Chapter 58H
Sharmaine and Deborah felt so weird just sitting around the pool without Ahmed, this felt so wrong. They reclined together in a two person pool chair, wearing only bikinis and their black leather submissive collars, the leashes hanging loosely from their sub collars with no Ahmed to dominantly hold them.
The weather was perfect, the sun shining but their chair shaded by a palm tree, with a beautiful sea breeze blowing perfect temperature air over their scantily clad bodies, just blissful.
Sharmaine had her arms raised comfortably above her head out of habit, exposing her clean shaven armpits to tempt Ahmed to tickle her like she loved, but Ahmed wasn't here to pounce on her underarms. It felt so wrong.
Deborah was also resting her arms above her head out of habit, the two tickle slaves continually doing little things like this to tempt their Dom, both of them greatly enjoying being tickled by him as much as humanly possible.
Sharmaine sighed, missing her Dom so badly.
It had been over a standard 24 hour day now since Ahmed left, and the two wives were feeling really odd without him. They didn't know how to act without him to make all the decisions for them, they were used to asking him for permission before they did a lot of things, and it felt like they were breaking the law now when they just decided things without permission.
"This is so weird.", Sharmaine said to her wife Deborah.
"Aye, I keep expecting him to come back from work or something. I miss that motherfucker so much.", Deborah replied unhappily.
"I haven't been tickled in over 24 hours, but I ain't even sick or on my period or nothing. My body craves a good hard tickle right now like I'm a junkie or something.", Sharmaine unhappily said honestly.
"I feel exactly the same. I want the next Night Lord battle practice to hurry up and happen so all those French white girl Dommes can put me out of my misery. I'm itching to be tickled and it's getting worse.", Deborah exclaimed.
Sharmaine poked Deborah in the armpit sympathetically, making her squeal with laughter. Sharmaine kept tickling her for a few seconds then stopped.
"Don't start and then stop!, That makes it even worse if you don't give me a full hour to get my rocks off!", Deborah complained.
"If I give you one hour, you will give me one hour as well?", Sharmaine asked hopefully.
"Deal. Just tie me up so I can't move and give me absolute tickle hell for one hour, I wanna be wetting myself and screaming.", Deborah bargained greedily.
The wives looked around and found some spare ropes laying around, (the ropes publicly available to let people worship Slaanesh with bondage games), and Deborah eagerly sat in the pool chair with her arms stretched up as much as possible.
Sharmaine bound her wife's wrists defenceless to the top end of the pool chair to make her armpits and body as exposed as possible, followed by a rope around the waist to keep her body still, and finally ropes binding her ankles to the bottom end of the pool chair.
Sharmaine then sat down comfortably in the chair beside her wife and playfully began stroking her armpit.
Deborah squealed and shrieked with laughter at ticklish black woman decibel levels, thrashing in her ropes going absolutely mental with laughter. Sharmaine grinned and kept tickling her hysterically laughing wife, giving her stupidly ticklish body absolute hell.
Sharmaine realised that she didn't have a clock to tell the time, and decided to just go until the sun set for want of proper time keeping.
"Green!", Deborah squealed through her hysterical laughter, letting Sharmaine know that she was having fun.
Sharmaine had a giant tickling fetish, but only for being the tickling victim. She didn't get any real sexual pleasure from tickling the shit out of her wife like this, feeling only jealous for the sensation Deborah was feeling. Sharmaine loved her wife passionately however, and she was doing this to meet her wife's needs, (also for the promise of having the tickling returned).
Deborah had a lovely time laughing her head off, occasionally thanking Sharmaine profusely and saying that she loved her. Sharmaine put in the maximum effort to tickle Deborah as hard as possible to be nice, attacking her worst spots with maximum energy to really make her scream her head off with laughter.
Sharmaine tried to keep up her energy but she was soon getting cramps in her hands and arms, not having much practice doing this like Ahmed did everyday. The wives generally didn't tickle each other in their married life except when they sometimes alternated helping Ahmed tickle just one of them, and even at these times it rarely lasted more than ten minutes before the women changed places. When alone together in the dungeon the wives would kiss and cuddle and fuck and just spend time together talking and shit. They were both so naturally gentle and submissive that they would just make tender gentle love together like a vanilla couple would.
Sharmaine told Deborah that she was getting cramps and she tried other methods of tickling her more slowly and gently, using her long hair to stroke Deborah's feet and toes, generating energetic giggling.
"Yellow! Please tickle me MUCH harder!", Deborah giggled.
Sharmaine tried to go harder but got another cramp.
A trio of daemonettes with normal hands sauntered over at this point, having ascertained the trouble these two Slaanesh worshipping women were having, and Sharmaine enthusiastically got into position as the daemonettes picked up ropes to bind her beside her wife in the same position.
Daemon fingers then dug into Sharmaine's ticklish body and she exploded with hard laughter, instantly relieved as she was tickled HARD to satisfy her tickle lust.
From then on all was hard tickling and hysterical laughter, mercilessly long and hard, Sharmaine's entire existence reduced to tickling.
The sun set, but the daemonettes didn't stop, merely very briefly giving their two victims some water and fruit to keep them going for endless hours of hard tickling.
Sharmaine praised Slaanesh with her endless laughter, loving every moment of this, she enjoyed getting tickled super hard and this felt good to her, making her get wet. The daemonettes showed interest in Sharmaine's vagina, but Sharmaine and Deborah protested, saying that only their Dom and each other got to have sex with them.
Daemonettes lived for lust but they also respected kinks, and they didn't defile the pair under the understanding that their chastity was itself a kink offering to Slaanesh.
The daemonettes went sadistically long, but Sharmaine and Deborah were unbreakable tickle junkies, not once desiring mercy. It felt SO good to them!
Eventually the daemonettes untied the pair of playthings when it became clear that they would not break them, and the wives immediately mutually masturbated each other to climax in a frenzy of built up lust, kissing each other desperately. The daemonettes left the wives to it and searched for other playthings in need of pleasure assistance, Sharmaine and Deborah too horny and busy fucking to even notice them leave.
Sharmaine made gentle passionate love to her wife with heavy kissing, the pair of them stripping naked but for their collars, hot and sweaty as they kissed and licked each other's faces. Deborah was an utterly gorgeous young black woman with delicious full lips and a beautiful sexy face, her entire firm yet soft face felt amazing to kiss and lick, and her tongue and lips felt amazing on Sharmaine's own beautiful face.
The pair made love until they were utterly cummed out in each other's arms, and they were so hot and sweaty that they immediately entered the pool together naked, holding each other tenderly in the water.
The pair just hugged tightly in the beautiful cool pool water, feeling every mote of heat and sweat wash away in the cold water, submerging their heads together a few times to cool and clean their heads.
It was nighttime now in the super fast day night cycles, and electric lights lit the pool romantically.
The huge breasted tickle slave Fhimra was currently laughing hysterically in the pool with her arms tied behind her head with ropes in an over arm tie, her armpits completely defenceless in this tie. Fhimra was wearing a string bikini top with cups struggling to contain her huge stripy tits and no bikini bottom, with six Asian women in bikinis surrounding her in the water, tickling her all over and fingering her pussy under the water as one held the removed bikini bottom aloft for all to see.
Fhimra looked embarrassed to be fingered in public but she also looked extremely horny, though mostly she just looked insanely ticklish and laughing her head off.
Fhimra's hysterical laughter paused briefly to give the most adorable little groan of orgasm, before returning to even harder laughter after her orgasm. It was the cutest thing ever in a super kinky sort of way.
Octavia was nowhere to be seen, as was Mistress Agony one of the Asian Dommes, and Fhimra seemed to now be taking the full brunt of all the tickling that would normally be shared with Octavia. Fhimra's laughing face was streaming tears of tickled laughter, her cute face split with a permanent tormented grin, but she didn't look like she was distressed at all, looking a combination of happy and horny.
Sharmaine and Deborah floated over in the pool, greeting their new friend Fhimra and her sexy Asian Dommes. Fhimra and her Dommes greeted the wives warmly in friendship, all smiling and happy.
Fhimra was completely fine in her over arm tie, talking happily as if she hadn't a care in the world, looking blissfully content. It was a beautiful sight to see a tickle slave at peace in her slavery, few women could be so happy as one who laughed so much all day long, the act of laughter made the human brain feel happy and tickle slaves could be remarkably happy creatures.
"I'm buzzing all over from that tickle before, I just feel so amazing!", Fhimra happily confirmed a moment later.
"It's a great feeling at the end of a good long tickle, all the endorphins flowing around and shit.", Sharmaine happily agreed.
"It's absolute torture the entire time, but after like two or more hours straight I just feel the BEST I have ever felt. It's like a drug high, I just feel SO good at the end.", Fhimra said animatedly, all chatty from the hormonal rush.
"It's not the end YET!", one of the Dommes taunted and dug her fingers into Fhimra's armpits from behind, making her go absolutely mental.
"I love it Ma'am!", Fhimra squealed happily, squirming around in reflex.
"If you're busy we can talk later.", Deborah chuckled.
"A bit later, we have very ticklish things planned for dear Fhimra here.", Mistress Lash said with a sadistic smile, making Fhimra giggle with nervous anticipation.
The wives took their leave and let the Dommes continue tickling the living crap out of Fhimra, returning to the chair to put their bikinis back on, then walking to the beach to have a romantic stroll, holding hands as they walked, their leashes dragging behind them in the sand as they walked.
It felt odd to have this sort of freedom to just walk around freely as they wished without Ahmed controlling them with their leashes.
For almost a decade the pair had been completely controlled by Ahmed, literally his slaves with no freedom from his absolute power. Ever since they were in the mid second half of their teens they had been completely controlled by Ahmed, to the point that it just felt normal to have him make all the decisions and rules. They had consented to this as best as teenage slaves can consent to anything, finding it really hot being dominated by a handsome Dom who tickled them so much, but they didn't really know how to act as free adults, never having been given any power over themselves before.
What Sharmaine and Deborah wanted most right now was for Ahmed to return so that they could feel normal and complete again. They didn't want to escape his power, they wanted to have never left it in the first place. He was a good Dom who loved them, he was the boss but they didn't resent his control ever. They were both just so sexually submissive by nature that they naturally wanted to submit to a dominant man. Certain women just liked that, it wasn't that they didn't have self respect, it was just what they genuinely liked. Not every woman was cut out to be a strong independent feminist, some women got genuine comfort from male domination, just as some men were into female domination.
The pair were legally married to each other, and had the most vanilla relationship imaginable considering just how kinky these two subs were. Ahmed was the one who met their kink needs, each other was just for cuddling and kissing and talking and tender lesbian sex. For 8 hours a day they had just each other in the dungeon, 8 blissful hours of emotional connection and warm friendship, doing all sorts of things together but none of it kinky.
The ship they lived on was a small ship by warship standards, but still vast on the inside in internal floor space when you included all of the many deck levels from top to bottom. All of the horror stories about how cramped and claustrophobic the crew sleeping arrangements on a ship were were only true for those at the bottom of the pecking order. For the most lowly unskilled hard labor slaves yes, they slept in small hammocks crammed at least two high in claustrophobic sunken floor "slave pits", barred prison like rooms that crammed as many as possible in as little space as possible, with only the bare minimum amount of open air toileting facilities without any privacy.
But this claustrophobic nightmare was only for the most useless expendable slaves that had literally no other use besides dangerous hard labor. They were crammed in like this in rooms with open barred walls on all sides, with guard walkways on every side surrounding these slightly sunken metal pits, deliberately so that the armed ship soldiers like voids men and arms men and ship's militia could watch them at all times. These most expendable slaves were the most likely to mutiny or attempt escape or suicide, so it made unfortunate sense to concentrate them for the most efficient containment.
For the less wretched more trusted skilled slaves and common crew the accommodations were humble but hardly as claustrophobic as the slave pits. Most crew lived in the same area they worked, with small dormitory rooms built into the gaps between the particular ship systems they worked with. The huge missile pods and launching tubes had gaps of at least a few meters between and around them, plenty of space to weld in the walls and floors and plumbing of humble rooms and corridors and bathroom facilities for the crew who worked these weapons to inhabit.
A general purpose room big enough for a folding bed and table and chairs and tiny kitchen sink and things, a tiny bathroom room added on that crammed in a shower and toilet and sink in a space two meters by one meter. It didn't sound like much but it was a hell of a lot nicer than a hammock in a public area, definitely big enough for a lowly rating to live in in comfort.
The ship was full of these odd little crew rooms in weird little places between major system bulkheads, ranging from the simplest single room and bathroom dwellings to larger quarters that had multiple humble rooms, the bigger quarters generally assigned to crew members with families to give them enough space. The crew quarters were not huge mansions, but they were certainly adequate for their needs.
As rank increased so did accommodation sizes, basic free ratings had the smaller humble single room quarters, higher ranking petty crewmen got slightly bigger quarters, petty officers and warrant officers got quite comfortable sized quarters, and the commissioned officers got quarters the size of a house, getting bigger up the officer ranks until the Captain who got the nicest and most spacious quarters on the ship.
As a commissioned officer ever since he bought Sharmaine and Deborah, Ahmed had always had at least a small multi room house sized quarters for as long as they had known him, even as a most lowly full lieutenant freshly commissioned from the midshipmen. Ahmed had simply modified his quarters a bit with a locked door that divided the quarters in half, with the rooms that were locked behind this door being designated as the tickling dungeon where Sharmaine and Deborah were locked up.
The rooms in these dungeons had been furnished with all sorts of portable bondage furniture and the like, like the pair of metal X frames, two pairs of metal stocks for holding their ankles, bondage chairs covered in straps, a bondage bed and other such things used to help tickle Sharmaine and Deborah for hours at a time. But they had also had their own stuff that Ahmed had given them, their own comfortable little crib with comfy furniture and stuff where they hung out during the day.
The accommodations had gotten better as Ahmed was steadily promoted, with the half of the quarters acting as the dungeon getting steadily bigger with more rooms. As First Lieutenant the accommodations were really generous, complete with a steward who did all the chores and stuff. The dungeon had been comfortable as shit, with a television so that they could movie marathon for eight hours straight if they wanted. They had wanted for nothing, very much kept in a comfortable standard of living.
But as comfortable as their gilded cage had been, they had never been free to leave without a collar and leash on their necks. They left the dungeon only under Ahmed's complete control, he decided where they would go and who they could speak to, they were not free women, every request given only at the whim of their owner. They did not feel at all mistreated or abused, but they were not free in any regard.
Until now…
They were now walking by themselves on an endless beach, no Ahmed in sight, free to go anywhere they liked without even asking for permission. They had never experienced this kind of freedom before. The pair had been born into slavery, so used to bars and chains and cages that they saw captivity as a normal natural state. They had never before been free to walk as they pleased, born in a cage by chained slave mothers in a cage, growing up in chains and cages and open air slave pens. They had played in the slave pen yards with other slave children, running around the trees that sparsely grew in the pen yards, looking for fun at the rats and mice and pest birds that infested the place.
They had been beaten as children and occasionally abused sexually, but thankfully rarely. Some of the men who ran the slave camps had fondled the girls a bit, cupping them between the legs, but thankfully no penetration as children. As teenagers the sexual abuse had increased as the men began to show an interest, and they had lost their virginity against their wills. It had been bad, but they had been prepared for it by their mothers and fellow slaves, all the female slaves resigned themselves to the fact that they would be raped sooner or later and the girls were prepared for it.
There had been tears, but the other female slaves had been quick to give cuddles until the tears were gone. It had hurt the first time, then hurt less over time. Sometimes they had even gotten pleasure from it, sometimes it had been more or less consensual if they fancied the man in question. They had been trained by the men to first get used to sex, and then to even enjoy it. They had been taught to please a man with their mouths and hands and bodies.
It had been sexual exploitation, but they had quickly learned about their own dark sexual desires. They had learned that they got a sick thrill of pleasure from being sexually dominated by a man, they also learned that they LOVED it when the men tickled them during the sex, making them both go crazy wet.
The endless sexual exploitation had been soothed by the endless cuddles from their mothers and fellow female slaves, every tear kissed away and every feeling talked about. The slave women community had been amazing at preventing trauma with their endless cuddles and kind words.
Sharmaine and Deborah had been terrified when they were taken away to be sold as sex slaves after years of sexual training by the men. The men had used condoms to avoid pregnancy as they trained the slave girls to be sex slaves, and they expected them to fetch a high price.
Countless thousands of slave girls had been taken to the Slaanesh worshipping Sevenson Cartel around the Slaaneshi daemon world of Beta Kappa Rwanda 5 to be sold to satisfy their dark appetites, back when a greater daemon of Slaanesh named the Flesh Mistress ruled half the Sevenson Cartel and Luke Sevenson ruled the other half, back before the two halves reunited as one. The planet Beta Kappa Rwanda 5 had had a terrible reputation for what it did to sex slaves, always buying more because the old ones were killed in hideous unspeakable ways, the surface of the planet littered with the ripped up naked bodies of slave girls!
The planet was unfortunately also RICH, a mining world filled with high levels of high grade precious metal ores, incredibly rich in gold in particular. The planet did little else besides digging up mountains of gold and trading this gold for sex slaves. Slave traders had gone here in droves to get the best possible prices for selling their wares, making a fortune with their multitudes of well trained sex slave girls.
Sharmaine and Deborah had been just about shitting themselves with terror, but they had gotten extremely lucky. The handsome Ahmed, just a junior brand new newly commissioned lieutenant in his very early twenties back then, had visited the slave pens the terrified women had been held captive in. He had been so charming and respectful, a polite gentleman, he had interviewed thousands of women to find what he wanted, charmingly wooing them all very dashingly.
The other slave women had wanted Ahmed at first, but they had been spooked when they learned of his extreme tickling fetish. He had been looking for literally tickle slaves to tickle constantly every day with merciless intensity without a safe word, he had openly promised lives that were a living hell of tickle torture for at least three hours a day, never once sugar coating his sadistic expectations and plans. He had asked every slave girl he interviewed to choose this life by their own free will or freely decline it without consequence. The other women had declined in droves.
A few women had still been keen, but a test tickle had quickly proved them either not ticklish enough or had broken them into saying they couldn't endure a lifetime of this. Sharmaine and Deborah alone had been both ticklish enough and had wanted to be tickled like this for life, with their only demand being that he must either buy both of them together or none of them at all. Ahmed had agreed and he had bought them, wooing them sweetly the entire time.
It had been a very… Ticklish, life ever since then, every single day when they weren't sick or something he had tickled them as bad as he had warned them, 3 hours a day of the most MEAN ASS tickles imaginable, the two girls howling with laughter as it just went on and on mercilessly.
Ahmed had tickled the shit out of them every day, making them piss themselves and just about suffocate with hard laughter until their ticklish bodies acclimatised, the first two weeks had been the absolute worst!, Sharmaine had thought that she would die from all the tickling in the first week, it had been absolutely brutal and the lack of a safe word had been terrifying, but Ahmed had been real sweet and reassuring after every tickle, kissing away the tears and giving cuddles and comfort.
Ahmed hadn't even fucked the girls for the first few weeks, just tickling them relentlessly and tenderly wooing them when he wasn't tickling them, making them feel special and secure. He had been such a gentleman Dom when he wasn't tickling them, not raping them or demanding sex, just charmingly getting to know them as he trained them to take hard tickling. The sex had come later, when the women had felt safe and ready to ask him for sex themselves, they themselves choosing the point at which the sex would start.
Ahmed had been SO sweet with them, he had made the most gentle and tender love to them, always dominant but never callous or unkind. They were tickle slaves who had agreed to a life of constant heavy tickling, Ahmed never felt the need to ask before tickling them as much as he liked, for that was what they were for. But sex was seen by Ahmed as an extra duty that was not automatically in their job description, he took tickles but the sex was for them to give, at least in the early days.
The first year of tickle slavery to Ahmed had been relentless romantic wooing and seduction and tenderness, charming romantic attention to get Sharmaine and Deborah so smitten that their hearts were mush. They had given themselves to him naturally and organically, sex had been their gift to him in thanks for being so sweet with them. The sex had been amazing, mind blowing orgasms followed by hard tickling to get them wet again, followed by even harder orgasms.
After the first year of sex being a choice, it became Ahmed's by right. But this was not done degradingly or suddenly. Ahmed had spoken to them at length, discussing this well in advance, and the girls had happily agreed to this new duty. Ahmed then didn't need to ask for sex, he could just take it, but he had always done it so tenderly and sweetly and with so much open communication that it had never felt like rape. It had been tender intimacy and the making of love.
Contraception had kept the girls from getting pregnant, and long had they sucked his dick and taken his dick inside their other holes. They had been wonderfully dominated by an intoxicating tickler Dom who made them cum so hard every day, their lives blissfully perfect.
Now they were alone on a beach without Ahmed, without his tickling hands, without his dick, without his charming domination. It felt so wrong, it felt lonely.
The pair walked down the beach, feeling more and more lonely, until both were simultaneously crying, both missing their Dom so much that it ached. They wanted his arms around them tickling them to hysterics right now like he always did, that comforting torturous feeling that made them feel happy and safe and protected and wet all at the same time.
The pair hugged tightly and sobbed, gasping in great sobs as they cried, missing Ahmed so terribly.
The pair sat down on the sand together, hugging tightly and trying to calm down. They just wanted their Dom back so much that it hurt, the throuple was not meant to be separated…
***…
Mistress Agony Lee had man related problems of her own right now, laughing her head off as Samual tickled her armpits yet again!
The pair were having sex out in the jungle, both naked in relative privacy among the dense trees, and Mistress Agony had her arms tied behind her head in a careful over arm tie that left her armpits open and defenceless!
Samual was laying down with his huge naked body on his back on the jungle floor, with the completely naked Mistress Agony straddling his hips riding his huge dick, using her legs to bounce herself up and down energetically with practiced ease. But Samual held a bird feather in each hand and was using these feathers to stroke her poor armpits!
Mistress Agony couldn't overemphasise just how TICKLISH her armpits were, they were just STUPIDLY ticklish armpits!, The touch of the feathers made her feel horrifyingly tickled, making her shriek with laughter and desperately want it to stop!
Mistress Agony COULD get up off his cock and try to run away, but she was too afraid of jeopardising her future life of wealth and luxury. She HAD to marry Samual, and Samual DEMANDED to have her as a consensual tickle slave if she would be his wife. She had to endure and force herself to get used to this treatment if she wanted all the material gains and privileges that came with it.
Mistress Agony cried tears of laughter as her underarms were mercilessly feathered, thankful that he was using feathers rather than fingers on her healing pinned rib bones under her arms. The feathers were very deliberate to be as gentle as possible on her healing bones while still tickling her as much as possible, an act of slight kindness.
Mistress Agony rode the cock faster to try to take her mind off the tickling with an orgasm. The space marine's dick was absolutely HUGE, so big that it only fitted without injury because Agony was a professional sex worker who deliberately stretched herself with massive dildos before she even met Samual!
The huge dick felt SO good as it brutally stretched her so wonderfully, her G spot completely stuffed and stretched, her clitoris pressed hard against the throbbing meat shaft by everything in between being stretched aside. Mistress Agony was all wet over the deliciously muscular manly hunk, her vagina so well lubricated that her clitoris and outer flaps were soaked with slippery fluid, letting the huge thing slide without friction as it brutally invaded her depths, stretching aside everything in its unstoppable path!
Mistress Agony was in the sexual plateau of mid sex prior to the start of orgasm, the time when no orgasm was coming yet but it still felt wonderful to just fuck rhythmically and enjoy the ride. If she wasn't laughing so much from being tickled then she would be moaning right now, apart from the feathers this felt amazing.
Samual was a merciless sadistic tickle freak, he got his biggest sexual kicks from tickling women during sex, and he had a massive erection from Mistress Agony's tormented laughter, the probability of him stopping was exactly zero!
Mistress Agony couldn't move her arms at all in this over arm tie. The ropes were not tight enough to hurt her, but they certainly weren't loose enough to escape. She was completely defenceless. She tried to twist and dodge the feathers with her body, but arms holding feathers could manoeuvre faster than a torso could, the feathers easily followed her armpits faster than she could dodge them!
With the penis inside her she couldn't move her lower body much anyway, not to mention how her widely spread legs straddling his huge pelvis made it even harder to twist her body. She soon gave up even trying to dodge the feathers as it was useless, just howling with laughter and focusing all her energy on fucking him with passionate bouncing.
It was night outside, but the dark magenta light of the maelstrom warp clouds was just enough for Agony to see, and she could see her Samual smiling sadistically up at her laughing face as he tickled her. He knew that this was torture and he LOVED that it was torture, he didn't want a tickle slave who ENJOYED being tickled, he WANTED it to be TORTURE for her!
Mistress Agony laughed hysterically from every unbearable stroke of the feathers, tickled half to death, riding his dick in the vain hope that orgasm would provide some relief. It went on and on, so much laughter and suffering, Agony earning this marriage very thoroughly with her endless ticklish suffering.
Eyes streaming tears of laughter Mistress Agony felt her pleasure rise from sexual plateau to the beginning of orgasm, and she gratefully bounced faster to get the sweet pleasure that was coming.
"You don't have permission to cum yet.", Samual said cruelly!
Mistress Agony gasped in dismay but submissively agreed fearfully, slowing back down back to plateau, her armpits tickled so bad that it was unquestionably torture!
Mistress Agony continued to laugh hysterically, unable to do anything else!
"May I please cum Master?", Mistress Agony begged a few minutes later.
"I will tell you when, stop begging.", Samual said dominantly!
"Yes Master!", Mistress Agony squealed in ticklish dismay.
The merciless tickling just continued, Mistress Agony cackling hysterically with extremely hard laughter, barely able to breathe through how much she was laughing.
Samual got hornier the harder she laughed, his dick getting so erect inside her that the stretching was almost painful. He was a tickle sadist and the more she was destroyed with laughter the more excited he got!
Mistress Agony was tickled so much now that her laughter was half scream, her ticklish suffering absolute, and Samual held her in this state of 100 percent hell for about a minute before he couldn't hold himself back anymore and howled in hardest orgasm, filling her with cum.
Normally men would stop at this point, but space marines could replace their cum instantly, letting them have endless multiple orgasms like a woman, and the merciless tickling of Mistress Agony continued, Samual orgasming again approximately every ten to thirty seconds, pumping cum inside her repeatedly until it was oozing out of her down his shaft when it ran out of room inside.
Mistress Agony wanted to cum too but she was forbidden to even beg for permission, just being used for his pleasure with her wet pussy and screaming laughter!
For like thirty fucking minutes this continued, Mistress Agony literally acting the part of tickle slave for Samual, his orgasms endless as she suffered for his pleasure alone.
Mistress Agony looked at him with pleading puppy dog eyes through her laughter, nonverbally begging for orgasm with adorable body language.
Samual chuckled at her adorable expression.
"Oh very well, I guess you have earned it. You may orgasm freely.", Samual chuckled indulgently.
"Thank you Master!", Mistress Agony exclaimed through her hard laughter and she immediately let herself leave sexual plateau.
Mistress Agony rose to orgasm mere seconds later, the pleasure so extreme that she stopped laughing to scream in orgasm in her high pitched Asian woman sex noises.
Mistress Agony came again and again, briefly even more ticklish after the orgasms before she was once more cumming too hard to even feel the tickling.
Mistress Agony made a wide range of high pitched Asian woman sex noises, moaning and screaming and squeaking and groaning and vocalising rapidly repeating one syllable sounds. She was lost in every orgasm, briefly tickled half to death after every one, followed by yet another hard dose of orgasmic heaven.
For how long it went she had no idea, but at some point it was daylight and Samual briefly stopped tickling her to put on sunglasses before continuing. Mistress Agony felt wonderful as she came endlessly, enduring the in between tickling as the toll to enter each new orgasm, the orgasms closer and closer together now, until the peaks were touching in an endless orgasm.
Samual was also endlessly ejaculating semen in an endless stream now, and he frantically reached for a huge ten litre water canteen bottle laying beside him among other supplies he owned, drinking the entire ten litres to replenish all the lost fluids.
Mistress Agony's legs were too tired to keep bouncing, and Samual dropped the feathers to hold her body with his hands, lifting her up and down rhythmically to use her pussy to keep their mutual endless orgasms going.
Daemonettes were spontaneously puffing into existence around them now, and Mistress Agony vaguely noticed that Samual was softly chanting words of worship to Slaanesh, the Sevenson Night Lord being a devout and exclusive Slaanesh worshipper. He was turning this sex into a worship ritual, explaining how Mistress Agony could climax so unnaturally under the power of Slaanesh.
Mistress Agony herself worshipped Chaos Undivided just like Hamahoto Lee and the entire Lee clan did, Hamahoto being an old school chaos undivided Night Lord not a Sevenson Slaaneshi Night Lord. Chaos Undivided included Slaanesh, Undivided worshippers able to worship individual gods at different times so long as all the gods got equal amounts of worship overall, so Mistress Agony didn't hesitate to join in with Samual's Slaanesh worship chanting, letting the rapture of religious worship fill her orgasming soul.
The pleasure only got better as Mistress Agony worshipped Slaanesh, her cum flooded pussy orgasming endlessly in the perfect unbroken peak of pleasure, an orgasm that never faded from the hardest kick, Mistress Agony moaning her head off so much that the worship chant was nonsense noises. Slaanesh seemed to understand that she was cumming too hard to speak properly, and he honoured her efforts to try, graciously receiving the orgasmic sex noises for the worshipful intent behind them, rewarding her with yet more extremes of pleasure for her devotion.
Pink energy glowed around the engaged pair as they fucked and worshipped, the jungle filling with Slaanesh daemons summoned by this worship act, and Mistress Agony basked orgasmically in this heavenly pleasure high like a wonderful drug.
Mistress Agony was so wonderfully fucked that she wasn't fully conscious anymore, the endless orgasm so good that it was soporific. She was in a waking dream of pure heaven, her clitoris and G spot and entire pussy giving her so much endless pleasure that her entire world was just her pussy now.
The huge dick was PERFECT, it scratched her inner itch, it stretched her so snugly, it was the perfect fit for the perfect pleasure, stimulating her high mileage professional sex worker pussy like other dicks just couldn't.
Mistress Agony wasn't even moaning anymore, she had passed on to some higher pleasure so extreme that she was silent but for slight sighs of bliss, the orgasm so good that no sound did justice and no sound was needed. She was still worshipping Slaanesh, but in a very meditative way without words or thoughts, just through pure experience, her soul blazing with Slaanesh energies.
She was just a pussy now, unaware of the existence of the rest of her body, and Samual was just a penis now. Then they ceased to be pussy and penis and instead were just one singular entity, a point like singularity of pleasure, no longer two but one, in the most intimate connection of pure pleasure, spiritually connected by pure sex.
Mistress Agony then lost all thoughts at all, she didn't exist anymore, only pleasure existed, nothing else.
For an eternity there was pure pleasure, nothing else, without beginning or end, infinite and forever.
It lasted for eternity, at least to perception, and all that existed was good and perfect.
Then oblivion, as Mistress Agony passed out completely, fast asleep on the cock, slumped forward over his abdomen and lower chest with her arms still bound behind her head in the over arm tie.
She didn't notice as Samual tenderly untied her arms without otherwise touching her, letting her sleep with his penis inside her.
Samual activated his Catalepsean Node, letting him rest half of his brain at a time, letting him remain partially alert as he got the 4 hours of sleep his Astartes body required. Mistress Agony remained passed out on his torso, her blood red lipstick smeared over the skin of his chest where her slightly open mouth rested unconscious, every slight movement in her sleep slightly smearing the heavy lipstick even more.
Mistress Agony was disheveled from the sex as she lay passed out impaled on his dick, her hair and makeup a mess, but she was still a potently beautiful young woman, so youthful and so refined in features, a natural beauty.
The beautiful young woman looked so peaceful and relaxed in her sleep, fucked to complete heaven. Her olive skinned naked body was flawless and gorgeous, her long black hair feminine and sexy. She was intensely pleasant to look at.
Samual gradually went limp inside her, but he didn't fall out of her, so long of cock that even limp he didn't retract all the way out. It felt wonderful to rest inside a woman like this, especially at the end of so much pleasure.
The pair might have some problems as a couple, but at least they could fuck like angels in heaven.
***…
Mistress Agony felt wonderful as she woke up the next morning, still on Samual's cock. He currently had morning wood and he was stiff inside her, and she sighed in pleasure from the wonderful stretch, immediately growing wet from the excitement of having his perfect dick inside her.
It was currently "nighttime" and Samual seemed to be still asleep, and Mistress Agony naughtily subtly rubbed on his dick inside her to give herself an orgasm, trying to be as subtle as possible.
Samual did not move, and Mistress Agony sneakily continued, getting more and more pleasure as she used his penis in his sleep.
With a sigh of satisfaction Mistress Agony came from his erect cock, and she then naughtily gave herself multiples, climaxing again and again.
Mistress Agony's pussy swelled with cum from Samual's penis unexpectedly, giving her a jump scare, and Samual chuckled without opening his eyes.
"How long have you been awake?", Mistress Agony asked him guiltily.
"Before you even started.", Samual replied with a fond chuckle.
Samual then put his hands on her body and fucked her properly, both having a few more orgasms.
The pair parted loins, dry cum thickly plastering their thighs and pelvises from last night.
"ew…", Mistress Agony softly exclaimed at the mess.
The pair quickly found a nearby jungle lagoon and had a much needed wash, the pair helping each other wash with soap and shampoo from the supplies of their makeshift sleeping camp, Samual tickling Mistress Agony terribly as he "washed" her underarms "for her".
The badly tickled Mistress Agony was soon completely clean, as was Samual, and she held his massive hand fondly as they walked naked back to their campsite of little more than supplies and the ground they had slept on.
Mistress Agony checked her string bikini top and bikini bottom hanging from a low branch to see if they had dried. She had not been able to leave the jungle for days now and she only had the one bikini she had been wearing at the start, every "night" she was forced to hand wash the bikini in the lagoon with detergent to keep it clean, hanging it up to dry as she slept naked.
Mistress Agony found the bikini to be dry enough in the extremely humid air, as dry as it would get, and she put it on, feeling the comfort of boob support from the bikini top on her breasts.
Hamahoto seemed to have been waiting for her to dress, appearing a few moments later in his elaborate ninja/samurai decorated mark IV suit of power armour, emerging through the night darkened foliage from his own sleeping camp (about a hundred meters away to give the couple some privacy).
Hamahoto currently had his helmet removed because it was dark enough for his bare eyes outside, showing off his age creased clean shaven stern oriental face and his long silver hair done up in a Chonmage, a distinctive Japanese topknot style popular with samurai warriors. His race was identical to Mistress Agony, the same mix of Chinese Korean and Japanese from the same home world, literally her distant grandfather who had initially fathered her entire clan with slave geishas from the same home world.
Hamahoto was ancient, centuries old, but space marines lived for centuries. He had the silver hair and face of an elder, but his muscles and bones and reflexes remained young and strong thanks to his gene seed organs. He had the face and manner of an extremely stern but honourable martial arts master, and he did indeed possess the highest possible black belts in every martial art ever to emerge from East Asia. In particular he had mastered both the ninja arts of ninjitsu and the samurai swordsmanship arts of kendo, the ninjitsu in particular making him especially dangerous as a literal Night Lord ninja master.
Mistress Agony abased herself instantly to her terrifying elder kinsman with terrified respect, and Hamahoto accepted her abasement and allowed her to stand at ease in his presence.
Samual also respectfully greeted Hamahoto with a Japanese bow after first hastily putting on a loincloth, and Hamahoto returned the bow honourably, looking pleased by the polite gesture.
Hamahoto held up his fist, showing that he held a number of freshly killed local monkeys by the tails, unnecessarily elaborating that these were for breakfast.
Mistress Agony dutifully took these monkeys and very respectfully borrowed one of the decorative human hand grip sized ninja knives from her great grandfather's belt, using the surprisingly sharp knife blade to skin and gut and filet the monkeys like the quintessential Japanese woman showing hospitality. It was messy work, requiring the help of a wooden ammunition crate as a kitchen bench and chopping board, her fear of Hamahoto preventing her from complaining even once.
Samual was using tools to put on his armour, and Hamahoto was preparing a cooking fire, using his plasma pistol to cheat a bit in lighting it, then setting up sticks together with ropes to make a pot hanging cooking frame above the fire.
Mistress Agony got the monkeys as ready as she could, getting most of the meat off them, and then she rummaged around the campsite to gather a military cooking pot with a wire hanging handle. She filled the pot with the meat, followed by scooping into the pot with her hand some of the cleanest water the lagoon had to offer. She then looked around for some edible plants in the jungle, finding nothing but some yap yap leaves and coconuts, neither of which really worked with a meat stew.
Mistress Agony shrugged and put the pot over the fire with just the monkey meat in water, hoping that it would be enough for all of them.
Samual was in his armour now as Mistress Agony cleaned up, and the two Night Lords ate the monkey guts and skins and fur and even the bones all raw in a way that was absolutely disgusting, cracking open the skulls to eat the raw brains, followed by the shattered skulls themselves!
The Night Lords also dug up plant roots that shouldn't be edible at all, eating them raw to Mistress Agony's considerable dismay. No matter how often she saw this it was still equally gross and amazing the way they could eat almost anything.
The Night Lords gorged themselves with so much roots and other inedible things that they were barely hungry by the time the monkey meat was boiled, with Mistress Agony easily getting her fill before the two Night Lords disinterestedly forced down the remaining meat to their full two stomachs.
Hamahoto didn't say much, watching everything but commenting little, but from her empathic sense Mistress Agony got the sense that he was… Displeased, not displeased with her but with Samual.
Mistress Agony subtly used more of her natural empathy to try to sense more information, and the emotions she sensed were very complex. So much of Hamahoto was related to cultural notions of honour and custom, he responded emotionally to things not just the normal way but in response to how they related to honour.
It was obvious that Samual had done something that Hamahoto deemed dishonourable, not dishonourable to Hamahoto but dishonourable to Mistress Agony herself.
Hamahoto noticed Mistress Agony empathically scrutinising him, and she looked away abruptly.
"What did you sense?", Hamahoto asked her simply.
"That you are displeased great grandfather. That you feel that I am… Dishonoured in some way…", Mistress Agony fearfully admitted.
"Your empathic selective breeding works well.", Hamahoto said simply.
"I… I don't need to know, it's not my business.", Mistress Agony said quickly.
"Actually it is completely your business, it is your own honour after all.", Hamahoto replied sternly.
Mistress Agony didn't reply.
"I didn't want to listen last night, but the whole jungle heard. And this wasn't the only time. Every night has been the same.", Hamahoto said coldly.
"I, I want to marry this man great grandfather.", Mistress Agony quietly insisted.
"You are bred to be a geisha Dominatrix, not a tickle slave. YOU should be the one who binds and torments and dominates, you are not bred to switch places with such dishonour.", Hamahoto complained.
Samual was deathly silent at these words.
"I, I agree that, that I am not bred for this, but I still want to marry him.", Mistress Agony said fearfully, terrified of losing her chance for wealth and power.
"I would never DREAM of so dishonouring your great grandmothers, my geisha Dominatrix slaves, by SWITCHING roles with them in the bedchamber!", Hamahoto barked indignantly.
"The originals are still alive?", Samual asked in surprise.
"My cherished ones are very old, but still alive. I keep them in stasis fields at all times except when they ply their art with me. I have many, and I take them from stasis only one at a time, and only for a few hours except when they are due to sleep.", Hamahoto stiffly explained.
"I beg your pardon Sergeant, but how do you maintain control over your slaves if you submit to them?", Samual asked in slight surprise.
"I do not 'submit' to my treasured ones like a permanent slave, for set times they practice their art with me, at all other times I am their Owner and they are my chattel slaves. Those in the past who tried to over reach their honourable places were… Punished… The others didn't dare to step beyond their boundaries after that. It was unfortunate.", Hamahoto reminisced regretfully.
Mistress Agony shivered at the memory of all the stories of exactly HOW these ancient grandmothers had been "punished" by Hamahoto. They had still been alive when the organs were pulled out…
"You get tickled by them?", Samual asked with morbid curiosity without reaction.
"Some of my treasured ones are very fond of doing that to me, others have other torments they are fond of using. Mistress Rin is the most enthusiastic tickler, every time she comes out of stasis my laughter soon follows.", Hamahoto replied stiffly.
"Great grandmother Rin invented the 'Rin tickling technique' that we still study to this day, she is a legendary master tickler.", Mistress Agony added conversationally.
"Indeed she is a master of the art young granddaughter, you would do well to master her techniques. I can't help but feel slight dread when it is her turn out of stasis, though I love and adore her. Her techniques are flawless and her touch awful.", Hamahoto said with fond memory for his most tickle-infamous geisha Dominatrix slave-consort Mistress Rin.
"You never tickled her in return?", Samual asked hopefully like a sadistic pervert.
"No of course not!, I would never dishonour Mistress Rin by SWITCHING roles with her!, That would be GROTESQUELY disrespectful to her!", Hamahoto barked at this mere suggestion, raising his huge samurai sword in rage!
"I didn't mean to offend you Sir. I was just curious.", Samual said quickly with palms open in peace to defuse the situation.
"You obviously know little about our culture, yet you would marry one of my kinswomen. You likewise disrespect your betrothed by switching roles!, It is DISHONOURABLE to treat a majestic geisha Dominatrix like the opposite of one!", Hamahoto barked disapprovingly.
"I must be careful submitting to any woman thanks to the blood curse Sir, otherwise I would be happy to treat her as a Dominatrix.", Samual said placatingly and reasonably.
"You would MARRY her but you don't TRUST her!?", Hamahoto erupted.
"Well, maybe AFTER the wedding I will. It would be foolish to give lifelong submission to a woman who still has time to call off the marriage.", Samual reasoned.
"Your blood curse seems to complicate your life enormously then.", Hamahoto said gravely.
"After the wedding.", Samual reiterated.
"You really mean it babe?", Mistress Agony asked hopefully.
"Within limits, carefully agreed limits, yes. But if you abuse this trust then my FEMALE kin will rescue me from your control with a single command. Do not abuse my trust, your power over me WILL be limited!", Samual warned sternly.
Mistress Agony gulped at this reminder that his mum and other female relatives would be watching the relationship, with MORE authority to command Samual than Agony herself!, Mistress Agony would become VERY dead VERY quickly if Samual's female kin took issue with her treatment of Samual!
"I won't enrage them!, I… I will be nice to you… Your female relatives don't have to worry!", Mistress Agony promised spinelessly, her hopes of absolute abusive power over Samual dashed away considerably.
"I think that we will sign a submission terms contract with you in the presence of my mother, and sisters, and other female kin, after the wedding. They will each receive a copy of this contract and they will be able to check on me, completely at random, perhaps accompanied by a mind reading psyker to read my mind. Just to make sure…", Samual added dangerously.
Mistress Agony gulped and nodded nervously.
"After the wedding you give your word to treat Mistress Agony the way she was bred for?", Hamahoto asked sternly.
"Yes, I give you my word, shortly after the wedding.", Samual promised.
"VERY shortly after the wedding!, No more than a week after the wedding.", Hamahoto sternly demanded.
"Yes Sir.", Samual agreed.
"This is going to be SO fun!, I have SO many things I want to do to you!", Mistress Agony exclaimed with greedy sadistic enthusiasm.
"What things?", Samual asked slightly nervously.
"The Rin Tickling Technique. You are going to wet yourself SO much!", Mistress Agony said gleefully.
Hamahoto shifted slightly with apprehension at these words, obviously reminded of memories of the technique of the legendary Mistress Rin.
"That sounds very arousing actually. I think I would like that.", Samual said quietly, his body language aroused.
Hamahoto cringed slightly at these words, still reminded of the cruel touch of Mistress Rin.
"You don't enjoy the technique of Mistress Rin great grandfather?", Mistress Agony asked him curiously.
"Her art is beautiful, but her soft touch is unendurable torture. I adore Mistress Rin but I greatly fear her touch. I do not complain, torture is meant to make one suffer, it is beautiful domination to fear her touch so much, to be subdued to obedience by her cruelty. She is very dear to me.", Hamahoto said respectfully.
"That sounds really hot.", Samual said tactlessly, the damn tickling fetishist.
Hamahoto ignored this remark.
"The terms you give are acceptable to me, no less than a week after the wedding you will let Mistress Agony perform her rightful position. She will be appreciated by you, she will be the honourable wife of an elite warrior, she will bear your children and your family name. This will bring honour to her and to me and my consorts.", Hamahoto said half to himself.
"You give us your blessings to marry then great grandfather?", Mistress Agony asked hopefully.
"I will, at the wedding, PROVIDED that you give me no reason between now and then to recant my blessings.", Hamahoto said sternly.
Mistress Agony squealed with joy and spontaneously hugged her great grandfather in gratitude without even thinking about it. Hamahoto was not offended by this gesture and merely nodded to her in indulgent toleration.
They were getting married!
***…