Chapter 64H
Lash Lee was stoic as she sat with her six apprentices in the home of First Lieutenant Ahmed Muhammad aboard the Midnight Stalker, drinking tea elegantly in silence as she thought her complex thoughts.
With the confusion and uncertainty regarding the motives of the guest fleet from the nearby ice planet, everyone who could was taking shelter in lesser ships on the opposite side of the planetary orbits over Autoclave, knowing that the biggest war ships would be the ones most likely to be attacked while the smaller ships far away would likely be ignored.
Lash had been moving around between ships and space stations a lot with her apprentices the past few days, the orbital shuttle flights booked out so that it took lots of random flights to other destinations first before finally stepping stoning their way to the Midnight Stalker, taking whatever flights were still available until they got lucky just to minimise their chances of being somewhere dangerous.
Now that they were finally here and reunited with their two tickle slaves, they had no desire to leave this safe place, and they had politely asked to stay until it was safe enough to go home.
First Lieutenant Ahmed Muhammad was a man of honour and he had agreed to let these women in need stay in his home as his guests, billeting them in his tickling dungeon with just enough space in the various bondage beds for all of them to sleep if the Dommes and tickle slaves all shared beds in groups of threes or fours. Lash and her apprentices all had brought luggage with them, including a suitcase each of clothes and stuff for Fhimra and Octavia, and they had everything they needed for a short term stay in this place of refuge.
"Sorry again about the lack of other accommodations Dommes, the ship has a ten percent crew surplus on top of all the non crew people like wives and kids and stuff that comes with some crew. We ain't barely got quarters space for the crew, let lone guests.", Sharmaine the tickle slave said in a strong black accent, the dark skinned voluptuous slender sexy thing having obvious African ethnicity of some sort.
"Normally you would be put in some fancy guest quarters for visiting officers and shit, being a Cartel girlfriend and shit, but we ain't got the room no more, added literally over a hundred new petty officers and warrant officers and officer cadets and ensigns and midshipmen an shit recently with all the new crew. Some oh they needed nice quarters cause of their rank, so the guest officer quarters got used up. It's wall to wall out there.", Deborah the tickle slave added in an identical accent, also a gorgeous voluptuous slender black thing, just with a slightly smaller build and (obviously) a different face to differentiate the pair of black tickle slaves, having an identical strong black accent and way of speaking.
"I don't know why we couldn't at least be billeted in the Dom half of the home rather than being locked in the dungeon with the slaves.", Mistress Agony said unhappily, rearranging her shiny black latex commissar style fetish Dominatrix hat on her head.
"Unless you want to share a bed with our Dom there ain't no beds in the 'Dom half' as you put it.", Deborah replied with a chuckle.
"I wouldn't mind that, he is rather a handsome man.", Mistress Thorn the apprentice geisha said naughtily in her elegant kimono, the graceful jewellery of her elaborate geisha hairstyle swaying softly with a slight pleasant jingle.
Some other apprentices naughtily agreed, saying that they wouldn't mind sharing a bed with the handsome muscular hunk.
"He is a faithful gentleman motherfucker, he wouldn't touch you at all unless you were one of his tickle slaves that he legally owns, he isn't a cheater. Only fucks girls who are his for life like me an Sharmaine and Kim-Ly, tickle slaves are like wives to him and he don't cheat.", Deborah disabused the horny apprentices.
"I don't mind our accommodations, it was very kind of your Dominant to give us accommodation at all.", Lash quietly said respectfully.
"I don't mind having a bed, it's the locked door that I don't like. We are trapped in this dungeon until he gets back from work, I would like to be able to leave freely and explore the ship as I please.", Mistress Agony said unhappily.
"Ain't none of us can *leave* this dungeon, the first rule of this dungeon is that the girls are locked inside and can't leave. The door is ALWAYS locked.", Sharmaine said incredulously.
"But we aren't subs.", Mistress Agony complained.
"The Dom of this dungeon would be a better person to raise these concerns with. The tickle slaves aren't able to do anything no matter what you say, talk to their Master.", Lash told her pupils quietly.
"I guess.", Mistress Agony conceded.
Lash gracefully got up to walk around the dungeon to exercise her legs, observing everything.
The Dommes were all together in a comfortable multi purpose room that contained comfortable chairs, various small tables, a television and other amenities of comfort, the walls and furniture well decorated with an obvious woman's touch. This room was dubbed "the crib" by Sharmaine and Deborah, and was their main living room during the day, with their indulgent Dom letting the two tickle slaves choose all of the furniture and decorations themselves, a free space where they could just be two women for 8 hours a day rather than tickle slaves.
As well as Dommes the crib contained Sharmaine and Deborah, both beautifully dressed in brightly colourful summer dresses that looked absolutely gorgeous on the pair of wives. In the absence of their Dom the two married tickle slaves were acting as hosts for the guests, happily talking and hanging out with the Dommes warmly. They were very informal with Dominants for longtime lifestyles subs, speaking freely without ceremony, submissive in action when pounced on by Dominants but completely open in speech.
Every now and then one of the apprentices would grab one of the beautiful black women and tickle them for fun, and the woman would always submit beautifully and squeal with laughter, enjoying the tickle, but the moment the apprentice stopped tickling her the woman would continue chatting as though nothing had happened, the two tickle slaves completely unbothered by tickling.
Lash stopped briefly to squeeze both wives on their dress clad tummies, generating high volume hysterical laughter, the pair beautifully submissive and not resisting or fighting back at all. Lash walked her probing fingers up their sides, leaving a wake of squealing laughter, then buried her fingers in their partially open armpits causing deafening screaming hysterics.
Lash grinned fondly as she tickled the pair, her empathic sense feeling the extreme pleasure these women felt from being tickled like this. These girls got intense pleasure from what Lash was doing to them, they LOVED being tickled and they were beautifully receptive to it.
Lash knew better than to do more than tickle them, their Dom had very politely asked that nothing sexual be done to his tickle slaves, only tickling, nothing else.
Lash pulled her hands away from the laughing pair, and they giggled for a moment and then recovered immediately, continuing to talk to the apprentices as though nothing had just happened to them. They had a beautiful attitude to their tickle slavery, completely unbothered by any part of their life.
Lash left the crib and walked through the other rooms of the dungeon, finding a kitchen, a bathroom, some other incidental rooms but mostly dungeon rooms containing bondage furniture and bondage beds, with well equipped shelves and stands holding all sorts of bondage items and tickling implements.
The dungeon was a dedicated tickling dungeon, and lacked many things that were found in most dungeons, not even having any whips at all. There were no riding crops, no canes, no nipple clamps, nothing at all that was specifically designed to inflict pain. It had bondage restraints galore to hold women in all sorts of positions, and intimidating numbers and varieties of feathers and brushes and other tickling implements, all of which looked well used, the tickle slaves obviously given absolute tickle hell on a daily basis. It spoke of a place where pain was absent, it spoke of a gentle Dom who never hit his subs.
Lash found the completely naked Octavia in one of the dungeon rooms, playing with the badly laughing naked Kim-Ly and Fhimra, both of whom were strapped with their backs to a pair of X frames next to each other, Octavia having a lovely time tickling both at the same time with her mischievous fingers.
Lash immediately came up behind Octavia stealthily and caught her by surprise. Wrapping her up in a bear hug from behind and digging her thumbs into Octavia's belly sides, causing explosive laughter and heavy squealing.
Lash grinned playfully as she kept Octavia howling with laughter, having especial fun with her fully healed breast, the stitches fully healed and the "cone of shame" finally removed at long last. Octavia's perfect naked body felt wonderful to tickle in a bear hug like this, the perky soft jiggling flesh wonderfully pleasing to hold and touch like this.
Octavia was the most ticklish woman alive, going absolutely mental in Lash's dominant grip, and Lash was merciless as she probed and stroked the ticklish soft luscious skin all over, Octavia howling with hardest laughter and squirming reflexively.
To Lash's empathic sight Octavia was having a "tickle-gasm" right now, not orgasming but her pleasure so extreme that it almost rivalled one. Her brain was lit up with extreme pleasure from her hard tickling, it was absolutely beautiful to get to empathically feel Octavia's pleasure.
Lash didn't stop, and Octavia was orgasmically pleasured from her tickling fetish, having a nonstop tickle-gasm as she howled and screamed with laughter, her laughing face orgasmic and aroused.
"That ha-ha spot right ha-ha there!", Octavia begged through her laughter, referring to the bit of her belly sides that were currently being dug into by Lash's thumb tips, Octavia wishing to be tickled even more on this spot.
Lash fondly obliged, focusing on this spot relentlessly, and Octavia howled with desperate laughter, her mind lit up with orgasmic pleasure that was beyond beautiful for Lash to sense and share in.
Octavia was getting really horny the longer this went on, and she was turning her head around trying to kiss Lash passionately as she was tickled. Lash just kept tickling her without kissing her, and Octavia soon peed herself with laughter, Lash quickly pulling away to keep the urine from touching her kimono.
Octavia stood peeing herself empty now that she had started, giggling adorably, and Octavia dutifully cleaned up her own mess off the floor with paper towels and a mop at a dominant gesture from Lash.
Lash turned her attention to Fhimra and Kim-Ly bound naked to their X frames, both women giggling nervously in anticipation. Lash chose one at random, picking her girlfriend Fhimra by chance, and Fhimra grinned and winced nervously in ticklish anticipation as Lash stood in front of her X frame.
Lash smiled sadistically and stroked Fhimra's highly jumpy face, her hand sliding down to gently stroke the side of her neck.
Fhimra erupted into energetic giggling from her neck being tickled, and Lash kept tickling her neck making her go crazy.
Lash turned her attention to the tiny Kim-Ly, and suddenly buried a hand in her armpit without any warning, making her squeal with laughter and surprise. Lash grinned mischievously and kept tickling her, generating shrill adorable laughter.
Lash then suddenly tickled Fhimra again, making her squeal, then she pounced on Octavia again and tickled her to hysterics.
Lash grinned happily as she alternated at random between the three squealing tickle slaves, having a great time tickling all of the gorgeous girls.
"You are a *really* good tickler!", Kim-Ly giggled appreciatively, praising Lash.
"Am I?", Lash dominantly teased, tickling her ribs even more to make her laugh hard.
"Too good.", Fhimra said cheekily, earning herself a hard armpit tickle.
"Can I please swap with Fhimra now Mistress Lash?, I want to get tickled in bondage.", Octavia submissively begged hopefully.
Lash poked her in the tummy and nodded indulgently, and Octavia thanked her profusely and unstrapped Fhimra enthusiastically, taking her place against the X frame. Lash and Fhimra together strapped the gorgeous sexy Octavia to the X frame with her arms and legs spread eagle and immobilised, standing back to admire the view of this perfectly sexy woman naked in strict bondage.
Octavia's huge left breast was healed now, but was now covered in scar lines that needed additional plastic surgery to remove. She was lucky to still have a left breast left at all given the punch she had taken, it was frankly astonishing just how good the repair surgery had been so far. Octavia would be getting more surgery on her breast when the time was right, things were just too chaotic right now. She needed comprehensive plastic surgery to get rid of all the scars, but Wendy would make sure that this happened…
Lash frowned at the reminder of Wendy, she wanted to take her mind off the current situation with Wendy. The current situation with Wendy was… Irritating…
Lash tickled the huge breasts of the gorgeous Octavia to take her mind off Wendy, generating squealing laughter, and Fhimra piled on, licking Octavia's nipples erotically to tickle her, making her squeal even more.
Lash turned her attention to Kim-Ly as Fhimra blew a huge wet tickling raspberry in Octavia's right armpit, and Kim-Ly giggled nervously at Lash's attention, extremely jumpy in her X frame.
Kim-Ly was a trauma victim with deep emotional damage, her mind horribly broken to Lash's empathic sense. But she was doing a lot better than she had been in the past, she was absolutely thriving under the gentlemanly domination of her new Dom Ahmed.
Kim-Ly was the quintessential extremely cute young Vietnamese woman, a tiny little slender thing with gentle reserved oriental femininity. She wasn't a chesty girl, but her small boobs suited her small petite build, her very cute face making up for her lack of tits, with beautiful long black hair flowing down her back.
She was also EXTREMELY ticklish…
A few pokes to the tummy reduced Kim-Ly to hysterics, and Lash kept the girl cackling with hard laughter with her cruel touch, showing no mercy to the bound tickle slave.
Kim-Ly was greatly enjoying her tickle torture, the sensation like a drug to soothe her emotional pain, and Lash was extremely generous in providing this drug, tickling the girl for long minutes of hardest laughter with careful ministration to her especially sensitive armpits.
"I love it!", Kim-Ly cackled with shrill laughter, and Lash smiled encouragingly, giving her a LOT more, to Kim-Ly's enthusiastic delight.
Lash was deliberately distracting herself by playing with the tickle slaves because she didn't want to think about the situation with Wendy. She was just so ANNOYED by what Victoria was doing to HER girlfriend!
The raw HUBRIS of Victoria was beyond belief, who did that arrogant bitch think she was STEALING Lash's sub?!
Lash excused herself from the three tickle slaves and kept exploring the dungeon to compose herself, shaking with anger.
Dominatrices had a code, and near the top of that code was the rule against stealing subs away from their existing Dommes without even asking!
Lash "owned" Wendy the total power exchange sub, she had collared Wendy and claimed her as her own submissive property. Not to mention that Lash and Wendy were destined for engagement and marriage!
Just helping herself to Lash's sub and not even giving her back was completely unacceptable!
Lash had been SO polite about it too!
Endless very polite messages had been sent by Lash to Victoria, asking just to SPEAK to Wendy, and even THIS simple request had been refused so ARROGANTLY!
Lash couldn't have been more graceful and patient if she tried, but she apparently couldn't even TALK to her own sub girlfriend in a five minute conversation just to see her and talk to her!
Lash pulled out her vox phone and tried calling Victoria yet again, wanting to talk to Wendy.
"What?!, I'm having sex with MY girlfriend right now!", The French accent of Victoria said with shocking arrogance and rudeness.
Lash stiffened at this, but composed herself enough to speak.
"I would like to speak to her please, it's been days now and I really miss her.", Lash politely requested.
"And what EXACTLY do you want to say?", Victoria asked imperiously.
"I want to tell her that I love her and I miss her, I want to hear her voice and just intimately connect with her.", Lash said sincerely.
"Not yet.", Victoria said simply and hung up abruptly!
Lash swore in Japanese and angrily put her vox away in her kimono, that arrogant BITCH!
Lash wanted to put her foot right up that woman's ASS!
Lash continued to stalk the dungeon, finding the insane Tickle-Chan chained by the neck to a wall, the insane blonde tickle slave currently wearing only torso chains and leg irons, Tickle-Chan currently licking a wall insanely. She was sitting in her own filth, not having been toileted regularly enough.
Lash paused in pity, the poor thing was all alone chained to a wall and ignored, waiting for her owner to arrive without knowing that he wasn't bothering to come while the shuttles were all booked out.
Tickle-Chan was insane, her mind horrifying to Lash's empathic sense. She had been so deeply traumatised that she had gone fully insane from her trauma, her mind completely broken. She was a "mad girl", one of those tickle slaves who go completely nuts over the course of their tickle slavery, creepy wretched creatures that other people avoided whenever possible.
Just from her empathic sense alone Lash could tell that Tickle-Chan was the slave of an absolutely SICK sadist with a tickling fetish, as only a truly sick man would continue to keep a mad girl as a tickle slave after she went mad. Anyone else would feel pity or at least be too disturbed to keep enjoying her, it took a sick man indeed to delight in a mad girl.
"Tickles?", Tickle-Chan asked hopefully, sitting in her own shit.
Lash sighed in deep pity and got to work cleaning Tickle-Chan up, unlocking her neck chain from the wall and leading her by the neck chain into the bathroom.
Lash rolled up her kimono sleeves and washed Tickle-Chan completely clean, unlocking her torso chains and leg irons for what looked like the first time in days, revealing the beginning of painful pressure sores and reeking unwashed armpits with a few days of hair growth.
"Seriously?!, They just left you in chains for days?!", Lash exclaimed, cross for poor Tickle-Chan's sake.
Lash cleaned up the mad girl and shaved her in various places, treating her pressure sores and dressing the sores with gauze and bandages. Tickle-Chan was insane but very submissive and gentle, not at all difficult for a dominatrix to keep in line, and Lash soon had her clean and fresh with her hair brushed and her teeth brushed, putting Tickle-Chan in a lightweight nightie borrowed from one of Lash's apprentices.
"Tickles?", Tickle-Chan asked again hopefully, and Lash sighed and reluctantly obliged, tickling her to howling laughter.
The mad girl was deeply soothed by the tickling, the tickling like a soothing drug to her insane mind, and Lash compassionately tickled her for quite some time, the mad girl completely gentle and compliant as she howled with hard laughter, not even needing bondage to hold her still.
Lash gradually stopped, Tickle-Chan giggling happily in delight, and Lash patted her hair encouragingly, feeling deeply protective of all mad girls like this.
Tickle-Chan cuddled Lash sweetly, making happy noises, and Lash returned the cuddle fondly, wanting to keep the poor thing as comfortable as possible.
Lash seethed with anger as she cuddled Tickle-Chan compassionately, as an (unqualified) mental health professional Lash was naturally extremely protective of the mentally ill. Tickle-Chan needed to be *institutionalised* in a psychiatric hospital, NOT kept in a dungeon as a "working" tickle slave without any psychiatric treatment at ALL!
At the very LEAST Tickle-Chan needed antipsychotic drugs and weekly therapy, this was just abusive to keep her on "active duty" like this!
Lash fumed and cuddled Tickle-Chan more tightly, this sort of thing really upset her. The forces of Chaos could be really rough with so much unnecessary cruelty. It could be especially bad for women with all of the additional sex crimes that all too frequently went with being female, far too many women were broken by cruelty in the forces of Chaos.
Lash understood that a *certain* amount of cruelty was required by the gods, especially by Slaanesh in particular, but as Sharmaine and Deborah and Ahmed showed it was *very* possible to be devout Slaanesh worshippers dedicated to lives of kinky torture while keeping everything safe sane and consensual!
Slaanesh fed on extremes of sensation and addiction and excess, but if you were a Dominant/sadist who just kept your submissive lover alive and took care of him or her physically and emotionally then this was hardly a problem for most fetishes. Most Slaanesh worshippers were good at finding compatible sexual partners, they could date people, fall in love and explore their kinks together to the fullest extremes of sensation so long as they were careful. And *millions* of lowly Slaanesh worshippers did exactly this, they coupled up and everyone involved had fun.
Tickle-Chan had been driven over the edge into madness by being forced to eat the dead bodies of her fellow tickle slave friends during the starvation years, and the guilt and horror of this act had driven her insane. Lash understood that times had been hard and a lot of hard choices had been made by desperate households to kill some people to feed others by cannibalism, she understood the cold logic that its better to have a few die so the rest can live rather than have the entire household starve to death. But AFTER all the cannibalism stuff is over you should then be seeking THERAPY for the unavoidable trauma!
Tickle-Chan should have been sectioned in a psych ward *the moment* the starvation ended and given the professional help she needed to treat her mental illness, NOT been left to wallow in her madness as a tickle slave without any care!
It made Lash so ANGRY just how UNNECESSARY this was!
Tickle-Chan might have recovered with the right treatment, but continuing her tickle slavery without treating her mental illness had compounded the problem and made her so nuts that she might NEVER recover now!
Lash calmed her deep anger with effort. Tickle-Chan was beautifully submissive and had obviously been a delightful quality sub back when she was sane but her sick owner had RUINED her!
Lash cuddled the mad girl even tighter, this wasn't helping her anger over the Wendy situation.
Lash sighed, the universe could be really horrible sometimes.
***…
"Oh for Slaanesh's sake yes I love you now!, I love you I love you I love you Ship-Mistress Victoria!, Please let me go to work before my Mother has a fit without me!", Wendy implored from the confines of her human statue polymer cast.
Victoria ran a hand over Wendy's full breast smugly at these words, but she still didn't release her.
Wendy struggled in her polymer cast uselessly, completely trapped and getting cross now.
"You promised to let me go when I fell in love with you Ship-Mistress Victoria, PLEASE let me out so that I can do my job.", Wendy begged.
"I said AFTER you loved me I would release you, I didn't say exactly HOW LONG after. I really like having you as a human statue for my pleasure.", Victoria purred jadedly.
Wendy groaned in dismay but submissively didn't argue, cursing her own submission.
Her own submission…
Wait a minute…
Wendy didn't HAVE to be submissive like this. This was all a test as she had promised Octavia, one last attempt at being a sub before switching to be a Domme.
Did Wendy still WANT to be a strict submissive for the rest of her life?, Did she WANT to be trapped in submission without a safe word even when she was being kidnapped like this?
Wendy in truth WASN'T happy anymore, she loved Victoria but she wanted to absolutely kick her ass right now!
Wendy still got pleasure from submission and masochism, but it was getting so repetitive by now. For 300 years Wendy had been a total power exchange sub, she had been bound in every way possible and tortured in every way possible. It was getting harder and harder to get a new thrill that wasn't already familiar, it took the superlative Mistress Lash's full fiendish sadistic mind to think up new and novel ways of disciplining and tormenting Wendy, and it was getting harder even for her…
How much more disciplined could Wendy realistically get at this point from itching body paint and other novel types of diabolical sadism?, Wendy was fast exhausting her few remaining new thrills.
Being tickled was still fun, pain was still fun, sensation was still fun, but Wendy needed something NEW that she hadn't tried before.
This bondage by Victoria was BORING!, Every torment she inflicted was STALE!, Wendy loved her but she was fast becoming completely bored…
Maybe it was time for a change?
"I'm bored of being a sub now, I want to switch.", Wendy said with sudden jaded lack of submission, truly feeling bored now.
Victoria laughed incredulously and twisted Wendy's nipples hard in punishment, making Wendy moan in masochistic pleasure but still feel bored.
Wendy just looked at Victoria letting the full dullness she was feeling show on her face.
Victoria paused in horror at this look of BOREDOM on the face of a fellow SLAANESH CHAMPION, the look almost blasphemy on such a face as Wendy's.
"The spark is gone. I have been a sub for 300 years and I'm running out of new pleasures to experience as a sub. I would like to sample the new pleasures of being a Domme or at least a Switch.", Wendy requested glumly.
"This is a trick to get out of bondage.", Victoria accused suspiciously.
"I wish it were.", Wendy sighed glumly.
"Do not lie to me!", Victoria snapped, slapping Wendy hard making her moan slightly in pleasure.
"I was already thinking of switching before I dated Lash, she was my last attempt at being a sub to test if I could still enjoy being submissive. I enjoy it but it is getting harder and harder to feel anything, being a submissive is getting ever more dull for me lately.", Wendy hesitantly admitted with a sigh.
"Are you serious?", Victoria asked quietly.
"I'm afraid so, but I don't want to hurt Lash or you, I don't want to break any hearts so I hide my growing dissatisfaction carefully. I have been forcing myself to feel new extremes of pleasure to keep up the thrill but it's getting harder and harder to get the same pleasure as before.", Wendy admitted.
"That happens to all Slaanesh worshippers, increasing desire but diminishing returns over time, you just have to push yourself harder.", Victoria advised.
"I have been pushing myself harder for 300 years. Now I am completely exhausted. I need to change pleasures to get the old high back.", Wendy sighed seriously.
"We can just try new sensations then, sensations that you aren't used to.", Victoria suggested seriously, looking gravely concerned for Wendy like a worried friend now.
"What sensations?", Wendy asked hopefully.
"Ice cubes on your tits?", Victoria suggested.
"Done that to death.", Wendy unhappily replied.
"Hot tortures?"
"Done that too."
"Electric shocks?"
"Done that."
"Falling in bondage?"
"Like bungee jumping when tied up?"
"Yeah."
"That's kinda mild after the first few times. I tried it. The first time it was wonderful adrenaline, by the 100th time I was so bored I fell asleep."
"When was that?"
"About 200 years ago."
"Huh… Well what about pain?"
"Are you serious?, It's been done to death."
"Surely there must be SOMETHING that you haven't tried?"
"Nothing I can think of."
"What about heterosexual stuff?"
"I'm a dyke, and I have done it with thousands of men during my life. I don't feel pleasure, just a numb slight violation."
"What about we violate you even more?"
"I'm a high mileage whore already, I'm pretty numb to violation now."
"We just have to keep thinking."
"I want to try switching with you.", Wendy requested.
"I don't want to.", Victoria complained.
"But you are my girlfriend. I thought you loved me?", Wendy pressed.
"I do love you but I don't switch."
"You might enjoy it."
"What if we just try normal sex?", Victoria suggested.
"Like vanilla lesbian stuff?", Wendy asked in slight surprise.
"Yeah, just good old fashioned fucking.", Victoria agreed.
"I guess that's something we could try, I don't do vanilla very often.", Wendy hesitantly agreed.
"You promise not to run away if I let you out to have sex?", Victoria asked suspiciously.
"I don't want to ruin our friendship by being that rude to you. I just want to feel something new as you rearrange my guts.", Wendy promised.
Victoria very reluctantly had Wendy carried away to an empty room by her maids, and Wendy was hosed down with a solvent chemical that made the hard polymer turn into a runny liquid, releasing Wendy easily.
Wendy got up and stretched her muscles with groans of faint pleasure, barely pleasured even by stretching her sore stiff muscles for the first time in days.
Wendy had all of the chemical residues hosed away, and she took off her rune engraved leather play harness and straps before Victoria could stop her, immediately dropping her geometric warping to tower over Victoria in her ape-like monstrous true form, power swelling her daemonic muscles.
"You tricked me!", Victoria accused angrily.
"Not a trick, I wanna fuck you in my true form as a new pleasure.", Wendy promised in her daemonic true voice.
Victoria laughed in relief and ran to Wendy, and Wendy bent down to make passionate love to her, feeling the penis enter the pussy of her true form.
"THERE YOU ARE WENDY!", the psychic voice of her mother filled her brain interrupting the sex.
"Yes Matriarch?", Wendy said audibly for Victoria's benefit.
"Your mum is interrupting us NOW?!", Victoria complained.
"I need you back at work IMMEDIATELY!, The Cartel is in turmoil, the paperwork is piling up, I have diplomatic tasks for you…", Wendy's mother began frantically.
"Can I bring Victoria with me at least?", Wendy asked hopefully.
"Get your ass back here!", the Matriarch shouted in a rage.
"I have to go… Call me…", Wendy said apologetically to Victoria.
Victoria crossly humphed as Wendy walked out of the room, looking upset.
"I'll call you later and we can continue this.", Wendy promised and walked out the door.
***…
"What do you MEAN you want to switch now?!", Lash exclaimed into the vox phone to Wendy, unable to believe her ears.
"I'll fucking STAB her if she tries to marry my Octavia!", Fhimra snarled in the background.
"I just want to spice things up a bit with you Mistress Lash.", Wendy explained over the vox.
"Is that so?", Lash asked darkly.
"It will be fun Mistress Lash.", Wendy promised.
***…