Chapter 69H
Tramzaka ShadowCleaver felt a little bit intimidated as she helped her longtime friend and fellow tribeswoman Fhimra PyreStrength with repairs of this maintenance deck's plumbing, as always finding the imposing intellect of Fhimra slightly intimidating.
Tramzaka was smart, but Fhimra was even smarter and always had been. The small kinky lesbian had always been terrifyingly intelligent, the lavish favours of Tzeentch bestowed on Fhimra very clearly evident by her heightened intelligence.
Fhimra had always been a bit unusual back in the tribe, unusual in particular because of her extremely strong homosexuality and extreme sexual kinkiness in an Iron Age tribal environment where such things, (at least put together), were very difficult for women to fulfil.
In a tribal society where the very land constantly shifted so that traditional structures were impossible to build, where deadly incurable diseases ran rampant every time a Nurgle tribe drew near, where rival tribes could attack at any time and force the tribesmen to fight for their very survival, in such an environment as this, small weak young women without psychic powers had but one primary use to the tribe, and strict lesbianism was the exact opposite of that use.
In a tribe the men fought for the very survival of the tribe and the women had babies to replace the men who fought, preferably as many babies as possible as quickly as possible as infant mortality rates had been grim every time Nurgle reared his ugly head.
Under the rule of TigerLily the tribe had been culturally taught to wait until the girls were in their later teens before breeding them, taught to value "age of sexual consent" and in so doing wasting some of the precious earlier breeding years because this conformed to the cultural values of this long expected fleet. But cultural indoctrination or not, the women of the Tzeentch tribes had well understood that they must have as many babies as possible for the survival of their tribe as soon as they came of age.
Strict exclusive lesbianism had been something that the tribes could ill afford, the women could be all sorts of gay, just so long as they *allowed* themselves to get pregnant as much as the other women did. They could refuse men at ALL other times except when they were on days of fertility, on which days they would grit their teeth and disgustedly endure the penetration of a man for the purposes of reproduction. Most of the lesbians in the tribe had been just flexible enough to, if not enjoy a man, at least *tolerate* a man's intimate touch just long enough to get themselves pregnant with yet another child for Tzeentch.
But Fhimra had been extreme even amongst her fellow lesbians, a woman so completely homosexual that she could not endure men even as a means to pregnancy. She had spurned men completely and had not even entertained the thought of early motherhood either, determined to leave the tribe and pursue her own pleasures and adventures in the fleet.
Not only was Fhimra the strictest of lesbians but she was also into bondage and kinky sex, and this had been even harder to satisfy in a world without buildings or even stable ground. How could one be safely bound so that she couldn't move in an environment where you moved around constantly or the ground swallowed you up?, The Slaanesh tribes with their endless chariots and bondage slave cage wagons had certainly achieved this by having their entire kinky playrooms horse drawn on wheels, but Fhimra had not been born in that sort of tribe at all.
Fhimra and some of the other young lesbians had certainly played together in the backs of enclosed wagons, but wagon space had been highly sought after by everyone and in short supply, limiting what they could do. The kinkier lesbians like Fhimra had had access through TigerLily to no end of kinky pornography of all sorts, and they had fantasised and masturbated over all kinds of kinky stuff as the rest of the girls shyly looked away and pretended not to notice.
Fhimra was a tickling girl who especially loved to be tickled by other lesbians, so much so that she had recently voluntarily became a Slaaneshi lesbian's tickle slave to meet her kinky needs. It was icky and creepy and it sounded unendurable to Tramzaka, but Fhimra was into this weird shit. In the past Fhimra's ticklish laughter could occasionally be heard coming from inside wagons with other young lesbians, the other girls tickling Fhimra as she allegedly masturbated. Fhimra had a bit of a reputation in the tribe, but she had always been discreet and shy about her lifestyle in public, reassuring everyone including her parents that she was just a good Tzeentch girl who happened to be a lesbian, greatly playing down her kinks as innocent sexual play with her girlfriends.
Tramzaka was not a lesbian and was not part of the select group of girls who entered, (or even wanted to enter), the backs of those enclosed wagons to play lesbian games. Fhimra and her fellow young strict lesbians had been an extremely tight clique group, always hanging out together in groups and whispering to each other, often holding hands or discreetly kissing in public as they explored their sexuality. The most perverted men had stalked this lesbian clique and spied on them lustfully, the more perverted male psykers in particular greatly enjoying being just outside the wagons the lesbians entered for privacy, telepathically experiencing whatever lesbian sex they were doing inside. It had been creepy.
The tribe in general was tolerant of the lesbians and even protective of them, the brothers and other male kin of these young lesbians becoming violent if necessary to protect these young lesbians from rape or open harassment. The lesbians like Fhimra were naturally cliquey just because they were gay, but they were not aloof from the rest of the tribe, forming friendships with other girls who were not lesbians and generally being socially gregarious with the entire tribe outside of their lesbian clique.
The tribe had not only had lesbians but also gay men, who had their own cliques, as well as the full LGBTQ+ spectrum, learning from TigerLily to be open minded about these things and generally tolerant. It was vital that all of Tzeentch's worshippers had hope, and oppressing the gays would have just diminished their hopes, which obviously wasn't what the tribe wanted to do. The various rainbow people like Fhimra had been accepted and mostly left alone in peace, so long as they showed the same sexual discretion and public modesty as the straights observed.
Tramzaka fully accepted that Fhimra was gay, Fhimra having openly disclosed that she was gay very early on in her adolescence. Tramzaka had never felt weird around Fhimra for being a lesbian, for Fhimra was smart and had never tried to make any sexual advances on any girl who didn't openly disclose that they were also lesbians or bisexual. Fhimra had been just like one of the other girls only not interested in boys at all. Fhimra didn't talk about the lesbian sex she was obviously having in private with age appropriate girls, and Tramzaka didn't ask, this being absolutely none of her business.
Tramzaka herself was not so exotic, being neither gay nor into the kinky stuff Fhimra enjoyed. Tramzaka was (as far as she could tell) heterosexual and she wasn't at all promiscuous. She was a quiet shy gentle nerd girl who enjoyed books and maths and physics, she had an artistic streak that she had expressed in the form of making highly elegant line drawings of nuclear fusion reactors, always a gentle girl who loved to read and learn new things.
Tramzaka had had no end of chores like the other girls had had, frequently gathering spontaneously growing fruit and grain and putting it in a basket balanced on her head, frequently helping with childcare and food preparation and other such feminine tribal tasks. She had swum in a bikini like the other girls when the ground spontaneously became water, the wagons all designed to float in water like boats, and she had socialised with other girls and women the way that girls do.
But whenever she could Tramzaka had read books and learned physics and designed nuclear reactors for fun. These hobbies had been beyond useless in the tribal environment, and Tramzaka had naturally left to join the fleet as soon as possible, now finally able to do something good with her talents.
Fhimra had likewise been a nerdy bookworm in the tribe, but given her lesbian antics she had had less time than Tramzaka to read once she hit her teens and got caught up in her lesbian clique. By rights Fhimra should be less knowledgeable than Tramzaka, but Fhimra had enjoyed more favourable mental gifts from Tzeentch making it unfairly easy for Fhimra to learn and retain information. Fhimra could read faster than Tramzaka and she could more quickly understand the implications of what she learned, breezing through subjects with astonishing speed as Tramzaka was left struggling far behind her.
Fhimra was still wearing her "I'm lesbian stuff" shirt and embarrassingly skimpy miniskirt, and she still had a kinky collar and leash on her neck, but she had at least been given proper steel capped boots and work gloves now.
First Lieutenant Muhammad had taken his three tickle slaves away now but had promised to return later to check on the progress, leaving Fhimra's tickle slave fiancée Octavia and six kinky Dominatrices with Fhimra and Tramzaka, one of the kinky Dominatrices holding the handle of Fhimra's kinky leash. Tramzaka's boyfriend Joey was happily talking to the Dominatrices, the kinky women very clearly deliberately keeping the conversation platonic.
As well as this group of kinky people and Joey, the space also contained a group of armed guards and a group of uncomfortable looking female common labour slaves from the tribes of Stōørølø, these women all much less gifted in engineering than Tramzaka and Fhimra. These labour slave women were smart by normal human standards but not smart in any of the practical topics they needed to be smart in to be useful for more than unskilled labor, these women were everything from poets to philosophers to students of feminist themes in ancient literature, they might know the Ancient Greek classics in doctoral detail, they might be experts in the Torah in its original language, they might be experts in the theological thoughts in medieval Europe. But none of these things were particularly useful for a slave wanting to perform useful tasks in this fleet.
The fleet could make use of literate humanities students up to a point, using them as scribes and secretaries and other such administrative type low ranking tasks, but the fleet was flooded with more poets and philosophers and students of 13th century feminist studies than they knew what to do with, far more than they needed for the roles that actually required basic literacy. With no better use for them these women had been used for unskilled hard labor.
The hard labor slave women wore nothing, literally nothing, not even shoes or gloves or underwear. The fleet had long ago learned that the most downtrodden hard labor slaves were potentially deadly if given any opportunity to conceal any sort of weapon. Time and time again clothing had been used to hide away little bits of sharp metal that could later be used to kill guards, until all the hard labor slaves had finally been permanently stripped completely naked to prevent this mere possibility going forward.
Tzeentch worshipping hard labor slaves were particularly dangerous because they were so clever and sneaky and manipulative, the Sevenson Cartel itself didn't trust them and it was fleet wide standing orders to keep such slaves as naked as possible as a security measure.
The Midnight Stalker was a pretty cool and laid back ship with mostly sympathetic and compassionate officers in charge, but only up to the point of ship safety. If a slave had the ability then they were promoted to a crew position and given clothes and quarters and all sorts of other privileges to keep them loyal. But if a slave lacked some desired skill and had no other place for them then they by necessity had to be used for hard labor with very hard conditions. The officers certainly tried to make these slaves as happy as possible in the ways that they could, but they had learned painful lessons from failed slave mutinies in the past.
The hard labor on the ship wasn't necessarily lethal, but it was long and hard and thankless and hard on the body. They didn't get paid and they didn't get rewarded for their work, they slept in an overcrowded barred slave pit with no privacy at all, they owned nothing, not even clothes of any description. The slaves never enjoyed their position and they passionately hated most of their work. The only hope they had was the hope of getting out of slavery somehow or other, and the ship couldn't function if they did.
Almost universally the hard labor slaves on this ship were unskilled Stōørølø women, both because they were the tribe members who had been overwhelmingly sold into slavery the most (and were therefore the cheapest) and because small young women had a harder time fighting in mutinies. Small naked unarmed women were pretty much defenceless against large armed men with guns and armour, they were easily subdued if they fought back and most were too gentle to even try.
The naked women were numb to their nudity after months of naked captivity, every single stripe on their bodies exposed, as were their breasts and vaginas and every other part. Some had pubic hair and armpit hair and leg hair but surprisingly the majority were shaved hairless, obviously given carefully controlled access to grooming razors during their shower times. The women were very self conscious about body hair, just as Tramzaka and Fhimra were. All had been culturally groomed by TigerLily to conform to the female cultural expectations of this fleet, and this culture abhorred female body hair.
Numb as they were to their own nudity, they still looked very socially uncomfortable, but all of this discomfort was directed at Fhimra leashed by Dominatrices and wearing a shameful message on her shirt. Tramzaka also felt the same discomfort seeing Fhimra carrying on like this in public, she was almost behaving like a Slaanesh worshipper and it was really awkward for everyone.
Fhimra, leash and all, was authoritatively leading the group whilst consulting blueprints, directing the naked women to remove entire sections of pipes with tools and put new pipes in new places as Tramzaka assisted in managing the women.
Fhimra had a serious expression as she directed the slaves, extremely focused, softly fussing over the huge mess of pipes with a tut.
"This is an absolute mess.", Tramzaka said unnecessarily.
"We are making progress.", Fhimra replied distractedly.
"Are we?", One of the naked slave women asked hopefully.
"I should have this all fixed by the end of the week.", Fhimra said hopefully.
"You must be joking Fhimra!, We are not going to stand here holding your leash all week!", One of the Dominatrices exclaimed.
"Yes Mistress, sorry for the delay Mistress.", Fhimra replied with creepy sexual submission, looking aroused.
"You have thirty minutes to fix everything then you're going back to the dungeon for some good hard tickle bondage for the rest of the day!", One Dominatrix said sternly.
Fhimra moaned very softly in sexual arousal and blushed guiltily, holding her hands over her crotch as though to hold back vaginal wetness!
"Ew!", the naked slaves exclaimed in disgust.
"We can't possibly do this in thirty minutes!", Tramzaka interrupted this nonsense.
"YOU may continue, but *this* submissive plaything is coming with us for some fun.", The Dominatrix elaborated.
Fhimra looked aroused still, her striped cheeks blushing and expression horny, and she submissively agreed like a bondage freak.
"I can't do this without Fhimra.", Tramzaka protested.
"We can do as much as we can in half an hour.", Fhimra offered.
Tramzaka could only agree and they worked the slaves as fast as possible, putting some of the plumbing back in its proper order but by no means all of it.
The Dominatrix women then kinkily huddled around Fhimra, running their hands over her body, and began to tickle her.
Fhimra immediately exploded into energetic laughter, obviously very ticklish, and the kinky women didn't stop, making Fhimra laugh hard but barely resist, her laughing face looking intensely sexually aroused.
The naked women all protested, some accusing Fhimra of worshipping Slaanesh, and Fhimra looked flabbergasted, defending herself vocally even as she was tickled, giggling that she worshipped Tzeentch.
"Dungeon tickling time for both of you.", One of the Dominatrices told Fhimra and her fiancée Octavia, and both kinky tickle slaves were led away, leaving an awkward aftermath.
Joey then broke the awkward silence by immediately talking to the naked slave women with far too much enthusiasm, and Tramzaka angrily grabbed his hand jealously, informing everyone that Joey was her boyfriend!
"We don't want to get fucked by a Down anyway, your jealousy is ridiculous.", One of the naked slave women laughed incredulously, making Tramzaka feel bad about herself from the implied insult against herself for fucking Joey.
"He is not just 'a Down', he is an individual man who is not defined by his disability!, I am jealous precisely because he *is* worth having and I don't want to lose him.", Tramzaka defended Joey.
The naked woman insincerely apologised, silencing Tramzaka but not improving her mood.
"I'm very very good at eating pussy.", Joey cheerfully announced!
Tramzaka gasped in embarrassment and frantically hushed him as the naked slave women erupted in various reactions between aghast and laughter, Tramzaka blushing crimson!
"Don't hush me, I'm proud of myself. I give you pleasure…"
Tramzaka covered his mouth with her hands to silence him but words like "multiple times", "make her moan", and "eat her pussy" slipped out despite her efforts to silence him!
Even the armed men guarding the naked slaves were laughing now and congratulating Joey, the naked slave women all in an uproar of either laughter or protest depending upon the individual woman in question.
"You are just as bad as Fhimra!", One woman accused.
"I'm nothing like her!, Just because my boyfriend gives me oral doesn't make me like Fhimra!", Tramzaka protested.
"They're just jealous that they don't have Joey.", One of the guards laughed, hi fiving Joey as the women protested that this wasn't true.
"I think that you all ARE jealous of me!, I'm not the one who is permanently naked and locked in a cage with only other naked women like a bunch of celibate farm animals!, You women don't even HAVE boyfriends.", Fhimra accused.
"I have a boyfriend", "Me too", "I also have a boyfriend.", Various naked slaves informed Tramzaka.
"But how is that even possible?", Tramzaka asked in disbelief.
"The guards…", Several women said in unison but were quickly hushed by the armed men guarding them!
"You men are maniacs!, You KNOW that these women are kept naked so that they cannot hide any weapons to KILL you with and you are putting your dicks in them!", Tramzaka exclaimed at the guards.
"They are naked and beautiful…", One of the guards sheepishly explained.
"That's how they lure you in!, Look I know what my own Tzeentch girl tribeswomen are like, they will say and do ANYTHING to get out of their humiliating nudity cage, they will seduce you for their own benefit!", Tramzaka disabused the guards to the protests of the naked women.
"How dare you say that I'm just seducing my boyfriend!, I have needs too and I want to be with a guy!", women protested.
"I'm currently pregnant to my boyfriend, is THAT somehow fake?", One naked slave woman protested, rubbing the slightest hint of a baby bump on her belly.
"You maniacs didn't even use a condom!, Getting pregnant is about the surest way possible for these women to get let out of the cage out of pity for the baby!, If you let them then the entire cage full of these girls will get knocked up and no one will have the heart to leave them in the cage!, You are just asking for a mutiny here!", Tramzaka exclaimed.
"What side are you even on!, You're a slave too!", A woman protested in betrayal.
"This is a WARSHIP and it NEEDS hard slave labor to run efficiently in battle!, I'm on the side that doesn't want us all to get blown up and killed in battle because all the hard labor slaves are fucking PREGNANT!, I know that the slave pit isn't nice and the nudity is horrible but SOMEONE needs to be in this labor force or we ALL will die!", Tramzaka implored the naked slaves.
"It is only by a fluke that YOU are not in here with us, would YOU want to be naked in a cage?", Tramzaka was challenged.
"I freaking well WAS naked in a slave pen for most of my time in this fleet!, Sure I had rags but they were falling apart so badly that they covered NOTHING!, It was humiliating and embarrassing but I didn't race to get pregnant just to get out of it!", Tramzaka exclaimed.
"And it WASN'T by a 'fluke' that I got a more dignified slave position, it was because I studied physics and nuclear engineering not fucking poetry and literature and the feminist themes of tampon ads in the 1990's or some such shit!, You had the same access to the same education as me and you went into studying absolute bullshit!", Tramzaka added.
"That is the rankest capitalist apologetics to attack the humanities for not being profitable!, All knowledge is valuable to humanity and to Tzeentch!", One of the women protested.
"Even if that is true, it doesn't change the fact that we need labor to run all our human endeavours, and individual knowledge that improves labor is more… Pragmatic, than knowledge that does not.", Tramzaka attempted.
The slave women protested against this and Tramzaka became exasperated.
"This fleet, aside from the Dark Mechanicum contingent, lacks the automated labor to do away with human labor. I don't know why we don't use Dark Mechanicum machine labor, probably because of Jessica infecting all the software and going batshit crazy all the time, but the fleet doesn't use the automated labor. This ship doesn't get people VOLUNTEERING to do much of the human labor, which means by default that INVOLUNTARY human labor is required, slavery. Until these fundamental facts are changed SOMEONE is going to be those slaves, whether it's you or someone else.", Tramzaka attempted to explain.
"So you are an apologist for slavery are you!", Tramzaka was accused.
"I'm a slave too!", Tramzaka protested her innocence.
"That just makes you a class traitor!"
"What do you even want from me?!", Tramzaka lost her patience.
"Admit that slavery is fundamentally wrong and immoral!"
"Slavery is fundamentally wrong and immoral.", Tramzaka immediately agreed.
"Good, then you have no problem with leaving us the fuck alone in our personal lives!"
"You aren't solving slavery you are just shifting it onto someone else. This ship is DESIGNED to run on slave labor, ESPECIALLY when free crew volunteers cannot be found. If you get pregnant with guards you are dating and render yourselves unfit for slave labor then NEW SLAVES will simply be brought in to replace you. Your not ending slavery your just making sure that you yourself aren't the slave.", Tramzaka confronted the women.
"We are NOT trying to get the guards to fuck us just to get us pregnant and reassigned!, These are GENUINE RELATIONSHIPS with our BOYFRIENDS!"
"Oh ok, well in that case you will be perfectly happy if your boyfriends all wear condoms from now on…", Tramzaka suggested.
The naked slave women exploded into protest at this, and Tramzaka had them cornered in the argument.
"We will use condoms.", The guards quietly promised Tramzaka and the slaves once again protested, begging to get pregnant to get out of their work.
Tramzaka sighed, feeling like a horrible person for foiling this pregnancy plot, the women looking at her with wretched expressions of betrayal.
***…
Octavia laughed energetically in delight as her bare soles were scrubbed with the blunt stiff bristles of a pair of hair brushes, squirming in the sturdy arm chair and attached raised footstool she was strapped to naked.
She was back in Ahmed's dungeon where she belonged and being tickled as she should be, her wrists strapped down to the chair armrests so that she couldn't use her arms, her ankles strapped to the raised footrest that her legs rested on, laughing happily as her feet were well tickled by some of the apprentices.
Fhimra was naked and tied down spread eagle to a bondage bed next to Octavia's chair, Fhimra laughing hysterically as Dominatrices climbed all over her tickling her down into the bed, Fhimra falsely begging for mercy desperately like usual.
Mistress Agony walked up beside the cackling Octavia in the chair, and she grabbed Octavia's nearest bare breast in a huge lustful handful, increasing Octavia's pleasure. Octavia happily wiggled her breasts invitingly to Mistress Agony and the young Dominatrix happily obliged, groping Octavia greedily for her own pleasure.
The apprentice geishas Mistress Thorn and Mistress Evil were down at Octavia's feet tickling her soles with the hairbrushes, and Octavia squealed with ticklish laughter at the wonderful unendurable tickly feeling, wiggling her toes invitingly as she laughed hard in her blissful happy place.
Octavia enjoyed her lovely hard tickling and breast fondling with a carefree happy heart, not a care in the world as she basked in her artificial happiness, her involuntary laughter making all unhappiness impossible to feel. Octavia couldn't be unhappy right now even if she wanted to be, and that was the whole point.
Mistress Agony reached around Octavia's breasts and under her arms, and Octavia opened her hands reflexively in her armrest straps, tugging hard as the tickling of her armpits overwhelmed her laughing brain.
Octavia smiled warmly at Mistress Agony as she squealed and laughed, thanking Mistress Agony for her kind torment. Octavia was completely content.
Octavia turned her laughing face to look at Fhimra on the bed, Fhimra howling with laughter under the other three apprentices, her armpits and tummy and sides getting ruthlessly attacked as hard as possible.
The stripy skinned naked Tzeentch worshipper was thrashing and bucking in her bondage, desperately trying to escape like she always did, her eyes streaming tears of laughter, her laughter desperate and deafening.
Fhimra's badly laughing face turned to see Octavia's badly laughing face looking at her, and Fhimra found enough pause in her laughter to give Octavia a loving smile, which the laughing Octavia returned.
"I love you.", Octavia mouthed silently and fondly, and Fhimra's laughing mouth verbally giggled out "I love you too".
The two badly tickled tickle slaves lovingly grinned at each other as they were brutally tickle tortured for an extremely long time, both enjoying themselves but anxious to remind each other of their mutual love and affection.
Mistress Agony was tickling Octavia's tummy now, her most ticklish body part on her already stupidly ticklish body, and Octavia howled with shrieking laughter from how brutally hard it tickled her, tugging at her armrest straps worse than ever in reflex.
"Please!, Mercy!", Fhimra cackled hard, being as coy as always, and she was tickled even harder in response.
Octavia's knees were being squeezed now by Mistress Agony and she cackled in ticklish delight, loving the sensation. Her toes were now being scrubbed with the hairbrushes and Octavia was in heaven.
The wonderful tickling paused and Octavia wondered if she was due for another toilet break already?
Octavia looked up curiously and saw Owner Wendy standing in the doorway!
Octavia squealed in happy delight and squirmed in her bondage, wanting to go to her beloved Owner to embrace her immediately.
Owner Wendy was wearing absolutely gorgeous Dominatrix leathers and she was so completely sexy that Octavia was instantly wet for her.
Owner Wendy strode immediately to the enthusiastically excited Octavia and the pair kissed passionately in greeting, Octavia eagerly slipping her tongue in Owner Wendy's mouth erotically.
Owner Wendy returned the heavy tongue passionately, and Octavia closed her eyes in romantic ecstasy, basking in the passionate kiss in pure bliss.
Octavia felt Owner Wendy's fingers touching Octavia's body at her sides and Octavia laughed in delight as she was skilfully tickled by her Owner, making her pleasure even greater.
Octavia laughed hard as her Owner tickled her, and all was right and good in the world, Octavia feeling complete and at peace.
The moment passed and Owner Wendy went to Fhimra, climbing on top of her and kissing her passionately in greeting, hands dropping down to tickle her armpits making Fhimra explode with laughter and go crazy in her bondage.
Owner Wendy grinned mischievously, and greeted the apprentices as she tickled Fhimra to hysterics, Fhimra going absolutely crazy with laughter.
Owner Wendy returned to Octavia when Octavia started to get jealous for her attention, and Octavia cackled happily as her front ribs were stroked just under her boobs, tickled terribly on this spot and loving it.
Octavia's soft flesh was probed by fingers and she squealed with laughter, her joy complete, and Owner Wendy was talking to the others but Octavia was too wonderfully tickled to listen.
Owner Wendy unstrapped Octavia with one hand even as the other hand tickled her, and Octavia curled up defensively as more and more of her was unstrapped, curling herself up into a giggling ball with her huge tits pressed against her knees. Owner Wendy lifted up this giggling ball of ticklish female sexiness and deposited Octavia naked on the bed, poking into the side of this ball until the cackling Octavia sprang out of her defensive ball.
Owner Wendy pounced on the laughing Octavia tickling her even more and Octavia delightedly wrapped her arms around Owner Wendy's neck and kissed her lips lovingly, so completely in love and feeling wonderful.
The pair rolled over onto the bound Fhimra on the bed and they separated to together tickle Fhimra enthusiastically with their hands and mouths, Octavia blowing huge raspberries into Fhimra's armpit as her fingers caressed down her side and across her belly.
Fhimra squealed with laughter and was completely overwhelmed by both women together, very quickly begging coyly for mercy and receiving none.
Owner Wendy then pounced on Octavia again and tickle wrestled with her, easily overpowering Octavia and tickling her to squealing laughter digging her thumbs into Octavia's upper stomach as she struggled futilely.
Octavia was in love as she was dominantly wrestled and tickled like this and she kissed Owner Wendy passionately with her open mouth screaming with laughter even as they kissed.
"I could do this all day but I have things to do.", Owner Wendy apologised regretfully just as Octavia was getting really hot and heavy in her intimacies!
Octavia gasped in frustration and dismay.
"But I'm nursing a puddle Owner Wendy!", Octavia pleaded.
Owner Wendy smiled with lustful appreciation at these words and put three fingers inside Octavia's wet little puddle, making Octavia moan desperately and grimace at Owner Wendy like a whore.
Octavia gasped in bliss as she was continually fingered wonderfully, the fingers slick with fluid as they explored Octavia's depths.
The fingers stroked and tickled at Octavia's G spot and Octavia exploded with ticklish laughter, even the inside of her pussy supernaturally ticklish!
Octavia laughed hard even as she was stimulated sexually, her naked body writhing with laughter and pleasure, her hands gripping her own huge breasts to play with her own nipples to pleasure herself even more.
Octavia couldn't possibly last long and she came in short minutes, moaning and screaming as hard orgasm shook her body.
Owner Wendy pulled out her fingers and untied Fhimra, who sat up and leaned down to kiss Octavia jealously as she lay catching her breath. Wendy poked Fhimra in the side making her flinch and squeak out a ticklish laugh, and Octavia sat up and hugged both women together, squealing with laughter herself as Owner Wendy poked her in the side during the group hug.
"Pack all your stuff, you are both coming back with me. I have missed my tickle slaves greatly and I need you back laughing at my touch where you belong.", Owner Wendy commanded.
Octavia squealed with happy excitement but then she got sad because she would miss her friends here, she wanted to go home but she would miss Sharmaine and Deborah and Kim-Ly and Tickle-Chan, as well as Ahmed and the funny faced Down Syndrome men who had gang fucked her to fill her cone of shame. Octavia started to blink tears, being a big softie who got sad when she had to say goodbye to new friends.
"I'll get packing Owner Wendy. I had hoped to stay a bit longer to help with the repairs of the pipes but I'm still eager to leave, I need to talk to Mistress Lash in person about the whole switching situation.", Fhimra said submissively.
"That is partly why I need you to come back Fhimra. Lash is getting indecisive about switching, I need you to talk to her and convince her to stay switched.", Owner Wendy said carefully.
The apprentices all sneered at these words for some reason…
***…
A little later Octavia was sitting straddling Fhimra's lap on a shuttle first class chair, her arms wrapped around Fhimra's neck as she kissed Fhimra passionately to pass the time during the boring flight. The pair were dressed in the lesbian stuff clothes from earlier, Octavia's crotch less panties letting her rub and slide a slimy mess all over Fhimra's bare thighs as Octavia straddled her.
Getting all of their stuff packed had proved so difficult with all of the gaming systems that they had just left most of it, with Ahmed promising to mail it to them "as soon as he finished the levels". Mostly they had just packed some clothes and other stuff, travelling lightly for the moment.
The apprentices were all also on the shuttle, returning to their mentor Lash for their further education, but they all seemed cranky about something or other.
Fhimra looked completely intoxicated as Octavia straddled her lap kissing her tenderly, Fhimra breathing hard and getting hot and sweaty under Octavia. Octavia just happily made out heavily with her fiancée Fhimra, enjoying the taste of her lips. Fhimra was getting extremely passionate in returning the kisses.
"I love you so much that it hurts me.", Fhimra whispered to Octavia as they kissed passionately in their first class seat. Octavia redoubled the kissing at these words.
The shuttle was crowded but the first class area was spacious and private, with Owner Wendy and the apprentices and the two tickle slaves having their own curtained off seating area with privacy. Octavia didn't hesitate to pull off her top and pressed the cleavage of her completely see through bra into Fhimra's face erotically.
Fhimra buried her face in Octavia's tits and softly licked the crack between her tits, making Octavia giggle ticklishly.
Octavia reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, and pulled her bra off, Fhimra immediately sucking her right nipple passionately making Octavia moan.
Octavia lifted Fhimra's chin to resume kissing her passionately, and Fhimra pulled off her own top and bra, the two topless tickle slaves making out heavily in the seat.
Octavia was oblivious to everything around her as she erotically kissed the topless Fhimra, their arms wrapped around each other as saliva wet their faces all around their open mouths. Octavia sucked on Fhimra's cheek wetly, open mouth kissing up and down her entire face as she gasped and sighed in pleasure.
Fhimra looked completely hypnotised by Octavia, the Tzeentch lesbian having the most extreme romantic feelings for Octavia. Octavia simply attacked her face with her mouth even more, making Fhimra close her eyes in bliss and enjoy her sensual attack.
Some stewardesses entered to find the two topless women heavily making out, and they halfheartedly offered the pair some food or beverages.
Octavia was too lost in the kissing to even respond, and Fhimra broke the kiss just long enough to tell the stewardesses that they didn't want anything before she resumed heavily kissing Octavia.
Owner Wendy was silently working on a laptop cogitator for her work and the apprentices were using the inflight entertainment to watch some movies with headphones in their ears, the cabin was dimly lit and very quiet. Octavia felt very peaceful as she straddled Fhimra's lap and hungrily kissed her, the pair were both forbidden from tickling or masturbating each other for noise reasons, so they were both just kissing and doing occasional breast play.
Fhimra sighed and softly groaned as she hungrily kissed Octavia, her eyes closed in ecstasy, looking like she was in heaven right now. Octavia closed her eyes too and just enjoyed the feeling of her mouth on Fhimra's mouth and face, reaffirming her romantic bond with Fhimra with this heavy kissing for a devastatingly long period of aching romance.
"I want to keep you, more than words can ever say.", Fhimra whispered to Octavia between tender heavy kisses.
Octavia nodded and put her tongue deep inside Fhimra's open mouth, exploring her rows of many teeth.
"Your mouth is so weird.", Octavia chuckled, licking every tooth she could find.
Fhimra made a happy contented noise and the kissing continued.
"This is so pleasurable that I am transfixed, I love you and I want you.", Fhimra whispered, kissing Octavia even more.
"Your topless body against mine, your kisses, your astonishing beauty, I am in heaven in your intimacy.", Fhimra added poetically.
"I love you.", Fhimra added.
"I love you.", Octavia replied, her heart romantic mush right now.
The pair continued to make out passionately, and the shuttle eventually came to its destination.
Octavia reluctantly got off Fhimra and returned to her own seat next to Owner Wendy, putting her bra and top back on as Owner Wendy stowed her laptop in a carry bag.
Owner Wendy dominantly touched Octavia's cheek and turned her face to look at Owner Wendy, then Octavia was kissed on the lips lovingly.
Octavia smiled sweetly and submissively returned the kiss warmly, and Owner Wendy kissed Octavia even more affectionately for a few seconds.
"I'm glad to finally have you back Octavia, I missed you.", Owner Wendy said with a hungry tone of voice, touching Octavia's face possessively.
"I am your tickle slave for life Owner Wendy, my body belongs to you forever. I will always come back to you. I missed you too.", Octavia replied sweetly, delighting in the dominant attention of her Owner.
Owner Wendy smiled delightedly at these words and kissed her legally owned tickle slave again, Octavia submissively compliant to Owner Wendy's slightest whim.
"I own you completely and you can't ever say no to me, can't ever leave me.", Owner Wendy said greedily, tickling Octavia's neck slightly to make her giggle and squirm.
"So beautifully submissive, so unlike Lash.", Owner Wendy purred thoughtfully.
Octavia got confused by these words but Owner Wendy continued to dominantly tickle her neck and Octavia quickly forgot as she giggled in delight.
"I have neglected you for months, it's time that you and I spend much more time together.", Owner Wendy told Octavia fondly.
Octavia beamed a happy smile at these wonderful words and nodded enthusiastically as she giggled from her lovely soft neck tickling.
Fhimra cleared her throat loudly for some reason.
"You won't be neglected either Fhimra. That cute little tummy of yours will be well tickled I promise.", Owner Wendy chuckled to the nearby Fhimra.
"It never stops being well tickled Ma'am, the apprentice Dommes have been very fastidious about tickling my tummy every day, as well as the rest of me.", Fhimra chuckled with a sigh.
"Just as it should be.", Owner Wendy drawled sensually.
"I enjoy being a tickle slave and I welcome your tickles Ma'am.", Fhimra replied respectfully.
"That's good for you, because I would tickle you just as much if you didn't like it, my tickle slave for life.", Owner Wendy chuckled sadistically.
Fhimra sighed in sexual arousal at these dominant words and Owner Wendy returned her attention to intimately tickling Octavia very softly, Octavia giggling in delight.
The shuttle soon docked and everyone exited, collecting luggage on overloaded carts which were naturally pushed by the two tickle slaves like always. Octavia and Fhimra suffered not necessarily in silence and both were spanked on their bottoms painfully for complaining like usually happened to these sexually exploited tickle slaves.
The Nightmare Asylum was much cleaner now with the dead bodies nowhere to be seen, (though a smell still lingered). The walk back home to the tickling dungeon palace was uneventful and aided by elevators, and soon Owner Wendy unlocked the door and everyone went inside.
The palace was the same as it always had been, huge and spacious and dimly lit, the walls hard dark painted metal studded with Slaanesh symbols and bondage attachment harness points, the floors hard metal by default but with some rooms having carpet or other floor covering. The palace was part home and part bondage dungeon, but more dungeon than home in the average room, as was fitting for the home of a kinky Slaanesh Champion.
Octavia smiled happily as she walked past all sorts of bondage devices that she had been bound and tickled for hours in so many times in the past, remembering the wonderful feeling of being unable to move in so many different vulnerable positions as she had the complete and utter urine tickled out of her, remembering fingers and implements plying her soft ticklish skin expertly in every conceivable place.
Fhimra looked as aroused as Octavia felt returning to this place, her face looking flustered and her body language obviously horny from the memory of this tickling dungeon.
Octavia and Fhimra pushed the luggage into a dungeon room that doubled as a mingling room with a table and chairs and the like, with a small bar area that had facilities for serving drinks, the rest of the room a well equipped bondage dungeon full of bondage furniture.
Octavia and Fhimra unloaded the luggage and the literate Fhimra checked the labels to sort the luggage into separate clusters for each woman, as the apprentices made themselves comfortable, either sitting or getting drinks at the invitation of Owner Wendy.
As soon as the tickle slaves had already done all the luggage chores Fetter and Chaquille decided to arrive, and Fhimra gave the two housework slaves a pointed look as Octavia smiled stupidly in cheerful oblivion.
"Clothes off tickle slaves.", Owner Wendy ordered in a tone that took obedience for granted and Fhimra and Octavia did not hesitate to pull off their tops and remove their bras, pulling down their miniskirts and panties and standing submissively in the nude.
Owner Wendy jadedly pointed at a giant stainless steel spider web thing made out of chains with pink fluffy padded handcuffs hanging off it, the web upright and large, suspended tightly from attachment rings built into the walls and floor and ceiling.
"Yay the tickling spiders game!", Octavia cheered joyfully and pulled Fhimra by the hand to the web enthusiastically.
Owner Wendy chuckled at Octavia's adorable reaction and sauntered over to handcuff and ankle cuff both tickle slaves spread eagle to the web like insects caught in a spider web.
Owner Wendy then walked her fingers up and down their naked bodies, generating ticklish laughter and much squealing, digging into armpits and sides wonderfully to mischievously tickle the pair for a few moments before walking away again!
"Don't stop!", Octavia complained adorably, disappointed that it was over so soon.
"I will be back to tickle you later, I have to talk to the apprentices about Domme stuff in another room for a while.", Owner Wendy promised strictly.
Octavia pouted as the Dommes all left the room, having no idea what Owner Wendy was talking about.
"They are talking about Mistress Lash.", Fhimra said darkly from beside Octavia in the spider web.
"What about her?, Where is she anyway?", Octavia asked.
"I don't want to concern you about this matter, I don't know all of the information yet anyway.", Fhimra said mysteriously.
Octavia pressed for more information but Fhimra didn't answer her questions, and Octavia shrugged her spread eagle arms and gave up asking, fidgeting slightly in her bondage.
"We sure spend a lot of time spread eagle naked in bondage waiting for Dommes to come back and tickle us.", Fhimra mused, changing the subject.
"Well yeah, obviously. We are tickle slaves, naked bondage is our life.", Octavia pointed out dimly.
"It's extremely erotic but it's such a waste of time too sometimes. I could be reading or doing anything else right now but I can't because I can't move any of my limbs. Right at the moment I have other stuff I would much rather be doing.", Fhimra admitted.
"There is nothing that we can do about it, we are tickle slaves for life. We just have to do whatever our Owner wants, we don't get any say in it.", Octavia kindly reminded Fhimra.
"I guess you're right that I'm not going anywhere in this bondage.", Fhimra conceded.
"I don't even think about being left naked in bondage anymore, it's been so many years now, I'm completely used to it.", Octavia mused, blowing her hair out of her face adorably.
"I'm used to it now too, it's been months now. But I have a lot on my mind at the moment, I don't want to be trapped in bondage all day stewing in my own thoughts right now.", Fhimra explained unhappily.
Octavia moved her head to clearly see the stripy naked body of Fhimra hanging defenceless beside her in the web, her young supple body completely vulnerable to anyone who came to her right now. She was so small and cute and her breasts were enormous bulging J cups, she was a potently attractive young 19 year old woman, pure sex fodder when defenceless and naked like this.
"You are so sexy Fhimra. I'm a lucky woman to be marrying you.", Octavia changed the subject adoringly.
Fhimra smiled at this compliment and looked touched, telling Octavia that she was also sexy and that Fhimra was lucky to have her.
"I'm going to tickle you SO MUCH on our honeymoon, I will tie you sitting on the toilet because I GUARANTEE that you will wet yourself.", Octavia promised provocatively.
Fhimra bit her lip and shuddered with desire, looking at Octavia with desperate raw hope that was slightly scary to see.
"I hope for you so much that it's agony. You are my greatest hope Octavia, I desire you so strongly that it scares me. I want nothing more than to possess you forever as my perfect tickler Dominatrix wife Octavia.", Fhimra admitted with extreme yearning in her voice, her face and body language half crazy with desire for Octavia.
"You will have me my love, we will live ticklishly ever after in our love, for hundreds or thousands of years we will enjoy our marriage together in the dungeon.", Octavia said affectionately, loving Fhimra so deeply.
"You are absolutely PERFECT, I ache for your touch, I am aching for you to tickle my skin and embrace me and make love to me right now. I love you so much that it scares me, I am addicted to you like a drug.", Fhimra insisted desperately.
Octavia smiled at this wonderful praise and thanked Fhimra lovingly, reciprocating that she also wanted to do those things right now.
"On our honeymoon for the first day you will live bound to the toilet with your armpits exposed. I will make you wet yourself and shit yourself and I won't even stop tickling to wipe your ass. For like a whole day and night I'm just gonna tickle you as hard as possible.", Octavia happily shared her plans.
"That sounds a bit gross if you don't even wipe. What about tying me to a Japanese toilet that sprays water on my bum hole to clean me as you don't stop tickling me?, Then it would be perfect.", Fhimra chuckled with a sigh of hopeful contentment.
"I want it to be DIRTY you dirty girl, I WANT it to be gross to dominate you completely.", Octavia purred.
"Oh stop it, I'm so horny now and I'm just bound here!, You are making me fountain!", Fhimra squealed in erotic dismay.
"I will get a doctor to put a tube down your nose to feed you water as I tickle you all day, and I'm going to spit in the water so that you are drinking my spit.", Octavia mercilessly continued naughtily.
Fhimra groaned in arousal and her face looked desperately horny.
"You are making me wet and slimy!", Fhimra protested adoringly.
"I like you being all wet and slimy.", Octavia purred provocatively.
Fhimra was groaning and writhing in her bondage in horniness now, looking flustered and deeply aroused.
"As my wife you will be wet and slimy every day, I will make you fountain like no woman ever…"
"This is torture that I can't move!, I want to kiss you!", Fhimra squealed.
"I want to kiss your vagina…"
"This is cruel, getting me SO wet without any relief.", Fhimra lamented in frustration.
"I'm a mean Domme.", Octavia chuckled naughtily, making Fhimra get even more tormented with frustration.
For a while Octavia had a lovely time making Fhimra as wet and frustrated as possible, even increasing the power to her lust aura to drive Fhimra completely mental with lust. Fhimra was tugging at her restraints in desperation, so frustrated that she was literally crying now.
Octavia sadistically enjoyed making Fhimra suffer like this, she didn't want to genuinely hurt Fhimra but she was almost always extremely mean with her during sexual play as Fhimra's tickler Dominatrix lover. Fhimra was crying with frustrated lust but the submissive slave was loving this cruelty, occasionally saying that she loved this even as she cried.
This cruel game continued for an abusively long time like Octavia's sadistic play with Fhimra always did, and was only paused when Owner Wendy returned to the room with the apprentices.
"Please play with us.", Octavia and Fhimra begged in unison.
Owner Wendy chuckled and sauntered over to her tickle slaves and her nimble fingers reached out for Octavia's defenceless naked body and began to very slowly sing:
"Itsy tickling spiders climbed up the tickle slave, up to her pits and back down her sides, crawled around her tummy and went down to squeeze her knees, down to her toes and back up to her pits again.", Owner Wendy sang in a nursery rhyme tone and walked her tickling fingers over Octavia as directed by the song as Octavia cackled with ticklish laughter.
"Again again!", Octavia giggled excitedly at the end.
Owner Wendy played another game of "tickling spiders" on Octavia's bound naked body, making Octavia cackle and squeal ticklishly, squirming in delight as she was skilfully tickled by her Owner.
"My turn yet Ma'am?", Fhimra asked hopefully.
"You are eager today Fhimra, of course I will happily torture you.", Owner Wendy said sadistically and simply squeezed Fhimra's belly nonstop without playing the game, making Fhimra scream with laughter and surprise.
"This isn't the spider game!", Fhimra squealed in betrayal.
"Quite right.", Owner Wendy laughed, squeezing Fhimra's tummy relentlessly to howling laughter and thrashing.
"Don't think I forgot about YOU!", Owner Wendy said and squeezed Octavia's tummy too, tickling her like crazy and making her squeal and laugh hard in ticklish delight.
Octavia and Fhimra were both laughing and squirming in the web as their tummies were tickled in unison, Owner Wendy grinning gleefully as she mischievously played with the pair.
"I'm all wet Ma'am.", Fhimra giggled ticklishly.
"Are you?", Wendy said with a dismissive shrug, still tickling both their tummies without pause, both naked girls squirming and giggling and squealing.
"I love watching your tits wobble as I tickle you both.", Owner Wendy chuckled teasingly, tickling them both even more to make them squirm and wobble their tits even more.
Octavia's beautiful face was split with a cackling smile as she laughed and squealed and giggled adorably, one of the most ticklish women alive and loving it.
Owner Wendy stopped her game again, pausing due to the apprentices all informing her that they were going straight to the hospital to see Lash. Wendy happily said goodbye, being met with hostile silence, and the apprentices all left leaving Wendy alone to play with her slaves.
"Why is Lash in hospital Owner Wendy?", Octavia asked in concern.
"Just a minor illness, she will be back home soon.", Owner Wendy reassured, tickling the tickle slaves again before either could reply.
Octavia and Fhimra giggled and squealed and squirmed as Owner Wendy tickled an armpit each now, Octavia's whole body twisting as fingers relentlessly softly scratched inside her armpit energetically, tickling her half to death.
"I'm ha-ha curious about la-ha-Lash but I'm SO ha-ha-horny!", Fhimra squealed ticklishly.
"Poor little puddle wants a rub?", Owner Wendy drawled dominantly.
"Yes please Ma'am!", Fhimra squealed desperately.
"But I want to tickle you right now, and *I* am in charge.", Owner Wendy taunted with dominant mischief, tickling both slave girls to howling laughter with renewed energy!
Octavia and Fhimra cackled powerlessly in bondage, their jiggling naked bodies completely exposed and vulnerable and cripplingly ticklish, every touch making them flinch and laugh uncontrollably, the two tickle slaves entirely not in control of their fates.
Octavia had a lovely time laughing and squealing and being tickled, her naked body tingling all over with tickle lust, yearning for the wonderful touch that forced pleasure and laughter upon her.
"I wet myself!", Fhimra giggled, her urine pattering down on the metal floor between her legs below the web.
"You can clean it up later.", Owner Wendy chuckled sadistically, Fhimra cackling with hardest laughter and squirming like crazy.
"I'm wet!, Please I'm wet!", Fhimra pleaded in a giggling voice.
"I know that I'm sexy, this isn't news to me.", Owner Wendy replied smugly without stopping.
Octavia laughed hard, as did Fhimra, both ticklish naked girls dominated completely by the gorgeous huge breasted Owner Wendy in her Dominatrix leathers. She was indeed sexy in the extreme.
"Orgasm PLEASE Ma'am!", Fhimra pleaded through her hard gasping laughter.
"Slaves exist for the pleasure of their Owners, Owners don't exist for the pleasure of their slaves. I will do whatever *I* like and you get no say in the matter.", Owner Wendy reminded Fhimra with greedy lust.
"Say-haying stuff lie-hike that just may-hakes me wetter!", Fhimra squealed with ticklish laughter from Owner Wendy's merciless energetic fingers plying her stripy naked skin.
Octavia was completely wet too but she was enjoying the tickling so much that orgasm was an optional bonus as far as she was concerned, just blissfully enjoying the laughter filled ride.
Owner Wendy was wonderfully cruel to her two tickle slaves, their laughter never ceasing from the dominant touch of the woman who legally owned their extremely ticklish sexy bodies.
After amounts of laughter that would destroy most women, Owner Wendy finally showed mercy to Fhimra and put two fingers inside her pussy as she continued tickling the hysterically laughing Octavia, Octavia's limbs bound fast to the web so that she couldn't move or escape, laughing incessantly as Fhimra stopped laughing to moan hard in pleasure.
"Thank you Ma'am!, Yes!, Yes!, Oh Tzeentch yes!, Oh yes that feels good!, Yes!", Fhimra groaned orgasmically.
"(Loud moan), I came already but I want more please Ma'am.", Fhimra exclaimed orgasmically.
"Nope.", Owner Wendy said and pulled out her fingers to tickle Fhimra's tummy again.
Fhimra squealed and cackled and went crazy, but Owner Wendy was merciless and broke Fhimra down with skilful tummy squeezing.
Octavia was howling with laughter this entire time without any orgasm of her own, feeling wonderful as her Owner spent this quality time with her after her long absence.
Owner Wendy easily dominated her tickle slaves completely with yet more sustained tickling, the two giggling naked women completely subdued to obedience by their brutal tickle torture.
Owner Wendy gradually stopped tickling them but didn't untie them, running her hands over their sensual sexy bodies erotically, feeling their breasts and bottoms and pussies assertively as the submissive girls hung giggling and subdued in their strict bondage.
Octavia greatly enjoyed it as Owner Wendy sensually fondled her body, enjoying the dominant touch on her bare skin even though it wasn't tickling her as much now. Octavia was warmly receptive and she trusted Owner Wendy completely after long years together, Owner Wendy was completely safe to submit to.
Octavia groaned and smiled warmly as Owner Wendy continued touching her body intimately, and Owner Wendy enthusiastically explored Octavia's naked body hungrily.
Fhimra was moaning and groaning too, looking completely turned on and horny, and Owner Wendy explored her body equally assertively, the Tzeentch girl having nothing physical to hide from her, Owner Wendy even putting a finger up Fhimra's ass just to dominate her body even more.
Owner Wendy paused to go wash her hands of poo, and Octavia hung in her spider web in perfect contentment.
"This life… So SO good!, Just so good…", Fhimra sighed in sexual defeat in her bondage beside Octavia.
Octavia nodded happily, this existence was heavenly.
Owner Wendy returned and continued to play with the pair, and she started kissing Octavia passionately in her bondage, ignoring Fhimra for now and just being passionately intimate with Octavia.
Octavia happily returned the kisses blissfully, completely seduced and smitten with her thoughtful romantic Owner who dominated her so wonderfully.
Fhimra was too subdued and submissive right now to be jealous, just suffering in silence as Owner Wendy kissed Octavia with the kiss of true love, Octavia returning the kisses just as lovingly, completely in love.
"You are my special girl Octavia, you have always been my special girl. What was I thinking when I ever spurned you?, You are absolutely exquisite.", Owner Wendy told Octavia in a tone of romantic awe.
"Please don't Ma'am. Please don't. Please don't sniff around my fiancée like this.", Fhimra softly begged, too submissive right now to even raise her voice as she hung naked in bondage beside them.
Owner Wendy paused at this, turning her face to regard Fhimra seriously.
"Things with Lash are… Complicated, right at the moment. Octavia lacks the same complications…", Owner Wendy said very quietly.
Fhimra gulped fearfully, looking wretchedly at Octavia.
"The situation could still resolve itself, I truly hope that it does…", Owner Wendy said quietly.
"Please don't be cruel to us, we are engaged, we love each other, if you love us then don't destroy our happiness Ma'am.", Fhimra begged.
"You both exist to serve *my* pleasure, not your own. If I want anything at all from you tickle slaves then I will simply take it, you are *slaves*, my chattel property.", Owner Wendy strictly reminded Fhimra coldly.
"Don't you still love us?", Fhimra asked hopefully.
"I love Octavia, you on the other hand I am fond of and sexually attracted to, my friend even, but I don't love you as I love Octavia.", Owner Wendy said with distressing honesty.
Fhimra wilted at these words and Octavia got cross for poor Fhimra's sake.
"That's really mean Owner Wendy!, Fhimra is part of the family and sleeps in our bed!, Why don't you love her?", Octavia said crossly.
"I don't love her because she doesn't love me either, she gets a puddle every time she sees me but after months of intimacy she still doesn't love me so why should I love her either?", Owner Wendy accused.
"I want to love you Ma'am, but it's very hard given our history. I'm your ex-girlfriend, you dumped me and broke my heart and we never even got closure on the incident. You are so aloof towards me that I'm terrified to speak to you about anything deep, you are the one pushing me away, I would love you to bits if you'd only let me!", Fhimra protested.
Owner Wendy paused smelling the words for a lie.
"(Sigh), I don't smell any lies, you are telling me the truth… Look Fhimra, you really are a sweet girl and an amazing submissive, you have single handedly improved my opinion of Tzeentch's worshippers profoundly. You are an absolutely delightful tickle slave and I enjoy your slavery to me. But I have loved Octavia for twenty years, this woman is my treasure who I will never ever sell. I don't want to hurt you, but I OWN Octavia and her relationships are 100 percent at my personal whim.", Owner Wendy said sympathetically.
"If I can't have Octavia then I request that you let me go, as my heart will be so badly broken that I won't endure. If I have to be a bridesmaid at my own fiancée's wedding then I'm going to sob all through the ceremony. It would be too cruel to endure.", Fhimra requested!
"Let you go?!", Octavia and Owner Wendy asked in unison incredulously.
"I want Octavia more than I want anything, and losing her will absolutely destroy me worse than any other cruelty you could inflict upon me.", Fhimra said wretchedly, blinking tears.
"You want to return to just being a labor slave like you were before?", Owner Wendy asked seriously, shocking Octavia with the mere suggestion!
"No, I want to be a tickle sub for a new Domme if you insist on being so pitilessly cruel to me in this matter Ma'am. Believe me that I don't want to leave, but I am looking for love in my tickle slavery and who will love me if you marry Octavia?", Fhimra said sadly, crying softly now.
"I will always love you Fhimra, even if Owner Wendy orders me to marry her I won't stop loving you.", Octavia reassured with feeling, also crying sadly now at this horrible topic of conversation.
"But I will be nothing, not even a girlfriend, I will just be a spinster to my dying day. I want to get serious with a woman and get married, this is REALLY important to me!, I NEED someone who I can hold in bed and know that I'm hers and she's mine before any others.", Fhimra sobbed emotionally!
Octavia sobbed at these words too, looking at Owner Wendy for guidance in this.
"If Lash pulls through and stays with me as I want her to then you both will get married with my warm permission. You are a Tzeentch worshipper Fhimra, have more hope.", Owner Wendy gruffly encouraged.
"That is my greatest hope Ma'am, but if that doesn't happen then you will take Octavia off the shelf, you haven't even tried to deny it. I want your promise to permit me to have a backup hope so that I will have some hope regardless of the outcome.", Fhimra respectfully requested, tears in her eyes.
Octavia gasped but Owner Wendy looked at Fhimra thoughtfully.
"I would miss your ticklish body greatly, but I don't hate you Fhimra. If there is just heartbreak all around then I'm willing to be slightly flexible. But it has to be someone I approve of. It would offend Slaanesh if your life of constant tickling ever ceased, he greatly enjoys feeding on the fetish excess of a worshipper of another god. Whoever you hook up with has to be a cruel tickler who will keep you tickled in bondage daily until the day you die.", Owner Wendy offered.
"Mistress Blade Lee the apprentice has asked me out, (Octavia gasped), but I turned her down saying that I am with Octavia. She said that she will be waiting if that ever changes…", Fhimra hesitantly admitted!
"A Lee Dominatrix is indeed a suitable choice, you will be tickled and hard for the rest of your life. She is free too, so if you get married then you would be granted freedom by marriage to a free person. As much as I'd hate to lose you I would be happy for you getting such a happy ending.", Owner Wendy judged.
Fhimra gasped into sobbing gratitude, thanking Owner Wendy profusely!
Octavia frowned jealously, the poly nymphomaniac unused to feeling jealousy and not liking the sensation.
"But Fhimra is MINE!, I don't want her to be taken away from me, I want to marry her!", Octavia exploded into childish jealousy.
"I want to marry you too Octavia, I'm just making sure that I have options if you get taken away from me.", Fhimra promised sadly.
"You could fight for me.", Octavia urged crossly.
"I can't shiv Owner Wendy with a knife or something, and I don't want to do that even if I could. I love you Octavia, I love you enough to acknowledge that you NEED to live in this tickling dungeon under the care of Owner Wendy, you just can't function properly in any other environment. I love you enough not to put my *desires* above your NEEDS Octavia. Sometimes when you truly love someone you have to let them go if that's what is best for them.", Fhimra said with aching regret and love.
"You could stand up to Owner Wendy and simply say no you can't have Octavia!, You could make me feel special.", Octavia stupidly suggested.
"No you can't have Octavia…", Fhimra said unconvincingly to Owner Wendy, making Owner Wendy laugh.
Owner Wendy easily tickled Fhimra to submission in her bondage, forcing her to apologise for those words!
"You girls are absolutely adorable, my powerless tickle slaves. I am so fond of both of you.", Owner Wendy said adoringly at her two bound naked playthings.
"Come now, stop this adorable silliness and stop being so sad, I still have many ticklish things in store for you both tonight.", Owner Wendy coaxed.
Octavia was poked in the tummy until her artificial happiness drove all of the hurt feelings from her mind, leaving her giggling happily despite wanting to be sad and cross right now.
Octavia was completely powerless as she was tickled and dominated long into the night alongside Fhimra, her tickle slavery absolute…
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