Chapter 54H
The jungle rang with the sounds of Astartes battle practice, as Night Lords and Spitting Vipers engaged in mock battle, with (relatively) harmless training paint rounds in their bolters and other weapons, soft padded training blades used in place of the more lethal traditional alternatives.
It was currently night in the extremely brief day-night cycles of the planet Autoclave, and the Night Lords were playing against an equal number of the Spitting Vipers in a Night Fighting exercise, trying to capture objective prisoners from each other.
The battle field was an area of jungle and lagoons, filled with bikini clad local civilian women and their babies and toddlers laying in their rope hammocks between the trees for added difficulty. At each end of the several kilometre long roughly square battle field was a crudely made wood and sand bag castle-like fortification building, representing the strongholds of the respective forces, and in a wooden room in the deepest part of each stronghold was a dungeon containing six tickle slaves from the other side, who were being mercilessly tickled for information by Dominatrices. The respective sides had to try to rescue their side's tickle slaves before they cracked under torture and gave up information they had memorised.
While armies typically used MUCH more brutal methods of torture than tickling to interrogate prisoners, for a training exercise this was fine, giving the slaves a motivation to talk without there being any deaths or injuries involved.
Octavia and Fhimra were both currently howling with laughter tied spread eagle with ropes to standing wooden X frames, as highly sadistic French chapter serf Dominatrices in bikinis tickled their bound naked bodies with incredible skill. The two tickle slaves were held in the dungeon room of the Spitting Vipers' wooden stronghold, with 4 other privately owned tickle slaves also being borrowed for the occasion from the Sevenson Fleet, these four also howling with laughter as French Dominatrices tickled them for information.
The Night Lords had six French tickle slaves held in a similar dungeon in their own stronghold, with Mistress Lash and her apprentices and some other Dominatrices trying to tickle them into revealing secret memorised information. Any side that had more tickle slaves spill their secrets before being rescued than the other side would lose the battle practice, so both sides were in a race against time to rescue their tickle slaves before they cracked.
The tickle slaves had each been given an easily memorised phrase that represented their secret information and acted as a safe word, both sides already knew the phrases but pretended that they didn't for the purpose of the training. The tickling would stop for a given tickle slave the moment she said her safe word phrase, tempting them to say it as the tickling was REALLY hard. The tickle slaves in turn were being bribed with offers of things they wanted if they didn't say their safe word phrases. (To prevent cheating both sides had vid-cameras set up in the dungeons to record every single second of what happened).
Octavia of course was in her element, no danger of her saying the safe word, (not least because she had probably already forgotten it), but Fhimra herself was less indestructible, even if she was tough by normal woman standards.
Fhimra was howling and screaming with laughter as a squadron of vagina dampeningly gorgeous French Dominatrices tickled her with expert skill in her most ticklish places!
"Tell us the information!", one of the gorgeous French things demanded in a wonderful French accent that made Fhimra even wetter.
Fhimra shook her hysterically laughing head, eyes streaming tickled tears, her armpits and tummy and ribs and sides and knees under constant energetic attack!
Fhimra was tickled half to death but she was so wet that she didn't want it to stop even without being bribed, her vagina like a lake right now.
Fhimra had been bribed with the promise of permission to buy herself any clothes she liked if she didn't say the safe word, an unimaginable privilege that Fhimra had been begging for forever since becoming a tickle slave. There was no way in hell that Fhimra would jeopardise this privilege by asking a group of utterly gorgeous Dominatrices to STOP tickling her so wonderfully!
Fhimra would have broken by now before becoming a tickle slave, but after months of tickling she was much more resilient, able to endure out of sheer habit and familiarity. She was being tickled as brutally hard as possible, the Dominatrices motivated to break her to win the training exercise, and Fhimra would eventually crack, but not yet.
The other tickle slaves in the dungeon were howling with laughter and thrashing in their X frames, but they had not broken yet either. The training exercise had started only ten minutes ago, as had the tickling, and the tickle slaves were holding strong so far.
Apart from Octavia the other tickle slaves were strangers to Fhimra. Two of them were squealing black women, one was an Asian woman crying tears of laughter, and the last one was a blonde haired white woman who was thrashing desperately and howling with laughter. All had slave brands on their shoulders and like Fhimra and Octavia the other four spent most of their lives in a tickling dungeon getting tickled, rarely let out.
Fhimra had briefly spoken to the four unfamiliar tickle slaves at the start before the tickling began, learning that they were all privately owned tickle slaves who had been tickle slaves for years even before the starvation years when the fleet was adrift, the two black tickle slaves belonged to the same owner, the Asian one and the white one each belonging to a different owner. The Night Lords had rented the use of these slaves from their owners specifically because they were seasoned and hard to crack with tickling, to give them the best possible advantage to buy themselves some time in the battle practice.
Octavia as mentioned would sooner be tickled to death than try to make it stop, meaning that the weakest tickle slave present was Fhimra herself!
Even worse, the French Dominatrices KNEW that Fhimra was the weakest link, and the biggest number of them were focusing on Fhimra to try to break her!
"You know you won't last. Give up now and save yourself from suffering.", One of the delicious French Dominatrices said in a gorgeous voice, the woman blonde haired with an elegant face.
"I love being tickled.", Fhimra squealed back cheekily, howling with laughter.
"I love being tickled too!", the other five tickle slaves agreed through their heavy laughter.
The French Dominatrices were irritated by this and redoubled their efforts to tickle the ever living shit out of the six slaves, making Fhimra wet herself heavily but not crack.
Fhimra just enjoyed her torment, driven mad but so incredibly wet from this. Her laughter was half scream, her eyes were streaming tears of laughter, she was thrashing like crazy, but she still masochistically enjoyed every unendurable second of this.
Fhimra had no idea what was going on out there in the battle practice, barely hearing anything over the deafening laughter filling the room, but she hoped that the Night Lords would come soon. Not TOO soon as this was SERIOUSLY sexy, but soon, before she could crack from her hard tickling.
Fhimra laughed hysterically for a LONG time, a REALLY long time. This rescue wasn't fast and the Dominatrices were MERCILESS in trying to break her before the rescue came!
Space marines suddenly entered the room and Fhimra surged with hope!
The space marines were Spitting Vipers and they held the six French tickle slaves as well as ALL the Night Lord side's Dominatrices!
"We won and we have MORE prisoners for information!", the leader of the Spitting Vipers said triumphantly!
Mistress Lash and her apprentices loudly protested as they were tied to additional X frames, begging desperately not to be tickled.
"Say the safe word.", The French Dominatrices taunted and gleefully began tickling all their armpits!
Mistress Lash squealed with laughter, as did the apprentices and other Dominatrices captured from the Night Lords, just ticklish women everywhere tied to X frames laughing hysterically.
"Don't say the safe word!, We MUST NOT lose!", Mistress Lash exclaimed to the others through her cackling laughter.
"We cracked one of the French tickle slaves into saying the safe word!, We just have to hold and we win!", Mistress Agony howled with laughter from French women tickling her armpits with their fingers.
The badly tickled Dommes resisted saying the safe words but they wouldn't last long. Fhimra herself still had one French Dominatrix tickling her armpits making her thrash and gasp with hard laughter, but the Dommes would crack before Fhimra did.
Gunfire erupted outside the room, and Spitting Vipers ran out to engage in a pretend firefight.
A Night Lord suddenly stormed the room and sprayed every woman inside with paint from a practice flamethrower that shot harmless paint!
The women all exclaimed in surprise as they were drenched in paint!
"The women are all dead now, we win!", The Night Lord with the flamer said triumphantly!
"That's not the victory criteria!", A Spitting Viper protested.
"One of your tickle slaves cracked and gave up her information phrase, none of ours did. All the women are dead now so no further information can be extracted, so we have our information and you have none!", The Night Lord said triumphantly!
"That's cheating!", A Spitting Viper protested.
"The rules clearly state that the women can be killed by weapons fire in this exercise, this is creative thinking.", The Night Lord laughed triumphantly!
The battle practice was halted now as both sides consulted the rules, the confused paint covered women left ignored.
"Bah!, You have the victory but this is dirty pool indeed!", the leader of the Spitting Vipers force snapped in resignation after a lot of furious debate over the rules.
Fhimra cheered in triumph, laughing at how sneaky the Night Lords had been in winning this game by a technicality. One of the French Dominatrices immediately resumed tickling Fhimra angrily!
The other French Dominatrices followed suit, angrily tickling all of their prisoners, saying that they were all dead and were now tickling them in hell!
The Dommes tried saying the safe words, but the French Dominatrices refused to stop saying that they were technically dead now, and Mistress Lash and her apprentices wet themselves one by one, the Night Lords not bothering to rescue them!
The French Dominatrices eventually stopped after a lot of begging, and untied all the women, and the group of paint covered women left the room, exiting the wooden stronghold as Night Lords congratulated each other on their underhanded victory.
The women walked through the jungle, stopping at a lagoon to wash the non permanent paint off themselves, passing many hammocks occupied by shell shocked looking local women.
"It's nice being out of our tickling dungeon and off the ship, we haven't left the ship in years.", One of the two black tickle slaves said thankfully, admiring the jungle all around her.
"I thought we would die without ever seeing a tree again.", The second Black tickle slave agreed gratefully.
Fhimra looked at the naked pair of tall gorgeous black women, both of them lusciously long legged and voluptuous yet slender, both with flowing long straight black hair, absolutely exquisite creatures who both looked to be in their mid to late twenties.
The two women held hands as they walked, occasionally kissing each other from time to time, and on their wedding ring fingers were each a pair of humble cheap rings symbolising engagement followed by marriage.
"You poor things, never getting out.", Fhimra said sympathetically.
"It has been hard sometimes, but at least we have each other.", One of the beautiful black women said, putting an arm around the other one.
"You are wives?", Fhimra asked curiously.
The pair nodded proudly, showing their rings.
"Married five years now, almost six but it's hard to tell in the warp. Two tickle slaves, happily married to each other.", One of them said happily.
Fhimra and Octavia showed them their own engagement rings, proudly saying that they were getting married as well.
"Owners like it when slaves marry slaves of the same Owner, it removes the option of freedom by marriage to a free person if a slave is married already.", One of the black wives chuckled with a sigh.
"Tickle slaves for life.", The other wife chuckled with a sigh.
"Tickle slaves for life.", Every other tickle slave including Octavia and Fhimra said in unison like a mantra, this phrase apparently drummed into all their heads by their Owners to make them more subdued or something.
"I wouldn't give it up for the world.", One of the black women said fondly, kissing her wife on the cheek.
"You are so lucky to have each other, my Owner won't buy a second tickle slave.", The Asian tickle slave said jealously.
"My dungeon had lots of other tickle slaves once, but they all died during the starvation years… They were killed and eaten… Only I survived, because I was the favourite…", the blonde white tickle slave said, looking slightly deranged with trauma as she said the words.
Fhimra gasped at this and tried to comfort her, but the woman insisted (unconvincingly) that she was fine, refusing any sympathy.
The French tickle slaves gave their own circumstances, all six of them coming from the same tickling dungeon and regularly rented out for porn or other purposes, tickle slaves who actually made a substantial profit for their Owners for a change.
The two married black tickle slaves, Sharmaine and Deborah, were by far the most psychologically healthy and all round successful in life right now, so the other tickle slaves found themselves congregating around the pair as they walked through the jungle.
"We don't get out, almost never, but we have made our dungeon really nice. Our Owner, First Lieutenant Ahmed Muhammad of the Iconoclast Destroyer "Midnight Stalker", he has a HUGE tickling fetish. He tickles us both for hours at the end of every shift, he is REALLY fond of us. But he also gives us gifts and little presents all the time, furniture, decorations, we have done up our own little crib that is really nice.", Sharmaine said happily.
"He is a big sweetie. He tickles us to DEATH, but he's also sweet to us when he's not doing that.", Deborah added with a laugh.
"His wife doesn't mind?", Fhimra asked curiously.
"He never married, never wants to. Religiously an eternal bachelor. He didn't even want to marry us his two tickle slaves, he didn't even hesitate to let us get married when we asked him.", Sharmaine said happily.
"How did you become tickle slaves?", Fhimra asked curiously.
"Slaves from birth, our home planet is, well it's a pirate base mostly, "Slut Drop" by name, pretty similar to Autoclave in principle but not as perfect in natural beauty. The pirates capture women, deposit them somewhere they can return to at their leisure to fuck all the women. They keep the kids, some are added to the pirate ranks but most are just slaves, used by the pirates or sold off to the highest bidder. We were both taken and sold to the Sevenson Cartel fleet.", Sharmaine explained.
"Ahmed Muhammad, just a baby junior officer back then with his first ever posting, well he had some money to buy slaves and he knew what he wanted. He didn't rush into anything, he took the time to interview lots of slave girls to find exactly what he wanted. He chose us because we are bisexual, are both SUPER ticklish, and most importantly because we both LOVE getting tickled!, He was happy, we was happy, at least happy enough. We got a gentle sweet owner who loves us, could've been MUCH worse than this.", Sharmaine elaborated.
"We were just teenagers back then, been a long time getting tickled every day. But we had fun, we were great friends back on Slut Drop even before we were sold, having your best friend with you makes even the tickling dungeon fun. The amount of times we were strapped in our X frames waiting for hours to get tickled, it would have been boring as hell alone but we would just talk for hours about the most random shit, we didn't even get bored once in those X frames.", Deborah added with a laugh at the memory.
"How did you fall in love?", Fhimra asked respectfully.
"Neither of us is even sure. We used to playfully tongue wrestle and stuff when we both licked Ahmed's cock at the same time, he loves getting oral from both of us after he tickles us half to death. (Then he fucks both of us but that's a different story). Anyway, we just got playful when giving head, first we tongue battled, then we eventually started kissing for fun as we gave head, then we kissed when we weren't giving head. Happened slow, till one day we are full on fucking and realise that we have become a couple.", Sharmaine said fondly, hugging the naked Deborah from behind tenderly and kissing her cheek lovingly as Deborah smiled and leaned into it romantically.
"I hope you weren't raped by your Owner.", Fhimra said darkly.
"Well, slavery is what it is, if the Owner wants sex the Owner GETS sex, if he wants to tickle us he GETS to tickle us, we don't exactly get the option of refusing him. But that said, he's actually a gentle sweetheart to us. I mean, he's a MEAN ASS tickler who knows all our WORST spots, but when he's not tickling the living shit out of us he's a very gentle lover, he makes the sweetest love to us.", Deborah explained with a chuckle and a smile.
"He gets the sex that is his due as our Owner, but he doesn't hit us if we refuse.", Sharmaine explained.
"He TICKLES us if we refuse though!", Deborah laughed uproariously as though this fucked up information was funny somehow.
"He tickles us anyway!", Sharmaine retorted with an uproarious laugh.
"No matter what we do we get the complete and utter shit tickled out of us.", Deborah laughed as though this was funny.
"What happens if you REALLY don't want sex, does he rape you?", Fhimra asked hesitantly.
"Like if we are sick or something?, He gets a doctor in to look at us and is REALLY sweet to us until we are better, full on breakfast in bed, pampering, just the sweetest most loving motherfucker alive.", Sharmaine said with fond approval.
"I guess that's kinda sweet.", Fhimra reluctantly conceded.
"We love that man to BITS!, He is just SO sweet with us. He's definitely a Dom and no mistake, but we are both tickle subs so we like that side of him. He is the MEANEST tickler, but he does the SWEETEST aftercare with us afterwards. He's honestly like our shared husband, he dominates us completely but he also spoils us when we are good girls.", Deborah said happily.
"You are both happy and consent more or less?", Fhimra asked hopefully.
The two wives nodded instantly without hesitation, promising that they loved their lives.
"You are SO lucky!", the Asian tickle slave exclaimed jealously, "My Owner isn't sweet like that, just strict discipline all the time!, I mean, I get WET from the strict discipline and all the tickling, but I wish my Owner would LOVE me like yours does!"
"My Owner killed the other tickle slaves and fed their bodies to me…", the crazy blonde tickle slave informed everyone with a slightly deranged full body twitching fit.
Mistress Lash gave the blonde tickle slave a great big cuddle and walked with her, hugging her tightly and whispering to her encouragingly so that no one else could hear.
There was an awkward silence.
"But why don't you get let out of your dungeon and why are you here now?", Fhimra asked Sharmaine and Deborah to break the uncomfortable silence.
"He puts leashes on us and takes us for walks around the ship a few times a week, we have yoga classes outside the dungeon twice a week for an hour with other women so that we can stretch and be all bendy and flexible for his pleasure. We have friends at yoga, we do other stuff sometimes, but never out of his supervision and we never leave the ship. He's our Dom and he controls us.", Sharmaine said seriously.
"Why are you here unsupervised by him now?", Fhimra asked in surprise.
"He didn't have a choice in the matter. The Night Lords wanted tickle slaves who won't break for this exercise and their psykers found us. Ahmed was given a choice between renting us out for great personal gain or pissing off the Night Lords and dying under mysterious circumstances in the near future. He chose the option where he got to live.", Deborah explained unhappily.
"He is waiting for us, he has first class tickets and everything for both of us to sit with him in a shuttle ride home the moment the Night Lords are finished renting us for battle practice.", Sharmaine added.
"I hope we see each other again.", Fhimra said hopefully.
"If you are on our ship you might see our Dom walking us on leashes sometime, otherwise you probably won't see us.", Sharmaine said apologetically.
"Vox call?", Fhimra suggested.
"Our Owner has a mobile vox for work as an officer, but that's for official use only. He also has a wall vox in his home however, but that's outside the tickling dungeon rooms he locks us in. The dungeon doors have palm scanners, only Ahmed can open them to let us reach the vox. His vox number should be in the public directory, you could ring and he would probably answer. You could ask him to let you speak to us, explain that you are a girl and a fellow tickle slave that met us here, he might let us talk if he's done tickling us.", Sharmaine suggested.
"I would like that. What times should I ring?", Fhimra asked.
"He's the first officer of the Midnight Stalker so he gets the best shift hours, 08 hundred hours to 16 hundred hours. When he gets home he likes to chill for about half an hour winding down from work, then he enters the dungeon and tickles us and fucks us for about three hours. We chill and eat dinner in between all the tickling and sex, when his balls are empty and recharging and stuff. Normally have a shower with him. I would say that for about four hours after his shift ends he is busy tickling us and eating and showering and stuff, but after that it's ok to call, but not too late. Probably between 20 hundred hours and 21 hundred hours is the best time to call without pissing him off.", Sharmain advised.
"That is about the same time that my own tickling is also wrapping up for the night, depending upon what my Owners are in the mood for. It's a good time for me too.", Fhimra said happily.
The pair were about to speak further when a pair of Night Lords suddenly stepped out of hiding to block their path.
"Great Grandfather!", the seven Lee Dominatrices said in unison, fearfully abasing themselves before one of the two Night Lords in terrified respect.
The rest of the women paused at this in nervous agitation.
"Do we go with you to get tickled again in a new battle practice exalted ones?", Fhimra asked respectfully.
"Not yet slave.", one of the Night Lords said in an Asian accent.
"Then how can we be of service great ones?", Fhimra asked respectfully.
"We have come to take Mistress Agony Lee to discuss private matters. The rest of you may return to the settlements until you are called for more battle practice. You did well by the way, our plans would have failed miserably if any of you had cracked under torture.", The Asian Night Lord said cheerfully.
Mistress Agony fearfully joined the pair of Night Lords as commanded and they took her away into the jungle. The rest of the group continued on.
They came out of the jungle at the edge of the tent settlement, and a man in a First Lieutenant's uniform rushed forward to hug and fuss over Sharmaine and Deborah, obviously their much talked about Owner.
The man was what Fhimra could only describe as a "Black Arab", with swarthy skin but some Arab facial features, mixed race by the look of him. He was on the large side of average size for a man, easily bigger and stronger than Sharmaine and Deborah, and the two gorgeous naked black women responded to him with sexual submission and subservience, obviously dominated completely by this man.
The man, First Lieutenant Ahmed Muhammad of the Iconoclast class Destroyer Midnight Stalker, immediately handed colourful summer dresses to the pair of women, and they put them on happily to cover their modesty, kissing the man lovingly one by one.
Sharmaine gestured at the naked Fhimra to approach, and the stripy skinned naked Tzeentch girl shyly approached, covering her nipples and vagina as best as she could with her arms.
The man looked up at Fhimra curiously, immediately dismissing the huge breasted tiny naked woman as any sort of threat.
"This tickle slave is our new friend Fhimra.", Sharmaine happily introduced Fhimra to her Owner.
"Nice to meet you girl.", Ahmed happily greeted Fhimra.
"She's also engaged to a fellow tickle slave in her dungeon, she has lots of questions about getting married to a fellow tickle slave.", Deborah added enthusiastically.
"I'm her fiancée.", Octavia said with a smile and a wave.
"Damn… What's that thing on your chest sexy girl?", Ahmed said, obviously stunned by Octavia's beauty.
"My cone of shame?, It stops me scratching the stitches on my boob.", Octavia said with cheerful stupidity.
"It's a long story.", Fhimra added.
"Well congratulations on getting engaged gorgeous girls.", Ahmed said, returning his attention to fussing over his own two tickle slaves.
"Fhimra asked if she could call us on the wall vox sometimes at around 20 hundred hours, just to chat and stuff.", Deborah told her owner happily.
"Put it on loudspeaker so I can hear what you are saying and I'll allow, so long as you don't just spend ages talking about nothing.", Ahmed said dominantly in a tone of generosity.
Ahmed moved to stand between Sharmaine and Deborah with an arm around the sundress clad back of each of them, smiling mischievously and suddenly dug his fingers into their sides without warning.
The two black women squealed with laughter and squirmed in his grip, but he held their dress clad bodies tightly and tickled them mercilessly with a huge grin on his face.
"Call us later if you don't see us again!", Sharmaine squealed at Fhimra with heavy laughter, apparently indicating that she and Deborah would be tickled for a LONG time.
Ahmed didn't stop tickling the hysterically laughing pair of tickle slaves in his grip, holding them tightly so they couldn't escape him, and they just laughed and laughed so hard, their swarthy faces split with ticklish cackles, eyes clenched streaming tears of laughter.
Fhimra couldn't really describe the sheer racket that a pair of black women made when tickled hard nonstop, the decibels were far higher than any laugh ever tickled out of Fhimra or even Octavia.
Nobody present had the authority to tell a First Lieutenant that he couldn't tickle his two legally owned tickle slaves as much as he liked, and nobody present even tried to. The group simply entered the settlement leaving the cackling Sharmaine and Deborah behind in Ahmed's arms.
***…
This wasn't in fact the last time that the gorgeous pair of married black women were seen.
Not only were all the tickle slaves tickled again in battle practice strongholds, twice in fact, but the pair of wives were also seen around the settlement with leashes around their necks, their owner Ahmed holding their leashes as he walked them through the settlement.
The two women looked happy enough, completely submissive to Ahmed but also visibly fond of him, kissing him often and talking to him like a lover.
Ahmed had apparently taken leave off his ship to be with his tickle slaves, and was treating the occasion as a luxury holiday. At present he was in a pool wearing swimming trunks, with Sharmaine and Deborah wearing gorgeous brightly coloured string bikinis as they swam with him, collars and leashes still on their necks even in the pool.
Sharmaine and Deborah were currently passionately kissing each other in the water as Ahmed watched, and Ahmed then joined the kiss making it a three way kiss. Ahmed obviously had his life made for him, he had a great thing going and he was reaping the pleasurable benefits.
Fhimra herself was also in the same pool, and she was also being kissed, kissed by Mistress Lash on a romantic date to help Fhimra fall in love with her.
Fhimra was certainly into the kissing but she wanted to talk to Sharmaine and Deborah and Ahmed, to get to know them and learn everything she could about being a married tickle slave married to a fellow tickle slave.
During a break in the kissing with Mistress Lash Fhimra couldn't help but try to make conversation.
"Excuse me Lieutenant Ahmed Muhammad, but could you tell me about the fusion reactor of your ship sir?", Fhimra asked the first question she could think of.
"That's a very specific and technical question from a tickle slave. I don't know if you'd understand the answer, but we use two different types. We use a huge big Proton-Boron reactor for base load all the time power, and we use a lot of smaller Tritium-Deuterium Tokamaks for big ass power boosts in combat and stuff.", Ahmed replied in surprise.
"And those feed electricity to the plasma engines right?, Do you breed your own Tritium from Deuterium in a breeder Tokamak?", Fhimra asked enthusiastically, getting more excited by this topic than she had intended to.
Mistress Lash and Sharmaine and Deborah were all giving Fhimra very odd looks, but Ahmed looked impressed.
"You certainly know a thing or two about ship propulsion.", Ahmed chuckled.
"I study nuclear physics and aerospace engineering as a hobby in my spare time sir. I memorise STC print outs for fun, I currently know the entire workings of a Sword class Frigate engineering deck.", Fhimra said humbly.
"What the HELL are you doing being a tickle slave then!?, We could really use people like you on my ship, you could be a lot more than just a tickle slave.", Ahmed exclaimed.
"I like being a tickle slave sir, and it's my Owners' decision what I do regardless sir.", Fhimra said humbly.
"I would make you a cadet junior officer in engineering if you truly know your way around an STC print out.", Ahmed said regretfully.
Fhimra gasped at this offer.
"I'm terribly flattered, but I haven't seen the Iconoclast Destroyer STC print out yet.", Fhimra replied apologetically.
"I can give it to you.", Ahmed offered seriously.
"Ahem, with respect sir, this tickle slave is privately owned and any reassignment is the decision of her Owners alone.", Mistress Lash said respectfully but apologetically.
"I get that, I wouldn't give up one of my own tickle slaves either, but it's a huge waste of potential.", Ahmed said with a sigh of disappointment.
"Yes Mistress Lash.", Fhimra agreed submissively.
"You and your girlfriend own this girl right?", Ahmed asked Mistress Lash.
"That is correct sir.", Mistress Lash replied respectfully, wrapping a dominant possessive arm around Fhimra's neck.
"This girl is, she worships Tzeentch right?", Ahmed asked.
"Yes sir.", Fhimra replied respectfully.
"Makes sense, some Tzeentch girls can be seriously smart. Do you have any other slaves like her that you would be willing to sell?", Ahmed asked Mistress Lash hopefully.
"You would have to ask my girlfriend Wendy Sevenson, she is the one who knows those things and owns the slaves.", Mistress Lash said apologetically.
"Could you please tell her that I'm looking to buy?", Ahmed requested.
"I will.", Mistress Lash happily agreed.
"You have an extremely beautiful pair of tickle slaves sir.", Fhimra said respectfully.
Ahmed proudly put his arms around his bikini clad slave women in the water, and both of them briefly squealed with laughter as he tickled their sides under the water.
"They are the best girls a man could have.", Ahmed said proudly, pausing in tickling them to reduce the considerable volume.
"I want to know everything about them, they are role models for what I want to become.", Fhimra said happily.
"I give you permission to be friends with my girls, you can ask them anything you like.", Ahmed said fondly.
"What's it like to own them?", Fhimra asked.
"It's heaven.", Ahmed chuckled, briefly tickling the pair again to squealing laughter.
Sharmaine and Deborah looked happy and smiling in his dominant grip when he stopped, both giggling from just being tickled but not looking at all traumatised. They obviously loved this man and enjoyed the way he treated them, blissfully happy in their life.
"Beautifully healthy relationship, loving tender dominance of two very willing submissives.", Mistress Lash opined, saying what she empathically sensed.
"He's the best Dom in the galaxy, mean ass tickler but giant sweetheart.", Sharmaine said very fondly, kissing his cheek lovingly.
Ahmed gave Sharmaine a playful brief tickle again to make her flinch and squeal, a playful grin on Ahmed's face.
Deborah then briefly squealed with laughter suddenly, then Sharmaine briefly squealed with laughter, followed by Deborah again, Ahmed playfully alternating between the women with his hands around both their sides under the water.
Fhimra suddenly squealed with laughter as Mistress Lash poked her side under the water playfully!
"They are fun girls, the best fun.", Ahmed said proudly, still alternating between tickling the two squealing bikini clad black women.
"I fucking LOVE getting tickled by my Dom!", Deborah giggled in his grip.
"I love it too!", Sharmaine squealed with laughter.
"Hands on your heads girls.", Ahmed said with mischievous dominance.
The giggling black women nervously obeyed, and he buried a hand each in one of their armpits, making them explode with hard laughter and bring down their arms defensively to uselessly try to squeeze his strong hands out of their ticklish pits.
The two tickle slaves were beautifully submissive but not at all traumatised, transparently obviously enjoying what he was doing to them, giggling and smiling in delight as much as from the tickling.
Mistress Lash dominantly nibbled on Fhimra's earlobe, making her giggle ticklishly and moan in pleasure.
The conversation paused as Mistress Lash kissed Fhimra dominantly, and Fhimra closed her eyes in bliss.
"There is nothing as beautiful as women kissing each other.", Ahmed said in appreciation, his words interrupting the kiss.
Sharmaine and Deborah passionately kissed each other at his words, making Ahmed make sounds of appreciation. It was indeed a beautiful sight to see these gorgeous women passionately kissing like this.
"We are going to the tent, you will keep kissing like that over my dick.", Ahmed told Sharmaine and Deborah lustfully.
The two women agreed and waved goodbye to Fhimra, the three lovers walking away to have sex in the tent they were staying in.
Mistress Lash immediately resumed kissing Fhimra romantically, and Fhimra sighed in aroused comfort and returned the kiss of the stunningly beautiful dominant Asian woman in a bikini.
Mistress Lash got steadily more beautiful over time as the heavy doses of rejuvenation drugs wound back her biological clock, the woman getting gradually but noticeably younger over time, slightly more beautiful every single day. Mistress Lash currently looked to be in her 30's despite being chronologically in her 40's, the extreme elegant beauty of her youth steadily returning.
Without the geisha makeup and hair style and kimono, Mistress Lash was a long haired slender elegant Asian woman of eugenically selected great beauty, her bikini clad breasts not huge but certainly not too small. Being passionately kissed by this woman was a very pleasurable experience.
Mistress Lash was also an EXCELLENT kisser, able to elicit the maximum pleasure with the minimum effort of her skilful full lips. Her Geisha makeup always tried to make her lips look much smaller than they really were, the strange fascination geishas had with having really tiny lips and mouths, but in the flesh her lips were luscious and full, the best sort of lips to be kissed by.
Fhimra quickly melted into an aroused, heavily-breathing puddle from the wonderful kisses from this intoxicating woman, Fhimra's vulva folds very wet under her bikini bottom with more than just pool water. Fhimra closed her eyes and just basked in the bliss of this kiss with one of her two dominant Owners, feeling wonderfully submissive and controlled.
"I love you Fhimra.", Mistress Lash broke the kiss to whisper with their foreheads intimately pressed together.
Fhimra blushed shyly at these words, feeling the annoying hot flush in her cheeks that she couldn't control, giving away her emotions whether she wanted to or not.
"I love you so much.", Mistress Lash continued with the perfect mix of romance and dominance to make Fhimra feel her most flustered.
Fhimra didn't return the words, not going to lie. She certainly had very sexual feelings for Mistress Lash, but these feelings lacked the same intimacy as Fhimra shared with Octavia.
Mistress Lash resumed kissing Fhimra passionately to undermine her resistance, before resuming to whisper that she loved Fhimra!
Fhimra was blushing redly on the whiter bits of her multi-ethnic stripy face, her heart in confusion and turmoil from this. Fhimra didn't give her heart away easily, Octavia had earned it by being consistently affectionate for an extended period of the most extreme intimacy. Mistress Lash had always been more aloof, her supremely dominant position putting a slight obstacle to ease of intimacy with her, and to have this perfectly dominant goddess suddenly jump over this obstacle to be so intimate was confusing Fhimra's poor heart.
"I'm not going to stop until you are hard in love with me. And even then I won't stop.", Mistress Lash whispered to the blushing Fhimra between their kisses in the sunlit pool.
"I feel uncomfortable Ma'am.", Fhimra admitted honestly, apologetically but honestly.
"I can feel your heart like my own, my empathic ability is second only to psychic telepathy. Your emotions are very complex, you feel… Out of control. You want to be the master of your own heart.", Mistress Lash whispered.
"Yes Ma'am.", Fhimra shyly agreed.
"But *I* am the Master, you are the slave, and I COMMAND you to hand over your heart to me.", Mistress Lash whispered with intoxicating dominance that simultaneously excited and terrified Fhimra.
"Please don't break my heart Mistress Lash, if I give it, will you keep it safe?", Fhimra whispered back anxiously.
"I hurt bodies, not hearts. The worst I will do to your heart is tickle it.", Mistress Lash whispered back with beautiful fondness.
Fhimra kissed Mistress Lash again to buy herself some time to think, reluctant to open herself up to possibly get hurt.
"Do you REALLY love me Mistress Lash?, Or are you just saying it?", Fhimra whispered hesitantly.
"I really love you. After all our time together, everything we have shared and journeyed through, I love you Fhimra. I love Wendy, I love Octavia, and I love you. I have no reason to lie.", Mistress Lash whispered, followed by another passionate kiss.
Fhimra sighed a great deep sigh, followed by another sigh. She didn't speak, just sighed and sighed as she tried to get her emotions to calm down.
Fhimra then started to silently cry in defeat, and Mistress Lash tenderly kissed away her heavy tears.
For a long time Fhimra just cried in emotion, her heart not used to this turmoil, and Mistress Lash patiently held her romantically in the water.
"I… Oh Tzeentch!, I love you too Ma'am!", Fhimra wept and kissed her passionately in heavy tears.
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Sharmaine the tickle slave squealed with laughter as her mean ass Dom squeezed her tummy in the worst way possible, frantic to escape but not wanting it to stop either!
Her wife Deborah was also laughing hysterically as her own tummy was squeezed, rolling around on the beach towel over the sand on her back, gripping Ahmed's strong wrist desperately to pull his hand away without success.
The two tickle slave wives were laying together on their backs on huge beach towels draped over the sand of the gorgeous beach, with Ahmed crouching down between them squeezing both their bellies at the same time!
Sharmaine laughed hysterically with huge volume, squealing her head off as she was tickled so BAD!, Ahmed was much stronger than the voluptuous slender black woman, easily pinning her down by the belly with his strong squeezing hand, and Sharmaine couldn't do a THING to stop the mean ass motherfucker!
Sharmaine and Deborah had been wearing two piece string bikinis before, but they had taken them off to sunbathe naked. They both still wore a collar and leash on their necks like they always did outside the dungeon, (they even wore their sub collars to yoga classes, just with the leashes unclipped for the class by Ahmed as he watched them from the sidelines). The pair were NEVER out of his control, with the singular exception of when the Night Lords demanded them for battle practice objectives, at which times they were stripped completely naked like the other tickle slaves, (not counting Octavia's weird cone of shame thing).
Sharmaine was completely dominated by her Dom, locked up in a dungeon with a locked door whenever he wasn't directly present controlling her, collared and leashed by him whenever he took her out of the dungeon. She was completely submissive to her Dom, she had limits but no safe word. She could say "green yellow red" to tell him how she was feeling about what he was doing to her, green meaning it was completely fine, yellow meaning that she was getting uncomfortable, red meaning that something was seriously wrong.
Ahmed wouldn't necessarily stop if Sharmaine or Deborah said red, but it would let him know that they were struggling. He would then decide if he would ease down or keep going, normally he would ask them what was wrong and be sweet if it was something serious, he was a good Dom.
"Green!", Sharmaine squealed as her belly was pinned down and tickled, letting her Dom know that this was fine.
"Green!", Deborah also squealed, laughing her head off.
Sharmaine was completely used to this treatment after long years of being a tickle slave, this happened every freaking day!
Sharmaine laughed her head off as his strong fingers squeezed in the WORST way possible, his fingertips and thumb tip digging into her ticklish tummy like an absolute motherfucker!
Sharmaine was going crazy, but she was also all wet, super turned on by this and getting really horny.
"I want your dick inside me Ahmed!", Sharmaine squealed honestly.
Her Dom laughed but didn't stop, tickling her MERCILESSLY as her pussy sprung a leak of dampness!
For like twenty minutes this went on and on, both women laughing hysterically and squirming energetically. Sharmaine was hot and sweaty all over in the tropical heat!
"Yellow!, I need to cool off!", Sharmaine squealed with laughter.
"I like you all sweaty.", Ahmed chuckled, not stopping!
"Red red!, I'm overheating!", Deborah squealed a few minutes later.
"Red!", Sharmaine squealed too.
"I really spoil you girls.", Ahmed said indulgently and stopped tickling them.
"Bikinis back on.", Ahmed ordered them, picking up their leash handles.
The two submissive women put their bikinis back on as ordered, and their Dom walked them to the water in their leashes.
The water of Autoclave was fresh and clean even in the ocean, and Sharmaine and Deborah and even Ahmed drank heavily of the beautiful fresh water as they bathed in the cooling waves.
Sharmaine cooled down wonderfully in the water, her thirst quenched and her body relaxed. Deborah kissed Sharmaine passionately in the water, and Sharmaine passionately returned the kiss of her wife, wonderfully in love with her.
Ahmed was soon tickling both of them in the water, making them squeal, and they both put a hand inside his swimming trunks as he tickled them mercilessly, giving him a hand job in the water as he got super horny from tickling them.
Ahmed stopped tickling them and repositioned in the water, pulling out the bow knots of Sharmaine's bikini bottom and pulling down his swimming trunks just enough to free his penis. Ahmed then held Sharmaine's removed bikini bottom in one hand and fucked her in the water.
Sharmaine gave herself to her Dom, riding his dick in the water, and he made sweet love to her, gentle and tender, not at all degrading, making her feel cherished.
Ahmed was a MEAN ASS tickler, but he was incredibly sweet during actual sex, he made Sharmaine feel loved and beautiful and tenderly cherished. It wasn't just sex, it was making love, the most beautiful intimacy.
Sharmaine easily orgasmed from this slow tender love making, moaning her head off as she came in the ocean on the dick of her perfect Dom.
Ahmed didn't let her have just one, tenderly ordering her to have at least three more orgasms for him, and Sharmaine happily obeyed her perfect sweet Dom, climaxing for him six additional times, giving him double what he asked for to be an extra good girl.
Ahmed kept his own orgasm from climaxing at all, tenderly kissing Sharmaine as he pulled out of her without cumming himself, then turning his attention to Deborah, soon fucking her just like he had with Sharmaine.
Sharmaine put her bikini bottom back on in the water, completely in love with her wonderful Dom as well as with her wonderful wife, the three of them forming a throuple that was beautifully in mutual love between all three.
Ahmed eventually did orgasm himself, filling Deborah with cum, and the two tickle slaves cuddled their Dom lovingly in the water as he breathed hard from his orgasm.
With his balls empty for now, Ahmed lost interest in tickling Sharmaine and Deborah, instead just kissing them in the water and being all sweet with them.
Sharmaine then noticed Octavia, naked but for her cone of shame, enthusiastically tickling an equally naked pale skinned Astartes on the beach, making the huge man bellow with surprisingly hard laughter.
Sharmaine pointed this out, and the group watched in amazement as Octavia made the biggest chaos space marine they had ever seen into her tickle bitch!
The Astartes had an erection so big that they could see it from the water, and this erection was very soon inside Octavia, the pair fucking with Octavia on top.
Ahmed shrugged at this.
"Some tickle slaves switch.", Ahmed dismissed.
"I guess.", Sharmaine shrugged.
"Her Owners let her slut with guys like that?", Deborah asked slightly skeptically.
"I don't think that anyone is going to actually challenge an Astartes if he just helps himself to a slave girl.", Sharmaine opined.
"He is awfully submissive and cute with her to just be a thief. I recon that he's got permission from the Owners.", Ahmed disagreed.
The Astartes looked right at them and nodded at Ahmed's words, before returning his attention to Octavia.
The three mere humans trembled at this momentary attention, having forgotten that space marines had exceptional hearing.
"Definitely has permission then.", Sharmaine said quietly, the other two nodding.
"Well my balls are still empty and I don't feel like tickling you again yet, so what should we do on our garden world camping holiday?", Ahmed asked Sharmaine and Deborah fondly, changing the subject.
"We could go get drunk and high.", Deborah suggested with a laugh.
"Could, but any other suggestions?", Ahmed asked curiously.
"We could go sing karaoke AS we get drunk and high!", Sharmaine laughed.
"That sounds embarrassing, I can't sing good.", Ahmed chuckled.
"SHOPPING!", Sharmaine and Deborah squealed in unison adorably.
"I already bought you heaps of shit, you ain't even gonna get to wear half the clothes you bought once you get back home to the tickling dungeon.", Ahmed laid down the law on his two subs.
"We could get stuff besides clothes, jewellery and earrings and souvenirs.", Sharmaine said submissively but hopefully.
"The bling you like is super expensive, I ain't made of money. Least not until I get my first officer share of the spoils from all the pirate loot. I will be bored stiff anyway, holding your leashes as you both take forever to decide on earrings and souvenirs.", Ahmed refused permission.
Sharmaine and Deborah knew better than to try to nag their Dom for something once he said no, so they submissively accepted his will and tried to think of something else.
"We could get something to eat?", Sharmaine hesitantly suggested.
"Yes, now THAT I can agree with.", Ahmed chuckled, briefly tickling Sharmaine affectionately under the arms to make her squeal.
The two subs obediently exited the water with their Dom, both still leashed by the neck. The group collected their towels and other belongings from the beach and entered the settlement, looking for something to eat.
Sharmaine and Deborah's Dom was a navy first lieutenant, so he was quite affluent as the second highest ranking officer on his ship of 16500 crew. He liked to be a tight ass sometimes but he could easily afford any food his subs liked, not that he would let them get fat.
Like almost all tickle slaves Sharmaine and Deborah had strict mandatory diets to keep them slender and sexy. Ahmed liked his girls to be voluptuous but skinny at the same time, and he was very careful what he fed them, keeping a food and calorie diet recording everything they ate to keep their voluptuous slender bodies perfectly in the sweet spot of maximum sexiness for him.
Ahmed had his calorie book in hand ready to calculate exactly what they could eat, and Sharmaine and Deborah submissively accepted this, both good subs for their Dom. They knew that he loved them and they trusted him to make all the decisions for them.
Ahmed entered a fancy open sided tent restaurant and perused the menu, before asking a bikini clad local waitress for exact calorie counts of the food.
Ahmed wasn't a Karen so he generously tipped the waitress extra up front for the inconvenience of calculating the calories for him, followed by tipping the irritated looking female kitchen staff when they were called out to ask about calories.
After a bit of calculation Ahmed ordered meals, a normal meal for himself and two precisely calorie calculated meals for his two tickle slaves.
The throuple then waited for the food to be prepared, and they joined their hands in prayer to Slaanesh in worship, thanking him for their pleasures and blessings in life.
Sharmaine and Deborah had been raised to worship Chaos Undivided, but they had never been overly religious. Their Owner Ahmed had commanded them to worship only Slaanesh when he bought them, and they had submissively obeyed, Undivided worshippers having the freedom to change to worship just one of the four gods.
Sharmaine and Deborah were not particularly religious, being extremely moderate and indifferent Slaanesh worshippers who viewed prayer and worship as mostly just a chore that they did because their Dom ordered them to.
Ahmed on the other hand, unusually for one with the last name Muhammad, was a lifelong Slaanesh worshipper, and he took his religion more seriously even though he was still very moderate in all respects. Ahmed was a kinky Dom who kept a pair of tickle slaves, but by Slaanesh standards this was still pretty tame and mild. Tickling Sharmaine and Deborah was his primary worship act to Slaanesh in his private religious life, and he was a MEAN ASS tickler in his efforts to worship his god, but this was the worst thing he did to them.
The collars and leashes and control over them was also Slaaneshi excess, the way he dominated the two women completely was definitely in line with his religion.
But Sharmaine and Deborah didn't mind anything their Dom did to them. They were both submissive as shit and had extreme fetishes for getting tickled and dominated, their moderate worship of Slaanesh only made them enjoy their Dom even more, leaving them as extremely happy women with surprisingly kind lives.
Sharmaine thanked Slaanesh for her wonderful Dom who cherished her and tickled her so wonderfully, she thanked him for all the orgasms, all the intoxicating dominance, for her Dom's cock inside her. She thanked Slaanesh for her beloved wife who submitted alongside her in the dungeon, she thanked Slaanesh for all the love and pleasure and happiness in her life.
Slaanesh worship was not gentle, but neither was being a constantly tickled submissive with a mean ass tickler Dom. For tickle slaves like Sharmaine the worship of Slaanesh could be surprisingly kind and pleasant, your already extreme life didn't change but you could appreciate the pleasures more intensely.
Ahmed thanked Slaanesh for his career and for the blessing of his two tickle slaves, promising to keep tickling them for the rest of their lives, asking that the tickling and sex be pleasing to Slaanesh.
Sharmaine submissively rested her head lovingly against Ahmed's arm, as did Deborah, both women literally enslaved to him and utterly sexually submissive. It was anti-feminist in the absolute extreme, two women enslaved to a man in every way it was possible, but it was nevertheless REMARKABLY psychologically healthy.
What made it so healthy was the level of trust and communication and especially CONSENT between Ahmed and the two women. Ahmed hadn't bought these women without their informed consent. When he had gone slave shopping he had taken his time, he had interviewed literally thousands of slave girls, clearly explained exactly what he was looking for and what he expected, and he gave the women the CHOICE to belong to him if they wished.
Ahmed had been a gentleman, he had wooed them in the interviews, he had been completely open about what they were signing up for. Sharmaine and Deborah had thought long and hard about it, weighing the offer against the possibility that they could be sold to someone a million times worse, and they out of thousands of interviewed women had said yes, on the condition that the two best friends would both be bought and never separated.
Ahmed had been sweet even after he bought them. The two teenage girls had been nervous, but he had been really reassuring and sweet with them. They had HAD to submit to him, that was never in doubt, but even in this they had elements of consent in the "green yellow red" system they had going, so that they could inform Ahmed when they were struggling and when they couldn't take it. They had limits as well, no pain, no beatings or even floggings unless they asked for these things, they were tickle slaves not pain slaves.
They were tickle slaves at their most psychologically healthy because Ahmed acted like their Dom rather than their slave master, he called them his subs and he encouraged them to call him their Dom. They had a genuine tender relationship with open communication, the women were tickled and hard, but they were also cherished and made to feel loved and special.
It was so many little things to meet their basic human needs. Going to a one hour yoga class with other women twice a week was HUGELY important, because it let them socialise with other women to meet their social needs that they couldn't get from each other. Taking them out for short walks multiple times a week, even on leashes under his control, was HUGELY important because it got them out and let them see new sights.
Ahmed might be the boss and make all the rules and decisions, but the fact that he let them have a voice to consult him, (even if he said no to their requests), made them feel listened to. He communicated with them, he consulted them in his decisions, he was informal and playful with them, he tolerated their cheekiness with good humour. They were never not informed of what was happening and never felt threatened by him, they felt safe and secure and listened to and loved.
Sharmaine was completely controlled and leashed when she wasn't locked up, she couldn't LEAVE Ahmed's complete control, but the relationship was healthy despite this, because her sweet loving Dom made sure to take care of her and Deborah. During the starvation years when others were starving to death, the first Lieutenant of a naval warship had been powerful enough to keep Sharmaine and Deborah fed. During the pirate attacks he had kept them safe, taking them out of the dungeon and keeping them with him at all times on leashes, personally protecting them with his navy officer's auto pistol from pirates boarding the ship. He was their hero who protected them from harm no matter what.
Sharmaine kissed Ahmed's cheek fondly as she thought about everything she was thankful for, loving this man to bits.
The food eventually arrived, calculated down to the last calorie, and Sharmaine happily ate the food her Dom had chosen for her, feeling loved. She had a collar and leash on her neck and she was daily tickled in the extreme, but she was SO happy with her life.
Her Dom kissed her hair and Sharmaine sighed in utter contentment. This was tickle slavery at its most healthy, plain and simple.
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