into her chair with her wrists clipped immobile to the sides of the seat.
Wendy playfully tickled Octavia in the chair as Samual and Ship-Mistress Victoria entered, and the six submissive women of Ship-Mistress Victoria were also strapped down in chairs at the table and tickled one by one by their Mistress, filling the room with hard laughter.
Fhimra was jumpy and nervous as the two Slaanesh Champions slowly circled around the table tickling bound women at random, and Fhimra gasped with laughter as Ship-Mistress Victoria stroked her ribs in a terrible place!
Ship-Mistress Victoria moved to tickle another woman, but Fhimra didn't get to rest for long before Wendy was upon her, digging her thumbs into Fhimra's side boobs so intensely that Fhimra almost wet herself with laughter!
The two Slaanesh Champions just kept circling around the table terrorising the ticklish slave girls, Fhimra tickled again and again by both of them, and they just kept tickling the women until the food was served, the women having their strapped wrists unclipped from the chair to let them use their hands.
The meal was as disgusting as had been promised, bland lukewarm salad greens that would be lucky to have any calories at all, absolutely miserable food to eat after being tickled since dawn!
Octavia vocally complained and got into trouble with Wendy, but Fhimra was wiser and didn't complain, silently eating her horrible unappetising lukewarm salad greens without comment, forcing the entire meal down queasily with the help of a lot of glasses of water.
The two Slaanesh Champions were served delicious smelling French cuisine and French wine in generous amounts, as the submissive and slave women watched jealously with their horrible salad and water, and the two Champions moaned loudly in pleasure at the food just to rub it in the faces of the jealous submissive women!
It was SO mean!
Fhimra was served a second course of even yuckier salad, with bitter greens and celery and raw onions and other horrible things mixed in to make it taste as unpleasant as possible, all a nauseating lukewarm temperature!
Fhimra looked at the sadistically grinning Wendy in disbelief, amazed that the sadist could be so diabolically MEAN!
Fhimra cried from not just the onions as she was forced to eat a distressing amount of this mouth burningly bitter salad, her stomach swollen with fibre and getting cramps of indigestion!
Octavia was having a tantrum like a small child at this second course, and Wendy had to beat her repeatedly with a cruel leather belt to make her eat it, Octavia getting into trouble as usual at mealtime.
Fhimra wept real tears as a THIRD course of salad was placed before her, this one a CHILLI salad made of little more than various EXTREMELY spicy chillies!
Fhimra looked at Wendy in tears, and saw Wendy grinning back with a revoltingly sadistic look on her grinning face!
Fhimra sobbed and submissively tried to eat the chilli salad, immediately getting a burned tongue and desperately reaching for her water!
Wendy ran over and sadistically took the water away from Fhimra, forcing her to eat chillies with no water to cool her tongue!
The entire table was in dismay as the pair of sadists enjoyed the suffering of the six submissives and two tickle slaves, all of the women crying real tears from the spicy chillies, their water taken away as they were mercilessly forced to eat chilli after chilli!
"It's not THAT bad.", Samual the Night Lord said from the table, eating chilli salad of his own with only very slight redness in his pale white face from the spice.
Fhimra heaved and struggled to keep her salad down, sobbing in distress with her entire face burning red from the chillies. Octavia herself puked up salad greens all over herself!
Wendy sadistically fed this puke back to Octavia with a spoon!
The other women had more success in keeping their food down, but all were sobbing with bright red faces. Fhimra sobbed brokenly as she just kept eating chillies for Wendy's sadistic amusement.
Fhimra cried with relief as she swallowed the last chilli, bawling as it was finally over…
A fourth course was brought out and Fhimra cried like a baby at the sight…
***…
"That was SO mean!", Octavia said unhappily to Owner Wendy in spice induced tears when the horrid meal was finally over.
Owner Wendy erotically licked away Octavia's tears without replying, making Octavia moan erotically from the licking.
Poor Fhimra was bawling in heavy tears, and Owner Wendy walked over to attend to her.
Octavia was all sticky with puke and badly needed to be tickled clean in the shower, bits of chewed up salad puke stuck to her body in odd places and stinking of vomit and disgusting vegetables!
Octavia's wrists were once again clipped to her chair now that the meal was over, and she couldn't get up until she was released.
Samual Sevenson got up and walked over to Octavia, kneeling down beside her chair. He then tickled Octavia's ribs, almost making her puke.
Octavia enjoyed the tickle but struggled to keep her lunch down, and Owner Wendy eventually shooed him away and untied Octavia, taking her to the bathroom for a teeth brushing and a brief tickle clean to remove all the vomit.
Owner Wendy then reminded Octavia that she had netball practice again this afternoon, (Octavia had completely forgotten), and she helped Octavia squeeze her breasts into the ridiculously small netball uniform after she first put on some underwear and a bra.
Fhimra was already dressed in her netball uniform when Octavia joined her in their slave cell, Fhimra's J cups barely contained inside her badly stretched Lycra netball top.
Fhimra had her arms raised pretending to shoot a netball into a net, and Octavia very happily poked her in the sides making her flinch down her arms and squeal ticklishly.
"You will make me puke if you do that!, My stomach is full to bursting!", Fhimra squealed frantically with a ticklish giggle.
Octavia just cuddled her from behind instead, kissing the side of her girlfriend's neck erotically making her moan.
"By Tzeentch you are making me go crazy.", Fhimra moaned sounding aroused.
"By Slaanesh I should hope so.", Octavia cutely replied, licking her neck erotically and cupping her huge breasts from behind.
The Tzeentch worshipping lesbian moaned deeply and Octavia continued to lick and fondle.
"I love you… SO much!", Fhimra moaned at Octavia.
Octavia put her tongue in Fhimra's ear, making her moan even more.
Fhimra turned around in the cuddle and kissed Octavia passionately, her mouth tasting clean from obviously brushing her teeth after lunch. Octavia returned the kiss adding her tongue to Fhimra's mouth.
The pair of girlfriends made out passionately in their netball uniforms with their eyes closed in bliss, enjoying each other's lips greatly.
"We could leave now and we would get to the netball court before the rest of the team, we could then go shopping before practice starts and buy some netball equipment. I checked the cogitator network and found out that there is a sports equipment shop in a little commercial shopping area just outside the reactor core area.", Fhimra told Octavia during a pause in the kissing, their foreheads pressed together as Fhimra spoke.
"What sort of equipment?", Octavia asked curiously.
"Well a netball ball or two for a start so we can practice at home. Maybe some proper running shoes as well.", Fhimra said with her forehead pressed to Octavia's forehead intimately.
"The balls we can buy, but not shoes without Owner Wendy's permission.", Octavia reminded Fhimra sympathetically.
"We can ask her and hope that she agrees.", Fhimra replied hopefully.
"We will need extra spending money, new sports shoes cost a fortune in this fleet.", Octavia said thoughtfully.
"We can ask for that too.", Fhimra replied hopefully.
"I already have a little bit of money savings that my children gave me, I keep it hidden inside some of my socks.", Octavia whispered, making sure no one else was eavesdropping.
Octavia broke away from the cuddle and opened up a simple metal storage chest box with a combination lock, carefully remembering that the combination that prevented theft wa 4.
Octavia opened the box, (one of the few bits of furniture the slave cell contained), to reveal an extremely untidy mess of socks and panties and bras and stockings and sexy lingerie filling the box in a jumble. Octavia put her hand down into the messy jumble of garments, blindly feeling around, and felt something heavy and hard inside a sock.
Octavia lifted out the cute pink sock triumphantly, the sock visibly bulging with something very heavy. Octavia then very slyly opened the sock slightly to show Fhimra gleaming gold coins with symbols of Nurgle on them.
Fhimra gazed in wonder as Octavia pulled out a heavy gold coin and handed it to her to inspect.
"Gold coins from the daemon world of Alpha Plus Sanctuary, Egg gave them to me. They are pure 24 karat gold, they used to be used as money years ago. The gold is still valuable even if the coins themselves are not.", Octavia explained proudly.
"Does Wendy know that you have these?", Fhimra whispered.
"Of course she knows, I keep no secrets from my Owner.", Octavia said, surprised at the mere suggestion that she might be hiding something from Owner Wendy.
"I think that these will be enough to buy out the whole shop.", Fhimra chuckled, relaxing at the information that Owner Wendy knew about the gold.
"We will not bring all of these coins, just two coins each will be more than enough to buy shoes.", Octavia said, playfully putting a hand down Fhimra's top to put a coin deep inside each bra cup where it would never accidentally fall out, making Fhimra giggle.
Octavia reached down her own mighty bosom with two coins of her own, wedging them under her breasts right near the bottom middle of the cups, the coins immediately held fast under the huge weight.
Octavia then carefully hid her money sock again in the bottom of the box. The sock was not the only treasure to be found in this box, she had other hidden valuables, other socks stuffed with precious things and wads of money. Being the mother of both Egg and Augusta as adults was surprisingly lucrative, the pair of adult children very quietly and subtly giving gifts to their mother, from money to spoils of war like stolen jewels. Octavia was very rich by usual Chaos Worshipper standards, with the one stipulation that she was in fact a slave in complete chattel bondage to another person so couldn't freely use this wealth as she pleased, not even allowed to buy herself food without permission.
Octavia closed and locked her box of treasure and underwear, and she and Fhimra walked holding hands to find Owner Wendy, finding her signing papers with Ship-Mistress Victoria about something salad related.
"Can we pretty please go shopping for netball shoes and netball equipment Owner Wendy?", Octavia and Fhimra asked as adorably as possible, giving pleading puppy dog eyes and holding their palms together in a praying begging gesture.
Owner Wendy snorted at their adorable begging and hesitated.
"We already have the money, we just need your permission dear sweet Owner.", Octavia said sweetly, kissing Owner Wendy on the lips to try to manipulate her.
"Sexy netball shoes?", Owner Wendy asked sternly.
"An evil petting zoo?", Fhimra quipped in a strange accent, confusing Octavia but making Owner Wendy snort with amusement.
"Smart arse.", Owner Wendy chuckled at Fhimra.
"I don't get it.", Octavia said confused.
"It's a quote from the first Austin Powers movie.", Fhimra explained.
"She's never going to get the joke even if she saw the film, the joke is too cerebral for Octavia.", Owner Wendy told Fhimra quietly.
"Is 'cerebral' another type of fusion reactor like the Stallar-alligator?", Octavia asked in confusion.
"I rest my case.", Owner Wendy said to Fhimra.
"If they have such a thing as 'sexy' netball shoes then I will get them, but if they don't have those then can I just get normal netball shoes please Owner Wendy?", Fhimra asked reasonably and respectfully.
"I suppose so, yes. Just don't wear them for non-netball occasions.", Owner Wendy said indulgently.
Fhimra kissed Owner Wendy passionately on the lips in thanks, followed by profuse verbal gratitude, echoed by Octavia.
The pair of girlfriends left quickly to maximise their shopping time, running off happily down to the reactor core, then detouring towards the shopping area just outside the reactor core, going down a crowded corridor past lots of side passages and doors into reactor rooms.
"They have Tokamaks too?", Fhimra said curiously, looking into a passing side door.
"What's a Tokamak?", Octavia asked curiously.
"It's another type of nuclear fusion reactor.", Fhimra explained.
"Is it odd that they have two different types of reactor?", Octavia asked curiously.
"I suppose not, a reactor is a reactor I guess, I think those Tokamaks probably just breed tritium from deuterium anyway, wait that one there says that it RUNS on tritium-deuterium?, Ok I think that some Tokamaks just breed tritium and others burn it for energy, that's quite neat, adding tritium to the deuterium fuel would increase the power output of the main reactors significantly, I bet they also add some tritium to the Stellarators too to kick up the power output, that would be a great way to throttle the reactor output during battle by adding more tritium to the fuel mix as needed.", Fhimra mused like a genius, making Octavia feel stupid like the Tzeentch worshipper often did.
Octavia just nodded and smiled, having little idea of what her girlfriend was talking about.
"Yep yep!, Look!, Tritium storage tanks!, They are turning some of the deuterium main fuel into tritium fuel and storing it for later when they need to turbocharge the reactors!, That is REALLY smart!, This reactor core is SERIOUSLY high performance!", Fhimra pointed excitedly through a doorway at huge metal gas tanks built into the floor of a room.
Octavia nodded and smiled stupidly.
"I wonder exactly how they have set up the cooling system on the outside of the ship to radiate away all the waste heat?", Fhimra asked rhetorically in excitement.
Octavia shrugged, having no idea.
The pair continued, with Fhimra gushing about the workings of the reactor core with extreme intelligence, talking excitedly about nuclear physics that TigerLily had apparently taught her tribe to understand fluently. Octavia felt completely stupid.
"Liquid helium and liquid nitrogen emergency coolant tanks?, So during battle they can pump this super cold stuff through the heat exchangers in an emergency if the system overheats?, That's really neat!", Fhimra was currently gushing.
Octavia nodded and smiled, just nodded and smiled.
It took a while to reach the end of the extremely large reactor core, entering a shopping mall that took advantage of all the crowds passing through to and from work in the reactor core, the mall perfectly positioned to get the maximum number of customers constantly passing through. The mall had multiple levels with open air shafts lined with railings and with escalators going up and down between floors, it was absolutely crowded with people in the uniforms of people who worked in the reactor core in some capacity, many of these people stopping at shops to buy things.
Fhimra consulted an information display terminal, touching buttons to bring up a map of the mall, typing words and finding the sporting goods store on the map.
The pair went down a crowded escalator and then walked to a bustling sporting goods store, that sold mostly extremely cheap mass produced items like balls for the needs of the working class crew, with netball and basketball and volleyball and table tennis being especially popular sports, (because they were cheap and space efficient). Lots of reactor workers played inexpensive social sports outside of work, and the store was crowded with young adults buying cheap mass produced balls and similar things.
Octavia and Fhimra immediately found the netball section, which was crowded with other women, and they found two extremely cheap netball balls first, before then looking at the shoes on offer, seeing all sorts of sneakers and tennis shoes and the like, some of them gruesomely expensive.
A male staff member rushed to them immediately, demanding to know if they could afford the most expensive shoes before letting them touch them, and Octavia and Fhimra carefully retrieved their gold coins, showing them to the male staff member.
The man immediately dropped all his hostility and greedily helped them try on the most overpriced shoes in the store, using a foot measuring device to help the many toed Fhimra figure out what would actually fit her oddly shaped feet.
The pair happily tried on many pairs of netball shoes, deciding on highly expensive shoes newly imported from the 109 Moons of Vem Omicron, the brand of netball sneakers having the fancy French name "le travail des enfants", which sounded so fancy.
Octavia and Fhimra paid a mere gold coin each for their shoes and balls, having the items bagged for them free of charge, and they happily left the store.
Octavia and especially Fhimra would have loved to go clothes shopping in the mall with their remaining gold coins, but Owner Wendy would never allow this without her permission, so they instead headed back into the reactor core, going all the way to the netball court beside Stellarator number 91, (most Stellarators had a space beside them big enough for a netball court, the ceiling of the space hung with all sorts of reactor pipes and cables but the floor flat and level and painted to demarcate a court, with netball net rings set up on poles at both ends).
Fhimra and Octavia changed into their new shoes and got out their new balls and got started practicing together, giggling and laughing as they tried to score nets with appalling accuracy.
They were extremely early, and could see the huge Stellarator 91 through a steel mesh wall beside the netball court, the bizarrely shaped twisted complicated ring structure vast in size and bristled with pipes and cables, with technicians crawling all over it fiddling with pipes and wires and other things with special tools, performing extremely minor maintenance on the huge complex thing.
Some of the female technicians waved, being members of the netball team, and Octavia and Fhimra waved back. (Some male technicians wolf whistled and catcalled at the huge breasted pair but were ignored).
The workers seemed to work in overlapping shifts, with some arriving and others leaving periodically but with the reactor always staffed by many people at any given time. The reactor was unpleasantly warm but the room had powerful air conditioning to counteract the brutal heat, the workers all wearing thick gloves and uniforms and shoes to avoid scalding their skin on the hot metal surfaces they worked on. Without the blasting air conditioning this room would be literally like an oven, such was the heat.
The shift of the team eventually ended and they all went into a work changing room/bathroom, coming out again in netball uniforms and holding carry bags full of their work clothes, entering the netball court through a door.
The team happily greeted Octavia and Fhimra, then noticed their shoes.
"How the hell can you afford that French stuff?!", the pair were asked.
"We had some savings.", Fhimra said quickly.
"What the hell do you do for work to afford to save THAT much?!", A woman asked in shock.
"My last paid job was working in porn.", Octavia said stupidly as Fhimra tried to stop her in embarrassment.
"Ah of course!, THAT is why you have such big tits!", a teammate exclaimed in a tone of understanding.
"I don't want to talk about what I do, it's embarrassing. Can we please just play netball, this is my escape.", Fhimra said desperately.
"How many guys did you fuck today?", a teammate asked with morbid curiosity.
"One man, one hermaphrodite and, well more than six women, seven?, Eight?", Octavia fumbled.
"Fifteen women including each other, but I don't want to talk about it.", Fhimra corrected.
"Wow, you porn models fucked 17 different people today in a porn movie?", one of the teammates asked in sick fascination.
"Please mind your own business, I don't ask you about your work.", Fhimra said very defensively.
Octavia sensed that Fhimra was upset and cuddled her sweetly, reassuring her that everything was okay.
"We are not judging you for what you do, please don't feel embarrassed. We have just never had porn stars in our netball team before.", the team captain reassured kindly.
"I just want to be a normal person, not anyone special. I play netball to feel normal, as an escape from the… Other, side of my life.", Fhimra begged hopefully.
"We can talk more after practice, if you are willing to talk that is. I would love to hear more.", The team captain soothed.
"After practice, *if* I feel comfortable.", Fhimra allowed.
The team then started netball practice without another word.
Fhimra was blushing scarlet for some reason…
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