Chapter 52H
Octavia pouted unhappily as she tried yet again to scratch at the stitches crisscrossing the sides of her huge left breast, trying in vain to shift the clear plastic open fronted cone thing that kept her from scratching the stitches!
Octavia was completely topless but for a thing that Fhimra jokingly called "the cone of shame", a clear plastic cone that followed exactly the same principle as one of those cones you put around the neck of an animal to stop it scratching open stitches on its head, the only difference being that this cone was around her left breast and was shaped with a half breast shaped indent at the bit that had to fit between her breasts so that the other one wasn't in the way of the cone.
The cone of shame was very firmly held to Octavia's chest by an elaborate padded harness with a stainless steel padlock at the back to lock it firmly to her body, and the huge breast itself made it impossible to shimmy the cone harness up or down her chest as the boob in the cone was the flesh equivalent of an immovable tree trunk!
Octavia tried yet again to reach around inside the cone of shame from the front to get her hand to her breast, but the plastic cone stuck out too far and the cone plastic was so thick and stiff that it wouldn't bend when she pushed on it, the plastic surprisingly hard!
Octavia tried to get her fingers under the cone at the padded plastic base, but the padded harness fabric itself was deliberately designed to prevent her from even getting at the base of the cone, tight strong fabric hard against her chest all around the sides of the base of the cone like an exposed midriff (exposed boob) shirt that was too tight to get her hands under at the edges!
Octavia's other breast was bare, fitting snugly into the deliberately shaped (huge) indent in the side of the cone, the harness shirt having a hole just big enough to let this tit hang out, and Octavia put her fingers between her breasts at this breast, desperately trying to get under the cone of shame to scratch her stitches.
With triumph Octavia managed to get part of a fingernail just under the cone between her breasts, and she tried desperately to get the rest of her finger under the cone base to scratch, levering the side of the open cone front against a tree to try to make the gap bigger for her finger…
An agonising electric shock suddenly zapped Octavia's bare neck skin from the boxy machine bit of the "electroshock training collar" padlocked around her neck!, Octavia screamed in terror, having an irrational fear of electric shocks, dropping to the ground clutching the collar desperately!
"The cone harness has an anti-tampering sensor mechanism that will wirelessly activate the electroshock collar anytime you tamper with the harness to get a finger under the cone.", Mistress Blade the apprentice Dominatrix laughed cruelly from where she stood nearby binding an eagerly willing local Slaanesh woman to another tree as training practice.
"But that's mean!", Octavia pouted unhappily.
"You are lucky to even have a tit left!, If you scratch the stitches open then it won't heal properly.", Mistress Blade warned dominantly.
Octavia was currently wearing a sexy C string bikini bottom and sandals, as well as her cone of shame, standing among the trees next to a pool in the tent town on the resort grounds. The rest of the group was scattered around, with Fhimra currently sitting in a pool chair reading a HUGE big book called "Sword Class Frigate Standard Template Construct Printout", apparently a book about knives and swords.
Octavia walked over to the bikini clad Fhimra, accidentally knocking the huge book from her hands with the cone of shame, and Fhimra picked up her book as Octavia awkwardly sat beside her right side in the pool chair.
Fhimra kissed Octavia on the lips fondly in greeting and then looked through the clear plastic of the cone of shame at the mass of stitches.
"I'm so thankful that they were able to repair the damage, you have SO many stitches!", Fhimra said thankfully at the huge maze of lines of stitches over the jagged rupture hole.
"It's SO itchy!", Octavia whimpered tragically.
"I'm not surprised, given how much sand you put in that hole!, The surgeons probably have to go in again after you heal to remove any sand they missed in there.", Fhimra exclaimed sympathetically.
"Will it stop itching?", Octavia asked hopefully.
"Eventually it will, you just need to let it heal. You still need more plastic surgery to remove any scars too, your breast took horrible damage.", Fhimra coaxed.
"I only want to scratch it a little bit to stop it itching!", Octavia whimpered.
"I love you Octavia, but I will be the first to agree that you need that cone of shame, you have no self control not to scratch and you know it.", Fhimra said seriously.
Octavia pouted at this and got defensive.
Octavia turned her attention to Fhimra's open book, getting distracted by a big colourful picture of something weird looking.
"What IS that thing?", Octavia asked.
"That's a Proton-Boron fuelled fusion reactor, see how it's different from the Deuterium fusion reactors on the Nightmare Asylum?, These things here are proton particle beam projectors and these ones are boron particle beam projectors, they fire in opposing directions to help them smash into each other when they reach this plasma containment blah blah blah, incomprehensible science gobbledygook blah blah blah blah.", Fhimra happily rambled.
"What the FUCK are you talking about Fhimra?", Octavia exclaimed in bewilderment.
"The Sword class Frigate is designed to be as low maintenance as possible so they use Protons fused with Boron-11 atoms for their nuclear fusion fuel. Proton-Boron fusion produces almost no neutrons whatsoever, so the reactor doesn't suffer decay from neutron exposure. Makes it much MUCH lower maintenance, but it needs a much MUCH bigger reactor to get the extra temperature and plasma density needed for Proton-Boron fusion. Of course, a Proton-Boron fusion reactor can by definition EASILY run on Helium-3-Helium-3 fusion at much higher performance without neutrons as well, but Helium-3 is a rarer fuel than Boron-11 and Protons so it was designed to run on either fuel.", Fhimra 'explained'.
(Note, I know that the Imperium has Helium-3 fusion reactors, I'm just guessing that they would have Proton-Boron-11 fusion too as this is the most highly studied type of aneutronic fusion in the modern world, as the fuel is dirt cheap and abundant compared to Helium-3 and types of Lithium based aneutronic fusion. Aneutronic fusion is attractive because it doesn't decay reactors with neutron bombardment, and of the Sword Frigates quote: "Its engines are powerful, yet simple enough to be maintained by an artificer with minimal training.[1] They are regarded as reliable even in extreme conditions.[2]". ONLY an aneutronic reactor could be this reliable and easy to maintain if we count the reactor as part of the engine.)
"I know you are speaking words but they don't mean ANYTHING Fhimra!", Octavia exclaimed, in a bad mood from her itchy stitches and cone of shame.
"(Sigh), It's the picture of the big reactor 'thingy' of a space ship.", Fhimra dumbed it right down.
"Why does a book about knives have something like that in it?", Octavia asked in confusion.
"Book about knives?", Fhimra asked in confusion.
"Well about swords, which are just big knives.", Octavia allowed.
"My dearest, this book is about Sword class FRIGATES, the big space ships, NOT about handheld swords or other blades.", Fhimra giggled.
"I thought it was a book about walling?", Octavia said in disappointment.
"Walling?", Fhimra asked in confusion.
"Walling, you know, that sword fighting with those masks.", Octavia explained.
"You mean FENCING?", Fhimra corrected.
"Fences are just a type of wall.", Octavia justified.
Fhimra exploded into giggles for some reason.
"You are absolutely adorable!", Fhimra giggled and kissed Octavia's lips lovingly.
"But WHY are you reading a book about knifey spoony forky whatever space things?", Octavia asked.
"I see you've played knifey spoony before.", Fhimra quipped in a weird accent, confusing Octavia.
"It's a Simpsons quote, the episode where they went to Australia.", Fhimra explained with a giggle, only confusing Octavia even more.
"I'm reading the book partially because it's interesting, and partially because it's a metaphor for everything that's wrong with humanity in this age of the universe. This ship design has been used since before even the Great Crusade ten thousand years ago, and it's still used today with only some slight modifications to make it more durable in combat. It was the most common escort Frigate of the Imperium ten thousand years ago and it's the most common escort Frigate in the Imperium now, not a new ship in ten THOUSAND years!, They have stagnated completely, they are so conservative that they have lost the ability to think anymore.", Fhimra rambled like a genius.
"Maybe it's just the perfect ship already?", Octavia suggested in confusion.
"It's a *reasonable* escort ship, has a good balance between armour and speed. The weapons systems are feeble against anything bigger than a fellow escort ship, but for a purely support escort ship that is still adequate. It's not that it's a BAD ship, it's the fact that it SHOULD have been replaced by newer ships a hundred times over by now!, The Tau Empire CONSTANTLY change the ships they build for their navy, they keep the old ones around in reserve roles like trading and convoy anti-piracy protection, but they replace the old models with new models all the time in their primary battle fleets. The Imperium has lost its ability to think new thoughts or innovate.", Fhimra elaborated.
Octavia scratched her head, trying to understand.
"Conservatism is intellectual cancer, being too stubborn to do new things and actively stopping those who DO attempt progress is why the Imperium is so stagnant. If Chaos could JUST stop fighting itself then we could EASILY win the long war, OUR tech priests attempt progress all the time, we could have WAY more advanced technology if the Khorne and Nurgle vandals could just STOP destroying stuff that the two productive gods produce!", Fhimra passionately said with feeling.
"Um?", Octavia said in confusion.
"In our collective civilisation worshipping the four chaos gods, the Tzeentch faction creates new knowledge and new possibilities, and the Slaanesh faction creates new art and new sensation, both sides make positive contributions and progress to make the galaxy BETTER. But then you have the OTHER two factions who just kill people and rot everything away, they make the galaxy WORSE and they are entirely negative and destructive. That is why in the Great Game the two positive creative gods Tzeentch and Slaanesh are each other's most common allies. Back in the OLD days before Slaanesh was born, poor Tzeentch had only Khorne and Nurgle as siblings and it was AWFUL!, They CONSTANTLY ganged up on Tzeentch and destroyed the things he made!, It is SO much better now that we have Slaanesh as a friend to balance things!", Fhimra explained dramatically.
"I can't imagine the world before Blessed Slaanesh existed, there would be so little tickling and no tickle hells for souls to spend paradise in!", Octavia said in horror at the mere thought!
"The Eldar certainly tickled each other for fun a LOT before the birth of Slaanesh, and among humans some couples did tickle bondage in private, but I doubt that the galaxy had human tickle slaves like us, at least far FAR fewer.", Fhimra said sadly.
"I'm glad I wasn't born back then.", Octavia said with a shudder.
"We live in the perfect time and place to live our best lives, I couldn't bear to not be a tickle slave with you, I'm completely hooked on tickle slavery.", Fhimra said gratefully.
Octavia tickled Fhimra's bare stomach, making her squeal with laughter and drop her book on her huge tits.
"As much as I love this, I'm currently having a tickle bondage break to read my book. I was just let out of my tickle bondage ten minutes ago.", Fhimra giggled.
Octavia didn't stop squeezing her tummy, dominantly reminding Fhimra that she didn't have a safe word.
Fhimra laughed hysterically and submissively accepted Octavia's dominant decision, putting down the book on the ground and submitting to Octavia's tickles.
Octavia rolled over to get more comfortable tickling Fhimra, but the cone of shame got in the way, smacking into Fhimra's bikini covered J cups!
Octavia grumpily got up and straddled Fhimra's hips in the pool chair, the cone of shame not in the way now, and she tickled the submissive Fhimra on her stripy slender belly with energetic probing of both thumbs into the ticklish flesh, making Fhimra explode with hard laughter.
Fhimra was so submissive that she didn't even try to use her own hands to defend herself, holding her arms above her head gripping the top of the chair with all her strength to keep herself from pulling her arms down, her face laughing hard but looking pleasured by her tickling.
Octavia then got itchy again and angrily struggled to get at her breast in the cone of shame, cursing as she couldn't reach the maddening itch!
Fhimra giggled at Octavia's efforts, finding it funny, and Octavia crossly tickled her again to give her something to giggle about, making her squeal.
Octavia tried to keep tickling Fhimra but the itch in her breast was too distracting, and Octavia stopped again to try to scratch!
"You poor thing.", Fhimra said sympathetically.
"Could you please scratch it for me?", Octavia begged hopefully.
"Owner Wendy and Mistress Lash both VERY strictly ordered me not to.", Fhimra reminded Octavia apologetically.
"I know you have to do as they say, but I'm SO itchy!", Octavia whimpered.
Fhimra poked Octavia in the tummy to cheer her up, making her squeal in ticklish delight.
"I could tie you to something and take your mind off it.", Fhimra offered naughtily.
Octavia nodded enthusiastically and Fhimra borrowed some ropes from Mistress Blade.
Fhimra took Octavia under a tree with sturdy overhanging branches, and then she threw one end of the rope over a branch and tied Octavia's wrists together above her head with the other end. Fhimra then pulled down on the rope over the branch until Octavia's arms were stretched up as much as possible with her feet still on the ground.
Fhimra tied off the rope to the tree trunk under tension, and used a second rope to loosely bind Octavia's ankles together with a bit of slack so that she could walk very slightly but not kick. Fhimra then grinned mischievously and rubbed her hands together, stepping out of view behind Octavia.
Octavia could feel her wrists bound high above her head, the cone of shame harness covering some of her ribs but leaving her armpits completely exposed and tingling with terrible wonderful anticipation…
Hands caressed Octavia's tingling armpits from behind as expected, the soft touch tickling SO brutally HARD on Octavia's supernaturally ticklish armpits!
Laughter was forced out of Octavia with unstoppable power, the woman so INSANELY ticklish that not laughing from armpit stroking was simply IMPOSSIBLE!
Octavia's entire body reacted to the sensation, wiggling and squirming reflexively, her small feminine biceps tugging hard and futilely on the rope binding her wrists, muscles throughout her body thrashing in soft spasms from the sheer supernatural intensity of the tickle. Any normal woman less masochistic than Octavia would be crying her eyes out and wetting herself from just the first twenty seconds, Octavia's body altered by Slaanesh to be ever more ticklish over time to keep up with her constant acclimatisation to extremes of tickling.
A very small part deep inside Octavia was screaming in hellish torment, feeling the raw undiluted power of the tickle without any pleasure from it, but the super majority of Octavia's psyche felt incredible pleasure from the sensation. Octavia HATED being tickled but she a million times more LOVED being tickled, it was SO intense and it WAS torture, but it was a GOOD type of torture!
Octavia was so supernaturally sensitive to tickling that it was like a completely new primary sense for her. The simple word "tickle" no more did justice to all the different things she sensed than the word "see" did justice to the millions of different things an eye could see. Octavia was so ticklish that she could sense a plethora of different types of ticklish sensations, different flavours, different colours, different sounds. The slightest variation in how she was stroked or squeezed was like a different note in a symphony, every time she was tickled she experienced a new symphony of different notes in different orders, different tones and pitches, so much information flooding her laughing brain.
At the moment the armpits were being stroked softly and very irregularly in speed and rhythm and exact location, and Octavia could clearly sense every slightest variation in the tickling as vividly as the eyes could sense different colours. Octavia's brain savoured this wealth of sensory detail, adding flavour to her torturous pleasure, her mind filled with artificial happiness that made sadness impossible.
Fhimra was not a very skilled or experienced tickler, lacking the sadistic focus to learn these skills as intensely as a tickle sadist would, but Octavia was so ticklish that even the most mediocre tickler could EASILY tickle her to howling laughter.
Octavia's laughing face was forcibly split by a grin, her eyes streaming tickled tears of laughter, the sensation completely overwhelming her and holding her captive.
Octavia's pussy was wet in moments, always turned on by tickling more extremely than any other source of lust, and her body language became sexually receptive in the extreme even as she cackled and thrashed about.
Fhimra's fingers on Octavia's armpits were merciless, and Octavia was soon completely lost in the orgasmic pleasure of the tickling, her body squirming and mouth laughing hysterically but her mind disengaged in a pleasure high like some wonderful drug.
The colour of the tickling changed, her sides being energetically squeezed now, and Octavia stirred slightly in her pleasure haze to better savour this new symphony of torture and howling laughter.
Octavia laughed orgasmically as Fhimra played with her ticklish body, every slightest touch evoking extremes of laughter while giving a different flavour to the energetic experience. Octavia was sweaty in the tropical heat, her body hot from the tickling and squirming, and Fhimra slid her hands all over this sweat slippery skin from behind.
Fhimra was getting horny now, holding Octavia erotically from behind and licking the side of her laughing face as fingertips gently dug into her supple torso skin. Octavia turned her hard laughing face to kiss Fhimra passionately even as she laughed, and Fhimra hungrily returned the kiss passionately.
Fhimra's hands were now down slipping aside Octavia's skimpy C string to expose and tickle her (literally) dripping wet vulva, Octavia giggling as her wet pussy folds were caressed ticklishly but also feeling the hard kick of pleasure from this erogenous zone being stimulated.
Octavia kept passionately kissing Fhimra as she put her tickling fingers inside Octavia's clean shaven slimy wet mess, the laughter gradually transforming into sexual moaning as the pleasure grew.
Octavia closed her eyes and moaned deeply as the pleasure peaked to dizzyingly high orgasm, the orgasm not stopping but immediately becoming a second orgasm, then a third, then an unbroken plateau of pleasure right at the stratospheric orgasmic sweet spot!
Octavia basked in this perfect pleasure, her face grimaced and voice moaning out every breath, in heaven.
"No fuck off!, No men!", Fhimra was suddenly shouting angrily, Octavia so orgasmic that she barely heard the words.
"Our Owner is a SEVENSON, we are privately owned pleasure slaves!, I'm warning you not to touch Sevenson property!", Fhimra yelled.
Octavia opened her eyes to see a huge crowd of obese men with erections surrounding them lustfully, only fear of punishment keeping them barely two meters away.
"Our Owner skins men alive and makes art with their skinned corpses!", Fhimra warned desperately.
Much of the crowd paused at this warning, pulling back defensively, but others were not so wise and eagerly grabbed both women.
An instant later men exploded in rags of meat and bone from combi-bolter rounds exploding inside their bodies a split second after penetration!
The sound of gunfire was terrible, the double BOOM BOOM BOOM of a rapidly firing combi-bolter firing two barrels at the same time!
Octavia and Fhimra were both showered with blood and gore as every man touching them was ripped apart, both women exclaiming in pain as very light shrapnel and bone fragments nicked their skin, the concussive force of the blasts also orgasmically painful!
The crowd of surviving men fled for their lives, and Octavia awkwardly walked on the spot in a circle with her bound feet until she saw a nine foot tall figure in Night Lord terminator armour, the figure holding a smoking twin barrelled combi-bolter with swinging ammunition belts hanging below it.
The figure wore no helmet, and Octavia instantly recognised the face of Chaos Lord Luke Sevenson, his face unreadable.
"Hi Lukey!", Octavia squealed excitedly and tried to go to him before realising that she was still bound.
Fhimra was just trembling in shock covered in gore.
"Hello ladies. Those men will not bother you again.", Luke replied fondly, walking towards the pair.
Fhimra recovered and frantically wiped off gore and called for medical attention at the discovery of her shrapnel wounds.
Luke chuckled and walked right up to the pair, Octavia tugging on her ropes trying to get free to give him a cuddle.
"I brought you a present.", Luke said fondly and pulled a long bird feather from a belt pouch at his waist. Luke then playfully used the feather to stroke Octavia's blood spattered armpit!
Octavia squealed with ticklish laughter and squirmed in her bonds, thrilling with pleasure.
"I love this present!", Octavia laughed happily, enjoying the touch of the feather.
Luke kept tickling her with the feather absentmindedly, but he focused his attention on Octavia's breast stitches. Luke snarled hatefully at the sight of these injuries on Octavia.
It was no secret to anyone that Luke was "secretly" in love with Octavia, and he could be surprisingly protective of this tickle slave crush. His wife TigerLily was forever putting a stop to Luke's attempts to act on this love, and her legendary jealousy of Octavia was a powerful deterrent to keep the two from getting too intimate with each other.
Luke loved Octavia, and Octavia had very complicated feelings towards Luke, and the sight of Octavia being injured was clearly enraging him.
"If I had been present none of this would have happened. I would have beaten that cur to the sand!", Luke snarled protectively.
Octavia kissed his feather holding hand fondly at these tender words, feeling cherished.
Luke continued to feather her armpit with great gentleness as he whispered tender nothings to Octavia with a possessive smile, and Octavia basked in this wonderful dominant attention blissfully.
Fhimra was making jealous noises now, and Luke chuckled at her, turning his face to her.
"I'm not stealing your bride little one, I fully intend to attend your wedding after all. I will just borrow your bride on occasion.", Luke chuckled at Fhimra.
Octavia giggled at these words, making Fhimra get even more jealous.
Medics were arriving now and Luke tickled Octavia's face with the feather playfully as her bound body was inspected and treated for shrapnel damage.
Octavia giggled in delight from this treatment, being untied by the medics and taken to hospital, with Luke following implacably and entertaining her with the feather.
Octavia and Fhimra were soon joined in the hospital tent by the entire household and all the apprentices, and Owner Wendy angrily roused on Luke for the shrapnel but thanked him for rescuing them from rapists.
"I will protect Octavia for the rest of her stay here.", Luke promised huskily.
"Practicing getting women pregnant is not the traditional definition of protection.", Owner Wendy retorted cheekily.
"I only fuck Octavia when she consents (now).", Luke playfully promised.
"She ALWAYS consents to sex my dear brother.", Wendy replied with amusement.
"Well then it's not a problem.", Luke playfully replied.
"If you stay with us, you will be submissive to us.", Owner Wendy said with a mischievous grin.
"Submissive to who exactly?", Luke asked seriously.
"To me, Mistress Lash, the six apprentices, to Octavia and to Fhimra. You will be our big submissive bitch and you are welcome to stay.", Owner Wendy said gleefully.
"Only on the condition that you women in turn visit me at some time and submit to me for a time.", Luke said hungrily.
The Dominatrices and Fhimra all energetically declined this offer, but Octavia and Owner Wendy eagerly agreed, (with Mistress Lash's reluctant permission under conditions).
"Well since the two of you are the only ones willing to take it in return, only the two of you get to dominate me here.", Luke demanded.
"They have to do what we say anyway.", Mistress Torture chuckled.
"I'm willing to play.", Luke said lustfully, tickling Octavia's nose with the feather again.
"This is going to be SO fun!", Octavia said jubilantly.
***…
"Round and round the garden, like a teddy bear, one step, two steps… Tickle you under there!", Octavia sang mischievously as Luke chuckled ticklishly.
The pair of them were sitting on the beach, both naked but for Octavia's cone of shame. Fhimra was currently buried in the sand laughing as Octavia tickled her feet poking out of the huge damp sand castle right next to Octavia and Luke, and Luke himself was sitting submissively, unbound but letting Octavia play with his body any way she wished.
The apprentice Dominatrices were around but wary of getting too close to Luke, and they made a point of visiting periodically to check on the two tickle slaves and tickle them for a while, but they left quickly each time, uncomfortable around Luke even when he was acting submissive.
Mistress Lash was braver but she was currently teaching her apprentices to do "cock and ball torture" on men who had eagerly volunteered, the apprentices learning in shifts three at a time so that three were always available to supervise the tickle slaves. Normally the tickle slaves themselves were used as torture toys for Mistress Lash to teach the apprentices with, but as they didn't have the appropriate genitalia this time they were spared.
Owner Wendy was busy working of course, leaving Octavia to have her fun as an "honorary Dominatrix" over Luke and Fhimra.
It was currently daytime and extremely bright, but Luke had a chaos gift that protected his Night Lord eyes. His eyes were currently covered with supernatural black mist that reduced the light so he could see in comfort.
Octavia had a playful smile on her face as she played endless tickling games of "round and round the garden" on Luke, the huge Astartes absolutely intimidatingly large compared to the physically 19 year old girl Octavia. Octavia wasn't scared at all, and she gleefully made the mighty Luke chuckle with her endless tickling games.
Luke currently had a huge erection over Octavia as he sat cross legged and naked on the sand with her, the adorable giggling Octavia giving endless playful tickles that made him chuckle and laugh, Luke a surprisingly ticklish man if you could only find his sensitive spots.
Octavia mischievously reached her soft feminine hand under his balls and stroked the line between his balls, instantly making him shift in discomfort and start to laugh. Octavia grinned with an adorable sadistic smile and kept expertly stroking this extremely ticklish spot of Luke's, and he laughed hard and struggled not to defend himself, holding up a hand to her pleadingly for mercy, his erect penis weeping pre-cum in arousal.
Octavia was a merciless sadistic tickle freak, and she just kept playing with his balls, making him go crazy and laugh desperately.
Luke was a switch and he enjoyed submitting to women as much as he enjoyed dominating women, and he was particularly fond of getting his balls tickled by dominant women. Luke was tormented by Octavia, but his erection was HUGE from what she was doing to him, obviously enjoying it.
Octavia continued playing "round and round the garden" on his erect penis.
"Round and round the garden, like a teddy bear", Octavia sang childishly, circling a stroking fingertip on the glans of his stiff penis.
Octavia then walked her fingers down his erect shaft: "One step… Two steps…"
"Tickle you under there!", Octavia's hand suddenly darted under his balls to stroke them again, the anticipation and surprise timing making Luke even more ticklish.
Octavia's other hand was absentmindedly using the feather on the hysterically laughing Fhimra's toes, the feet squirming frantically from where they poked out of the sandcastle, with Fhimra's hard laughter coming from her head out of view poking out of the other side of the sandcastle.
"I could do this forever.", Octavia giggled mischievously, tickling both her playmates to hard laughter.
Luke was thumping the sand with his balled fist, his other hand raised open to her in a coy plea for mercy, trying with all his strength not to move to stop her tickling his balls. Luke wasn't enslaved by the Sevenson blood curse like his battle brothers, Octavia had no power over him to make him obey her, he was simply choosing to.
Octavia played yet another game of "round and round the garden" on his penis and testicles, and Luke breathed hard at the touch of her soft finger on the head of his engorged member.
The huge Astartes looked down at the beautiful Octavia playfully tickling his private parts, his face grimacing with desire and deep pleasure, and he snarled like a predatory beast, white ejaculate exploding out below her teasing fingertip to completely shower Octavia in sticky white ropes of his male seed.
Octavia giggled in delight at this development, licking some of the delicious slightly salty mess, and she tried to replicate the event with her teasing tickling soft touch.
Luke was gazing at Octavia with intense hungry desire, and also with a twisted sort of love. Luke LOVED her, and she knew that he loved her, and he knew she knew he loved her. He had come down here to neglect his family and other duties to personally protect Octavia from any further harm because he loved her.
The huge naked Astartes was a brutal killer and a rapist of women, a monster and a nightmare who mutilated people for fun. He was dangerous and partially psychopathic, but to Octavia he was gentle and tender, soothed by her presence and deeply fascinated by the playful young creature.
Octavia could see his massive slabs of muscle, the outline of his black carapace gene seed organ, the metal port sockets in his hard muscular flesh, the man so big that she was entirely in his shadow. Luke could crush her like a bug, but Octavia felt completely safe, sensing his intense love and affection for her.
"Round and round the garden, like a teddy bear.", Octavia sang adorably, playing her fingertip over the head of his semen covered erect penis.
Luke laughed ticklishly as she tickled his balls again, his huge body tensing not to move.
Octavia stopped tickling the toes of the hysterically laughing Fhimra in the sandcastle to pounce on Luke, tickling at his hard muscular body mischievously, making his erection harder than ever as he laughed and squirmed slightly.
"Hands on your head submissive.", Octavia ordered playfully.
"Yes Mistress Octavia.", Luke chuckled obediently, raising his massive arms and holding his hands on his head.
Octavia gleefully stood up and played with his huge slightly hairy armpits, making him chuckle and fidget ticklishly.
"I'm shaving these tonight when I tickle you clean.", Octavia informed Luke, touching his armpit hair distastefully.
Luke nodded wincing ticklishly from her touch, and Octavia continued to playfully explore his body as he kept his hands (only just) on his head.
"I am hard as a stone.", Luke hissed, and Octavia looked down to see his penis as stiff as it could get.
Octavia tried to bend down to suck it, but her cone of shame got in the way!
Octavia tutted in annoyance as she was unable to comfortably get her mouth over his huge dick.
Luke helpfully stood without permission, spreading his legs out in a squat with his penis presented to her, hands still on his head.
Octavia crouched down slightly, putting the cone of shame under his spread legs to get her face to his penis, but his member was TOO LONG for even THIS to work properly!, Octavia could get her mouth to his shaft easily enough, but when she tried to lift her mouth up to suck the head the blasted cone of shame got caught under his balls and between his legs!
Octavia tried desperately to get her mouth high enough but his well endowed space marine genitalia was too long to reach!
Octavia tried grabbing the penis and pulling down with all her might, but the erection was so big and so stiff that Octavia was only pulling herself up without bending it down enough to get it in her mouth!
"Let me take my hands off my head to help you Mistress.", Luke offered frantically with lust.
Octavia nodded and Luke used his own strong hands to bend his member down until Octavia could reach it and she sucked the astonishingly large head greedily. The head barely fitted in her mouth but Octavia managed to get it right down her throat, Slaanesh having greatly reduced her gag reflex.
Luke moaned in ecstasy, and Octavia mischievously tickled his balls, making him laugh and lose his grip…
Octavia was catapulted up and into his chest upside down by the penis down her throat suddenly standing tall again!
Luke had desperately grabbed her and pulled her up before her neck could snap, and he frantically pulled her off and fussed over her anxiously.
Octavia was fine and she simply gave up sucking and gave him a "tickle job" with her stroking fingers on his member, making him first chuckle and snort, then roar with laughter as she tickled his balls with one hand.
Octavia was soon showered with yet more cum, and she resumed tickling Fhimra's toes with the feather for a while.
***…
Night Lord's Chaos Lord Luke Sevenson was hard as stone as he dutifully guarded Octavia in her tent that sleep period, absolutely hard as an iron rod.
Inside the tent were four naked women in one huge inflatable floor mattress bed, one his (admittedly gorgeous) sister Wendy and the other three two huge breasted tickle slaves and one beautiful slender geisha girlfriend, all of them playing as Luke watched in erect dismay without being invited to join!
"You are not allowed to get wet remember.", Lash the geisha girlfriend taunted his sister sadistically, the geisha's face currently between Wendy's legs.
Wendy looked completely tormented as her girlfriend resumed kissing and licking her vagina, tears in the corners of her eyes from the dismay of having to keep dry when impossibly aroused.
Octavia was currently laying on her back moaning as Wendy was made to finger her with one hand, her pussy gushing wet, and Fhimra was currently looking at Luke in extreme discomfort, laying on Wendy's other side also getting fingered by Wendy. The Tzeentch worshipper was wet despite her discomfort.
Luke just stood naked and watched, forced to stoop right down to fit in the tent, feeling almost as tormented as his sister just looking without touching.
Octavia was moaning with incredible volume, and Luke could hear the quickening pulse of men outside the tent, the maggots attracted by the sound and moving closer to investigate.
Some of the men were getting closer, attracted by the sounds. Lash was also moaning with exaggerated volume to torment Wendy now, and to those outside it sounded like only two women were having sex with each other in here.
Some of the men silently listened, some beating off, and Luke sneered but didn't react.
The women couldn't hear the men but Luke could hear their hearts and smell their stink, noting every odour to perhaps track down the culprits later.
For now Luke just silently watched the women play with his swollen rod of iron weeping pre-cum, admiring the exquisite beautiful creatures.
The torment of Wendy didn't last long, Wendy needing sleep, and she was denied any orgasm after all this taunting, making Wendy sob but also moan with masochistic torment.
Wendy and Lash kissed until they fell asleep very shortly, and Octavia drifted off soon afterwards.
Fhimra pretended to be asleep but Luke could hear her heartbeat and she was awake, she was trying to silently watch him with pretend closed eyes. Luke waved to Fhimra mockingly to let her know that she was fooling nobody and Fhimra opened her eyes in irritation.
"I wish you would go outside, I don't like men watching me sleep.", Fhimra whispered in annoyance and fear.
"Octavia ordered me to stay, so stay I shall.", Luke replied simply.
Fhimra snuggled closer to Octavia for comfort, the two tickle slaves always sleeping together at the end of their bed playtime regardless of their previous location in the bed. Fhimra tried to ignore Luke but she obviously couldn't sleep.
Luke just got as comfortable as he could and used his catalepsean node gene seed organ to remain awake while asleep at the same time, watching over his beloved Octavia like a dutiful bodyguard.
"You know tat you have a pissed off vife at home Masse'ter?", the psychic voice of Luke's wife TigerLily said in his mind, the voice sobbing slightly with jealous rage.
"We can tell Lash about it in therapy.", Luke thought back simply.
Angry sobbing filled his mind in reply.
"I'm not leaving you.", Luke soothed his crying wife.
"It es'still hurt'es Masse'ter!", TigerLily sobbed and stopped communicating.
Luke would have to get TigerLily some flowers and other gifts when he returned to her to soothe her.
"You can se'tick ta fel'lowerers up your ass Masse'ter!", TigerLily raged back in reply.
"I'm just playing.", Luke promised.
"Ta fates deman'ed tat you fuck tat sel'lut Masse'ter, but you're es'still a pig!", TigerLily sobbed.
"If it's fated then why are you getting mad with me?", Luke thought back.
"It es'still *hurt'es* Masse'ter!", TigerLily sobbed.
"I juss'ed vant you to know tat it hurt'es me Masse'ter, tat is all.", TigerLily finished sadly.
Luke nodded silently, understanding that he wasn't exactly husband of the year right now. He wasn't particularly proud of himself but he wasn't going to stop either.
Luke scratched at his freshly shaved armpits, Octavia having shaved his armpits in between doing hideously ticklish things to him while bathing him. Octavia was an intoxicating tickle freak who had done crazy things to him today, making him cum hard in ecstasy. She was an EXQUISITE woman with a true talent for making him cum.
"Okk'e'tavia dis, Okk'e'tavia tat!, Vy do you not jus'set MARRY Okk'e'tavia if Okk'e'tavia is so dam good!"
"You are being over dramatic…"
Luke grimaced slightly from the explosion of wifely outrage that filled his mind in response to this thought.
"Fim'er'rah is jus'set as jealous as I am!, Okk'e'tavia is NOT your vife!", TigerLily raged.
Luke sighed at this and drifted deeper into sleep just to get some fucking peace.
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