Chapter 48H
Where Fhimra was was deep in the jungle with Lash and the apprentices and a lot of other bikini clad Fleet women, all of them climbed half way up huge trees where the flesh hounds and juggernauts couldn't get them.
Another pirate was attempting to climb the tree containing Fhimra and Mistress Blade and Mistress Thorn, and the three women fearfully climbed higher and waved sticks around defensively below them to keep the man at bay!
"Don't make me shoot you bitches!, Come down here right NOW!", the pirate bellowed, pulling out a pistol.
Fhimra was very intelligent, and she immediately removed her bikini top and jiggled her massive bare J cup breasts at him invitingly.
"You want these?, Then prove your worth as a man of Khorne and capture me alive the hard way without using firearms and earn it. Only a Slaanesh worshipper would cheat with a weapon.", Fhimra said in her most provocative voice.
"I will make you eat those words as well as my dick!", the pirate roared and put away his pistol, climbing with renewed effort.
As soon as he got close enough Fhimra speared him in the eyeball lightning fast with the splintered end of a long stick she carried, and the pirate reflexively let go of the tree to protect his face, immediately falling down, his back bending sickeningly over thick branches further down as he bounced from branch to branch all the way down, completely breaking his back and his neck by the time he hit the ground, left quadriplegic if not completely dead.
"I guess you were not worthy enough in Khorne's eyes.", Fhimra called down to the broken man.
Other pirates saw this and angrily tried their luck climbing the tree to get at the topless stripy skinned J cup they desired, also not using ranged weapons to foolishly prove themselves worthy. It was not a smart thing to do when Fhimra had the high ground advantage and an improvised spear…
Pirates with speared faces fell down the tree in droves as bloodletters on juggernauts shook their heads in annoyance, but the daemons did nothing to dissuade them, for Khorne cared not from whence the blood flowed and they grudgingly honoured the notion of these men "earning" the right to take the insanely sexy Fhimra.
Fhimra's face was the same extremely cute young striped face it had been previously, but her breasts were so huge now that she was at least a 9 out of 10 on the sexiness scale, just pure erection fodder with her jiggling J cups. The multi ethnic stripes only made her topless body look even more exotic and striking, making people want to get a closer look even without the potent sex appeal.
Fhimra was easily the most desirable woman in the trees around her and she was in the most danger of being raped more than anyone else, so you better believe that she was willing to kill to keep herself out of the pirates captivity. She had no desire whatsoever to be gang raped by men for 16 hours straight.
Women in other trees also held sticks as spears, fighting off climbing pirates, and some pirates were succeeding in capturing women, binding their wrists behind their backs and ankles hogtied to their wrists so they couldn't move, with thick rope gags in their mouths so they couldn't bite, their long hair tied to ropes tightly tied to their ankles so they couldn't even head butt, then carrying these defenceless women down to the ground to enthusiastically rape!
Fhimra redoubled her efforts to avoid this fate, viciously fighting off pirates with her inch thick crude stick spear, driving jagged splinters into pirate faces with lightning fast jabs, desperately pulling the spear back when they tried to grab it.
Mistress Blade and Mistress Thorn guarded the other sides of the tree trunk so that pirates couldn't get around behind Fhimra to attack her from above or from the sides, the three women keeping the pirates below them for maximum force multiplication.
The light was fading fast, the sun setting yet again, and pirates on the ground used bright flashlights to shine right in Fhimra's face to dazzle her!
Fhimra desperately shielded her eyes with the hand of one arm wrapped around a branch, squatting on another branch with her bare feet, holding her spear at the ready in her other hand to jab down. In all the dazzled confusion she lost hold of her bikini top, the huge J cup sized bikini top fluttering down to the ground to be triumphantly kept by pirates as a trophy!
Fhimra was now permanently topless and her huge breasts were hurting her back, but she couldn't exactly do anything about it and she just endured the pain as lights dazzled her eyes.
Fighting off the pirates was harder than ever in the dark with about ten super bright flashlights pointed directly at her face from the ground at different angles, she struggled to glimpse the climbing pirates just enough to aim spear jabs, missing as often as she hit and almost getting her spear grabbed!
Fhimra couldn't see a fucking thing with this damn light in her eyes!
Everything was painful light in her eyes and blackness everywhere else, her eyes incapable of adjusting to the dark with so much light in her eyes!
She was basically blind, only aware of the climbing pirates by sound and by the vibrations in the tree!
Fhimra jabbed blindly below at the sounds and vibrations when they got close, her spear hitting empty air or branches again and again before jabbing pirates by raw luck, followed by the thuds and vibrations of heavy bodies tumbling down the tree!
Fhimra was scared but she was so thankful to be a tickle slave who was daily tickled in bondage for endless hours, her stamina was superb from all her endless tickle torture, she wasn't even slightly exhausted, just relentlessly jabbing at climbing pirates tirelessly.
Mistress Blade and Mistress Thorn were not tickle slaves however, and they were getting physically exhausted by the sounds they made, and the climbing pirates seemed to focus on them!
Fhimra was suddenly ignored, and she frantically climbed around the tree to assist the exhausted Dominatrices, immediately getting dazzled as the flashlights on the ground followed her face!
"We have to climb higher Mistresses!, The light in our eyes will be shaded by the foliage near the top of the tree.", Fhimra urged.
The Dommes agreed and Fhimra helped the exhausted women climb, easily fitter than both of them put together and currently the most physically dominant woman for a change.
The three women climbed higher and higher, looking up so that the light wasn't in their eyes, feeling for branches as their eyes very slowly accustomed to the darkness.
The pirates were climbing fast and Fhimra was forced to fight them back as the two Mistresses climbed, the whole event a desperate affair.
They got so high up that the remaining branches were too thin to support their weight, surrounded by canopy foliage and rather startled looking highly colourful monkey like animals of tiny size, the monkeys most likely jumping micro monkeys native to one of the jungle planets in the nearby Norma Arm of the galaxy that the pirates had obviously imported here, presumably because they were very pleasant animals to look at while relaxing on a beach fucking women in bikinis, and also because they were good at spreading fruit tree seeds in their poo and good at pollinating flowers, animals that kept tropical jungles thriving and nice.
The monkeys scattered to other trees with soft pleasant sounding distress calls, and the women were left without the distraction of monkeys. The foliage up here was so thick that the flashlights struggled to dazzle their eyes, and the three regained their night sight, spears at the ready.
The climbing pirates now climbed with flashlights of their own however, gleefully shining them in the women's faces so that the foliage didn't help!, It just wasn't fair!
The women jabbed like crazy at the lights but the pirates deliberately used the lights as bait held away from their bodies, and they grabbed the jabbing spears!
Fhimra screamed as her spear was grabbed and pulled down so hard by the pirate that it was pulled out of her hands!
Fhimra had no weapon now and the other two women were quickly disarmed too!
The women tried to climb higher but the branches sagged under their weight and Fhimra felt her ankle being grabbed!
Fhimra frantically kicked and scratched and bit in a panic, but she was beaten stunned and wrestled by powerful arms, dragged down the tree a bit and then wrestled defenceless and bound with ropes!
Fhimra screamed for help, terrified of being raped, but she was hogtied and gagged and bound by the hair so she couldn't even move, her breasts roughly fondled!
Fhimra was carried all the way down, sobbing in fear, and the pirate holding her put her on the ground and pulled down his pants to expose his penis!
Fhimra screamed into her gag and shook her head, but he untied her string bikini bottom and climbed on top of her, groping her huge breasts and poking her vulva with his penis!
Fhimra wailed as she was penetrated, her vagina dry and the penetration extremely painful, the lesbian feeling only revulsion and repellence for this bearded large smelly hairy man!
Fhimra sobbed hard as she was painfully raped, and Mistress Blade and Mistress Thorn were also raped, though they didn't cry from it.
The pirate was merciless as he penetrated Fhimra, playing with her huge breasts the entire time, and she just couldn't stop crying.
The pirate came inside her after a long and painful rape, and then another pirate raped her!
Fhimra felt numb and violated as she was raped again and again by more men than she could count, her tears stopping and her cries going silent as there was no point, Fhimra just taking her rape numbly.
The pirates were gradually pulling more women from the trees, adding more and more victims to the gang rape.
The pirates had taken heavy casualties however, the women viciously defending themselves with spears, and bodies piled the ground at the base of the trees.
The sun rose again, and Fhimra had her legs freed so she could walk, her neck tied to a rope that tied other women's necks, the women bound together in a marching line.
Fhimra and the other women marched forward as flesh hounds herded them and pirates pulled on their neck rope, marched out of the forest all the way to the airport, loaded into an aircraft standing crammed together like cattle, the aircraft then flying away to some unknown destination.
***…
Octavia hugged Fhimra desperately in the aircraft factory as soon as she saw her, kissing her gagged mouth frantically in tears of relief.
Fhimra was completely naked and looked like she had been raped and beaten, scratched and bruised all over, with her hands tied behind her back and her neck tied to other women, with a thick rope gag in her mouth, the women all being marched inside the factory to "help build aircraft to defeat their own men as an insult", the Khorne men and daemons wanting to use Fleet women in particular as factory slaves for symbolic reasons.
Octavia was ignored by the pirates as they untied the neck rope of Fhimra and removed her gag, leaving her hands tied behind her back, and Octavia continued to kiss Fhimra frantically in reunion until the lesbian kissing made the pirates horny enough to gang rape both of them for a while.
Fhimra shivered at the end of the rape, Octavia completely fine and having enjoyed it, and Octavia sweetly tickled Fhimra's tummy to take her mind off it, making her howl with laughter until a bloodletter on foot angrily stopped Octavia.
Fhimra was immediately taken and put in an oxbow harness in front of a cart on train tracks, her wrists still tied behind her back, and she was commanded to pull the heavy cart full of mineral rocks forward with her legs.
The other new women with their hands tied behind their backs were also used as mules to pull carts without untying their hands, and Octavia stupidly asked a bloodletter why they were bound when Octavia hadn't been.
"They are bound because they fought back and killed men in honourable combat. We honour them with bondage to proclaim to all that they are too dangerous to be unbound!, You on the other hand didn't fight, gentle harmless whore that you are, you need no bonds because you are too weak to need them!", the bloodletter informed Octavia insultingly.
Octavia nodded stupidly.
"Why aren't you working right now slave?", the bloodletter angrily added.
"I had rape duties but the pirates stopped, now I'm waiting to be told what to do next master.", Octavia explained submissively.
"Sweep up that loose ore next to that furnace and put it in the loading hopper with a shovel whore!", the bloodletter snapped, pointing at a broom and shovel and a lot of loose ore on the floor.
Octavia cheerfully obeyed, and happily busied herself sweeping up every rock she could find and putting them in the hopper, also sweeping up sand and dirt and different kinds of ore stupidly, putting it all into the hopper until the floor was completely clean.
Octavia then noticed that the huge garage doorway had a lot of sand walked or blown inside, and she cheerfully swept up huge amounts of sand and put it in the hopper as well.
The hopper then emptied onto a conveyor belt that dropped the ore in a furnace, with a worrying amount of sand and other impurities mixed in with the ore now.
Octavia found yet more loose rocks and sand to put in the now empty ore hopper, as dumb as the rocks she was sweeping up, and she had a lovely time cleaning up the entire factory and putting everything in the hopper for over an hour.
"What the hell happened to this alloy!", an angry female Squat voice shouted angrily, and Octavia curiously went to investigate, putting away her broom and shovel first.
Octavia went over to see a conveyor belt full of suspiciously "glassy" looking metal aircraft parts, all of them brittle and shattered after coming out of an automated metal press…
Octavia genuinely had no idea why this had happened as another Squat woman cursed looking inside the ore hopper partially filled with beach sand.
Octavia shrugged and went to find Fhimra, finding her still pulling a heavy cart in the nude with her hands tied behind her back.
Octavia happily walked up beside Fhimra and tickled her ribs as she pulled the cart, making her squeal with laughter but not stop pulling, though it did slow her down and distract her.
Octavia just kept happily tickling her as the Squats were all distracted, Fhimra giggling and laughing happily, enjoying this tickle as much as Octavia enjoyed giving it.
Fhimra took her cart to its destination, pausing as the cart was tipped sideways into an ore hopper, and then kept pulling the empty cart, Octavia tickling her the entire time.
The badly tickled Fhimra pulled her cart all the way outside, getting ore loaded into her cart by a mechanical shovel, then she struggled to pull the cart in a loop back to the hopper, laughing hard the entire time from Octavia, everyone else distracted right now.
"It was HER!", a bloodletter suddenly roared, pulling Octavia by the hair to the ore hopper with the dirt and sand in it, and Octavia was forced to explain herself.
The angry exasperation that followed this explanation was painful for Octavia and included a lot of shouting, but she wasn't killed by the resulting punishments, her skin lined with whip marks but her body not permanently injured.
Octavia was (wisely) given rape duties instead, and was just fucked by pirates for hours to try to get her pregnant.
Some amount of time later the women were allowed to eat and sleep, with Fhimra's wrists locked above her head to a wall in a single hinged metal wrist binder as she sat on the floor, a padlock holding the hinged metal thing against her wrists so she couldn't use her arms in the sleep period.
Pirates hand fed and hand watered Fhimra, washing her naked body roughly with soap and a hose, shampooing her hair and even shaving her armpits to keep her looking nice. The pirates then made Fhimra suck their dicks, making her spit the sperm into their hands so they could finger it into her pussy to try to get her pregnant.
As soon as the pirates left, Octavia gleefully tickled Fhimra's armpits in this position, making her cackle and laugh.
Octavia then noticed Mistress Lash was also locked to a wall in the nude, her armpits completely defenceless…
"Don't you dare!", Mistress Lash fearfully protested as Octavia gleefully walked over, so defenceless for the first time ever.
Octavia naturally ignored this protest and enthusiastically explored Mistress Lash's gorgeous slender Asian body, starting with the armpits.
Mistress Lash squealed with heavy laughter, tugging frantically to escape, and Octavia gleefully kept tickling her like a sadistic maniac.
"I order you to stop submissive!", Mistress Lash squealed ticklishly.
Octavia paused indecisively, desiring to tickle but still submissive to Mistress Lash.
Octavia then resumed tickling her, squeezing her stomach now and making Mistress Lash laugh in a hard frenzy of cackling.
Octavia had a great time tickling the naked Dominatrix geisha, poking sides and stroking ribs and armpits, squeezing knees and tummy, tickling toes and soles, exploring her entire body with tickling fingers.
The bloodletters did nothing to stop this, letting the slave women dishonour each other like this as a sign of contempt, and Mistress Lash was tickled severely for a long time.
Octavia then found the apprentices likewise defenceless and naked, all of them fearfully shaking their heads, and Octavia had a lovely time tickling them instead of sleeping, returning often to Mistress Lash and Fhimra to tickle them all. It was the best fun.
"You are in SO much trouble for this!", Mistress Lash giggled fearfully as Octavia softly tickled her nipples.
"I welcome punishment Mistress Lash.", Octavia said sweetly, kissing her lips.
Mistress Lash returned the kiss briefly but then squealed with laughter as Octavia stroked her armpits, Octavia grinning playfully.
It was great fun to FINALLY get a chance to tickle this woman who tickled Octavia SO much usually. Octavia had never gotten this opportunity before and she didn't waste it, making Mistress Lash wet herself with heavy laughter, the woman surprisingly ticklish.
"It's my turn Octavia!", Fhimra eventually demanded, rescuing Mistress Lash for a while, and Fhimra howled with laughter as Octavia gleefully dug into her armpits mercilessly.
Candy should be here as well, but the massive slut had instead gone into the pirate quarters to sleep with the pirates, no doubt drowning in cocks right now. Octavia was disappointed, as Candy loved tickling games and would be a great help right now.
Octavia tickled Fhimra to hysterics for a while, then returned to Mistress Lash who was frantically shaking her head, making the geisha squeal with laughter from energetic squeezing to various extremely ticklish places.
Octavia didn't neglect the apprentices, having particular fun with the legendarily ticklish armpits of Mistress Agony, making her wet herself heavily and howl with laughter.
"You ALL tickle *me* ALL the time!, It's only fair that I get my revenge.", Octavia told the seven dominatrices playfully when they got really angry.
"Safe word for pity's sake!", Mistress Agony pleaded with tickled armpits.
"You don't HAVE a safe word remember.", Octavia teased mischievously, having SO much fun right now.
"I want a safe word!", the other six Dommes begged.
"I don't have a safe word when YOU tickle ME, so why should YOU get one when I am getting my fun revenge?", Octavia teased poking out her tongue, the usually kind and gentle tickle fetishist REALLY sadistic in these very specific tickling situations.
"You should be focusing on your poor fiancée Fhimra, she will get jealous!", Mistress Agony squealed with laughter.
"I'm actually fine not being tickled right now.", Fhimra playfully replied cheekily.
Octavia just kept attacking Mistress Agony's armpits for a while, before returning to tickle Mistress Lash to hysterics.
"I know you are having fun but the rest of us are trying to sleep.", one of the other slave women said from a weaved reed floor mat she was laying on nearby.
Other women also added complaints of their own, saying that she had had her fun but it was late now.
Octavia very reluctantly agreed, and the overly tickled Dommes all sighed in relief.
"I will just have to tickle you more tomorrow night.", Octavia promised the Dommes, making them groan in despair.
Octavia went to Fhimra bound to the wall and kissed her lips erotically for a while. Fhimra breathed heavily and spread her legs, and Octavia made love to her with her fingers, kissing her as she climaxed hard multiple times.
"Thank you for these hours of fun, I needed this to help me forget getting raped today.", Fhimra whispered tenderly, kissing Octavia.
"Are you ok?", Octavia asked belatedly, remembering she hadn't even asked yet.
"I'm not, but I'm better than I was. The normality of being tickled by you, the fun of seeing you tickling the Dommes, it took my mind off it and cheered me up a lot.", Fhimra whispered.
"I'm sorry to stop so soon, but other people were complaining.", Octavia apologised fondly, kissing her again.
"I would have enjoyed a few more hours of tickling games, but I am still happy with the amount I got. I love it when you tickle me.", Fhimra said tenderly, kissing Octavia.
"I know that I am going to be raped by men every day until we get rescued. I'm dreading it and I'm terrified, but with you here I feel better than I would be without you. Hopefully we will get rescued before we get raped again.", Fhimra whispered gravely but hopefully.
"I hope not, I want to keep tickling the Dommes for days at least.", Octavia said naughtily, making Fhimra chuckle.
Octavia kissed Fhimra again and then lay down on the floor on a mat, using Fhimra's thigh as a pillow for her head, and peacefully fell asleep.
***…
"When the hell are we getting rescued?!", Lash exclaimed as she cackled with laughter.
No one answered as fingers continued to probe Lash's ticklish armpits.
Octavia was grinning with surprising sadism as she energetically tickled Lash without mercy, the stupidly gorgeous tickle slave currently naked and sexy as hell as she tickled the equally naked Lash with her wrists high above her head shackled to a wall. Lash was very wet over the gorgeous naked Octavia, but completely tormented by the heavy tickling!
It had been yet another Terran day without rescue and yet again Lash was shackled to a wall at the mercy of Octavia!
"Coo-chi coo-chi coo.", Octavia teased playfully, digging in her thumbs into Lash's armpits!
Lash went completely berserk trying to escape, hellishly tickled and NEEDING it to stop!
Lash bucked and pulled and thrashed and squirmed but her wrists were trapped and she couldn't make it stop.
Lash tried again to use her legs to defend herself but Octavia was currently sitting on her legs so Lash couldn't move them!
Begging didn't help, threats didn't help, words didn't help. Octavia's particular fetishes made her an EXTREMELY sadistic tickling sadist, she had to be either getting tickled very hard herself or tickling someone else very hard just to satisfy her chronic tickling addiction, she was a complete tickling junkie that you did NOT want to be in bondage around!
Other stranger women were also sitting shackled to walls with their armpits exposed, all looking at Octavia fearfully, but Octavia ignored them as she had no relationship with them. Octavia was a surprisingly faithful tickler, viewing tickling people as an act just as intimate as romantic kissing, she might tickle a bound stranger if no other victim was available, but she would always focus on existing sexual partners if she could.
Lash and her six apprentices were unfortunately daily sexual partners of Octavia, making them all fair game to her stupid mind. The woman was so rules based (and stupid) that she had almost no common sense at all, she understood a simple rule that the sexual partners in bondage got tickled and the partners out of bondage did the tickling, as these were the rules that existed in the tickling dungeon that Octavia lived her life in.
Inside a private tickling dungeon these simple rules were very appropriate, the subs in bondage got tickled by those Dommes and subs out of bondage. But outside of a kinky sex dungeon these "rules" were completely inappropriate, but Octavia was too stupid and too inflexibly "lawful" to realise that she shouldn't follow the rules of the dungeon when they were all being kidnapped and raped!
Lash was horrified as the fingers played over her body, her skin so jumpy and sensitive to the slightest touch, so ticklish and so reflexive to touch, every slight touch shooting through her torso like a ticklish electric shock!
Lash desperately looked down watching the fingers tickle her body, very VERY slightly less ticklish when she could see what the fingers were doing.
Octavia playfully wagged a finger at Lash mischievously and blindfolded Lash with Octavia's rather fragrant bikini bottoms!
Lash couldn't even see now and she laughed and flinched even harder as the fingers surprised her with unexpected tickles to different places, making Lash howl with laughter!
"Sex please.", Lash said hopefully, wet over Octavia despite how horrible this was.
Octavia played with Lash's boobs for a moment, turning her on, before suddenly tickling her armpits again!
"Don't be mean!", Lash shrieked with laughter.
"But I'm mean.", Octavia replied cutely in her slutty voice, devoid of mercy.
The tickling was then suddenly interrupted and Lash had a pirate penis in her mouth, Octavia also making sex noises. The pirates had apparently been watching and had been turned on by the girl on girl tickling game.
Lash obediently sucked, getting a mouthful of cum eventually and spitting it so it could be put in her pussy to inseminate her.
Octavia was then back on Lash in a frenzy of mischievous tickling, making Lash squeal with laughter and struggle desperately to escape.
Lash personally couldn't understand how Octavia and Fhimra could enjoy this sensation of being tickled, it was hideous and unendurable, Lash just wanted to jump out of her ticklish skin to make it stop!
Octavia stroked up and down Lash's sides making her twist her body wildly to try to escape as she cackled with laughter, just insanely ticklish!
Octavia just went on and on, poking and probing, stroking and squeezing, her hands going everywhere!
"You are in SO much trouble when I get my revenge on you!", Lash warned in hard laughter.
"How often do I get to do this.", Octavia replied simply, not stopping.
Lash was just tickled on the armpits and sides and tummy without rest or mercy, Octavia implacable!, She couldn't even see through the bikini bottom blindfold!
Lash gasped with laughter as her poor armpits were attacked, then howled with laughter as her upper abs were squeezed hideously!, Octavia loved to dig in her thumbs to make it worse, her painted thumbnails deliberately cut short to tickle people like this!
Lash laughed desperately as thumbs dug into the sides of her lower tummy, the thumbs digging in hard to really tickle the muscles, making Lash cry tickled laughing tears and thrash desperately, tickled so hard that it was terrifying!
The tickle maniac just didn't stop, giggling sadistically as she made her Mistress suffer as ticklishly as possible!
Lash was so tired but she couldn't shake Octavia off. Her empathic sense could feel the howling insatiable tickle sadomasochism of Octavia, a hunger for tickling so bottomless that she could NEVER be satiated completely no matter how much she tickled people!
Octavia was feeling orgasmic pleasure as she fed her fetish with Lash's laughter, she was so lost in her sadism that she didn't even comprehend that Lash was REALLY suffering rather than just faking it like Fhimra!
"Fhimra PLEASE!", Lash begged to the one person who could help her.
"Just a little bit longer, it's fun to watch YOU getting tickled for a change Ma'am.", Fhimra replied playfully!
Lash squirmed in her bondage and laughed so hard as her soft naked body was probed and stroked, forced to endure hellish tickling that was unable to be endured!
"Ok, I would love a turn now Octavia my love.", Fhimra finally called.
Octavia didn't cooperate!
Octavia kept tickling Lash!
Fhimra begged and pined for attention, saying that she was jealous to coax the stupid Octavia. Octavia reluctantly agreed after some more tickling of Lash, taking off her blindfold and going over to the nervously giggling Fhimra.
Lash gasped for breath as she was finally left alone, the air filling with the heavy ticklish laughter of Fhimra now, Lash never wanting to be tickled again in her entire life but knowing that this wasn't even the last time she would be tickled this sleep period.
Lash was no sub and no masochist, she was insanely ticklish and could enjoy the occasional one second poke by a lover, but she CERTAINLY didn't like being tickled nonstop without mercy for long minutes when she was in bondage!
Lash was exhausted from the tickling and she felt angry with Octavia for tickling her like this, but her fear of Octavia's cruel tickling was even stronger than her anger, Lash just wanting sustained mercy.
Lash thought about what she would do to Octavia when this was all over, wondering if Octavia was even culpable enough to merit punishment. Octavia was EXTREMELY sadistic but simultaneously not at all malicious in intent, to Octavia's stupid wounded brain all of life was just an elaborate bondage game with clearly defined rules, rules that Octavia followed to the letter simply because they were the rules.
Octavia's entire identity was being a tickle slave, it was the lens she used to understand the world. Octavia had a brain injury that had a detrimental effect on her intelligence, and she hadn't exactly been a genius even before that. Her intellectually disabled brain couldn't handle a big confusing unpredictable universe without clearly defined rules and structure, just like someone with Down syndrome or another intellectual disability Octavia needed the entire universe to be simplified down for her to function at all.
While other people with acquired brain injuries tended to, (in the most compassionate societies), be put in special needs groups and programs with clearly defined rules and boundaries to make life easier to understand, Octavia had the rules of the dungeon as her own special needs program. Being a completely dominated tickle slave was about the most low IQ lifestyle imaginable, getting tickled constantly in bondage without a safe word, getting told what to do, having every choice made for you, your only job being to obey orders and follow clearly defined rules.
In Octavia's world everyone was either a Dominant, a submissive, a switch or someone who fitted into a nebulous category of "others" who existed outside the main dungeon roles. (Chaquille for example was an "other" as he was gay and never played with the women, while Fetter was a Dominant despite being a slave, because she routinely tortured Octavia in bondage). People who were "other" were safe from being tickled by Octavia, but all others in bondage beware, for Octavia was a tickle switch.
In more formal tickling dungeons the Dominants were never ever tickled, but Octavia was owned by the submissive Wendy who enjoyed switching roles, confusing the hell out of Octavia. In Octavia's simple mind all Dominants were secretly switches in reality, and all subs were secretly switches too, because Octavia was a switch and simply assumed everyone else was. Coy women like Fhimra who protested insincerely further confused the already confused Octavia, and the unofficially established lack of safe words in the dungeon made it even harder to explain tickling consent to Octavia.
Wendy was a sloppy Domme for Octavia who didn't train her properly, and Lash was fighting an uphill battle to train the tickle slave in Wendy's place, Octavia simply too stupid and inflexible to cope with changes to the dungeon rules she was already comfortable with.
Octavia in particular seemed to think that lack of safe words was a two way street, that if someone tickled her without a safe word then Octavia could do it back to them and this was fine. To Octavia's rule based thinking it made logical sense that no safe words was a two way street, because she clearly didn't understand the concept of consent. Octavia was a slave who didn't get to withhold consent, so she seemed to not understand that others were not slaves and had more rights than Octavia did…
Lash had to concede that that sounded terrible. Slavery really was a horrible thing when you looked at it, especially chattel sex slavery. It was cruel and it wasn't fair. Octavia was treated like a slave so she treated others the way she was treated, thinking that tickle slavery without a safe word was the most normal thing in the world that everyone should get to experience!
Lash sighed, poor stupid Octavia needed help not punishment. She was treated so abusively all the time, was it any wonder that she gave abuse back as though it was normal?
Lash decided that if they ever got rescued that she would give Octavia limits and a safe word, completely non negotiably. She would sit Octavia down and drum the notion of consent into her thick head and explain why her current behaviour was not simply a game but was in fact tickle rape.
Don't get Lash wrong, she was going to punish Octavia SEVERELY for this, but when she was done she was going to change Octavia's rule set to make her (hopefully) less of a complete tickle rapist.
Octavia then came back to tickle Lash yet again, and her hard tormented laughter echoed through the entire factory for a pitiably long time…
***…