Chapter 51H
For a time there was a much needed lull, the fleet being reinforced by new ships and new shipments of manpower from Stōørølø who greatly helped with the aftermath of the war. The pirate aircraft sterilised by ion cannons had all been collected now, and a new generation of Slaanesh worshipping trained pilots from the fast timed Stōørølø were now using these aircraft, with the intact pirate escort carriers simply being repainted and added to the fleet as a potent addition to their navy.
It would take some time to repair and ESPECIALLY to CLEAN the Fleet ships of bodies and gore, even with abundant slave labor and mechanisation this cleaning in particular was no small task to complete.
But at least they now had firm control of the planet and its orbit, with impenetrable layers of air defence satellites protecting the entire planet from any further attacks. It was nice to have lasting peace.
Down on the planet huge teams of construction workers were clearing the rubble and ruins and working on rebuilding buildings, and huge tents were set up everywhere as temporary buildings to house both people and local businesses, with new portable toilets being deployed in huge numbers and bottled water being provided to all free of charge.
The resort grounds now looked like a shanty town of hundreds of tents, with portable liquid hydrogen fuelled internal combustion engine powered electricity generators set up with fuel tanks and wires to provide power, with portable showers and toilets and other amenities set up in strategic places, with water pumps on ground water boreholes and water filters to provide the bathing water.
In the middle of this makeshift shanty town of tents was a huge "command tent" filled with tables and chairs and communication equipment and cogitators. This command tent was inhabited by Wendy and other Sevenson women staying on the island, in wireless real time contact with the fleet in orbit and acting as an administrative centre to help coordinate the huge operations in orbit.
Wendy Sevenson was currently extremely busy in this command tent, wearing a striking discordant pink and black camouflage patterned string bikini top and a matching sexy G string, with summer sandals on her well pedicured feet showing off bright red painted toenails. Wendy was grateful that Mistress Lash hadn't brought any body paint, giving Wendy a reprieve from her usual hellish discipline, enjoying having her hair hanging down loose and having the freedom to scratch itches and use the toilet freely.
Wendy was working far longer hours than usual like always in the aftermath of wars, now currently working 16 hour days as an administrator organising the hellish cleanup and repairs, barely even seeing her loved ones with work so busy.
Wendy glanced out the window at the night outside, glad to not have to wear sunglasses right now during one of the nights of the extremely rapid day-night cycles that happened many times every 24 hours. Outside she could see the biggest intact swimming pool surrounded by trees and pool chairs and rope hammocks, with women and men and Slaanesh daemonettes frolicking in and around the pool having fun.
Dim lamps lit the pool, looking very bright to Wendy's Night Lord daughter's eyes, and Wendy could clearly see everything outside in complete detail.
Currently dominating the decibel levels outside were Wendy's two huge breasted tickle slaves Octavia and Fhimra, both of them in the pool together wrestling and tickling each other in the waist deep shallows.
Wendy looked around for Mistress Lash or one of her apprentices to see if the two tickle slaves were being supervised, but she couldn't see any sign of anyone supervising her two playful adorable slaves.
The two tickle slaves were wearing bikinis and were laughing hysterically as they tickled each other at the same time as they playfully wrestled in the water, being just completely adorable together. The two exquisite creatures didn't seem to realise that Wendy was observing them, not a care in the world as they played together adorably.
Wendy chuckled and returned her attention to her work, wishing so much that she could go out right now and join them in the pool.
Wendy sighed and focused on her work…
***…
Octavia squealed with laughter as Fhimra tickled her tummy in the pool, making Octavia bend her body forward defensively as she tickled Fhimra's tummy in turn, making Fhimra squeal with laughter as well and also bend forward defensively.
Fhimra wrestled Octavia energetically so that both of them fell over sideways in the shallows, Fhimra wrestling Octavia's arms together above her head wrapped by one of Fhimra's arms, Fhimra's other hand digging into Octavia's armpit!
Octavia howled with laughter and tried to escape to get Fhimra in turn, but Fhimra held fast, tickling Octavia's armpit relentlessly so that she was laughing shrilly in desperation!
Octavia felt orgasmic pleasure as she was tickled like this for about two minutes, laughing hard the entire time, then Octavia wiggled free and grabbed Fhimra in a wrestling hold of her own, tickling Fhimra mercilessly as she howled with laughter and struggled to escape.
Fhimra soon wiggled free and the tickle war continued, the pair tirelessly wrestling and tickling each other in the pool having fun.
Octavia dug her thumbs into Fhimra's sides as Fhimra stroked both sides of Octavia's neck, both of them squealing with laughter, both insanely ticklish women. Octavia felt wonderful pleasure from this game, not wanting to stop any time soon and the pair just kept tickling each other with huge playful tickled smiles on their faces.
Other people were in and around the pool but the pair ignored them, completely focused on their own sensual play together, no other thought in Octavia's mind but to tickle Fhimra and be tickled by Fhimra.
Octavia laughed hysterically as her ribs were played like a piano, Fhimra laughed hysterically as her knees were squeezed, both of them rolling around in the shallows as they wrestled and played, both laughing so hard.
Octavia was completely in love with her playmate Fhimra, a fellow tickle slave who loved tickling like Octavia loved tickling, Fhimra not retreating but eagerly wanting more. The ticklish Tzeentch girl had a tickling fetish like Octavia, though she was a pure tickle masochist rather than a tickle sadomasochist like Octavia, Fhimra wanted to be tickled, but she was still playful enough to tickle others, making her Octavia's perfect lover.
The two tickle slaves would be tickled together forever in their dungeons, they would laugh and play every day forever, stored in their bondage X frames awaiting tickling when their Owners were busy, tickled clean in the bath, given orgasms by their Owners, both of them enjoying their heavenly life of laughter together.
Octavia proudly wore the silver engagement ring on her finger even as she tickle wrestled with Fhimra in the pool, proud to be engaged to this wonderful woman who she loved so much.
Fhimra suddenly took Octavia's hand and stood up in the shallows.
"Let's get in a hammock together and keep tickling each other.", Fhimra said playfully, tugging on Octavia's hand.
Octavia eagerly got up and the pair playfully got in an intimate rope hammock together, both wrapped up snuggly together by the enveloping hammock with their bikini clad wet busty bodies pressed together. The pair then immediately began to tickle each other in this snug hammock, both of them squealing with hard laughter!
Octavia couldn't get away in this snug hammock, pressed right against Fhimra, and her tummy and side was stroked and squeezed and poked mercilessly, tickling Octavia SO intensely!
Octavia laughed hysterically and dug her thumb into the side of Fhimra's stripy tummy, making her howl with laughter as well, her eyes streaming tickled tears.
The two tickle slaves continued to mercilessly squeeze each other in the confines of the hammock, both laughing hysterically, and it was absolutely wonderful.
"Stop!", Fhimra repeatedly squealed with hard laughter, begging for mercy without meaning it like she always did, and Octavia ignored it like always.
Fhimra didn't have a safe word and neither did Octavia, so the rules clearly stated that they couldn't demand that it stop, both could be freely tickled as much as a tickler wanted and they couldn't make it stop.
Octavia LOVED tickling without a safe word to make it stop, she didn't want it to stop, she wanted the tickling to be eternal, stopping only to sleep or if she was starving to death. Octavia lived for tickling as her purpose in life, tickling was her oxygen and her artificial happiness that made life eternally happy.
Octavia laughed hard as Fhimra laughed hard, both tickling the other with terrifying intensity, neither of them trying to escape the hammock despite a lot of coy begging from the badly tickled Fhimra.
"I love you!", Fhimra squealed at Octavia in hard laughter.
"I love you too!", Octavia squealed back with equally hard laughter.
Fhimra's hysterically laughing mouth was then open mouthed kissing Octavia's hysterically laughing mouth, the pair erotically kissing even as they tickled each other mercilessly.
The laughter kissing continued passionately, the hands not even slowing down in squeezing the side of each other's abdomens, Octavia completely wet and horny as she was tickled so wonderfully.
The tickle kiss continued for ages, their laughing open mouths pressed together, tongues repeatedly briefly touching as they howled with laughter, both equally enjoying this activity.
Fhimra's spare hand slid inside Octavia's bikini bottom, fingertips tickling her pussy!
Octavia squealed even more with laughter and tickled Fhimra's pussy in turn, the pair laughing hysterically as they mutually tickled each other's sexy bodies mercilessly.
Fhimra used her belly tickling hand to pull loose the bow knots of Octavia's bikini, and stripped her naked in the hammock. Octavia likewise stripped Fhimra of her bikini, the laughing pair now naked, their huge wet breasts pressed together.
The tickling of vaginas got ever more intense, both women wet and slimy, and their mutual laughter grew more sexual and erotic, the tickling on their private parts feeling better and better.
Howling with laughter from her side being energetically squeezed, Octavia had an unbearably ticklish orgasm, quickly followed by countless multiples. Fhimra gasped through her hard laughter with her face grimaced in orgasm, before laughing even more desperately from becoming even more ticklish just after an orgasm.
Octavia mercilessly pushed Fhimra onwards, tickling her pussy to multiples even as her other hand probed her closed armpit to hysterics.
The hard laughing pair kept inflicting orgasms on each other's brutally tickled bodies, their laughing mouths kissing passionately, both of them climaxing again and again.
Octavia was in heaven and completely in love with Fhimra, cumming so hard and feeling extremes of pleasure.
Octavia worshipped Slaanesh as she experienced this extreme ticklish and sexual excess, her soul blazing out energy as she howled with hard laughter, her brain filled with extreme tickling pleasures. She felt so complete as she luxuriated in worship and sensation, feeding both her god and her own tickling fetish.
The laughing pair made love like this for over an hour, their ticklish bodies squirting hard in orgasm again and again in rapid succession until they were so thirsty and dehydrated that Fhimra eventually got out of the hammock apologetically to get water bottles for both of them.
Octavia pouted at this premature end to the pleasure, but she desperately drank the water from the bottle, admittedly severely dehydrated.
It was daylight now, the sun having risen at some time during their tickle sex in the hammock, and the pair of unsupervised tickle slaves drank water for a long time until they were fully hydrated again.
People were around in the daylight including men, so Fhimra shyly put on her bikini again, blushing at the sight of men with erections in their swimming bottoms who were leering at the pair lustfully, the men having apparently watched them have tickle sex with great enjoyment.
Octavia reluctantly put her bikini back on at the insistence of Fhimra, and the pair walked away holding hands romantically, looking for somewhere more private to continue their endless play together.
The tents were everywhere and the tent town was crowded with people and daemonettes, with privacy in short supply. The pair decided that they were hungry and looked for something to eat, entering Owner Wendy's tent to get some money to tuck under their bikini tops, then walking around looking for a tent that sold food.
The tickle slaves had a very strict diet of ONLY fruit and vegetables and other healthy things without express permission, not even allowed the yummy vegetables like potatoes that might make them get fat, and Fhimra was a good girl who wouldn't let Octavia cheat her diet!
The pair found SO MANY yummy foods for sale that they weren't allowed to eat!
Octavia pouted unhappily as she got to smell the delicious food without tasting any of it, fried food, sugary food, cooked meat!, Everything that was delicious was strictly denied to the tickle slaves!
Eventually they found a shop tent that sold salad dishes imported from Vem Omicron, but they couldn't even buy the yummiest salads, forced to buy bland salad greens with no dressing or other additives!
Octavia pouted as she looked down at her disposable cardboard bowl full of bland green salad with biodegradable local wooden cutlery, her top lip trembling slightly as she whimpered in self pity at her food. Stupid tickle slave healthy diet!
Owner Wendy had lectured Octavia many times that her diet was carefully designed to make her as ticklish as possible, and Octavia wanted to be as ticklish as possible, but actually living her life on this diet was a horrible experience!
Fhimra led the pouting Octavia to an area of tables and chairs with fun music playing, a public eating area, and Fhimra danced her body happily to the music as she walked to a table in her bikini, her big boobs swaying pendulously as she swayed her stripy body to the music.
Octavia was in a glum mood but she couldn't resist dancing a little bit too, swaying her body youthfully to the music as she walked with her salad.
The pair danced to a table and sat down, and Fhimra happily ate her salad with a beautiful multi teethed smile.
Octavia glumly poked at her own salad with her wooden fork, not wanting to eat but so damn hungry from all the tickling earlier. Octavia hesitantly put some salad in her mouth and grimaced at the yucky taste!
"Let me find a way of making this meal fun for you, I have an idea.", Fhimra said naughtily.
Octavia was confused, but Fhimra pulled her chair right up next to Octavia, and Fhimra then put some of Octavia's salad in her own mouth, chewing it up to a paste?
Fhimra then suddenly passionately kissed Octavia, and Octavia passionately returned the kiss with her girlfriend in confusion. Fhimra then used her tongue to push all of the chewed up salad into Octavia's mouth erotically!
Octavia moaned at this eroticism, closing her eyes and swallowing the salad in ecstasy at how sexy this was!
Fhimra grinned and chewed up more salad, kissing Octavia passionately to transfer it to her mouth!
Octavia loved this erotic game, no longer was it eating yucky salad, this was an erotic kinky sex game with her girlfriend and Octavia warmly encouraged it.
Fhimra continued to erotically feed Octavia with her own mouth, and Octavia moaned like a whore, her pussy completely damp.
A big fat man in only a Speedo eagerly interrupted the pair lustfully, his Speedo bulging with an erection, putting a hand on the shoulder of each of them like an absolute creep.
"Hello ladies.", The man said lustfully.
"Fuck off.", Fhimra replied simply, shrugging off his hand.
"You don't have to be nervous.", the man soothed.
"I'm not nervous. I am a strict lesbian and this is my girlfriend. I'm not going to have sex with you under ANY circumstances, so fuck off and let me kiss my girlfriend in peace.", Fhimra said coldly and sternly.
"You are interrupting our fun.", Octavia admitted to the man, not hostile to the man but wanting to be kissing Fhimra right now.
"I just wanted to join the fun…", The man replied tragically.
"Find a straight woman to kiss and leave me alone with my girlfriend.", Fhimra dismissed and resumed feeding salad to Octavia with her mouth.
The man didn't take the hint and put his hand on Fhimra's shoulder again. This turned out to be a mistake…
Fhimra grabbed his testicles through his Speedo quick as blinking in a powerful grip and twisted viciously with an unbreakable grip!
The man gave a high pitched squeak and held his hands over his crotch, but Fhimra didn't let go, squeezing so hard that the man's face looked slightly grey with horror!
"Listen up fucktard!, If you EVER touch me again I will rip your fucking balls off!, Do you under-fucking-stand!?", Fhimra snarled at the man with a viciousness Octavia had never seen before!
The man nodded frantically and mewled for mercy, and Fhimra let go after one last twist. The man limped away as fast as he could, holding his testicles and crying.
Octavia looked at Fhimra in shock.
"After being gang raped by men I never want a man to touch me ever again. Just because I'm sexually submissive to female partners doesn't mean that I'm weak, I have killed men recently and I will kill more if they try to force sex on me.", Fhimra explained to Octavia seriously.
Octavia cuddled Fhimra submissively, finding this all extremely dominant, and Fhimra gently returned the cuddle, completely gentle and welcoming to Octavia in a way that was a universe apart from how she had treated the man in the Speedo.
"I'm not a victim as a tickle slave Octavia, I wasn't kidnapped against my will. I VOLUNTEERED to become a slave in exchange for my tribe receiving a lasgun, both because I wanted to help my tribe and a hundred times more so because I wanted to leave my planet and travel amongst the stars on a space ship as an astronaut. Even as a lowly cleaning slave cleaning the space ship I still achieved my dream of becoming technically a (very lowly sort of) astronaut, in ages past even the people who cleaned the toilets on humanity's first space stations were highly respected by all for being astronauts. I achieved a similar dream just as I willingly chose to.", Fhimra began.
"Then as an astronaut in my dream job cleaning the Nightmare Asylum I desired sexual and romantic fulfilment to make my life even more perfect. I'm a lesbian submissive who LOVES being in lesbian tickle bondage, nothing gets me wetter than being tickled and dominated in bondage by gorgeous women.", Fhimra continued.
"Wendy didn't make me a tickle slave against my will. I met Wendy at a BDSM singles mingle event that I had gone to extreme effort to get to attend, looking for a Dominatrix girlfriend to tickle me in bondage and dominate the shit out of me. I was LOOKING to become the equivalent of a tickle slave girlfriend of a sadistic Dominatrix, I met Wendy and she was so fucking perfect that I was nursing a puddle in my panties over her the entire evening as *I* hit on HER., She then took me home and I met you, and you were SO fucking gorgeous and I just fountained uncontrollably as the pair of you played with me in the nude!"
"Do you think that a lesbian with my particular kinks MINDED being tickle dominated in bondage by a pair of drop dead gorgeous kinky women that first night?!, I ASSURE you that I did NOT mind this, not in the SLIGHTEST!, It was so fucking perfect, better than my wildest dreams. I came so hard and I had never been so wet in my entire life!"
"There was that whole misunderstanding with Egg, and I became your tickle punishment slave for a week. I'll admit that there were times when I wasn't happy during that week, but I was absolutely wet as fuck over you the entire time as well and I got SO much pleasure from being tickled in that X frame by you for a week. It was SO fucking hot!, I STILL masturbate over the memory of being your punished tickle prisoner like that!"
"Wendy gave me the choice to leave but I didn't want to, she gave me the option of a safe word but I didn't choose one, I CHOSE to stay as her tickle slave without a safe word, I am not a victim but a willing participant. Do you think I MIND having seven DELICIOUS Asian Dommes erotically playing with me in bondage, tickling me so much and giving me such INCREDIBLE orgasms every single day?!, I do NOT mind that AT ALL, I get SO MUCH pleasure from that!"
"Do you think I MIND having two huge breasted intoxicatingly beautiful tickle freaks tickling me all the time in between having really hot sex with me?!, Are you mad?!, I LOVE that and I never want it to end!"
"I PROMISE you that I'm not a victim Octavia, I'm having the time of my life having mind blowing kinky sex with the most beautiful women I have ever seen, getting tickled which I love and feeling wet all the time. I'm not a victim and I'm not weak, I'm a strong woman who is living her dream doing things she loves.", Fhimra finished sincerely.
Octavia spontaneously kissed Fhimra, finding her words absolutely beautiful.
"I love you, not as a victim but as a strong submissive woman who loves you freely. You are absolutely amazing and I love you and want to be your wife forever.", Fhimra said tenderly.
Octavia teared up a bit and kissed Fhimra emotionally at these words, that was so incredibly sweet!
Fhimra resumed chewing up salad and kiss feeding it to Octavia erotically, and Octavia moaned and ate this chewed up salad paste erotically, her pussy totally wet.
Fhimra alternated between eating her own salad and kiss feeding Octavia, and Octavia naughtily got some of Fhimra's salad and chewed it up to a paste, spitting it in Fhimra's mouth erotically. Fhimra sighed with sexual arousal and swallowed Octavia's mouth food, then chewed up food for Octavia to eat.
The rest of the meal the pair chewed for each other, passing food between their mouths erotically, both of them getting really horny from this.
Octavia had just ate an entire salad without protest, so turned on by the eroticism that she didn't care about the taste.
Men around the food eating area were openly beating off over the sight of the two gorgeous big breasted women in bikinis erotically feeding each other with their mouths, and Fhimra trembled with revulsion.
The music was still playing so Octavia got up and pulled Fhimra to her feet as well, and the pair of them danced playfully to the music, Fhimra quickly forgetting the men.
The music was fun and tropical paradise themed, and Octavia clapped her hands and swayed her body happily to the beat, with Fhimra raising her arms above her head and swaying her hips and twirling happily, the pair of them dancing with youthful energy.
Despite her chronological age, Octavia's body was physically 19 years old thanks to the rejuvenation drugs, and she had the youthful energy of a late teenager. Fhimra herself wasn't much older than 19 chronologically, personally claiming to be "19 and a half", whatever that meant, and Fhimra likewise had the energy of youth, and she loved to dance to music.
The fact that both women were physically 19 years old made them especially compatible. Fhimra was clearly a genius, and was therefore much more mature and sensible than most 19 year old girls, but she still had the energy of her young age. The pair of physical teenagers were inseparable, always hanging out together when not in bondage, both deeply comfortable together.
The two teenagers danced happily together, jumping and swaying to the music, giggling and smiling as they playfully danced in their bikinis. They were so full of life and completely adorable together doing something nonsexual for a change.
Male creeps then ruined it by trying to dance with them, and Fhimra exasperatedly walked off, followed quickly by Octavia who had to jog to keep up.
The pair walked through the tent town all the way to the beach, and they lay on the sand sunbathing together in contentment.
For a while they just sunbathed, then Octavia got bored and buried Fhimra under a big pile of sand with her head sticking out one end of the pile and her bare feet sticking out the other end.
Octavia then gleefully tickled Fhimra's bare feet with her fingers, making Fhimra squeal with laughter.
Fhimra apparently couldn't move at all buried in sand like this, unable to even kick her legs in this position, and Octavia had a great time tickling her feet enthusiastically.
"Not the middle of the soles!", Fhimra squealed as Octavia focused on stroking an especially ticklish spot on her feet, and Octavia naturally tickled this spot even more.
"I'm going to wet myself!", Fhimra squealed with laughter, but Octavia was merciless.
Many many MANY minutes of squealing laughter later, Fhimra informed Octavia that she had just wet herself under the sand as feared. Octavia naturally didn't even slow down at this news.
Much tickling later and the six apprentices walked onto the beach wearing gorgeous bikinis, immediately walking towards the two tickle slaves.
Octavia waved happily to the apprentices, and they chuckled dominantly back, walking right up to the pair.
"Playing sandcastles are we?", Mistress Thorn said sadistically.
"Yes Mistress Thorn.", Octavia and Fhimra replied in unison.
The apprentices gleefully joined in tickling Fhimra's feet as well, and Mistress Thorn moved to Fhimra's head to tickle her neck making her squeal with laughter.
The apprentices then buried Octavia beside Fhimra, and Octavia got to enjoy howling with laughter as her feet and neck were tickled too, Octavia unable to move at all under a huge pile of damp beach sand.
The two tickle slaves in their sandcastles were tickled for so long that the sun set again, and Octavia blissfully wet herself under the sand, feeling wonderful as she laughed and laughed.
Mistress Blade then dug up Fhimra and released her from the sand, but left the badly tickled Octavia buried. The sand covered Fhimra sat on the sand playfully tickling the sides of Octavia's neck mischievously, making Octavia squirm uselessly under the sand and laugh hysterically!
"This is fun.", Fhimra chuckled, tickling Octavia in the dark.
Octavia could only laugh and squeal, completely trapped in the sand and loving it, her feet wonderfully tickled by at least four pairs of hands at the same time on the other side of the sandcastle!
Octavia was tickled for an exquisitely long time before the apprentices dug her up to free her, and the entire group then sat on the beach and watched the sunrise. The group then had a swim in the sea to wash the sand off themselves, the women playing in the waves and splashing each other playfully.
The women were just walking out of the surf when they saw a Night Lord in power armour walking down the beach towards them.
The power armoured giant was so huge and heavy that his boots sank slightly into the sand, and though he wore a helmet he was strangely familiar…
"Where the hell have you BEEN all this time Babe!", Mistress Agony exclaimed with cross relief, running up the beach towards him in her string bikini.
"I have been busy fighting onboard the Nightmare Asylum. I only just dug my way out through the bodies to a shuttle airlock.", the Night Lord replied in the voice of Mistress Agony's fiancé Samual Sevenson.
"But you never came down to the planet before that!, You were supposed to be coming down on the very next shuttle!", Mistress Agony exclaimed.
"I got sidetracked, my gear needed more maintenance than expected and I lost track of the time. I also had training and other stuff that delayed me. By the time I was almost ready the pirates attacked again.", Samual replied.
"You didn't even call to tell me!, I was worried sick!", Mistress Agony exclaimed.
"I am not in the habit of disclosing military information to civilians over a vox channel, as a matter of prudence. It's a bad habit to ever do this as enemies might intercept the communications and listen in. I couldn't call you without violating communications discipline.", Samual explained unapologetically.
"You could have told me that you would be delayed at least babe.", Mistress Agony said, hugging his power armour tightly.
"I could have but I chose not to.", Samual replied simply.
"I wish you had been here, I got gang raped by pirates, we all did!, It was absolutely horrible!", Mistress Agony exclaimed.
"There there.", Samual said comfortingly in a way that sounded dismissive and utterly callous!
"I got gang raped and all you can say is 'there there'?!", Mistress Agony exploded.
"What do you want me to say?", Samual replied simply from the mouth grill of his power armour helmet.
"More than just that.", Mistress Agony complained.
"I'm glad you weren't killed.", Samual attempted.
"I was GANG RAPED!", Mistress Agony exclaimed.
"That's not so bad…", Samual reassured.
Even Octavia knew that this was an utterly callous thing to say, and she gasped slightly. The other women gasped much more loudly than Octavia.
"What?", Samual asked the gasping women.
"By Tzeentch you DON'T say 'that's not so bad' when a woman gets GANG RAPED!, That's the most callous thing anyone could say!", Fhimra exclaimed.
"I wouldn't mind being gang raped by women, so why should Agony mind being gang raped by men?, She loves dicks.", Samual reasoned, making the women exclaim in shock and making Mistress Agony swear angrily in Japanese.
"Just because she loves dicks she CONSENTS to doesn't mean she wants every dick in the world inside her against her will!, That's literally rape!", Fhimra exclaimed.
"I'm familiar with the definition, but I think you're all overreacting to some harmless sex.", Samual replied.
"What kind of fucking psycho are you!", Mistress Thorn exclaimed to Samual.
"I'm a Sevenson Night Lord, my gene seed gives me 'Sevenson Psychopathy'. I don't think it's very nice to make light of my neurological condition.", Samual complained.
"Fuck!", many different women including Fhimra exclaimed.
"I… I still want to marry you babe…", Mistress Agony stammered.
"For Tzeentch's sake how GREEDY are you?!, This guy will probably end up skinning you alive or something!", Fhimra exclaimed in angry concern.
"Well fuck you too Fhimra!", Samual snapped indignantly.
"Please don't hurt her!", Fhimra begged him.
"She has no safe word, I'll hurt her if I want to!", Samual snapped.
"I suppose that's fair enough then.", Octavia conceded, knowing the rules.
"Shut up idiot, no one asked for your opinion!", Mistress Torture (the 3rd purely Dominatrix apprentice) shouted at Octavia harshly, and spanked her bottom hard!
"Please don't KILL her or PERMANENTLY injure her!", Fhimra amended begging Samual as Octavia was spanked.
"I won't kill my beloved tickle torture toy betrothed, she is for tickling and fucking, not death and mutilation!", Samual exclaimed, sounding insulted at the suggestion.
The other women all gasped in relief.
"You promise babe?", Mistress Agony asked hopefully.
"I would have killed or mutilated you already if I intended to. You are to be my beautiful tickle slave wife with insanely ticklish armpits, you will be tickled every day forever, punished with temporary non-injurious pain when necessary for your obedience, but never killed or injured my darling.", Samual reassured cruelly.
"I'm not a slave, I'm a free woman.", Mistress Agony protested.
"I mean slave in the sex role sense, not a chattel slave. You will play the role of my tickle slave and in return I will marry you.", Samual reassured her.
"I want to be able to switch, I want to be able to dominate you as well.", Mistress Agony negotiated.
"I am not so foolish. The blood curse will bind me to your will if I ever truly submit myself to you. I will let you inflict pleasures on me on occasion, but I shall remain the dominant partner at all times.", Samual insisted.
"I, I think you would enjoy the torments I can give you babe.", Mistress Agony offered.
"Indeed I shall enjoy every pleasure you can give me, but I will not submit to you. I will be the dominant partner and you shall be my tickle slave with no safe word who never says no to sex. This is not negotiable.", Samual said firmly.
"I would like some limits and negotiating power.", Mistress Agony requested.
"I already promised not to kill or injure you. What else do you require?", Samual asked incredulously.
"I would like to make a submission contract with you, with safety guarantees and limits and mutual binding obligations. I already agree in advance to tickling and sex with no safe word as you demand, but I want a written contract.", Mistress Agony requested sincerely.
"I am not in the mood for that now, I am horny and irritated. Before we wed you will have your contract, but I expect and demand that your limits be few and my obligations be fewer!", Samual said impatiently, grabbing Mistress Agony and tickling her armpits with his armoured fingers.
"You are hurting me!, Not in the power armour!, You will break my ribs!", Mistress Agony screamed in agony.
Samual didn't stop and there was a sickening CRACK sound, and Mistress Agony screamed piercingly!
The other apprentices and Fhimra were now attacking Samual with whatever driftwood branches they could find on the beach, making him snarl and pull out a bolt pistol from where it had been magnetically attached to the upper leg plate of his power armour!
The women screamed and backed off dropping their sticks in terror, and Octavia frantically jumped in front of them all like a human shield!
"I am VERY expensive to pay for if you shoot me!", Octavia screamed at him, desperately shielding all the other women (except Mistress Agony) behind her as much as possible.
"Get behind me get behind me!", Octavia told the women frantically as Samual snarled with psychotic rage!
The women all huddled behind Octavia in a long line, keeping as much of themselves behind her as possible.
"I cost Owner Wendy OVER a billion script!, Can you afford to pay for me if you shoot me?!", Octavia shrilly warned Samual.
"I don't have a billion script…", Samual reluctantly admitted.
"Then you had better put the gun down.", Octavia urged.
"Or I could just go around you.", Samual said, and easily walked right up to Octavia so that he had clear line of sight directly over her body at the others!
"OWNER WENDY!, SAMUAL SEVENSON IS MURDERING THE APPRENTICES AND FHIMRA!", Octavia screamed at the top of her lungs.
"WHAT!?", The voice of Owner Wendy roared from the tent town.
"You little snitch!", Samual snarled, punching Octavia in the left breast so hard that her silicone implant exploded out the side in a splatter of yellow fat and clear silicon gel!
Octavia screamed with orgasmic pain, looking down at her disturbingly deflated breast, with a huge hole in the side with yellow fat oozing out!
Octavia frantically collected all of her wayward breast fat from the sand and tried to push it back in (with a lot of sand contamination as well), and Owner Wendy appeared at the scene with blurring speed!
"Drop your weapon and get on your hands and knees and do not move until I tell you Samual!", Owner Wendy snarled with authority.
Samual obeyed without hesitation, bound by the blood curse to obey Owner Wendy, he dropped his weapon and got down on his hands and knees and remained absolutely still until given permission to move again.
With Samual subdued Owner Wendy frantically fussed over Octavia and the others, finding both Octavia and Mistress Agony to be injured and finding the rest to be unharmed but terrified.
Owner Wendy called for immediate medical attention, and then she turned her attention to Samual.
"I am EXTREMELY busy right now, but it goes without saying that WHEN I find the time I will be MERCILESS in punishing you submissive slave!", Owner Wendy snarled at Samual with daemonic rage.
"Yes Mistress Wendy.", Samual said with complete programmed submission.
"In the meantime you will be paying for ALL the medical expenses to fix MY tickle slave, as well as ALL the medical expenses to give Mistress Agony the BEST care possible!", Owner Wendy dominantly demanded.
"Yes Mistress Wendy, though I might not be able to afford it.", Samual submissively replied.
"Oh you WILL afford it!, I don't care if you have to borrow money from a loan shark at 100 percent interest per year, you WILL pay for the treatment!", Owner Wendy said severely.
Medics were arriving on the beach now, and the sand was picked through for everything that had come out of Octavia's burst boob. Octavia and Mistress Agony were examined and taken to a hospital tent for immediate treatment, with Owner Wendy and the others following.
Samual was left behind on his hands and knees on the sand, completely still until Mistress Wendy deigned to return to give him permission to move again. He might be waiting a long time…
***…
Mistress Lash was extremely concerned as she watched surgeons remove a worrying amount of sand from Octavia's ruptured breast, the stupid woman had tried to put the sandy fat back in her deflated breast with horrible results.
Octavia was lucky to be alive according to the doctors. According to the doctors the punch that Samual had thrown would have lethally caved in the chest of a normal woman, but Octavia's breast had been so huge and massive and spongy that it had absorbed the entire blow without harm to her ribs, the breast implant exploding from the force!
Samual Sevenson was in for a world of hurt when Wendy found the time, she couldn't KILL him for this but she could certainly inflict terrible punishments on him. His exact punishment would be decided later.
Mistress Lash's apprentice Mistress Agony was currently in surgery getting pins in the broken ribs at her armpits, having been literally tickled so forcefully that it broke her ribs under her arms!
Mistress Lash was naturally very protective of her apprentice pupil, having dutifully trained this 20 year old woman for two years as her apprentice ever since the day she turned 18. The professional Dominatrix profession was as highly skilled and knowledge based as any traditional trade, requiring formal apprenticeships to get the hands on experience and skills and theoretical knowledge to be able to do anything a client might request.
In a predominantly Slaanesh worshipping fleet in particular it was absolutely essential for professional Dominatrices to be formally trained in apprenticeships, as the Slaaneshi perfectionists had extremely high expectations to meet their impossible demands for perfect fulfilment of whatever fetish they had.
The Lee Family Geisha Dominatrix Clan Guild groomed their girls from birth to be Dominatrices, their entire childhoods and teenage years preparing and educating them, with the apprenticeship at the end of their teens and into their early twenties perfecting all of this training and grooming to a razor sharp professional excellence. These Dominatrices could do anything at all, any kind of bondage no matter how elaborate, any kind of torture or domination, such experts in their craft that even Wendy Sevenson herself deemed them worthy of repeatedly marrying these Lee family women.
As a Lee family mentor it was hard to overstate the intimate bond between Mistress Lash and her apprentices, an apprentice was like a dear daughter that you painstakingly taught everything you knew. An apprentice trusted a mentor completely, the mentor was her guide, her educator, as intimate as a mother in a way. Apprentices usually stayed in lifelong contact with their mentors even after they graduated, the years together building a bond that was extremely strong.
All this being the case, Mistress Lash was concerned in the extreme about the engagement between her apprentice Mistress Agony and the psychopathic Samual Sevenson.
Mistress Lash had had private concerns from the start, and she had privately advised Mistress Agony to be careful. But she had still understood that it was Mistress Agony's decision to make for herself.
Mistress Agony was an extremely promising young Dominatrix, but she was also highly ambitious and greedy. She had an insatiable appetite for material gain and privileged position, and she was ruthless enough to go to any lengths to gain these things.
But Mistress Agony had bit off more than she could chew, becoming engaged to a diagnosed callous psychopath who had just broken several of her bones. Mistress Agony was in terrible danger if this relationship continued the way it was going.
Mistress Agony had tried to reassure Mistress Lash that Samual was a tickling fetishist, explaining (usually) correctly that tickle freaks were not sexually violent, doing nothing worse than tickling. Mistress Agony had famously ticklish armpits, which attracted Samual, and she spent hours in bondage most nights having her armpits tickled by Samual, but with Samual naked at these times rather than in his power armour.
Mistress Agony had tolerated this excessive tickling because she was so ruthlessly greedy, and she had tried to convince Mistress Lash that she was safe and that it was "only tickling". Mistress Lash now understood that even tickling could be deadly when the tickler was a space marine in power armour strong enough to break bones by accident!
Mistress Lash was concerned but also angry, so terribly angry. Mistress Agony was so dear to her and she had put herself in such terrible danger!
Mistress Lash brooded as the surgeries continued, the other apprentices equally stoic as they watched Mistress Agony getting her ribs pinned and Octavia getting her boob fat cleaned of sand and her huge silicone implant replaced. No one had died this time, but it might not be so nonfatal NEXT time Samual went berserk!
"They HAVE to break up after this, I won't let Agony go back to that psychopath!", Mistress Thorn said eventually, breaking the long silence.
"Absolutely!", The previously silent Fhimra agreed without hesitation.
The other apprentices said various words of agreement that Mistress Agony should leave Samual.
"I agree.", Mistress Lash sighed.
This madness had to end.
***…