Chapter 68H
Wendy felt the happiest she had felt in a long time as she finally made some progress in her work. The nation of the Spear of Sidon Ultra had formally signed an agreement to become a semi-independent state in the Sevenson Empire, and the other visiting ships in orbit of Autoclave were also gradually signing individual treaties with other ambassadors.
The cleanup of dead bodies was still ongoing in the bigger ships, but more and more of the more important sections of the respective ships were cleaned out and fully habitable, (the bodies in many cases just being dumped into less important areas with mechanical shovels). Soon the ships would be "clean enough" to stop worrying about the cleanup so much and the fleet could move on from here.
Most importantly of all Wendy and others had finally gotten around to sorting and dividing all the pirate loot, making everyone (important) an absolute fortune in prize money. The looted petrochemical fuels alone would sell for a fortune, as would the pirate gold and other highly valuable things found all over and around Autoclave. On every tiny island workers were unearthing buried treasure of all sorts, gold, weapons, technology, daemonic items, all worth a fortune.
Wendy herself was currently standing in a treasure hold onboard the Nightmare Asylum, her work as an ambassador no longer needed now that she had negotiated a treaty with the Spear of Sidon Ultra. She was busy as always, and right at the moment she was personally inspecting a trove of Slaaneshi daemonic artefacts dug up from various treasure troves buried under the sands of the many islands of Autoclave.
Wendy felt wonderful pleasure and sensation just being around these items, feeling the Slaanesh daemons bound inside the items calling to her and radiating pain and pleasure and sensation. Wendy ran her bare fingers over chains of supernatural agony, filling her skin with wonderful pain, she touched runic drug dispensers, siren whispers calling her to inject herself, (which she ignored). This stuff was all so wonderful and so highly valuable.
Wendy was dressed in dominatrix leathers now, having fully switched with Lash, and she felt absolutely wonderful dressing dominant for a change. She wore shiny black leather high stiletto heeled Dominatrix boots so high up her legs that they covered her entire legs all the way to her clean shaven pussy, and her pussy itself was completely bare but for an erotic shiny black leather G string that was worn backwards so that the leather ass string literally "flossed" between her completely bare pussy folds.
At Wendy's waist she wore a sexy thin shiny black leather belt hung with whips and chains and handcuffs and the like, storing items on hand for her to use on subs like Lash. The bottom of her perfectly flat belly was bare to just above her belly button, but a shiny black leather Dominatrix corset then started, beginning just above her belly button and ending at her plunging cleavage, leaving her entire shoulders and much of the top half of her chest completely bare, her nipples only just covered by her extremely low cleavage.
Wendy's corset was decorated very elaborately with Slaanesh symbols and artworks and insignia of her exalted rank, and her breasts were decorated with a few agonising pointy stainless steel spikes protruding from the leather in strategic places, to inflict pain upon any who DARED to grope the breasts of this dominant Dominatrix. Most especially the spikes existed for Lash and Octavia and Fhimra, to tell them that while Wendy could grope her subs and slaves freely they could not grope her in return, to remind them that they were submissive and Wendy was Dominant.
Lastly Wendy wore decorative shiny black leather arm sleeves studded with more painful stainless steel spikes in various places, the sleeves starting just past her armpits and ending at her wrists, purely decorative attire to add to her dominance.
Wendy was bare headed and wore heavy very dominant makeup, looking sexy in the extreme with her long straight brown hair hanging loose, dressed so provocatively that Wendy turned on even herself right now, enjoying the sweet feminine smell of her own heavy Slaaneshi perfume haze wafting off her skin.
Wendy held a handheld data tablet, typing with supernatural speed as she noted the various treasures and confirmed their condition and estimated values. These things would sell for a fortune in this fleet or in the markets of Vem Omicron, Slaanesh worshippers with money would pay a fortune for these wonderful items sacred to Slaanesh.
Soon these items would be sold and the proceeds would be split amongst the fleet, with officers and space marines and Cartel members getting the biggest share of this money, with the lower people getting steadily smaller shares of this money according to their rank in the hierarchy. The various people had been complaining nonstop for their share of the treasure money, it would be nice to finally shut them all up about it.
Wendy continued to inspect the treasure in this hold, her's been the final inspection before it was sold off, and underlings were taking the treasure away after she evaluated each item, taking it to a separate treasure hold awaiting market. Wendy worked fast, the treasure was fast disappearing as she inspected and confirmed each item for their listed state of repair and value, she would be finished soon.
Wendy was 3 quarters finished when she noticed an exquisite shiny black daemon whip, a long bullwhip by the look of it. The whip was a daemon weapon and was so supernaturally distorted that it was impossible to see clearly, like trying to view a quantum super position that just got more vague and blurry the closer you tried to look at it. Wendy could see its surface clearly, but at the same time she couldn't see its exact location or length or shape. When she tried to make out its location she couldn't see its surface clearly anymore. This sort of macro scale quantum uncertainty was entirely supernatural, completely impossible without the most extreme warp energy saturating the item.
Despite the difficulty in seeing it, the whip was absolutely beautiful. It lacked any spikes or barbs or other sharp bits, just a leather or polymer whip, designed to inflict pain but not injure anyone.
Wendy walked up to the beautiful thing and touched it with a fingertip…
SCREAM!
Wendy was screaming in pain so extreme that it was terrifying!
Wendy withdrew her finger immediately, the lingering pain so extreme that Wendy spontaneously orgasmed with masochistic pleasure!
Wendy inspected her finger for injuries, but her skin was intact and flawless, not even red or inflamed. The pain had been purely supernatural with no actual injury inflicted…
Wendy smiled greedily and touched the whip again, immediately filled with screaming agony and having more orgasms from the pain.
Wendy got so horny from the pain that she wrapped the whip around her body to touch as much bare skin as possible, laying down on the floor moaning in endless agony orgasm.
Wendy slid aside her flossing G string and inserted the whip handle all the way inside her pussy, gasping with perfect pleasure as she rhythmically penetrated herself with pure agony.
Wendy was squirting like crazy as she had the most intense orgasms in her entire long life, completely in love with this wonderful whip.
Wendy could happily play with this whip all day, but she didn't have the time. Sadly she pulled it out and unentangled herself, putting it on the floor beside her.
"I'm keeping this whip as part of my own share of the treasure, I will buy it right now with my own money to reimburse the rest.", Wendy told her nearby underlings.
A while later Wendy was finished with the treasure and had the coiled up daemon whip lovingly hanging off her belt with the help of a long leather strap to keep it down below her hips, resting safely against the leather of her high boots with no bare skin touching it. The whip seemed unable to inflict any pain through the leather, needing bare skin to work, Wendy was safe from the wonderful distraction of the pain.
Wendy continued to work for long hours, sorting out all sorts of administrative tasks alongside other Sevenson women, and Wendy touched her new whip whenever she found the time, enjoying the orgasmic pain, squirt spraying out across her flossing G string in a way that felt fantastic.
Some hours later Wendy was finished work for the day and she raced home eagerly, entering her dungeon palace on the Nightmare Asylum to hear the sound of beautiful stringed instrument geisha music.
Wendy smiled and followed the music all the way to Lash's dedicated music room, finding the beautiful geisha inside playing some oriental stringed instrument very gracefully in her full geisha getup.
Wendy walked up to the gorgeous creature and stood dominantly behind her, putting her hands possessively on Lash's graceful kimono clad shoulders.
Lash looked back at Wendy and smiled nervously, and Wendy dominantly massaged her shoulders as Lash continued to play beautifully.
Wendy pulled the instrument from Lash and gently put it down on the floor, then she turned to face the seated Lash, taking one of her soft hands and gently pulling her to her feet.
Lash lowered her face submissively with quiet geisha grace, and Wendy used her daemonic strength to lift Lash up in her arms cradled like a baby, and dominantly carried her to a dungeon room for some fun.
Lash looked nervous and afraid as she gracefully undressed naked for Wendy, leaving only her elaborate hair and makeup untouched, and Wendy took the naked Lash to a bondage crucifix, her feet mercifully standing on the floor so that she could breathe but with her wrists cuffed way out to her sides with leather straps chained to the cross.
Wendy used leather strap ankle cuffs chained to the bottom of the cross to hold Lash's ankles, and then Wendy went behind the cross where Lash couldn't see and immediately began to stroke her armpits with her fingers from behind.
Lash went crazy immediately, cackling with laughter and tugging hard on her bonds, and Wendy grinned sadistically as she tickled Lash, working up and down her sides at random between her armpits and her tummy sides, generating desperate hard laughter.
"Please stop Mistress Wendy!", Lash pleaded in heavy laughter.
"Aw, does it tickle?", Wendy taunted Lash sadistically, doubling the intensity to punish her for begging for mercy.
"I'm about to say the safe word!", Lash gasped with laughter.
Wendy stopped tickling and crossly twisted Lash's nipple in punishment, making her yelp in pain without any pleasure.
"Please be gentle with me Mistress Wendy.", Lash begged submissively.
Wendy went around the front of the cross and groped Lash's elegant perky breasts erotically, making Lash moan very softly in pleasure.
"I like this Mistress Wendy.", Lash submissively communicated her feelings.
Wendy tickled her ribs suddenly for about 30 seconds, making her scream with laughter until Wendy stopped.
"Thank you for stopping Mistress…" Wendy then tickled her again.
"Please be nice to me Mistress Wendy.", Lash begged through her laughter.
Wendy stopped tickling and assertively put a finger inside Lash's vagina, being met with uncomfortable dryness.
"Why are you so dry submissive?", Wendy asked unhappily.
"You didn't give me permission to get wet yet Mistress Wendy.", Lash said a feeble excuse.
"I give you permission to get wet freely until I say otherwise.", Wendy indulged, still fingering the dry Lash.
"Yes Mistress Wendy.", Lash fearfully agreed.
Wendy used one hand to softly tickle Lash in various places, making her laugh as she was fingered by the other hand.
"You still aren't wet.", Wendy said unhappily after giving Lash some time to moisten.
"I'm too tickled to be wet Mistress Wendy.", Lash giggled fearfully.
Wendy sighed and stopped tickling her, but Lash still didn't get wet!
"I'm scared Mistress Wendy, I can't get wet when I'm so scared of you.", Lash explained her innocence when confronted.
"I ORDER you to get wet, I will whip you if you don't dampen my finger!", Wendy dominantly commanded.
Lash fearfully agreed and scrunched her face with effort but she still remained dry!
"Alright you asked for this!", Wendy chastised and grabbed her new daemon whip from her belt, Wendy screaming in orgasm and pain as she held it with her bare hands.
Lash looked terrified and Wendy stood back and lashed out with the whip, striking Lash right on the clitoris with a deafening whip crack with perfect exquisite accuracy.
Lash screamed in agony and instantly projectile vomited, sobbing and crying and wetting herself and shitting herself moments later in the aftermath.
Wendy whipped again and Lash screamed in horror and agony, shaking her head and convulsing in a muscular fit of agony.
Wendy was about to give a third strike of the whip but Lash seemed to be having an epileptic fit in her cross now, her entire body having shaking seizures and fluid vomiting out of her mouth, her eyes unfocused as she had a continuous seizure…
Wendy felt a little bit guilty and put her new whip away on a wall hook to keep it a safe distance away from the seizure gripped Lash. Wendy unstrapped Lash and gently lowered her to the floor out of the way of anything that could hurt her, letting Lash have her seizure as Wendy observed her.
Wendy had the good sense to video vox call both her student dentist daughter Mandy and her student medical doctor daughter-in-law Liling on the same call, waiting as both women answered the call and filled the screen with their two beautiful faces.
"Yes Mother-In-Law?", Liling answered with fearful respect, taking the call first.
"Hello mummy.", Mandy said with raw fear when she answered a moment after Liling.
"Lash is having a fit.", Wendy explained, showing the camera the sight of Lash having an epileptic seizure on the floor.
"Does she have any medication for her epilepsy?", Liling asked immediately in a professional voice.
"She doesn't have epilepsy, this has never happened before.", Wendy said seriously.
"Hospital, immediately. Make sure she can breathe and call for paramedics to take her to hospital.", Liling said without hesitation, but also said with little emotion, like a sociopath reaction.
"I hope my cousin is going to be alright!, I will come over immediately, I'm on my way!", Mandy exclaimed frantically with far more emotion, clearly no sociopath like Liling seemed to be.
Wendy caught sight of Mandy releasing her naked Wong Mafia husband from bondage and telling him what happened, the huge burly Mandy currently wearing a fetish latex dominatrix kimono with a massive condom clad anal sex strap on strapped to the front of it, her hair and makeup also distinctively geisha in style and appearance.
The huge half Goliath half Asian young woman was then running out of her home with the vox still in hand, the footage showing rapidly up and down beside her as she ran, grown men pedestrians being easily slammed aside by the huge muscular woman.
Wendy had already called for paramedics on the separate home vox, and she made sure that Lash was able to breathe as Mandy continued to sprint through the ship corridors towards them.
Liling was still in the chat but she seemed disinterested, currently reading some medical textbooks as she waited for something to happen to end the call.
The front door soon opened with Mandy's authorised palm scan on the door lock, and moments later the massive tall muscular geisha ran into the dungeon, muscles bulging under her tight latex kimono in a way that was strangely sexy, the quintessential Amazon muscle mummy physique.
The huge Mandy ran crying to Wendy and Lash, fussing over the seizure gripped Lash in hysterical tears.
Lash was still convulsing bodily on the floor violently, she made little sound and she didn't seem to be conscious, just having a fit naked on the floor.
Paramedics then arrived, with Fetter and Chaquille *finally* getting up out of bed to investigate all the commotion, Wendy not having thought to even call for them in all of this confusion.
The paramedics quickly gave Lash some injected drug that stilled her convulsions and Wendy was asked all sorts of questions, sheepishly showing them the daemon whip she had used that had obviously caused this.
"Mummy!", Mandy exclaimed angrily at this information, and Wendy had the good grace to look really embarrassed about this.
Lash was still unconscious after her fit and she was taken away in a stretcher and rushed to the Cartel hospital, Wendy and Mandy accompanying her.
"Did you even get that daemon whip TESTED before you used it?!, It might have CURSED poor Lash with some daemon attack!", Mandy crossly shouted at Wendy in considerable emotion.
"Fuck…", Wendy said in dismay, not having actually done this…
***…
Lash Lee the geisha Dominatrix heard a beeping heart rate monitor in her head as wakefulness slowly invaded her peaceful sleep. She couldn't remember falling asleep, the last thing she remembered was playing musical instruments as she waited for Wendy to come home.
Lash groaned sleepily and stretched her arms, finding a tube sticking into her hand through a small needle and a heart rate monitor thing clipped to her finger.
"She's awake!", The voice of Mandy Sevenson/Wong exclaimed so loudly that Lash grimaced at the noise.
"Mandy?, What happened?, Where am I?", Lash asked in confusion, opening her eyes to see Mandy and Wendy sitting beside her bed in some hospital room.
"You are in hospital, you had an epileptic fit, don't you remember?", Mandy said animatedly.
"I don't remember any of that. I remember playing music, then waking up here.", Lash admitted.
"Amnesia?", Wendy asked hopefully, coming over to kiss Lash in greeting.
"I guess so, I don't really remember a thing.", Lash said worriedly.
"How do you feel?", Wendy asked sweetly and slightly guiltily, Lash's empath sense still very disoriented but clearly sensing that Wendy felt guilt and shame about something she had done.
"I feel a bit dizzy and confused, I'm disoriented.", Lash admitted honestly, still finding herself.
"You just rest then my darling.", Wendy said sweetly, the guilt unmistakable to Lash's empathy.
"I didn't know that I had epilepsy, the eugenics should have completely bred that out of my bloodline.", Lash said in concern, and Wendy's guilt became unbearable at these words.
"What did you do Mistress Wendy?", Lash asked suspiciously.
"I… I used a new daemon whip on you during a bondage scene. It went horribly wrong, you projectile vomited and soiled yourself and you had an epileptic fit… Violet is inspecting the daemon whip with her psychic powers as we speak to figure out why this happened.", Wendy explained guiltily.
Lash suddenly screamed as the slightest hint of the buried memories returned to her mind and she slapped Wendy hard across the face in outrage!
"You evil bitch!, I remember now!, Well only some of it!, The memory is blocked out by my mind to protect my mind from TRAUMA!, You TORTURED me with a terrible thing!, I can't BELIEVE you sometimes Wendy!", Lash exploded in yelling outrage at the slightest memories.
"I don't want to remember anymore of it!, The vaguest recollection I have is too much to bear already!", Lash sobbed angrily as Wendy held her freshly slapped face.
"You just slapped your Mistress.", Wendy warned with anger born out of guilt.
"I am in hospital because of what you did to me when I trusted you with my submission, you are an irresponsible Dominatrix and I don't trust you anymore!", Lash snapped at Wendy with feeling.
Wendy immediately threw herself at Lash and began slapping her face angrily with sharp pain!
Mandy came to Lash's rescue as she tried to defend herself against Wendy's daemonic strength, and Wendy easily overpowered the massive muscular Mandy with an arm twisted behind her back and slapped her too, alternating between slapping the faces of both Lash and Mandy!
Lash angrily slapped Wendy back, crying angrily and becoming enraged, and Wendy punched Lash in the face giving Lash a black eye and a bleeding nose!
"Domestic violence!", Lash screeched, holding her face and screaming for help.
Nurses came running but Wendy ordered them to leave again, continuing to slap around both women as the nurses fearfully obeyed the high ranking Cartel woman.
Lash found herself bent naked across Wendy's lap being spanked brutally hard, and Lash was bitterly beaten to fearful obedience, apologising in tears and begging for Wendy to stop.
Wendy stopped the brutality and gave the crying Lash a great big cuddle, her guilt and shame blazing in her heart now at what she had done.
Mandy was completely subdued to terror of pain too by this point and cowered before her mother in terrified obedience, the room filled with sobbing.
"I… I didn't mean to punch you, I was just fighting back when you slapped me while I was disciplining you Lash.", Wendy said sounding horrified with herself.
"Please don't hurt me again Mistress Wendy.", Lash begged pitifully in tears.
"You are my sub, I will *hurt* you again, but I will refrain from punching you in the face like that ever again.", Wendy soothed.
"I don't want to be a battered wife, I don't want to live in fear of the person I love. I don't deserve this.", Lash whimpered, genuinely afraid.
"I will mostly just tickle you.", Wendy coaxed.
"I don't enjoy being tickled either. I'm TERRIFIED of you now, I don't like living in fear.", Lash whimpered.
"We can work through this, we just need to work on our relationship.", Wendy soothed patronisingly.
"This isn't a *we* problem, it's a YOU problem Mistress Wendy. You are the one who does these terrible things while I am powerless in bondage, you are the one with all the power so you are ALSO the one with all of the RESPONSIBILITY when a scene goes badly!", Lash informed Wendy instantly.
Wendy paused at these words, her guilt and shame growing.
"You didn't say the safe word.", Wendy justified herself.
"COMMON SENSE!", Lash hissed crossly.
"Have some common sense when you do a scene, don't use a DAEMON WHIP without even asking when a normal whip is safer!, You could have KILLED me tonight!, I shouldn't have the burden of scene safety as a sub when any Domme with common sense would know how to do a safe scene!", Lash elaborated.
"I'm sorry about the daemon whip.", Wendy attempted.
"I don't trust you anymore. Today a daemon whip, tomorrow what else will you do?", Lash said honestly.
"We just need some relationship counselling to get through this.", Wendy encouraged.
"You need comprehensive therapy Mistress Wendy, you just beat up me and Mandy in a freaking HOSPITAL ROOM!, This isn't healthy.", Lash said honestly.
"I don't like the way you keep standing up for yourself as a sub, Octavia doesn't stand up to me like this, even Fhimra doesn't DARE to defy me as you do so openly.", Wendy warned.
"I'm not a sub like they are, and even subs should be able to stand up for themselves if they don't consent to what is happening to them. I already told you that I want to be an oral sub and an orgasm sub, I don't want to be tortured and too afraid to even get wet, yes I remember what caused this. You whipped me because I was INCAPABLE of getting wet despite sincerely trying!, That was not a fair punishment!", Lash protested.
"I will adjust how I punish you.", Wendy said simply.
"No, this is enough!, I have tried switching and it has been an absolute disaster!, This has to change.", Lash protested.
"What are you saying!", Wendy demanded suspiciously.
"I'm not even sure what I am saying, I need to think about a lot of things. I need to take a step back from submission until I know what I even want.", Lash admitted honestly.
"A step back?", Wendy asked anxiously, obviously fearing that this was a breakup.
"I'm in hospital, I need to pause my submission to you for a while anyway as I recover. I need to just be your girlfriend but not submissive for a while.", Lash offered.
"That goes against your submission contract Lash.", Wendy reminded her.
"We need to renegotiate the contract anyway, it was rushed and it needs refining.", Lash said seriously.
"I'm willing to LISTEN to new contract details, but it's still MY decision if I agree to your changes.", Wendy said firmly.
"I need some time, I ask you to be patient with me and to let me recover before you punish me in any way Mistress Wendy.", Lash begged reasonably.
"I will give you some time… Today at least. You have your safe word if you need more time.", Wendy offered stingily.
Lash sighed unhappily at this.
***…
Fhimra Pyrestrength was anxious about the future and trying to be deliberately hopeful and optimistic as she went for a walk through the Iconoclast Class Destroyer Midnight Stalker, her mind troubled and uncertain.
Fhimra was currently walking around with a collar and leash on her neck, holding hands with her fiancée Octavia who also wore a collar and leash, the two tickle slaves walking ahead of the six Dominatrix apprentices of Mistress Lash who took it in turns holding the leashes of Fhimra and Octavia. Beside this group walked the three leashed tickle slaves Sharmaine, Deborah and Kim-Ly, their own leashes held by their dominant owner First Lieutenant Ahmed Muhammad.
The women were all clothed passingly modestly, if not completely appropriately, three women wore footwear and all were unbound but for Kim-Ly, whose wrists were handcuffed behind her back with a pair of pink fluffy handcuffs for suicide prevention. Octavia currently wore a white couple's shirt emblazoned with the words "I WAS DOING LESBIAN STUFF", and Fhimra shyly wore the matching shirt that said "I'M LESBIAN STUFF", the submissive Fhimra and Octavia having been ordered to wear these inappropriate shirts by the sadistic Dommes to deliberately embarrass and humiliate Fhimra.
The shirts were embarrassingly tight to show off their impressive breasts through the tight white semi-see through fabric, their thin completely see through bras struggling underneath their shirts to hold up their bulging assets with their erect nipples just vaguely visible through the shirt and bra fabric!
Apart from the shirts the two fiancées wore completely see through *crotch less* panties, (which was just a double redundancy honestly), and a pair of attention grabbing bright fluorescent pink miniskirts so sadistically short that the slightest wrong movement would show off their tush or their twat to passers by!
Sharmaine and Deborah and Kim-Ly wore much more modest beautiful colourful sundresses, their Dom not deliberately humiliating them but rather honouring them in public like a gentleman. The three tickle slaves of Ahmed seemed to enjoy dressing up nicely in their best clothes for their morning walks, this being their only public social interaction with the public and especially with other women. They all looked sooo nice in their best dresses, like the genuine consorts of the affluent Ahmed rather than just his slaves.
The three tickle slaves of Ahmed were even wearing fancy high heeled shoes like they were going to a nightclub, not exactly the best shoes for going for an hour long hike through the ship but absolutely perfect shoes for looking good around other women. The three tickle slaves were dressed up to impress, but not to impress men or even Ahmed, they were dressed up to impress other women as part of the subtle way that women establish social hierarchies in public.
Everything down to the hair and makeup was carefully tailored by the women themselves to give a social message to other women on the ship. The message said that they were the consorts rather than just the slaves of their powerful first Lieutenant *mate*, it said that these women were well provided for with material wealth, it said that they were right near the top of the female social hierarchy, it said that they were proud of their position and of their shared male mate, it said that they were respectable and to be taken seriously even when walked on literal leashes.
Fhimra and Octavia on the other hand were dressed to humiliate and hyper-sexualise them as subservient sexual objects, creatures who existed to have sex with, their entire identity dehumanised down to their physical ability to satisfy sexual desires and nothing more. Fhimra and Octavia didn't even wear shoes, deliberately forced by the Dommes to be barefoot in public to further subordinate them to a lowly inferior status.
For most women the treatment of Fhimra and Octavia would be a horrible and abusive predicament to endure, but the pair were highly submissive consensual masochists who got an intense pleasure from this treatment by dominant fellow women, and Fhimra was enjoying it coyly like she usually did. Fhimra was blushing pinkly from her sadistic public humiliation but she was also nursing a puddle in her pussy, intensely turned on by this horrible consensual bullying by the gorgeous sexy Dommes.
Fhimra held Octavia's hand tightly as though she was about to be ripped away from Fhimra, feeling Octavia's soft highly feminine hand squeezed tightly in Fhimra's own small feminine hand. Fhimra LOVED this woman and Fhimra had put in all of the work and effort and suffering and sacrifice to be worthy of loving Octavia. Fhimra had given absolutely everything to this relationship, she had EARNED her place through months of humiliation and tickling and sexual acts to the limits of physical endurance, she had SUFFERED for Octavia, desiring only to LOVE Octavia as her lawfully wedded wife for the rest of their lives, enduring the most abusive extremes of tickling by Octavia and others without hesitation.
And Octavia loved Fhimra, oh how much she LOVED Fhimra. Her dutiful submissive tickle torture toy with no safe word, the one who suffered Octavia's ticklish wrath more than anyone else alive but never resented her for a second. Fhimra was loyal to Octavia even through literal torture, Fhimra would go well beyond the call of duty just to make Octavia smile, Fhimra was the most healthy relationship Octavia had ever had, a woman who unconditionally loved her to the point of willingly giving up lifelong freedom by marriage to live with her fellow slave wife in a brutal tickling dungeon for life. Octavia daily told Fhimra how much she loved her, daily kissed her, daily let Fhimra into the most intimate parts of her life.
Neither religion nor culture nor intelligence differences had stopped their loving and completely consensual relationship, the pair of them BOTH EQUALLY wanted to be in this relationship, they wanted to get married, they wanted to spend their lives together. It was beyond cruel and unjust to threaten to forcibly separate this happy couple against their will, they weren't hurting anyone by being together, they were beyond delightful to their sadistic owner. The kindest thing anyone could do is to leave these two consensual tickle slaves alone to spend their lives together as a loving kinky couple.
Fhimra blushed and pulled down her humiliatingly short miniskirt yet again as she walked past yet another teeming crowd of people in the corridor, everyone who passed by reading her and Octavia's shirts and snorting with laughter and making comments that made Fhimra blush even more.
Octavia was at ease being a contented carefree slut, not even slightly shy or embarrassed and even waving to people and happily greeting them with a huge inviting smile.
Fhimra was blushing so hard that the burning pain in her cheeks was becoming literally torture, but this fact made the masochistic Fhimra get wet, making her blush even more as a small drip of wetness fell off her folds to the floor between her bare feet!
The Dommes were chuckling with gleeful sadism and deliberately forcing Fhimra to enter into embarrassing conversations with passers by, forcing her to admit to the strangers that she was currently all wet from this, with the Dommes even commanding the submissive Fhimra to lift her miniskirt to show a group of Down syndrome men her crotch less panties and dripping wet pussy!
Fhimra's face was pure fire from blushing, hanging her throbbing red stripy face in utter humiliation as she submissively exposed her very wet vagina to strangers, her pussy dripping more and more as this HORRIBLE consensual bullying and humiliation made Fhimra so horny and aroused that it was completely terrifying!
"You gotta wet lil wee wee hole.", One Down Syndrome man in the crowded corridor was currently saying as the blushing Fhimra submissively lifted her miniskirt at the front, the Dommes standing behind her laughing meanly in a way that turned Fhimra on even more!
Octavia was also happily exposing herself to the public as ordered, but without a hint of blushing or embarrassment, and Fhimra blushed even harder.
The walk continued as the humiliated Fhimra nursed a small waterfall, this was SO HOT even though it was HORRIBLE at the same time!
Being a masochistic submissive like Fhimra was so good and so bad at the same time, she suffered such extremes but she got so stupidly turned on from her own daily bullying that she loved this cruelty.
Fhimra soon couldn't take her horniness anymore and she began to publicly masturbate just to relieve the sexual tension she felt, blushing hard as seething crowds gawked and pointed at her energetic public masturbation.
"What a horny little slut you are.", the exquisite Mistress Blade chuckled with sadistic delight, coming up behind Fhimra to cup her huge breasts under her shirt from behind, cruelly toying with her nipples with her soft fingertips in a way so good that it somehow hurt.
Fhimra was beyond embarrassed as she groaned long and hard in a very public orgasm, fluids dripping to the floor off her finger knuckles from her finger stuffed reproductive opening.
"You absolute whore.", Mistress Blade erotically insulted Fhimra in a sensual dominant voice, and Fhimra rapidly fingered out another one as crowds of people pointed and commented.
Fhimra was so humiliated that it was agonising torture, but she just couldn't stop masturbating now that she had started, this was SO hot to her masochistic sexuality.
Octavia giggled and she helped Fhimra, getting down on her knees and burying her face in Fhimra's crotch less panties!
Fhimra stopped fingering herself and just patted Octavia's hair in ecstasy as her highly experienced tongue entered Fhimra's flood cave and went spelunking!
Fhimra blushed crimson on the whiter stripes on her face as she grimaced open mouthed in pleasure, gasping hard as she was pleasured to heaven.
The ship corridor was seething with people all around as Fhimra was eaten out, and she had multiple hard orgasms from the unendurable humiliation she felt, her mouth hanging open as she gasped and groaned vocally in sweet pleasure.
"Fhimra?, Is that you?, What are you… Oh my Tzeentch!", a familiar female voice with a Stōørølø tribal accent exclaimed.
Fhimra's orgasmic face shot to look at the speaker, instantly recognising Tramzaka ShadowCleaver from Fhimra's own tribe!
Tramzaka was wearing the long sleeved engineering uniform of a warrant officer and was standing with a short man with Down syndrome in a crew kitchen staff uniform, both of them gawking at Fhimra!
Fhimra squawked in embarrassment and hid her face behind her hands, uncoupling from Octavia and so embarrassed that she could die right now!
"'I'm doing lesbian stuff', 'I'm lesbian stuff'… Oh!, Oh my Tzeentch Fhimra!", Tramzaka read Octavia and Fhimra's shirts aloud in embarrassment!
"Nice!", The Down Syndrome man commented enthusiastically.
"You are on leashes, and there are dominatrices… Do you worship Slaanesh now Fhimra?", Tramzaka asked in embarrassed dismay, also blushing at the sight of something so incredibly inappropriate!
"No I don't!, I still worship Tzeentch!, But this is my Fiancée Octavia, SHE worships Slaanesh!", Fhimra stammered in mortified embarrassment.
"I don't want to know. This is not my business.", Tramzaka said uncomfortably, looking like she was about to run off and gossip about this to all the other Tzeentch worshippers she knew!
"No wait!, Don't go gossiping to everyone without getting all the facts!", Fhimra begged frantically.
"Look, I know that you are a lesbian Fhimra, everyone knows that, and that is FINE, but that doesn't make it okay to do it in crowded public corridors. There are kids walking around this place.", Tramzaka shyly lectured Fhimra very reasonably.
"You're right and I'm sorry Tramzaka.", Fhimra frantically apologised.
Tramzaka hesitated uncomfortably.
"We're sorry too if any kids saw this, we couldn't see any kids at this time.", Mistress Blade apologised on behalf of her fellow Dommes.
Ahmed came to the rescue immediately, charmingly reassuring Tramzaka that he had made sure that no kids had seen the lesbian oral sex.
Tramzaka became respectful in Ahmed's presence, and the Down Syndrome man very jealously put an arm around Tramzaka to keep Ahmed from snatching her or something?
Tramzaka patted the Down's shoulder in a gesture that only a lover would do and Fhimra gasped slightly in shock of her own, making Tramzaka blush and become more shy and defensive.
"You are with him?", Fhimra mouthed at Tramzaka silently, Tramzaka reading her lips.
"This is my boyfriend Joey.", Tramzaka introduced very shyly.
"I'm fucking this sexy girl.", Joey the Down Syndrome man said boldly and unapologetically in a way that was just AWFUL from a special person!
Fhimra and Tramzaka both cringed in embarrassment in unison, both blushing for different reasons, and Joey grabbed one of Tramzaka's boobs through her uniform fabric, making Fhimra flinch as though struck!
"With… With a… (whispers), Down?", Fhimra said in awkward dismay, but Joey heard the whisper.
"Don't diss my ability lesbian, I made my girl come three times just before we walked out here!", Joey said assertively in a special voice, the words making pretty much everyone in earshot flinch at the mental image!
"Joey!", Tramzaka gasped and slapped his arm aghast.
"That sounds like fun!", Octavia said in delight like a complete slut, her body language intensely provocative.
Joey grinned at the insanely beautiful slut and Tramzaka jealously put an arm around his shoulders to keep him away from this impossibly beautiful (potential) sexual rival.
"Sometimes I have come more than 100 times in a row.", Octavia continued like an absolute whore, and Fhimra glowered jealously and put a jealous arm around her too, inadvertently tickling her to a slutty squeal of brief laughter.
"I didn't want to know that…", Tramzaka said softly in mortified embarrassment.
"Can you teach me to give Tramzaka 100 comes?", Joey asked boldly!
"No!", Fhimra and Tramzaka shouted in unison, both getting jealous as shit.
"I would be happy to…", Octavia began.
"No no no!, This is my BOYFRIEND!, You will not be teaching him ANYTHING like that!", Tramzaka snarled with surprising jealousy, obviously extremely attached to her Down Syndrome boyfriend.
"I just want to make you come a hundred times Tramzaka.", Joey soothed his jealous outraged girlfriend.
"You won't be getting ANY more times if you go anywhere NEAR that woman!", Tramzaka snarled jealously.
The Dommes themselves gripped Octavia's leash tightly and pulled her back and surrounded her, handcuffing her wrists behind her back and loudly spanking her in punishment for being a slut to reassure the jealous Tramzaka, and Fhimra profusely apologised for everything that had happened.
"What the hell happened to you Fhimra?, Your chest is HUGE!, And the way you are carrying on!", Tramzaka confronted Fhimra finally openly.
"My owner… Your owner, OUR owner did this to my chest. I didn't get any say in the matter, I begged her in tears not to do this. I didn't have any choice in the matter.", Fhimra said truthfully enough.
"And the way you were carrying on just now?", Tramzaka pressed.
"That was entirely me and I take responsibility for that. I'm sorry that you had to see that.", Fhimra said penitently.
"You were doing it IN PUBLIC, of course people are going to see it. The shirts are raucous but cute, the leashes are a bit to take, but having your fiancée do that stuff in public was too much.", Tramzaka criticised.
"You are right.", Fhimra said simply, feeling bad.
"Look, I don't want you to think that I'm anti-whatever you are, it was just that you did it in public.", Tramzaka sighed.
"I liked seeing it in public.", Joey said unashamedly.
"You are skating on thin ice Joey!", Tramzaka warned angrily.
"I keep telling you that *we* should do it in public.", Joey pressed heedless of danger.
"Stop talking about our private stuff in public!", Tramzaka gasped in embarrassment.
"No, I want to talk about it. I'm proud to have you and I want to tell everyone what an awesome girlfriend you are.", Joey insisted in a way that was admittedly sweet.
Tramzaka softened slightly at these words but she was still embarrassed and asked him to keep their private stuff private.
"Personal stuff aside, how long have you been together, how did you even meet?", Fhimra changed the subject slightly.
"Not all that long, we met on this ship.", Tramzaka said with obvious embarrassment.
"What's it like… To be with a… To be with… What's it like?", Fhimra tried to find a tactful way to ask about the Down Syndrome.
"It… He's sweet, really surprisingly sweet. I know how it looks, I know how everyone looks at me. But it's not anything sinister. I didn't seek out Joey, it just happened.", Tramzaka hesitantly explained.
"Why would it be sinister?", Fhimra asked.
"Freedom by marriage laws. Any slave who marries a free person gains freedom from slavery. Joey is free… People look at me like I'm taking advantage of him…", Tramzaka whispered to Fhimra very shyly.
"Oh… So… So that never crossed your mind?", Fhimra whispered very carefully.
"Not until after. Not until after I was in bed with him. When I was laying in bed with him in the aftermath with my thoughts I remembered this possibility, and I felt sooo bad for even thinking something so horrid. He was already my boyfriend when I realised that he could free me… Am… Am I the most terrible person?", Tramzaka whispered guiltily to Fhimra.
"If… If the relationship is genuine then your not terrible.", Fhimra whispered back.
"Stop whispering, I can't hear you.", Joey complained.
"We have to keep going soon.", Ahmed informed Fhimra.
"Walk with me?", Fhimra offered Tramzaka, putting a hand around Octavia's back.
Tramzaka nodded and the two Tzeentch women walked together in conversation, carefully keeping their significant others away from each other.
Tramzaka continued to talk about the complexities of dating someone with Down Syndrome.
"His parents were… Well, at first they were very friendly when it was just over an audio vox call and Joey introduced me as his girlfriend. They talked down to me the way you talk to kids and special needs adults, they asked me if I also had Down Syndrome. I said that I didn't and they asked me what disability I had…", Tramzaka said painfully.
"Oh that must have been awful.", Fhimra said sympathetically.
"It was brutal. I tried to explain that I wasn't disabled, but they just thought that I was so retarded that I didn't know what my disability was. I felt SO bad. I couldn't convince them. Then Joey goes and sends them a photo of me, and oh our Tzeentch the reaction that followed!", Tramzaka said with obvious pain.
"They called me a freedom digger!, They said the most VILE things!, They insulted my faith, said that I was just a dirty manipulative Tzeentch schemer who was taking advantage of their son!, It was absolutely horrible, they made me cry.", Tramzaka recounted, blinking tears until Fhimra gave her a comforting cuddle.
"And of COURSE they suspect me, I'm an able bodied young woman and an engineer warrant officer no less, I could find a man who isn't disabled and on top of it all I'm a SLAVE who NEEDS to marry a free person to gain freedom!, I would suspect me too in their position.", Tramzaka lamented.
"What happened?", Fhimra asked sympathetically.
"I was interrogated over the vox like a criminal suspect and judged to be a freedom digger even though I'm not!, They still openly call me 'Joey's freedom digger' right to my face when they talk about me!", Tramzaka recounted, blinking tears.
"So they rejected you?", Fhimra said sympathetically.
"Well not exactly, the mum doesn't like me but the dad wants grandchildren from Joey, preferably grandchildren who aren't disabled, and he said that I was… Convenient. He said to his wife right in earshot of me over the vox that this freedom digger could give them some healthy grandchildren that they might not get any other way. They see me as just a reproductive system to give their disabled son children. It was absolutely humiliating!", Tramzaka said emotionally.
"Why did you stay and put up with that?", Fhimra asked seriously.
"It's really complicated. I am very comfortable in this relationship. I mean he has his flaws but he's also genuinely sweet and kind. Also the sex… It's good, he's just so bold and unapologetic, he doesn't hesitate to tell me that I'm beautiful, he holds me in this way that feels wonderful, like nothing can hurt me in his arms, and then he…", Tramzaka whispered.
Tramzaka blushed.
"The sex is actually good?", Fhimra whispered seriously in her ear.
"It's good.", Tramzaka whispered back shyly.
"Good enough to put up with his parents?", Fhimra pressed in her ear in a whisper.
Tramzaka blushed and didn't answer, her palest face stripes going first pink and then redder and redder with embarrassment.
"He does what your fiancée did… Down there. With his mouth…", Tramzaka whispered in Fhimra's ear blushing hard.
Fhimra blushed too.
"It's like I'm addicted. I always want him to go down there, every day… Multiple… Multiple times a day… He goes down there and he kisses me down there and… I sure hope that the walls are soundproof…", Tramzaka whispered shyly.
"Is it mutual?", Fhimra asked diplomatically.
"Yes… I feel like I have to give him back, I feel guilty that it isn't mutual enough, but I'm not good at it. Our mouths have SOOO many teeth… Giving head, without biting, when we are like freaking sharks with rows of teeth… I keep biting him… I always fail and I feel super guilty, then he just goes in my vagina instead and I try to give him back, but then even the vagina sex feels so good that I get more pleasure than him I think. I WANT to please him like he pleases me, but I just get lost in my own pleasure and he… He just fucks my brains out.", Tramzaka whispered, both women blushing hard.
"That sounds really sweet actually.", Fhimra whispered honestly.
"It is sweet, it's just so sweet. And he can be so thoughtful and so funny, and he's kind. I really like him.", Tramzaka whispered.
"Do you think that you actually will… Stay with him?, Given his parents?", Fhimra asked delicately.
"I don't even have any plans. Every time I think that I should end things, he does something that completely distracts me. Either he goes down and puts me into a pleasure coma, or he says something really funny or he just is really sweet to me, and then I don't want to leave. It's just all the little things, I LOVE being cuddled in bed when I'm sleepy, I love how much warmer bed is now, I… I love showering with him. I just feel so comfortable and content.", Tramzaka confided.
"You don't think about the possibility of getting freedom by marrying him?", Fhimra whispered.
"I do, I mean of course I do, but I also feel guilty when I think like that. I don't want to take advantage of a disabled man for personal gain, but it would be… Awfully convenient. I know that Tzeentch favours the sneaky, but I don't want to be sneaky with someone with Down Syndrome. If I were to manipulate someone for freedom by marriage, I'd target someone who is very handsome and hopefully rich for maximum advantage and personal pleasure. I wouldn't feel so guilty manipulating some handsome rich hunk as it would be an actual challenge. With Joey I feel guilty and really protective of him, I don't want to hurt him.", Tramzaka whispered.
"What about his parents?", Fhimra asked.
"I don't know what to do about them. I mean, they are at least in favour of me for Joey's reproductive sake. They haven't forbidden me, at least his father hasn't, they tolerate me as a means to getting grandchildren. It's something at least, maybe it's something that can build to something healthy once they get to know me better?", Tramzaka said hopefully.
"If the relationship is real and you really love him then of course you should fight for him, but just take care of yourself Tramzaka.", Fhimra said giving her a hug.
The group of tickle slaves on leashes were leaving the more crowded corridors now and heading down an elevator to somewhere deep in the guts of the ship, soon exiting the elevator to a deck full of pipes and boilers and water tanks and electrical cables and other such plumbing and infrastructure.
"This looks like the guts of an old ass submarine.", Fhimra chuckled, looking around.
"This is a maintenance deck, mostly only plumbers and electricians come down here.", Ahmed informed Fhimra charmingly.
"This whole ship kinda reminds me of a Chinese People's Liberation Army Navy type 52D destroyer, especially on parts of this deck.", Tramzaka said conversationally as they walked around this rather claustrophobic and pipe filled deck.
"Not neat enough, if anything this looks like the Russian Moskva… AFTER, it sank.", Fhimra quipped, making Tramzaka explode into giggling as everyone else looked confused.
"Are you mocking my ship Fhimra?", Ahmed asked with charming disapproval.
"Well just look at this mess of pipes here, someone has done a bypass here, and here… And over here, here as well. The welds aren't even neat. This whole deck is Jerry rigged to hell and back.", Fhimra said seriously.
"Battle repairs…", Ahmed informed Fhimra quietly.
"I understand that hasty repairs are necessary in a pinch, but now that we are not currently fighting this ship should be completely dry docked to repair all of this mess.", Fhimra said seriously.
"If you can figure out how to fix it yourself then the job is yours.", Ahmed offered.
"Well of course I know how to fix this, it's all in the blueprints you gave me to read, you don't even need to think about it to know where all of these pipes should go. This pipe obviously used to go right here before they bypassed it… how many bypasses did they even do?!, Why is this pipe joined up here?, That means the water has to go twice as far to reach this pipe here now!, For goodness sake get me some tools and some workers and I will fix this mess myself right now!, Hang on, what the fuck is THIS bypass doing here?!", Fhimra exclaimed looking at a crazy maze of twisted pipes.
"Please do fix it, we have needed this mess fixed for ages now.", Ahmed encouraged, opening up a nearby cabinet and getting out some very old looking tools.
"Ok we need to shut down the water flow first and then… Can you please get me the blueprints again First Lieutenant Muhammad?", Fhimra said…
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(Note, my wife just had another baby. I have been a bit delayed as a result so here finally are the next two chapters, (the original new chapter cut into two for length concerns). I'm not sure about my writing schedule for the rest of 2023 but I'll try to get out as many chapters as I can.)