Chapter 45H
The orbit of the planet Autoclave was highly busy with feverish repairs and construction, with millions of slaves in space suits mobilised to install orbiting anti aircraft batteries. The pirates they had faced so far were just a small fraction of the total Blood Shark fleet and the rest of the fleet would surely return sooner or later to find their women stolen from them.
The plasma engines of every ship in the fleet were now fully repaired after a complete replacement of every single component with spare parts they had in storage, and the defensive turrets and other destroyed parts were also replaced with spare components. The ships still had more redundant spare parts in storage just in case of further attacks and the Dark Mechanicum was already manufacturing more in the workshops of Helena Gonzales' light cruiser, (the replacement parts all EXTREMELY symmetrical whenever possible).
The Dark Mechanicum fleet in general was being very timid about being in the Autoclave system, with most of their fleet still in orbit of the Fate-Clock to help with repairing the gigantic planet sized machine, the repairs of which gave seemingly orgasmic pleasure to these machine obsessed cyborg autists. Getting these mechanical misanthropes to leave the fun task of repairing a giant clockwork toy and enter a potential war zone for more boring tasks was not easy.
At present only a single Dark Mechanicum vessel was present in the Autoclave system, the Adeptus Mechanicus Standard class Light Cruiser "Four Squared", the ship of Tech Priestess Helena Gonzales, and the extensive workshops of this machine infested vessel were working hard to produce a huge number of advanced components for the entire system, with a huge waiting list of different priority orders, the one vessel hopelessly inadequate to do everything needed as quickly as everyone wanted.
Astropathic messages and even messenger ships were being sent urgently to the Fate-Clock to request (or demand) that more Dark Mechanicum vessels travel to Autoclave to help, but these messages were being very politely and respectfully ignored, with promises to send some of their least liked apprentice tech priests to help out "eventually".
Needless to say this pissed a lot of people off, and the Sevenson fleet had to make do with what it had, buying a huge amount of especially urgent equipment from Vem Omicron instead (at gruesomely high prices). The orbit was chaotic activity as countless half built anti-pirate orbital defences competed with each other for available components and resources, just the usual dysfunction of the forces of chaos.
The ships in orbit didn't even bother to dispose of the bodies yet, instead turning them into cover walls and obstacles in case of further pirate attacks, piles of reeking corpses literally being used like makeshift sandbags around defensive positions. Scavengers and looters were very eagerly picking through the bodies for anything of value, stealing not just weapons and ammunition but also clothes and shoes and jewellery and even underwear, completely stripping the bodies naked for anything of value that could possibly be pawned.
Even more disturbingly, some Slaanesh worshippers were having sex with the bodies, so much so that almost every cadaver had semen pouring out of every hole. The lust these acts generated was so strong that Slaanesh daemons were spontaneously materialising around these necrophiliac orgies, the daemons immediately joining this orgy of industrial strength pure yuck.
Amid the piles of reeking cadavers Chaos Sorceress of Slaanesh Violet Smith stood completely naked, standing in the middle of an elaborately drawn chalk hexagram decorated with Slaanesh symbols, with an open book of sorcery sitting in a book reading stand in front of her.
Violet spread her arms wide as she read filthy words of power from the book in front of her, her highly psychic mind open to the warp, feeling power flow through her body and mind directly from the Slaanesh hells.
Violet could feel the residual soul energies of the dead clinging to every cadaver, looking like magenta mist to her psychic witch sight, and she called on the fell power of the terrible cruel Slaanesh hells, calling on lesser daemonettes of Slaanesh to come and feast on this residual energy.
Using Violet's mind as a bridge daemonettes from the vilest rape hells poured into the dead bodies around Violet, sustained by the residual soul stuff left behind in these corpses. Violet then spoke terrible words of binding, binding these lesser daemons to her will and trapping them inside the dead bodies.
The cadavers began to twitch, then they rose to their feet, the dead flesh possessed by daemons who gave locomotion and energy. Violet used her psychic powers to flood these bodies with Slaanesh energies from the Slaanesh hells to better sustain these daemons, fattening them up with energy and saturating the cadavers with Slaanesh power that absorbed into the meat to help sustain the daemons for a long time.
Before Violet now stood a small army of dead naked pirates, and lesser chaos worshippers hurried to clothe these undead in bright pink robes covered in Slaanesh symbols to show everyone that they were on the Sevenson side. These undead were given weapons, mostly the original weapons of the pirates themselves, (annoyingly having to be purchased from the pawnshops that had already acquired these weapons from looters), with naval shotguns being the most common weapons, (presumably because the pirates got most of their weapons from the defeated crews of merchant ships, who mostly used naval shotguns).
Violet stood for a moment and then staggered and vomited blood, the Slaaneshi necromancy she had used taking its toll!
Violet felt herself aging rapidly from the side effects of using necromancy, and she immediately injected herself with the maximum safe dose of rejuvenation drugs to counteract this effect, hurriedly casting a Slaaneshi beauty spell on herself to rejuvenate herself even more as the necromancy ravaged her body.
The drugs and beauty spell fought a brief tug of war with the necromancy, Violet's skin wrinkling and her bright blue feathers turning grey, and she lay on the floor in the fetal position as she puked up even more blood during this ordeal.
The necromancy side effects fought hard but the drugs and beauty spell won in the end, her feathers turning blue again and her skin and body becoming young and flawless once more.
"(Squawk) You can't keep… (squawk) pushing yourself… So hard… (squawk)", Violets younger half sister Hyacinth Sevenson squawked in a bird like voice.
Violet looked up to see her naked late teenage sister Hyacinth standing among the undead, her slightly misshapen mutant body painted all over with sorcerous Slaanesh symbols.
"I won't master my necromancy if I don't push myself a bit, plus the pain is delectable.", Violet told her sister, getting up in her hexagram and asking for slaves to bring her more bodies to turn into undead.
Hyacinth made a parrot noise of irritated concern, her speech impediments making it much easier for her to make bird noises than human speech.
Hyacinth was the daughter of TigerLily and Luke Sevenson, a half Persian half European girl with numerous bird mutations. Both her scalp hair and eyebrows and pubes and armpit hair wasn't hair at all but rather a rainbow coloured plumage of parrot feathers, (her pubes and armpits currently clean shaven with the huge shaved "trunks" of the feathers visible poking through the skin in large circular dots). She had no human feet but rather the feet of a parrot, and her body had a weird bird like hunch, her face also oddly shaped from mutation.
Most pitiable of all these mutations was currently visible between the legs of her naked body. It wasn't a vagina. It wasn't an anus. It was both, a bird opening called a cloaca that served as an all purpose hole for pissing shitting fucking and giving birth to huge baby sized eggs. This cloaca was the cause of endless urinary tract infections as shit got up into her internal piss hole, and penetrative sex with her was always gross with a lot of brown and white bird shit being churned up to a brown and white froth inside her confusing inner plumbing.
Hyacinth didn't even piss traditional urine, most of her urea being turned into the white uric acid of the white component of her bird shit, but she still pissed out excess fluid, which mixed with her bird shit to make an absolutely awful mess.
Hyacinth crossly covered her cloaca with her hands in embarrassment, having telepathically read Violet's mind to hear what she was thinking about. Violet apologised immediately.
The late teenage girl was shy and touchy however, and was sullen and quiet for a time after this.
Violet sighed and cast more necromancy on more bodies, puking blood again and needing more drugs and magic to rejuvenate herself, very slowly and painfully raising an army to help fight if the pirates attacked again.
Hyacinth stood in a hexagram of her own, also being a Slaaneshi necromancer, but she raised much more modest numbers of the dead to spare herself from harmful side effects, unlike the army Violet was raising.
For long hours the two sisters raised as many dead as they could control, having a few thousand in total between them. It wasn't much but it would help.
Other non-Sevenson psykers specialised in necromancy were also raising armies of undead, the Nightmare Asylum now had over a hundred thousand undead in total between the control of many different psykers. It would certainly help to have these in battle.
Violet was just walking home with Hyacinth through the public corridors when she noticed people throwing bodies into a mulching machine!
"What are you doing!", Violet asked indignantly at this unthinkable waste!
"Turning bodies into fertiliser to sell to Vem Omicron.", the people said simply.
"Use the useless bodies for that not the INTACT bodies!, Those intact bodies can be reanimated with necromancy, look.", Violet snapped, casting an extremely limited spell on a single body.
The body twitched and got up, but the people ran away in terror, making Violet sigh.
Violet directed this new zombie to load only the useless severed chunks of cadavers into the mulching machine and continued on home, entering her personal apartment to have a much needed shower.
Patrick was still at school but would be home soon, so Violet spent the time in front of a mirror vainly making herself look as sexy as possible in black dominatrix leathers with plunging cleavage, putting on heavy makeup. She had a man coming over tonight for a night of fun.
Violet inspected her personal dungeon rooms in her apartment, straightening whips and checking restraints. She set out the biggest strap on dildos she could find in a place where her gentleman caller would notice them, making sure that everything was perfect.
Patrick then arrived home, running straight into the dungeon, and Violet embarrassedly led him out of the room to a more child friendly part of the apartment.
For a while Violet just did mum stuff with her son, giving him attention and mothering him, feeding him and helping him with learning activities, making especial care to teach him to use his psychic powers safely with great seriousness.
Violet wanted to get Patrick in bed first but her date arrived early at the front door, and Violet answered the door to find a face full of flowers pressed into her arms in a bouquet so big that she fell over under the weight, squashed under a big pile of flowers!
Her date hurriedly rescued her, the flowers lifted away to see a pale skinned Sevenson Night Lord wearing a suit made out of skinned pirate faces, not wearing power armour as this was a romantic date.
"Thanks for the flowers Sherman.", Violet said slightly stunned as he helped her to her feet.
"You are welcome Mistress Violet.", Sherman Sevenson replied huskily, looking at her sexy body hungrily.
Patrick came to investigate and recognised Wendy's grandson Aspiring Champion Sherman Sevenson instantly, torn between happy to see him and unhappy to see him here to fuck his mum.
"You need to go to bed.", Violet told Patrick sternly.
Patrick, of course, wasn't immediately cooperative, and it took an exhausting effort to get him in bed for the night to give Violet some privacy.
Violet then led Sherman straight into the dungeon, smiling sadistically as his eyes widened at the massive dildos laid out.
Violet closed the soundproof dungeon door and picked up a huge whip, turning to her date.
Sherman grovelled before her on his hands and knees, stripping naked out of his face suit and looking up at her lustfully.
Violet smiled sadistically and cracked the whip with a soft praise of the name of Slaanesh, generating a moan of pleasure.
Violet was an "honorary" Sevenson woman, meaning that the Sevenson Night Lords were naturally submissive to her under the blood curse. Violet had had a very VERY active sex life ever since the blood curse, the submissive hunks unable to resist her dominant sadistic charms and beauty, Night Lords flocking to her to get whipped and beaten as they fucked her.
Violet was a massive slut so she enjoyed this, getting fucked by so many different Night Lords all the time, her dates telling their fellows how good she was in bed so that more and more came to date her.
Violet drew on her psychic powers and cast a glowing pink torture spell on the pain centres of Sherman's brain, calling on the pain energies of the most sadistic daemons in the Slaanesh hells to help her torture her date.
Sherman screamed in absolute agony, but he also ejaculated on the floor in orgasm from the pain, his penis spraying cum nonstop in an endless agony orgasm, his space marine physiology replenishing his sperm instantly so that he could just keep cumming.
Violet crawled under her much larger crawling date, bathing in the spray of cum like a complete slut, rolling around so that her entire body was covered in cum, rubbing it into her skin and feathers, extending her tongue to taste it and swallow it.
Violet cast more spells as she wallowed in cum like a slut, stripping naked out of her dominatrix outfit to cover every inch of her skin in cum.
Violet moaned as she crawled backwards under him, raising up her ass and pushing back so that his huge endlessly ejaculating cock went up her ass all the way, pumping endless cum into her guts until they couldn't take anymore.
Violet then got out from under him and dominantly ordered him to lay down on his stomach. Violet then squatted over his head and did a huge cum-shit all over his hair, with more than just cum coming out, the other thing smelly and brown.
Sherman moaned in pleasure from just how dirty this sex was, and Violet dominantly rolled him over on his back, her thickly semen covered body climbing on top of the psychically agonised man, dropping her pussy down to envelop his endlessly orgasming cock, filling herself up to the point of pain before changing holes to her ass again.
When Violet's ass was full she squatted over Sherman's face, emptying herself all over his screaming moaning face.
This extremely messy love making continued, with Sherman drinking a preprepared bucket of Violet's urine to replace his lost fluids and being fed back much of his own cum, also eating Violet's shit with a lot of moaning.
Violet got Sherman to do a huge shit between her bulging cum covered tits, then she made him eat it. She then put on a variety of strap on dildos and pegged his ass, casting more torture spells to keep him screaming in pleasure and agony and cumming everywhere.
The shit and semen covered pair praised Slaanesh loudly as they wallowed in this sexual degradation, Violet's cum flooded pussy orgasming so hard as the cum sprayed out past the sides of his cock for want of space.
The floor had so much cum puddling everywhere that it was embarrassing, and Violet and Sherman together licked the dungeon floor clean, swallowing sickening amounts of shit tinged floor cum, the pair rolling around in the stuff to be completely covered in it.
Violet massaged huge handfuls of cum into Sherman's massive muscular back, as he used a turkey baster to suck up cum and then put it up her ass to squirt more cum inside her. Violet then used the turkey baster to pump Sherman full of litres of his own cum, before then getting him to shit it out again all over her face and feather hair.
Sherman was getting quite dehydrated now so Violet dispelled his torture spell to let him stop cumming, and she directed him to an American style toilet in the dungeon, ordering him to drink the toilet bowl dry, refilling the toilet a few times and making him drink until he was completely bloated with water and no longer dehydrated.
Sherman was busting to pee now so Violet got him to pee in her mouth and all over her face as she silently worshipped Slaanesh.
Sherman then got mischievous and grabbed her and tickled her down in the cum, making her squeal with laughter for a moment before he stopped to fuck her pussy again. Violet slapped his body with a cum dripping hand, and scooped up more cum off the floor to rub into his chest as he lay on top of her fucking her pussy.
As soon as Sherman had absorbed enough water to not be dehydrated anymore Violet cast another torture spell to shower the dungeon in cum, binding him standing in bondage to an X frame this time and showering her body under his constant stream of cum, getting bird feather formulated shampoo and conditioner as well as general liquid body soap, literally washing her feather hair and having a shower in his cum, using a razor to shave her cum slicked legs and armpits, carefully grooming her small neat stylish strip of bright blue pubic hair.
The cum was so copious that it actually rinsed away the worst of the soap and shampoo, the dungeon floor absolutely filthy with cum. Violet then unstrapped Sherman and made him lap up the mess of soapy cum, using the turkey baster to put more cum up his ass.
Patrick then opened the dungeon door, wearing pyjamas and holding a teddy bear!
Patrick the child looked at the scene before him and dropped his teddy in shock, (the teddy bear falling down in the puddle of cum).
Violet hid her cum covered face in her cum covered hands and blushed crimson under all the cum, unsure how to even make eye contact with her mortified son right now.
"Hi kid.", the semen smeared Sherman greeted happily, waving to Patrick.
Patrick numbly waved back out of habit, his mouth hanging open in shock.
Patrick bent to retrieve his teddy bear but stopped when he realised that it was sitting in thick cum. Patrick then noticed that his bare bird feet were also standing in the cum and he started to cry!
Violet wanted to comfort him with a cuddle but she was completely covered in cum, her son crying his eyes out.
Sherman was still ejaculating hard and Violet hastily dispelled the torture spell to stop the spray, Patrick still crying.
Violet desperately tried to clean herself up with something, and used Sherman's skinned face suit to wipe off as much cum as she could, she wanted to cuddle her son but even wiped her skin was still in no condition to hug a child.
Violet went to Patrick anyway and took him straight to the shower, washing both of them clean and only then cuddling her crying child, feeling awful.
It was a long, awkward night after that.
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Octavia was confused but sympathetic as she tried to comfort Violet over a vox call, listening attentively and saying soothing words.
Octavia was currently wearing only a sleeping straight jacket that left her boobs and lower body exposed, sitting on the bed with the vox phone sitting beside her on the bed in loudspeaker mode, the vox placed there for Octavia by Mistress Lash.
Fhimra sat cross legged on the bed beside Octavia in a straight jacket of her own, the call having interrupted their nighttime tickle torture, and Owner Wendy was currently tied down to the bed in her sexy nightie, also having been tickled.
Mistress Lash alone wasn't in bondage, currently wearing extremely elegant Asian sleeping clothes and holding a large feather impatiently, annoyed by this interruption to her sadistic fun time but too polite to complain as Violet was obviously upset.
Octavia used her left thumb inside the sleeve of her straight jacket to toy with the simple silver band engagement ring on her finger, turning the ring around her finger slowly as she listened to Violet lamenting about "being a bad mother". Octavia loved the feel of the ring on her finger, reminding her that she and Fhimra would eventually get married.
Octavia patiently encouraged Violet as she toyed with the ring, telling Violet that she wasn't a bad mother and reassuring her that her son wouldn't be "mentally scarred for life".
The call was long and emotional, and by the time it was over both Mistress Lash and Owner Wendy had fallen asleep, Owner Wendy still in bondage with Mistress Lash snuggled asleep against her.
Octavia left the vox on the bed, Violet having already hung up and Octavia not having hands to use, and Octavia went to the toilet in her straight jacket to pee, unable to flush and just drip drying her pussy over the toilet.
Fhimra also peed and Octavia awkwardly went to bed in her straight jacket, using a foot to pull up a sheet and getting comfortable, soon joined by Fhimra.
The two tickle slaves in straight jackets lay facing each other with their huge bare breasts pressed together, kissing each other sleepily. Octavia would have liked more tickling tonight but she was still comfortable, tickled enough earlier today to satisfy her tickling addiction.
The curtains were pulled but it seemed to be sunny again outside, the day cycles of this planet very confusing. Octavia yawned mid-kiss with Fhimra and began to drift off to sleep, immediately having strange dreams about weird things like she often did, the dreams of a child.
Octavia was frequently a child in her dreams despite being an adult, her brain extremely child like in some ways. Octavia had about the emotional and cognitive maturity of a child in a lot of ways, a consequence of the brain injury inflicted when Wendy crippled her brain to convert her. She was highly sexual and could be a loving mother and romantic lover, but apart from that she largely behaved like a child, lacking self control and maturity, blind to complexities.
Octavia was a deeply rules based creature just like a child, doing things not because they were right or wrong but because they were the rules, the rules that a parent figure had set. Octavia the inner child currently had two "mothers", or mother type authority figures at least, namely Wendy and Lash, mothers who told the small child Octavia what she could eat, what she could wear and what she could do, mothers who forced her to eat yucky vegetables and who played tickling games with her.
Octavia the inner small child liked the tickling games that her two mothers played with her, she always had so much fun being tickled, she loved the laughter and the feeling of pleasure and happiness, she felt so safe when she was tickled by her two mothers, plus by her little sister Fhimra and by all the big kids called the apprentices. So many mothers and sisters tickled Octavia all the time, making her feel happy and wonderful.
But the mothers and other kids also kissed Octavia and touched her in many places, giving special types of tickles that felt strangely good. Octavia liked these special tickles that felt so good, she liked them a lot.
Octavia existed in a world of rules, a world where the whole point of life was to follow the rules. Octavia was a slave, which meant that she was basically like a child with especially strict parents who decided everything and told her what to do. Octavia strived to follow the rules and obey every command, but she was prone to be a naughty child sometimes, complaining and sometimes even not doing as she was told, (especially when told to eat all her vegetables at meals).
Octavia was a happy child in her weird dreams, being tickled by her two mummies and by her six big sisters, giggling and squealing and tickling her little sister Fhimra in turn.
Octavia in the dream was a child with a child's body, having no breasts and being smaller than the grown ups, and she was having a bubble bath with her stripy skinned little sister Fhimra, who also had the body of a child. The two girls were getting their hair washed dominantly by their two mothers, squirming and trying to play with floating yellow plastic toy ducks in the bath.
Mummy Wendy grabbed Octavia hard to hold her still, shampooing her long curly dark brown child's hair and rinsing it with a bucket, getting soap in her eyes and making her cry. Fhimra the child was also crying as Mummy Lash washed shampoo into her eyes. The two mummies were always mean and always hurting the two girls, but they still loved their mothers regardless the way that children do.
Their two mummies spanked their bottoms hard for crying, making them cry even more, but then they tickled them, making the two girls squeal with laughter and forget about their tears, loving being tickled like this.
Mummy Wendy then gave Octavia a special tickle on her pee pee hole, making her inner child gasp with pleasure in a way that would give a psychologist a field day. Mummy Wendy was always touching Octavia on the pee pee and poo poo, always putting her fingers or tongue or objects inside these places, and getting Octavia to touch Mummy Wendy the same way.
Mummy Wendy and Mummy Lash then disappeared from the dream and it was just Octavia and Fhimra alone in the bubble bath. Fhimra put handfuls of bubble froth on her hair like a vail, saying that she was getting married to Octavia as a game.
Octavia giggled and put bubbles in her own hair, and the pair of them put bubbles on their bodies to make play wedding dresses, which turned into real white dresses on their child bodies.
The pair were then running through trees in their wedding dresses, going to get married as a game, but they got lost, suddenly finding themselves in a netball court with other children, getting in trouble from Mummy Wendy for wearing bubbles to netball instead of netball uniforms.
The pair of them were tickled hard in punishment, now in a dungeon strapped to X frames, and the six big sisters joined in tickling them, the small child Octavia tugging desperately at the straps as she was tickled so hard!
Octavia then escaped and crawled into a cave, which was pink and damp. In the dream Octavia knew that this was Fhimra's pee pee hole.
Octavia crawled through the hole that got tighter and tighter until she was stuck, and then she felt someone tickle her bare feet as she was trapped in the hole, the hole tight around her legs so that she couldn't even kick her feet!
Octavia squealed with laughter in delight, feeling wonderful pleasure, but then the hole was just a blanket loosely wrapping her, and she escaped easily to find that the tickling had just been little sister Fhimra putting a wedding ring on her toes, saying that they were married now.
The pair were then simply playing with dolls in a doll house, the dolls getting married not them, and Octavia felt really disappointed.
Mummy Wendy then snatched the dolls and put one in each of their pee pee holes, telling the two girls that they had to cum and then eat yucky vegetables.
This disturbing swirl of Freudian imagery continued, with Octavia's innocent inner child being continuously sexually abused by Wendy, Octavia's dreams painting the picture of a long time victim of profound sexual abuse and trauma.
In some dreams Octavia's inner child was raped in brutal ways, she was made to put her small hands up poo poo holes and pull out poo, she then had this poo put up her own poo poo hole.
The inner child was profoundly disturbed and abused, but she always sought out tickling and the tickling always soothed the trauma and made everything happy again. Tickling was a trauma soother, no matter what happened the tickling would take away the pain.
Octavia the child was being gang raped now, but she was being tickled at the same time so it didn't bother her. She was being sawn in half but she was being tickled so it was fine. The dreams were terrifying nightmares of abuse, but people were tickling her during every terror scenario so she wasn't even afraid, just blissfully laughing and happy.
In tickling Octavia was invincible, nothing could hurt her when she was tickled, nothing could scare her, she was numbed to all distress and she just felt blissfully happy.
In her dreams was a loving figure who adored her, and who she adored, like that extremely loving uncle who kept giving you toys and sweets followed by special little tickles on the pee pee hole that you were told not to tell your parents about. This loving figure was named Slaanesh, and oh how much he loved Octavia's inner child, giving her all the tickles she desired when she agreed to sit her poo poo hole on his boy pee pee finger.
Octavia giggled happily as Slaanesh tickled her in her dream, loving him so much as she sat on his pee pee being tickled.
"Oh Octavia, my chosen one, so spoiled yet so unspoiled, so defiled yet so pure, a devil with a halo, so good and so evil, so cruel but so sweet, so guilty but so innocent. How could I not love you.", Slaanesh said fondly, licking the chest of her inner child.
"I love you tickle god.", Octavia replied with child like devotion and faith.
"Tickle god you say?, I suppose that that is indeed one of my aspects.", Slaanesh chuckled like a sexual predator, tickling the inner child to squealing laughter.
Octavia hugged Slaanesh as she sat on his pee pee, loving him utterly.
Octavia the adult was a chosen of Slaanesh, a favour rank just below an Aspiring Champion among the mortal servants of Slaanesh. As a chosen she enjoyed the favour and attention of her god, Slaanesh having personally chosen her as a mortal who he found entertaining.
Octavia's extreme daily antics of excess pleased Slaanesh greatly and her innocence deeply amused him. She was good at feeding worship energy to him and she was devoted to his cause, not seeking any personal gain but just genuinely loving Slaanesh without asking for anything in return. This kind of unconditional love for Slaanesh was rare in one so sweet natured, and Slaanesh found Octavia delightful to silently observe, enjoying her admirably extreme relationship with Fhimra like a soap opera, drawn by the depravity but staying for the drama.
Octavia could become a Slaanesh Champion had she the ambition, her god finding her deliciously entertaining, but Octavia had no ambition of any kind, no goals and no freedom to pursue goals. Slaves who wished to stay slaves forever were not Champion material, it took some amount of ambition.
Slaanesh was happy enough to keep Octavia exactly as she was, she was feeding him lust and excess, she was provoking lust in others, she was chosen but not called, so a chosen mere slave she would remain.
Octavia was blissfully happy in Slaanesh, fearing nothing anymore in his embrace. The worship of Slaanesh was like taking heroin, for those who were already doing ok in life heroin would completely destroy your life, but if your life was already completely destroyed and you were screaming in chronic agony then heroin would take away the pain and make you feel good again. For some broken people like Octavia the worship of Slaanesh was like morphine that took away all the pain, indeed it was even better because it not only numbed pain but turned pain into pleasure.
For many souls, falling to Slaanesh was a tragedy, but to Octavia it was a relief, some people were beyond saving and just needed a merciful shot of drugs in the arm to make them more comfortable. Octavia wanted to be tickled forever, Slaanesh wanted to tickle her forever, it was a rare mutual happily ever after in the grim dark galaxy where both Slaanesh and lost soul were equally happy. If you were masochistic enough then even the Slaanesh tickling hells were heaven.
Octavia twitched in her straight jacket in her sleep, giggling softly as Slaanesh tickled her in her dreams. She found her straight jacket very soothing, the act of hugging her own body was very comforting and calming, making her feel extremely comfortable in her sleep.
Octavia stirred from her sleep suddenly, hearing a lot of stressed voices.
"The pirates are back!", Owner Wendy said grimly.
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