Chapter 43H
The planet Autoclave was in every respect a death world, as well as a daemon world ruled by the blood god Khorne, but only a death world in the equatorial and surrounding regions. On and around the poles the planet was like a paradise garden world of gorgeous shallow seas and misty rainforests on small sandy islands surrounded by perfect beaches.
Autoclave was a hellishly hot planet outside the Arctic and Antarctic circles, so close to its orange dwarf star that it was barely even habitable at all and only at the poles. The planet had no tectonic activity at all apart from a single huge volcano on the equator, (caused by a mantle plume not by plate tectonics), and the lack of tectonic activity had thrust up no new mountains in billions of years, causing everything to erode more or less perfectly flat, nothing but sand and silt remaining of once jagged mountain peaks.
The planet had no moon and no tides, it also had no axial tilt and no seasons, and the days were very fast with quick rotation, so that it was never night time long enough to really cool anything down. The planet also had extremely shallow oceans that covered literally everything they could under a few meters of water over the extremely flat surface of sand and silt.
But the planet was hot, lethally hot, so hot that the ocean boiled off before it ever reached the permanently dry equator, generating immense amounts of steam that gave the planet its name of Autoclave, it was a death world of the hot variety, it would literally steam boil any human who went anywhere near the equator, completely deadly.
The sea constantly rushed in from the poles to replace these boiling away waters, eternally trying to reach level water height over the extremely flat surface, the new water being boiled away as fast as the old water, leaving behind huge reefs of salt deposits in bizarre shapes throughout the edges of the boiling zones.
But all of this steam had to go somewhere, and (warp altered) thermodynamics made it want to go somewhere cool and turn back into water, which is what it did, huge amounts of water vapour migrated through the upper atmosphere towards the cooler poles, (ignoring conservation of angular momentum and the fact that water vapour is a potent greenhouse gas because this was a somewhat magical daemon world), venting heat to outer space and turning back into liquid water in the form of torrential rain that drenched the slightly cooler latitudes and refilled the oceans, completing a hydrological cycle that endlessly repeated between pole and equator.
The roasting steam autoclave-like air of the dry equator was no issue for the daemons of Khorne themselves, and the entire equator was dotted with huge stone fortresses where bloodletters of Khorne dwelled, each fortress ruled by a mighty herald of Khorne or even a daemon prince of Khorne or a bloodthirster greater daemon of Khorne. Leading all of them from a mighty city sized castle on the top and sides of the single massive volcano itself was the exalted bloodthirster known as "The SlaveMaster", who steward ruled the entire planet and its oppressed human inhabitants.
Up and down at the poles were found women, large numbers of them, but none of them worshipping Khorne. These women were slaves.
Certain Khorne worshippers lived by the motto "What is best in life?, To crush your enemies, to see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentation of their women.", In particular some Khorne worshippers focused on the last line, physically taking alive the widows and daughters of their most hated foes and enslaving them to dishonour these most dishonourable foes. These women were then raped by their captors and forced to produce children for them, the children taken away at an early age to make the women cry, the children raised to worship Khorne inside the crews of Khorne worshipping pirate ships as new crew to replace their constant battle losses.
A particularly vicious fleet of pirates known as the "Blood Sharks" were the ones responsible for all of this, and they were the ones who recruited 100 percent of the children of these women, also fathering 100 percent of these children. The Blood Sharks pirates were vicious Khorne worshipping men and women little better than rabid beasts, they operated a vast fleet of "escort carriers", little more than civilian merchant ships that had been crudely retrofitted into makeshift space aircraft carriers, with huge holes cut in the sides and plugged with welded metal launch bays and huge airlocks.
Every time they captured a new merchant vessel it was kept and turned into yet another escort carrier, the fleet massive by now after over a thousand years of piracy. If the crew of the stricken ships were honourable then all on board were killed cleanly, their women's heads cut off with honour to add to the skull throne of Khorne. But if the crew were dishonourable in some way, ESPECIALLY if they worshipped Slaanesh, then their women and daughters were taken alive for breeding to dishonour the dead men.
The Blood Sharks operated with swarming tactics after first ambushing merchant ships in and around the Maelstrom, sending waves of Swift-death fighters and Doom-fire bombers to shoot out the engines and defensive turrets, followed by endless waves of Shark assault boats filled with rabid vicious pirates to board and take the ship. These boarding tactics inevitably cost heavy casualties for the pirates as the doomed crews fought for their lives with massive naval shotguns, and they needed a never ending supply of fresh manpower to replace these losses.
The Khorne worshipping pirates had equal numbers of female pirates as male pirates, and some of these female pirates DID get pregnant and create more pirates, but they were all fellow Khorne worshippers so were not dishonoured by being forced by their male comrades to have more children than they wanted to have, they just didn't have enough babies to counter the constant battle attrition. No, the pirates needed millions of women who did nothing else but breed as many babies as possible, babies they could take as soon as they were old enough to survive leaving their mothers as post-toddlers, raised to worship Khorne as child soldiers trained to kill.
The polar regions of Autoclave were populated with millions of captured enslaved beautiful young women, kept on the countless tiny rainforest covered sandy islands that dotted the extremely shallow sea in vast archipelagos. These women never aged no matter how old they got, kept young by the warp energies of the planet, all kept beautiful and fertile for the pleasure and reproduction of the pirates.
The islands were artificially created by dredging up the sand from the extremely shallow and uniformly level sea floor, and protected from erosion by imported tropical plants, especially coconut trees and palm trees but also a wide variety of rainforest species, making the islands lush tropical paradises.
Autoclave was a planet where the sea literally boiled off constantly near the equator, and as a result the humidity was so high that water vapour actually made up a few percent of the atmosphere. In the equator this high water vapour level was sustainable because of the extreme heat, but down near the cooler poles this water precipitated out with almost explosive power, raining literally constantly and extremely heavily at certain latitudes.
The biggest rainfall happened just a little bit south and north of the equatorial boil off zone, literally the instant that the air temperature dipped below 100 degrees Celsius the air would drop apocalyptic amounts of water, in a pair of ring shaped latitude bands that were known locally as "the Deluge", a place where lethally hot rain pounded down in apocalyptic volumes, many many meters of rain falling every single 24 hour period.
But beyond the Deluge where most of the rain was dropped apocalyptically, the atmosphere still had as much humidity as it could hold at a given temperature, so that it continued to rain all the way towards the polar regions, but the rain steadily more gentle and interspersed with periodic clear skies and sunshine, with the areas surrounding the poles themselves being absolutely beautiful in weather and climate, balmy and humid but still dry enough on occasion for the beaches to have dry sands and the weather to be pleasant for swimming and surfing and other such activities.
In this tropical paradise of tiny islands were found the women, living in tourism towns among the trees. The women existed for the pleasure of the men and they were brutally controlled and subdued by bloodletters holding brass and iron whips, forcing the women to submit and to work in assigned roles for the pleasure of their captors.
On every island were luxury resort hotels and little tourist towns, the women forced to run and maintain these places, waiting on the men who came to rape them, offering every service and luxury to the pirates. The pirates came to stay periodically, not just the male pirates but also the female pirates too, the female pirates just staying in the hotels being waited upon by the terrified slave women and being the angriest biggest Karens alive. The men pirates helped themselves sexually to the slave women, brutally raping them with great anger to dishonour the memory of their dead husbands and fathers.
The slave women were stoic in their brutal subjugation, many of them being hundreds of years old now and used to their long oppression. They mostly worshipped Slaanesh, but some worshipped Tzeentch and some were even Imperial women who worshipped the Emperor of Man if they worshipped anything at all. While the pirates stayed in comfortable accommodations the slave women mostly slept in hammocks outside in the forests, sheltered from the worst of the rain by the dripping canopy of foliage above.
The women were frequently pregnant and all had babies and toddlers that were kept out of sight of the pirates, kept together in the forest under the watch of the heavily pregnant as the women who were not pregnant or less pregnant went to "work". The bloodletters with the metal whips watched them constantly, taking away their children the day they were old enough and flogging any who resisted, always watching and controlling.
The slave women wore only bikinis and were fed the least appetising food taken from the cargo holds of ships the pirates captured, leaving the abundant fruit and fish and other local food exclusively for the use of the pirates, so that they lived in paradise between battles, (at least those who survived the battles did).
The planet was located conveniently close to one of the Blood Sharks' favourite hunting grounds, the busy trade route just to the galactic west of the 109 Moons of Vem Omicron, one of the busiest merchant shipping routes in the Maelstrom. The 109 Moons of Vem Omicron were approximately half Agri Worlds covered in airtight Agri-Dome greenhouses that grew huge amounts of food, approximately 50 small Agri Worlds with the food production output of Agri Worlds, producing food on a vast scale for the rest of the Maelstrom.
Even before the petrochemical war the 109 Moons of Vem Omicron had been perpetually busy with incoming and outgoing trade ships, the planet and its moons producing so much food for the Maelstrom that many daemon worlds further west got over half their food supplies from the system. The petrochemical war had only increased the shipping numbers as Vem Omicron was a net exporter of hydrocarbon fuels and always had been. The Blood Sharks had had a very, VERY good time attacking the merchant ships along this route for years, much to the dismay of the daemon worlds in the region that depended upon this trade to survive.
The Blood Sharks didn't care, the ships were weak and deserved to die, only the strong got to survive in the service of the Blood God, they had no pity for the weak. The 109 Moons of Vem Omicron viciously defended their own star system from the pirates with their Firestorm Frigates and swarms of defence monitors, but they didn't protect the trade route further out and the warp routes forced the ships to sometimes drop out of the warp at predictable places to take their bearings, allowing them to be ambushed by the Blood Shark escort carriers.
Right at the moment the Blood Sharks were sitting in orbit with a small fraction of their fleet, currently with a whole 20 captured Vagabond class Merchant Trader ships sitting in orbit being looted of cargo and gradually converted into additional escort carriers. Down on the surface the bloodletters in the service of the SlaveMaster oppressed the slave women and forced them to let themselves be raped by the pirates, the pirates mostly enjoying themselves impregnating the women with yet another generation of pirates.
Then, without warning, a huge war fleet arrived in far orbit of Autoclave!
The pirates in orbit reacted instantly, sending out huge waves of space aircraft, bombers attacking the engines of ships as Shark assault boats delivered rabid mobs of blood mad pirates and child soldiers into the enemy ships, and all hell broke loose.
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Gunfire was deafening throughout the Nightmare Asylum as millions of stripy skinned Tzeentch worshipping Stōørølø soldiers fired off literally hundreds of millions of rounds of ammunition, returned by millions of shotgun blasts and other small arms fire from the berserk Khorne worshipping pirates. It was an absolute blood bath with heavy casualties on both sides.
Nurgle worshipping mercenaries from both the orbit of Stōørølø and from Mianasajep shrugged off impressive amounts of gunfire as they fired decomposing lasguns at the pirates, the Mianasajep primitives having been given rudimentary training with these weapons, their gunfire doing limited damage but their resilience to injuries making them very effective at stopping the pirates for extended periods, letting other forces ambush and flank the pirates bogged down in combat against the difficult to kill Nurgle worshipping mercenaries.
In the most important battles Night Lords joined the fighting, mowing down pirates with their bolters and hacking off heads in close combat, with daemons of both Tzeentch and Slaanesh summoned in large numbers to act as counter attack shock troops once the pirates lost their momentum.
Anti personnel mines and other traps had been set up hidden throughout the ship in all the places that were predicted to see enemy assaults, with many Shark assault boats breaching through the hull with melta charges and opening their assault doors directly into decks filled with mines and traps, pirates pouring out to set off shrapnel mines that shredded them to bits. In other places corridors had been completely blocked up with razor wire, with hidden flame drop traps in the ceiling of the corridors before the razor wire that would steadily drop burning fuel starting at the back and creeping forward, forcing pirates to crawl through the razor wire to escape the flames, cruelly cutting them to pieces in agony.
The Nightmare Asylum currently had no working plasma engines, the pirate bombers and fighters having shot them out with weapons designed to disable the magnetic fields of plasma engines, electromagnetic pulse weapons being especially good at frying the electromagnet plasma containment coils, so that the plasma was unconfined to touch the walls of the engine and melt them to a runny liquid. But this lack of engines was not a pressing problem because they were already in a stable high orbit of the planet Autoclave, they would just have to fix the engines after the battle.
The pirates were a nuisance but they couldn't actually destroy the Nightmare Asylum from the outside, the escort carriers themselves had virtually no weapons and the bombers and fighters were armed to disable ships not destroy them, wanting enemy vessels intact to take as prizes. The only danger was from the boarding parties.
The Sevenson fleet was firing like crazy at the bombers and fighters with their anti aircraft defensive turrets, Gatling barrelled auto cannons spraying out thousands of rounds per minute to shoot down these space borne aircraft. Radar guided laser cannons fired with unerring accuracy at every aircraft but the aircraft had brilliantly mirrored chrome plated surfaces with ablative further layers that reflected light, bouncing away the brunt of the laser beams harmlessly. Guided missiles were more effective, but the aircraft had defensive Gatling cannons on rear turrets to shoot these down. All in all the space "air" battle was extremely exciting with weapons and counter weapons trying to outmanoeuvre each other.
The Nightmare Asylum had launch bays with space borne aircraft of its own, but these were all currently sealed shut behind multiple armoured doors and glowing plasma windows and void shields, holding these back until the huge swarms of pirate aircraft were softened up as much as possible with defensive turrets first. For now the Nightmare Asylum just weathered the storm, letting the enemy remain on the attack and taking the additional casualties that attackers suffered.
For over an hour the pirate escort carriers emptied themselves of pirates in endless boarding assaults, with pirates down on the planet flying to orbit in huge numbers to add to the numbers, the Shark assault boats seemingly never ending as every ship in the fleet was swarmed with rabid pirates in endless waves. The decks and corridors of the various ships were piled high with dead bodies, mines and traps overwhelmed by raw numbers, the floors literally flowing with blood in places.
The various soldiers of the Sevenson fleet fought hard from defensive positions, making use of many flamers to burn tightly packed pirates alive and to drive back assaults. The air stank of blood and gore and burning corpses.
Just when it seemed that the fleet would be overwhelmed a fleet of 100 Firestorm Frigates from the Vem Omicron Empire arrived without any warning, right behind the pirate escort carriers, opening fire with their lance batteries and blowing these ships up, rendering the enemy aircraft cut off without any aircraft carriers to resupply at.
The pirate attacks very suddenly faltered without their escort carriers, with no more waves of fresh pirates and with the fighters and bombers scrambling to return to airfields on the planet. The Firestorm Frigates then fired down on the airfields with their laser lance cannons, obliterating the aircraft as they frantically tried to resupply.
The ships of the Sevenson fleet still had armies of pirates onboard them spreading mayhem, but these were cut off now, and the French soldiers onboard the Firestorm Frigates were quickly boarding these vessels to help with the fighting, reinforcing the beleaguered defenders and overwhelming the pirates.
The Sevenson forces stalked through the surviving pirates, killing the men but taking the women alive, to give these Khorne worshippers an ironic taste of their own medicine.
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"By Slaanesh it STINKS!", Octavia exclaimed, holding her nose with one hand as her other hand pushed a trolley full of suitcases.
Fhimra simply nodded disgustedly.
The decks and corridors of the ship were piled high with dead bodies, with some motorised shovels being used to simply clear a path with the bodies being piled up against the walls of the walkways for want of somewhere to put them. The bodies smelled really REALLY bad.
The ship had so many shot up bodies piled everywhere that it was ridiculous, so many millions of bodies that it was impossible to get rid of them quickly, and every hour the smell got worse. The smell was getting so bad that it was time to leave for a while to get some fresh air.
Everyone in the ship who could afford to were moving down to the planet for a while as the entire fleet was cleaned of bodies, from what Owner Wendy said every ship in the entire fleet was the same, all full of smelly bodies and not at all nice to live in.
They could have just stayed in the palace with the doors sealed and the air flow diverted to stop the smell, but that would have still been unpleasant for everyone who needed to leave for work or shopping, and the planet was said to be really nice.
Octavia and Fhimra slowly pushed luggage towards a waiting shuttle, not just their own suitcases but also the suitcases of Owner Wendy and Mistress Lash and Fetter and Chaquille, the two tickle slaves being used as mules as always to transport heavy luggage. The two tickle slaves were mostly just used as tickle slaves, but an unspoken part of their duty was to be given menial odd jobs like this. The apprentices of Mistress Lash were also coming, currently walking over to the group, and Ship-Mistress Victoria had promised to visit the planet later by her own means, the Ship-Mistress currently commanding her Firestorm Frigate "Viper's Venom" from its bridge, her ship guarding the Sevenson Fleet as it performed repairs.
Owner Wendy and Mistress Lash were dressed gorgeously in stylish summer clothes like a pair of tourists, whereas Octavia was dressed in a sexy string bikini and sandals, while Fhimra wore only the lacy white lingerie bra and panties that were the only (matching) outfit that currently fitted her as well as a pair of sandals. Chaquille wore only a leopard print jock strap swimming trunk and flip flops on his feet, and Fetter was wearing sandals and a bikini, (which was bold for a woman with a physically 100 year old body). The entire group was off to stay in a beach paradise resort for a while until the ship wasn't completely disgusting again.
"Thank Slaanesh that the palace is ok this time!, Thank the Dark Prince that those bombers didn't rock the ship much this time, we can just go away with no mess waiting for us back home.", Owner Wendy said happily.
"Thanks again for shouting us a shuttle ride and accomodations Wendy.", One of the apprentices of Mistress Lash said happily as soon as she joined the group, putting her suitcase on Octavia's already overloaded luggage trolley without even asking.
The other apprentices echoed this, also offloading their luggage on the poor tickle slaves without even asking.
"My submissive girlfriend is happy to pay for my beloved dear apprentices.", Mistress Lash said dominantly.
"Yes Mistress Lash, I am happy to pay any expense for your wonderful pupils.", Owner Wendy warmly agreed submissively, not looking like she minded at all bringing these six dominatrices who daily helped Mistress Lash dominate Owner Wendy exquisitely.
"Babe where ARE you?", Mistress Agony the apprentice was currently complaining into a mobile vox phone, apparently speaking to her fiancé Samual Sevenson.
"The shuttle won't wait for you, you are going to miss the flight babe.", Mistress Agony urged into the vox.
Octavia struggled to push her overloaded luggage trolley through the body strewn walkways towards the shuttle terminal, with Fhimra also struggling. The others lazily followed the two overworked tickle slaves, no one even offering to help them!
Octavia didn't complain, she had been commanded to do this by Owner Wendy and Octavia submissively obeyed her Owner like a good slave should, but it still wasn't fun.
The two tickle slaves got the luggage all the way to the terminal place where you handed over the luggage, and they very happily put the luggage on a conveyor belt thingy, the luggage getting stickers put on it by staff as Owner Wendy talked to a woman behind a counter sorting out boarding passes and things.
"Babe if you don't get here in the next few minutes we will have to board without you… What do you MEAN that you are still packing your suitcase!", Mistress Agony was talking into the vox in agitation.
"He might just have to take the next shuttle.", Mistress Lash softly told Mistress Agony.
"You might have to take the next shuttle Babe.", Mistress Agony said into the vox.
The vox call ended and the group happily moved towards the boarding gate, walking down a pressurised docking tube and into a civilian shuttle full of passengers. Owner Wendy and Mistress Lash and the six apprentices were all respectfully ushered by stewardesses into the luxurious first class section, whilst the four slaves were all unceremoniously ushered into the scum class section with the rest of the lowly people.
Octavia and Fhimra squeezed into horribly cramped seats that were literally underneath another row of seats, (the upper row reached by climbing a ladder), and the two tickle slaves had to literally clamber over four other passengers in the confined space, the passengers all men and not minding at all having the huge breasted beautiful women climbing over their laps.
The seats in scum class were absolutely miserable, designed mostly with slaves in mind, cramped, claustrophobic, without any monitors or windows or even a tray table for meals. It was also very dark, the seats were hard plastic rather than padded, the chairs didn't recline and it smelled of every fart from the male passengers!
Octavia and Fhimra held their noses as the man next to Fhimra apologised, saying that he had an upset stomach with bad gas and looking mortified with embarrassment to be gassing such sexy women.
Fetter and Chaquille were seated elsewhere, with Fetter getting an aisle seat because she was disabled with extreme age. Octavia couldn't even see them from the limited vantage point of the claustrophobic space her seat was in.
The shuttle filled up fast with people, and the stewardesses announced for everyone to put on seatbelts, followed by a safety announcement over the announcement system explaining that in the event of an emergency the passengers should pray to their respective gods because the shuttle would probably explode, explaining that any errors in reentry would burn up the shuttle and that any crash landing would absolutely destroy them. It was not exactly encouraging.
"Under your seat you will find life jackets, in the event that all four engines fail this shuttle will go down like a fucking dart, but with these life jackets in 15 thousand years when future archaeologists find the crash site they will think there was a river here.", the stewardess happily announced over the system.
"What do you mean say it again seriously?, We all know that this safety announcement is complete horse shit, the chance of surviving a shuttle crash is less than one percent, why lie?", the stewardess said over the announcement system, apparently talking to a coworker without turning off the microphone…
A different stewardess then gave the entire safety announcement again, this time more optimistic about their survival chances, but it wasn't as good as the first one honestly.
Shortly after this there was a brief delay as the shuttle prepared to leave, and the pilot announced over the announcement system that they were about to disembark in a zombie like voice, introducing herself as shuttle pilot Rat Abernathy…
"Aw shit!, We are going to end up landing sideways!", the voice of Owner Wendy shouted from somewhere in first class.
"This is going to be rough, Rat Abernathy is the worst pilot in the entire world.", Octavia warned Fhimra with a gulp.
"You know the pilot?", Fhimra asked fearfully.
"She is a family friend and former slave of the household, she got married and was granted freedom from slavery by marriage to a free person, she then studied to become a pilot, a very, VERY, bad pilot.", Octavia explained with a gulp.
The shuttle disembarked before she could say anything more and the passengers all groaned as the ceiling suddenly became the floor when the direction of gravity reversed!
Octavia hung from her seat belt with her huge tits hanging down over her face!
"Whoops, sorry passengers, I pulled the gravity lever the wrong way.", the voice of Rat croaked over the announcement system.
The direction of gravity then became sideways!
"She is the worst pilot in the entire galaxy!", Octavia repeated unhappily.
"This gravity system is confusing, let's just set it back to upside down as I consult the manual.", Rat said over the announcement system!
The passengers were in an uproar as they hung upside down in their seats from their seat belts, many sliding out of their seat belts to fall to the ceiling. The journey was hellishly unpleasant.
The shuttle then suddenly entered the atmosphere with a loud roar and decelerated so hard that the floor became the floor again, with those on the ceiling falling back down to the floor painfully.
The deceleration slowed and the ceiling became the floor again, so that those not in seat belts fell to the ceiling again!
The shuttle then came in to land with the gravity upside down inside the cabin, which was a truly horrifying experience, the shuttle also weaving wildly on the runway, before then coming to a halt very abruptly.
"Ladies and gentlemen this is the pilot, we seem to have overshot the runway a little bit and ended up in a lagoon. The lagoon is shallow and we will be towed out briefly. In the meantime I have been informed that the onboard toilets are all upside down and leaking a bit, please refrain from using the toilets.", Rat cheerfully announced in a zombie voice.
"The worst pilot in the entire world.", Octavia said unhappily as she hung upside down in her seat.
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After being first towed out of a lagoon and having the gravity turned the right way, the unhappy passengers were finally let out and reunited with their luggage.
Octavia and Fhimra pushed all the luggage on trolleys through a magnificent air conditioned airport, heading towards a local woman in a bikini holding a sign next to a minibus just outside some glass doors.
It was currently nighttime outside and the only light was artificial light from the airport lights, but Owner Wendy was already wearing extremely dark sunglasses just in case, the pale skinned Night Lord's daughter being extremely sensitive in the eyes to bright sunlight.
Owner Wendy waved to the local woman holding the sign, explaining that she was Wendy Sevenson, and the group went outside into extremely humid warm air, finding that it was currently raining heavily outside but still comfortably warm despite the hard rain.
The minibus was under cover on a tar sealed road, and the local bikini woman loaded all of the luggage into the back, opening the minibus door and telling everyone to enter in a strange accent.
Octavia and Fhimra sat together in two seats on the left side of the middle of the minibus, the others all entering and sitting in seats. The local woman then got into the driver's seat and the minibus disembarked out into the hard rain, headlights illuminating the dark road through the thundering raindrops.
Octavia looked out the windows but couldn't see much at all, just electric lights twinkling out of the rain here and there, showing forests of tree trunks around the occasional buildings.
The trip was surprisingly short, the minibus then pulling into a sheltered resort entrance under the cover of a raised thatch roof above the road, the minibus parking under this cover, with electric lights everywhere showing a beautiful bamboo and thatch resort foyer populated by huge numbers of beautiful local staff women in colourful bikinis, who all bowed respectfully to the guests.
The local bikini women carried all of the luggage and Owner Wendy went to a counter to check into the resort, paying money and getting given room keys and being told to follow a group of staff members.
Octavia and Fhimra happily held hands as they were led through a beautiful resort made of bamboo over concrete floors, with thatched roofs and glass windows and soundproof doors, with air conditioning and modern plumbing and other luxuries. The dim lights showed off the interior beautifully, with rain crashing against the windows but with Octavia and Fhimra kept nice and dry inside the air conditioned resort.
The resort staff showed the various women their rooms, with Octavia and Fhimra sharing a room with Owner Wendy and Mistress Lash, the room having a single massive bed big enough for four people quite comfortably. The luggage was delivered and Owner Wendy tipped the staff members.
Octavia and Fhimra eagerly explored the room, and Octavia found a minibar fridge full of delicious looking snack food, but Owner Wendy painfully smacked her bottom when she tried to eat them!
Octavia pouted and rubbed her spanked bottom, and explored the rest of the room, finding a bathroom with a shower and a large spa bath and a toilet and sink and mirror. She also found a sliding glass door leading to a rain soaked balcony with chairs and a table. Inside she found a television, a telephone, chairs, a small desk, an iron and ironing board, lamps, curtains, air conditioning controls, a safe for valuables and a pair of bedside tables, the draws of which contained some sort of religious book called "Gideon's" for some reason.
Octavia entertained herself with the television as Owner Wendy and Mistress Lash unpacked their luggage into a small wardrobe, Octavia quickly finding a children's cartoon called "Blood Bears" that taught very small children the importance of beheading enemies for the Blood God Khorne.
Octavia giggled happily as the Blood Bears beheaded cartoon Ultramarines with goofy sound effects, the cartoon being targeted at individuals with Octavia's cognitive ability, and Octavia giggled and cheered for the Blood Bears like a small child.
Owner Wendy snorted at what Octavia was watching but didn't stop her, Fhimra looked strangely disturbed by the cartoon for some reason.
"This is a cartoon for CHILDREN right?!", Fhimra exclaimed as the Blood Bears drank the blood of their enemies from the necks of severed heads.
Octavia giggled and clapped childishly, enamoured by the colourful cartoon like a child.
Owner Wendy opened up the suitcases of her two tickle slaves without even asking, pulling out all sorts of bondage supplies that she had packed for them, putting these items neatly in the wardrobe.
Owner Wendy got out a pair of straight jackets that left the breasts and abdomen bare, holding them up for Octavia and Fhimra to see.
"These are your pyjamas tonight. I want the pair of you to pee, brush your teeth, then I want you both to strip naked and get in these straight jackets for bed.", Owner Wendy said sternly.
"Yes Owner Wendy.", Octavia and Fhimra answered without question and went into the bathroom, peeing and brushing their teeth, drinking water and then stripping naked.
Octavia and Fhimra were soon bound in straight jackets with their vaginas bare and their bare breasts pouring out of the straight jacket above their trapped arms, the pair sitting on the bed watching cartoons as Owner Wendy and Mistress Lash continued to organise the room with the belongings.
Octavia was perfectly happy in a straight jacket, knowing that she would be tickled in it soon, and she just happily watched episodes of Blood Bears, giggling as the brightly coloured bears had childish adventures killing people in the name of Khorne.
Octavia was just enjoying yet another episode when she was suddenly being tickled by Owner Wendy, making Octavia squeal with laughter.
Fhimra also squealed with laughter as Mistress Lash tickled her, the two tickle slaves doing what they did best. It was extremely fun.
Octavia was just settling down to sleep in her straight jacket when it became light outside, and Owner Wendy crankily closed the heavy curtains to keep out the light.
"Ignore the light outside, it's still nighttime. This planet rotates so fast that a day night cycle only lasts a few hours. The sun will set and rise again and set again before we wake up, the clocks will determine the time not the light.", Owner Wendy informed the tickle slaves.
Octavia nodded sleepily, hoping that she got the hang of this soon.
She was then soon asleep under the covers in her straight jacket, blissfully content in her wonderful life as a tickle slave.
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