Chapter 50H
The aftermath of the fighting was even messier than last time, with the ships of the fleet stuffed to the ceiling with so many messy corpses in such long and wide piles that live pirates kept being discovered trapped inside crawl holes throughout the body piles!
The ships absolutely stank to high hell and the bodies clogged so many corridors that people outside the ships couldn't physically return in many cases even if they wanted to, every airlock and loading bay and docking port so clogged with bodies that you couldn't physically get inside many of the ships!
The BEHEADINATOR now had complete aerospace superiority, and the automated systems onboard were mass producing enough anti aircraft satellites to completely protect the planet Autoclave from any more pirate attacks. The pirates periodically arrived with more escort carriers, but they were neutralised with particle beams before they could even launch an attack, with a few escort carriers allowed to flee back to the warp to warn their fellow pirates not to come here.
The war was comprehensively over both in space and on the ground, with endless automated Tau drones and battle suits wiping out the last Khorne daemons in the equatorial fortresses, with the boss blood thirster the SlaveMaster himself having been captured alive by a swarm of drones carrying daemonic chains of daemon binding, the SlaveMaster now being ironically enslaved and given to the former slave women of Autoclave as a plaything slave to get their revenge on.
Now was the time to celebrate victory, but first it was the time to clean up an appalling mess…
***…
Fhimra Pyrestrength the tickle slave felt violated from her ordeal but relieved to be rescued, as she walked through the jungle of the original island with her comrades to find Wendy and Fetter and Chaquille, guided by a floating Tau drone.
Fhimra was unbound and wearing a colourfully patterned new string bikini in her size salvaged from a ruined local clothes shop, as well as similarly "borrowed" new sandals on her bare feet, and she was very grateful to have boob support once again after days of painful back pain from being perpetually naked in the aircraft factory.
Mistress Lash and her apprentices had likewise clothed themselves with looted clothing from the ruined clothes shop, but Octavia herself was completely naked but for the ropes binding her arms securely behind her back and the rope gag in her mouth. Octavia wasn't even allowed to wear footwear to protect her feet from sharp sticks in the jungle, and she was being driven forward with cruel whips stolen from the dead pirates, Octavia moaning and yelping from every lash. Octavia was in very serious trouble with the Dommes after days of tickling them in their bondage…
Fhimra herself had enjoyed being tickled by Octavia, but Fhimra was a consensual tickle slave so of course she had enjoyed being tickled by Octavia. The Dommes on the other hand could apparently dish out merciless hours of tickling on helpless bound tickle slaves but not take it themselves, absolutely hating what they so gleefully gave to others and unable to take it.
The Dommes had taken their tickle torture by Octavia REALLY personally, holding a grudge, and they had scarcely stopped whipping and beating and spanking Octavia ever since, punishing her severely.
Octavia took her punishment humbly like the good submissive torture slave she was, not questioning the punishment and thanking the Dommes for disciplining her, masochistic enough to be pleasured by her brutal treatment.
Fhimra was as submissive to the Dommes as always but they weren't treating her harshly at all, giving her cuddles and kisses of reassurance when they touched her at all, knowing that Fhimra with her huge J cup breasts had been raped more than the rest of them put together, (not counting Octavia who had been raped even more but had enthusiastically consented to it).
The Dommes were extremely sweet and sympathetic towards Fhimra, having gained enormous respect for her ever since she tried to protect two of them up in the tree with her spear, and seeing her being raped along side them and gang raped in front of them as they watched. Fhimra was now treated not just as a submissive lesbian tickle slave but as a fellow survivor and a highly respected comrade, a sister, a friend, someone who had earned the right to stand with them as part of their group, an equal even if not for her submissive position of choice.
Fhimra wasn't just a dehumanised plaything to tickle and dominate with impunity, Fhimra was a WOMAN who had CHOSEN to be a tickle slave, a woman who CHOSE not to have a safe word, a woman who CHOSE to submit not because she was inherently inferior as a human being but simply because she enjoyed her highly tickled submissive position as a personal kink. But Fhimra hadn't chosen to be RAPED anymore than the rest of the Dommes had, she was a fellow victim of the same awful crime and the biggest victim of the group.
The Dommes were not addressing Fhimra as "slut" or "slave" when they spoke to her now, instead they called her by her name like an equal, a fellow survivor they had the most sincere respect for, part of their group and kindred.
Fhimra warmly welcomed their loving sympathy, offering them sympathy and respect and love of her own, but she wasn't overly talkative, affected by her days of gang rape. Fhimra felt very quiet and withdrawn, slightly numb inside. It might take some time before she got over this and she was grateful to have all of this love and support from an intimate group of loved ones and *friends* to help carry her through this.
Fhimra was surprised at the realisation that the seven Dommes were indeed her friends, they hung out together all the time, they had a very firm mutual interest, just with Fhimra playing a different role in the same shared game. They were inseparably close adult friends who behaved like adults, all sensible and mature in their own ways, silly on occasion but none of them speaking or acting like kids.
Octavia on the other hand was not included like Fhimra now was, not respected like Fhimra, not treated like any sort of equal or even like a fellow adult. Octavia consistently acted like a (kinky hyper sexualised) child, consistently immature, and even worse completely callous during their time of greatest distress. When they had all been enslaved and constantly raped, already at their lowest and most vulnerable point, Octavia had made it even worse for the Dommes, tickling them literally for hours when they were already suffering and afraid. It was as foolish as it was despicable, and Octavia had made bitter enemies of all the Dommes.
Fhimra was their friend, Octavia was the callous monster who had tortured them when they needed her help. Fhimra was loved, Octavia was hated. Fhimra was part of the inner circle now, Octavia would forever remain outside now. Fhimra was a respected woman and valued comrade, Octavia was an immature child and an utterly callous literal retard!, Fhimra was a pleasure, Octavia was a burden. Fhimra was in no trouble, Octavia was in a world of trouble.
It was increasingly apparent to Fhimra that Octavia was indeed intellectually disabled, mentally retarded almost. She wasn't just utterly and consistently stupid, but she also didn't seem to function on an adult level, she was the most childlike woman Fhimra had ever met, literally like a developmentally retarded person would be. Fhimra was now deeply suspicious that Octavia had indeed suffered some acquired brain injury just as Tzeentch had hinted, she just had too many symptoms of a very specific type of brain injury for it to be in doubt anymore.
Fhimra had not dared to ask Wendy about Octavia's obvious brain injury, out of a combination of intense submission and very rarely being able to be alone with Wendy without Octavia at any time when Fhimra wasn't being tickled. Wendy frequently had her tickle slave Fhimra all alone with her in a private dungeon room, but during these times Fhimra was usually far too busy laughing hysterically to ask such serious personal questions. Wendy almost certainly knew something, being Octavia's caretaker for the last twenty years, but she had not volunteered any information.
The apprentices in particular were beating Octavia viciously right now as they walked, flogging her savagely with their whips as she yelped and moaned with pain. Octavia didn't even look bothered by her brutal treatment, nor understand it as vicious revenge. To Octavia this was just another kinky BDSM game to give her pleasure and praise Slaanesh, everything was just a dungeon game to Octavia, she seemingly didn't understand the world through any other lens or something.
"I know she's been a bad girl, but please don't leave any lasting marks on my fiancée.", Fhimra respectfully requested.
"You are too good for this beastly little slut, you could do a lot better Fhimra.", Mistress Blade said seriously with respect.
Fhimra looked at Mistress Blade, noting a subtle hint of romantic interest, Mistress Blade looking at Fhimra in a subtly interested way!
Fhimra blushed and looked away with a shy grin, not expecting this sort of interest.
"I'm already taken, otherwise yes in a heartbeat.", Fhimra whispered to Mistress Blade making utterly sure that Octavia couldn't overhear her.
"If you ever change your mind about Octavia, you let me know.", Mistress Blade whispered back, kissing Fhimra on the lips erotically.
Fhimra dampened as she returned the kiss of the utterly gorgeous young Asian Dominatrix, not minding her attention at all but insisting that she would marry her love Octavia. Mistress Blade respectfully accepted Fhimra's decision with surprising tenderness.
"You killed men to protect my virtue, when I was exhausted and blind from the light in my eyes up that tree you were my hero, you risked your own rape to save me. I will never forget it.", Mistress Blade whispered in Fhimra's ear sincerely, making Fhimra blush.
"You are a quality sub and a good person, and a dear friend. I would be your girlfriend in a heartbeat if you ever become single again.", Mistress Blade whispered.
Fhimra blushed and nodded, feeling special and desirable, and Mistress Blade kissed her cheek fondly but didn't press her luck.
Octavia was still being whipped and beaten and abused, and Fhimra very humbly and respectfully attempted to rescue her with words to the Dommes. The Dommes had enough respect for Fhimra at this point that they actually stopped beating Octavia, the apprentices telling Octavia that she didn't deserve Fhimra in a way that was unkind.
"I know I don't deserve Fhimra Mistresses.", the bound Octavia said fondly and kissed Fhimra on the lips affectionately, making Fhimra dampen and feel wonderful pleasure, deeply aroused by Octavia and in love with her.
Fhimra put an arm around the bound Octavia's back, reaching down to hold her yummy bare ass affectionately, and Octavia happily encouraged this ass groping, offering her bare boobs to Fhimra as well, (which she enthusiastically cupped and fondled too).
The group continued through the jungle as Fhimra and the bound Octavia canoodled together affectionately, looking for the other members of the household.
The sky overhead was daytime but heavily clouded, looking like it might rain at any time from how dark the clouds were, with the low rumble of thunder high up in the clouds somewhere. It had been cloudy when they arrived at the airport today, but they had not thought it would rain heavily enough to bother finding umbrellas or raincoats, the air so hot and humid that only bikinis were comfortable to wear without slightly overheating in discomfort.
Fhimra looked up at the sky in concern. She wasn't worried about getting cold on a death world of the hot variety, not even here in one of the arctic circles, Autoclave never ever got cold according to the locals. More Fhimra was concerned about getting completely drenched with rain, which was unpleasant at any temperature.
The jungle canopy above was vibrant but not impenetrable, the dark cloudy sky was visible in places through gaps in the foliage, it wouldn't be a roof over their heads.
Sure enough as feared the patter of rain soon sounded in the canopy above, and fat rain drops fell down from the leaves, repeatedly landing on Fhimra's massive tits in lukewarm drops that were unpleasant on her skin.
The Dommes covered their faces and heads with their arms as they got dripped on, and the bound Octavia squealed adorably as she got drips on her colossal bare tits without being able to use her arms to protect herself.
The drone containing a copy of Jessica was unbothered by the rain on her painted armoured lightweight polymer shell, floating quietly by exotic means of levitation without reacting to the rain at all, but the rest of the group tried their best to stick to the slight shelter of trees as they followed the drone through the jungle.
The rain got heavier fast, soon becoming a raging thunderstorm that soaked the entire jungle under a hard torrential deluge!
Fhimra was completely soaked, the trees unable to keep her even slightly dry in a deluge of this magnitude, and the bound Octavia was unable to protect her head and her face was soaked with her wet hair plastered to her face and body!
The rain was so heavy that the ground became swampy with puddles at their feet, the rich brown jungle soil of silt and sand and compost becoming slippery mud underfoot, so that Octavia slipped over in the mud face first without arms to brace her fall!
Fhimra expected Octavia to slam her face against the ground but her tits were so huge that they cushioned her fall, with only her hair impacting the mud softly, the huge tits keeping the rest of her face safe!
Octavia tried to get up with only her legs, but she slipped in the mud again and rolled around the squelching puddles until she was filthy all over with mud, too stupid to figure out how to move in the mud without her arms to help her, (the huge unbalancing weight of her tits didn't help either).
"Mistresses she needs to be untied to stop her slipping over.", Fhimra respectfully requested.
Mistress Blade followed Fhimra's suggestion without question, giving Fhimra a brief kiss that made her blush before completely untying Octavia roughly, spanking Octavia's muddy bottom briefly afterwards and telling her to get up.
Octavia submissively agreed and unsteadily climbed to her feet with the help of a tree, and navigated the mud slowly and clumsily with the help of her arms.
The group continued this unpleasant march through muddy puddles in pelting rain in a jungle, the warm temperature not even cooled down much by the rain, the rain simply making it disgustingly humid and hazy and muddy, hard to see through the rain and mist and the reduced light of the dark cloudy sky.
Octavia was soon clean of mud from the rain alone, her perfect erotic naked body wet and glistening all over in a way that was so sexy that Fhimra was nursing a puddle in her pussy at the sight, getting steadily hornier over time.
Soon Fhimra couldn't stand it and she pounced on Octavia kissing her passionately, so turned on that it was supernatural!
"Stop using your lust aura!", Lash protested as the entire group suddenly fell upon Octavia in a lesbian gang bang!
Octavia didn't obey and Fhimra moaned hard as the nine women had a passionate lesbian orgy down in the mud puddles, climaxing so hard with wet breasts and wetter pussies everywhere right in her face.
Many wonderful orgasms later Octavia lowered the power of her psychic lust aura, and the cummed out women just lay in the warm puddles together in the pleasurable afterglow of orgasm, too pleasured to even be cross.
The naked women gradually found their bikinis and put them back on, Octavia getting halfheartedly spanked again in punishment for this, and the drone impatiently waited for them to continue.
The group continued, washing their muddy bodies clean in the hard warm rain as they navigated the slippery mud puddles, and the rain got steadily worse until they could barely see a thing!
Lights on the drone flashed orange light for them to see through the crashing rain drops, the ground becoming so flooded that it was soon knee deep and getting steadily deeper!
Without warning Fhimra put her hand on a skinned human head jammed into the nook of a tree trunk!
Fhimra screamed!
The other women were also screaming, suddenly finding skinned human bodies everywhere in the flooded jungle around them!
Fhimra frantically washed the gore off her hand with a lot of rain water, her heart pounding, but the drone urged them onwards calmly.
The group fearfully continued in the blinding rain, getting sudden jump scares as they touched more skinned human bodies in the deluge by accident!
The entire jungle was filled with horribly skinned and mutilated body parts stuck to the trees!
By Tzeentch the SMELL!
On and on they waded through a jungle of nightmares, the water getting deeper until they were suddenly no longer in the jungle but instead swimming in a flooded open air lagoon!
The women could all swim, but only a few could swim well, and the group anxiously turned back to the shallower flooded jungle.
"The lagoon is safe, it's not deep. Your fellows are just on the other side.", the drone said in Jessica's glitchy sexy Tau voice.
The Dommes were getting scared but they reluctantly agreed, and the entire group swam fearfully in the flooded lagoon, immediately feeling a current taking the water towards the sea down some flooded stream!
The women anxiously helped each other fight the current in the roaring downpour, following the lights of the drone as they swam desperately across the lagoon until they felt the sandy lagoon bottom under their feet again.
The group waded through steadily shallower water, making out jungle and the faint light of a fire up ahead!
The group desperately entered the slight shelter of the jungle and followed the light, coming upon a huge elaborate tent made of skinned pirate skins crudely stitched together and strung up around the trees.
Piled up under this enormous tent was a huge pile of skinned body parts and pirate possessions, so high that it was above the flood waters. Right in the middle of this pile was a crackling fire of dry local wood, the bodies under the fire roasted and black from the heat, the entire tent reeking of roasted meat!
Human flesh was impaled upon wooden spits over the fire, cooking merrily, and currently tending to the fire was a massive gore covered ape-like monster that was hideously familiar!
The monster grinned at them with horrific tusk-like teeth, extremely dark goggles covering its eyes, and offered them some meat in a distorted daemonic voice of brutal tone. The monster was Wendy!
Lash ran forward to the monster and hugged her desperately in tears of relief, and the monster tenderly returned the hug lovingly, unmistakably Wendy.
Octavia squealed with joy and also ran forward to enthusiastically embrace Wendy, and Fhimra reluctantly decided that she should probably hug her Owner/lover too, and she also group hugged the massive Wendy in her true form, getting gore all over her front.
The apprentices just gawked at Wendy in horror, only going so far as to enter the tent and step out of the water.
"Sorry about the mess Mistresses, I'm cooking food for the refugees hiding in the tunnel just up the hill, we ran out of coconuts and other food so we now feast on pirate meat before it goes bad.", the ape-like monster said cheerfully with a horrifying grin.
"What's with the skin tent and all the fucked up bodies in the jungle?!", Mistress Blade exclaimed.
"Well, I AM the daughter of a Night Lord Mistress Blade, it is in my blood to get creative after I kill people.", Wendy explained respectfully.
"You killed all of these pirates by yourself?", Mistress Blade asked going pale.
"Jessica helped a bit, but I would say I killed at least a quarter by myself Mistress.", Wendy said respectfully.
The apprentices all stared at Wendy with unmistakable fear at these words, backing away slightly.
"There is no need to be afraid exquisite Mistresses, I remain submissive to you gorgeous dominant goddesses as before, I will not harm you.", the ape-like monster soothed submissively.
"Change back to normal Wendy.", Mistress Blade ordered fearfully.
"Yes Mistress Blade.", the monster said submissively, and it contracted in on itself, hiding the true form to show the huge breasted intoxicatingly beautiful Wendy in her disguised woman form.
The beautiful pale skinned long haired astonishingly busty sexy brunette was completely naked but for her dark tinted goggles, and was covered all over with blood and gore, her hair stiff with dried blood, with raw bleeding human meat stuck in her teeth like an apex predator, looking terrifying even as a slightly short woman.
"I apologise for my hygiene state Mistresses, I have been fighting nonstop for days to protect those in the tunnel, not that this excuses me being in this state in the presence of majestic dominant queens.", Wendy apologised submissively.
"Go clean yourself right now slut!", Mistress Lash dominantly ordered Wendy.
"At once Mistress Lash!", Wendy submissively agreed and ran out into the flood waters, washing herself very thoroughly with water.
Wendy returned in a much improved hygiene state, carefully avoiding touching anything to keep the gore pile off her skin.
"Assume the inspection position.", Mistress Lash ordered dominantly.
Wendy put her hands on her head and stood with her legs spread slightly, back perfectly straight and face looking ahead with perfect discipline, submissive as ever.
The Dommes ran their hands all over Wendy's naked body as she was inspected for health and hygiene, and Wendy laughed ticklishly from their hands deliberately tickling her but she didn't otherwise move, her discipline perfect.
Wendy was found to be only partially clean, needing soap among other things to clean herself properly, and she was whipped and tickled in punishment with her hands on her head, then given an orgasm as her armpits were tickled relentlessly so that she laughed even as she moaned in orgasm.
Wendy was then ordered to take the group to the tunnel, the Dommes wanting a dry place that wasn't a gross and creepy pile of skinned bodies under a skin tent roof, and Wendy submissively took them out into the flooded jungle again, (the group immediately finding skinned body parts fixed to every single tree).
Fhimra waded with the others for a few tens of metres before the ground rose fast, becoming an immense slightly elevated sand hill held together by the countless roots of tropical trees. The group stepped out of the water and climbed the steep hill for a bit, before finding a surprisingly small hole in the slope hidden behind a thick bush.
The group peered into the hole, being greeted by the sounds of sex and the smell of drug smoke, with people inside giggling a lot and complaining that they were hungry. Fhimra could see the telltale glows of lit marijuana joints in the darkness of the tunnel, the people inside high as shit!
"They have been worshipping Blessed Slaanesh for days so that the time wasn't wasted, I found the marijuana growing wild in the jungle, they used dry leaves as rolling papers to make joints. Slaanesh has been very pleased with their excessive debauchery, the pot makes them gluttonous for food constantly, they ate through 3 weeks of food supplies in only 3 days, then I fed them human flesh ever since. Slaanesh is delighted.", Wendy said with happy debauched depravity.
"We want more human flesh!", One of the giggling high men inside the tunnel demanded.
"Come out to my meat tent and feast, it's safe to come out now.", Wendy called happily.
A large number of surprisingly fat naked men crawled out of the hole, all of them high as shit and covered in shit and semen and food stains on their fat naked skin.
The men didn't even get as far as the tent with the cooked meat, finding the skinned body parts on the tree trunks and gorging themselves on raw human meat in an orgy of cannibalism that Fhimra found absolutely disgusting!
Endless numbers of these maximally high gluttons slithered out of the hole, all of them sickeningly fat after less than a week of constant drug fuelled nonstop food gorging, all of them giggling incessantly and demanding food, stumbling and sliding down the hillside clumsily and desperately finding raw skinned human meat to consume.
"They will get food poisoning!", Fhimra exclaimed.
"I have medical drones standing by to air drop down to treat them as soon as they get symptoms. It is important in the meantime to keep the excess going to let Slaanesh firmly claim this planet from Khorne's grasp as a new Slaanesh daemon world.", Jessica said unemotionally from the drone.
Fhimra found this all completely disgusting but she said nothing, unable to fault this logic. Orgies of gluttonous cannibalism by the already obese was extremely high octane Slaanesh fuel, this sort of senseless depravity and excess was what especially fed energy to Slaanesh in the warp, he was a god not just of kink and lust but also of gluttony and senseless greed.
Fhimra tried not to listen to the sounds of sickening cannibalism, and the number of people crawling out of the hole continued for a surprisingly long time, marijuana smoke pouring out of the hole in such huge clouds that it was amazing that they hadn't suffocated in there!
Eventually the exodus ended, all of the hungry people having left, with not just men but also ugly or old women having emerged to seek human flesh to eat.
The tunnel was not empty yet however, with the sounds of giggling and the glows of lit joints still clearly apparent deeper inside the hole.
Fhimra didn't particularly want to go in that hole, and the Dommes and even Octavia didn't want to go inside either, smelling foul shit inside from the people being unwilling or unable to shit outside for days on end.
Wendy was ordered to enter to find Fetter and Chaquille, and a short time later, what Fhimra could only describe as a "man sandwich" was squeezed out of the hole by Wendy.
It was three men anally joined, with Chaquille in the middle with a man's dick up his ass, with Chaquille's penis up the ass of another man in turn, all of them giggling and covered all over in cum.
Chaquille was surprisingly the same slender figure he had had before, and the two other men were not fat either, and Octavia foolishly asked him why he wasn't fat.
"I have been eating nothing but cum this whole time.", Chaquille giggled, licking some of the semen off the shoulder of the man in front of him in the man sandwich.
Fhimra couldn't help but be slightly impressed by his raw sluttiness, Chaquille was an absolute slut!
The next to exit the hole was a man-woman-man sandwich, with the naked semen stained Fetter in the middle of two men, one penetrating her vagina and another penetrating her ass. She also wasn't any fatter than usual and was completely smeared all over with semen.
"You massive slut.", Chaquille giggled at Fetter from the middle of his man sandwich.
"Not as much as you you man whore.", Fetter giggled back from her own sandwich, both slaves high as shit.
The two housekeeping slaves seemed disinclined to leave their sandwiches, complaining about the rain on their skin but continuing to have sex with their respective pair of men.
Wendy had emerged from the hole now, and she physically carried the "sandwiches" one at a time down the hill with supernatural strength, depositing them somewhere flat but still above the flood waters.
"The moment this flood abates, we are leaving this body strewn place and finding somewhere nice to stay.", Mistress Lash said sternly.
Wendy submissively agreed, and Fhimra couldn't agree more herself.
***…
Finding somewhere nice to stay turned out to be harder than it sounded Mistress Lash was reluctantly forced to concede.
They had checked the entire island but every single building without exception had been flattened by bombs.
The rain had now stopped and the flood waters had drained incredibly quickly into the sandy soil and out to sea through streams, with even the lagoon turning out to be composed of sea level ground water during drier times, the sandy soil consuming water and returning it to the freshwater sea very fast. The drainage of this island was excellent, with only the extreme heaviness of the rainfall letting it flood at all in the first place.
The local women all slept in hammocks set higher than the flood waters could ever reach, sharing the hammocks with their babies and toddlers, simply sleeping through the short lived floods, the rain never lasting long over this particular island.
Mistress Lash had returned the group to the original ruined resort, and the group had picked through the ruins to collect all of their belongings that hadn't been looted already, hanging up all of their clothes to dry on improvised washing lines hung between trees.
For want of better shelter they camped in the resort grounds among the most intact swimming pools, being provided with camping tents in exchange for a lot of money by an enterprising local woman who had presumably looted the tents from the ruins of some shop.
The slaves set up the tents, with the two tickle slaves once again sharing a largish tent with Wendy and Mistress Lash, with the apprentices each getting their own individual slightly smaller tent to let them enjoy privacy, and with Fetter and Chaquille sharing a tiny tent together (because they were slaves).
The resort had plenty of mattresses and bedding but none of it was dry, but another enterprising local was selling hand weaved grass sleeping mats and inflatable pillows, making a fortune ripping off this extremely rich group.
The group had found soap and shampoo and shaving razors and other essentials in the ruined resort in large quantities, and the locals had already dug a row of crude pit toilets with crude wooden floors and wooden latrine seats, with crude walls and ceilings made from materials from the ruins for privacy, complete with privacy curtains. (The locals naturally charged money for people to use these toilets, the exact price mostly determined by how rich the customer was judged to be, with Wendy eventually exasperatedly completely buying the entire toilets themselves at exorbitant prices just to get peaceful permanent toilet access).
For bathing the group just used the freshwater ocean, sitting in the shallows during the brief periodic hours of night for privacy, (usually with a waterproof flashlight to help them see), soaping themselves up and shaving themselves in the shallows, then rinsing in the waves.
The group in short had everything they needed for the immediate future as the Nightmare Asylum up in orbit was cleaned of bodies, and they were continuing their ill fated holiday, this time a camping holiday with less modern conveniences.
The two tickle slaves were currently tied naked to trees by Mistress Lash's apprentices, both tickle slaves squealing with laughter with huge ticklish smiles on their hard laughing faces.
Mistress Lash herself was currently passionately kissing her girlfriend Wendy in an intact pool chair next to the pool, the pair of them wearing string bikinis and Wendy also wearing dark tinted goggle sunglasses.
Wendy was completely cleaned up now with comprehensive hygiene, her teeth and mouth cleaned completely, her hair and skin and every hole on her body likewise cleaned completely.
Mistress Lash had been through a terrible ordeal, being kidnapped, raped, beaten and then tickled for hours for days on end. Right now she just wanted to enjoy gentle tenderness from the woman she loved, not doing anything kinky, just kissing passionately.
Wendy submissively and passionately reciprocated every kiss, breathing heavily and getting very excited, but Mistress Lash just kept kissing her, ignoring her nonverbal cues to do more to her.
Wendy had no safe word, no limits and no periods when she wasn't submissive to Mistress Lash, so Wendy had no choice but to be only kissed no matter how much she wanted more, completely under the absolute dominion of Mistress Lash. Mistress Lash therefore just dominantly kissed Wendy nonstop, occasionally slapping her face gently to remind her of her submissive position.
Wendy was sighing erotically and breathing hard as she was dominantly kissed for a long time, completely compliant and obedient, letting Mistress Lash control her completely.
Mistress Lash broke the kiss briefly, holding her forehead to Wendy's forehead intimately.
"I love you Mistress Lash.", Wendy whispered yearningly, but she submissively did not take liberties to keep kissing her.
"I love you too slut. I missed you.", Mistress Lash replied and kissed Wendy again for long minutes of passion.
The submissive Wendy was intoxicatingly sexy and beautiful in her bikini, her breasts even bigger than Fhimra's J cups, her otherwise extremely slender body sexy in the absolute extreme. Mistress Lash had complete dominion over this sexy body with out limits or safe word, she could do anything she pleased and Wendy couldn't stop her under their agreed relationship dynamic.
Mistress Lash ran a hand over her intoxicating girlfriend's body, tracing every contour, putting her hand under the fabric of Wendy's bikini to grab a massive handful of jiggling bare breast, the handful not even close to encompassing the whole breast.
Wendy made feminine aroused noises at this touch, the lesbian completely sexually receptive to Mistress Lash, and Mistress Lash teased her nipple with a fingertip under the bikini, making Wendy groan with pleasure but not move.
Mistress Lash continued to explore Wendy's perfect body in erotic ways, and she whispered in Wendy's ear "You are not allowed to get wet without permission".
"Already far too late Mistress Lash.", Wendy apologised submissively, looking down at a huge wet patch in her bikini bottom.
Mistress Lash sighed in frustration and kissed Wendy passionately again, her mouth open and her tongue dominating Wendy's tongue in her mouth.
"Well don't get any more wet without permission.", Mistress Lash whispered huskily.
"I'm not sure if it's even possible to not get wet over you Mistress Lash, but if it's possible then I obey without hesitation.", Wendy submissively whispered back.
Mistress Lash put her hand inside Wendy's soaking wet bikini bottom and ran a finger up and down the line of her extremely slimy vulva, making Wendy groan with intense pleasure.
"Don't get wet.", Mistress Lash whispered sadistically in Wendy's ear, expertly pleasuring her slimy clitoris with her teasing fingertip.
Wendy groaned but whispered her obedience, becoming visibly frantic and tormented.
Mistress Lash grinned sadistically as Wendy grew gradually drier and drier as she teased her pussy. Wendy made a variety of dismayed noises of extreme pleasure and torment, her face grimaced with discomfort as she kept herself unhappily dry.
"This is torture Mistress Lash, you arouse me SO much.", Wendy groaned in dismay.
"It's supposed to be torture my dear Wendy.", Mistress Lash replied with sadistic sweetness.
Wendy moaned and kept herself dry as Mistress Lash continued to tease her clitoris, her suffering delicious.
Mistress Lash felt wonderful as she tortured Wendy like this, sensing Wendy's own extreme masochistic pleasure from how mean this treatment was. Wendy was desperate to be wet right now and holding it back was agonising for her.
Mistress Lash just kept tormenting Wendy with pussy stroking, playing with her tits and licking her face erotically to make it even harder to stay dry.
"I'm completely wet over you.", Mistress Lash whispered in Wendy's ear provocatively, making her whimper with painful effort to stay dry.
Mistress Lash got completely naked and was all over Wendy being as sexually exciting as possible, licking and kissing and sucking and slapping and spanking and tickling, groping and moaning and completely driving Wendy crazy with lust. Wendy gazed at Mistress Lash in painful dismay, grimacing with effort and completely tormented.
"Come with me to bed in the tent, I will bring Octavia as well.", Mistress Lash told Wendy sadistically.
Wendy groaned in torment but submissively obeyed, and Mistress Lash untied Octavia and explained the situation to her apprentices.
"Without the rest of us?!", Mistress Blade said in disbelief.
Mistress Lash grinned and the six apprentices untied Fhimra and took her with them all into the tent, Wendy trembling with lust and dismay.
The entire group together undressed Wendy, running their hands all over her, and Mistress Lash zipped the large tent closed for privacy, every woman including Mistress Lash getting naked out of their bikinis.
Wendy looked completely tormented as the naked gorgeous women crowded around her in the tent, getting her to lay down and licking her naked body all over.
"You are not allowed to get wet.", the seven naked Dominatrices taunted Wendy repeatedly as they did erotic things to her.
Wendy looked like she was in agony from the effort to stay dry as naked apprentices kissed and licked each other, and they got Octavia herself to sit her perfect pussy on Wendy's face, and got Fhimra to eat Wendy's pussy, the Dommes sucking Wendy's nipples and licking her all over and supervising in general, with Mistress Lash making sure that Wendy stayed dry.
"This is SO mean!", Wendy groaned under Octavia's private parts.
The Dominatrices taunted the suffering Wendy and continued to mercilessly arouse her as she tried to stay dry by force of will.
"This is agony!, I am SO turned on!", Wendy groaned in dismay.
"Do we turn you on?", Mistress Lash purred provocatively, making Wendy groan again.
"I'm holding back a flood right now, my vaginal glands are aching holding it back Mistresses!, May I PLEASE get wet Mistress Lash?", Wendy whimpered.
"Permission denied, stay dry.", Mistress Lash chuckled sadistically.
"Your strictness is turning me on even more Mistress Lash!", Wendy groaned in painful dismay.
"You are going to be licked all over by naked Dominant goddesses, and we won't let you get wet AT ALL!", Mistress Lash erotically taunted Wendy, making her groan in torment even more.
"This is absolutely SADISTIC Mistress Lash!", Wendy lamented in dismay.
"My sadism makes you want to get wet, doesn't it slut.", Mistress Lash dominantly taunted, making Wendy tremble bodily.
"It makes me want to get SO wet Mistress Lash!", Wendy whimpered in torment.
"The rest of us are COMPLETELY wet.", Mistress Agony purred provocatively.
Wendy began to verbally sob, she was CRYING now!
"Are you crying you little whore?", Mistress Lash sneered dominantly.
"Yes Mistress Lash, the water is coming out of my eyes instead of my pussy.", Wendy sobbed, making all the Dommes laugh at this witty suggestion.
"The wetness is so backed up that its coming out your eyes slut?", Mistress Lash asked playfully.
"Yes in a way Mistress Lash.", Wendy sobbed.
"You little liar, you are just a crybaby.", Mistress Agony laughed.
"Yes Mistress.", Wendy sobbed.
This was just too fun and the seven sadists naturally had a great time taunting Wendy and being even meaner, still not letting her get wet as they deliberately got her as horny as possible.
The Dommes licked the tears from Wendy's face, making her gasp with effort to stay dry, trembling all over with effort, so completely horny but not allowed to get wet.
"No one has EVER tortured me like this before Mistress Lash… I love you so much!, This is exquisite masochistic pleasure!", Wendy sobbed, looking at Mistress Lash in awe with her sunglasses removed. (The sunglasses having been removed at some point during the playtime as it was dark enough in the tent).
"I love you too you masochistic little slut.", Mistress Lash said fondly, kissing her crying girlfriend.
"You still can't get wet.", Mistress Lash added.
"What should we try next on her Fhimra?", Mistress Blade asked mischievously.
"You are asking ME ma'am?", Fhimra asked submissively.
"Consider yourself an honorary Domme Fhimra, what do we do to Wendy?", Mistress Thorn chuckled.
"Be nice and let her get wet, I want to see how big of a flood she is holding back.", Fhimra giggled.
The Dominatrices all exchanged looks at this, all of them actually kinda curious.
"Oh very well, I'm curious too. Wendy you may… Wait for it!, Wendy you may… Not yet… Still not yet.", Mistress Lash taunted sadistically, making Wendy cry hard tears.
Mistress Lash just kept giving hope and denying permission, until Wendy was bawling hard tears, completely tortured by this imaginative discipline.
"Wendy you may… Keep holding it back for the rest of the day!", Mistress Lash laughed diabolically.
Wendy gasped but obeyed in hard tears, this was absolutely fantastic sadism.
Mistress Lash felt amazingly better from her ordeal, the pleasure of making the super masochist Wendy herself cry from a torture was so extreme that an orgasm would feel less good in comparison!
Oh the fun that Mistress Lash could have with this new weakness of Wendy's, Wendy was going to sob her little eyes out SO much from this dry pussy torture, giving the Dominatrices the therapeutic sadism they all so desperately needed after their ordeal.
Wendy looked at the Dominatrices in naked terror, knowing that this was only the beginning of her new form of dry torture, and the Dommes all grinned back with the most blissful sadism.
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