Chapter 74H
F-888 Mad Goose fighters allied to the Sevenson Empire tore unstoppably through the skies with their limitless aviation fuel, all but invisible to radar systems and each flanked by four potent Nimble Bird wingman drones who greatly enhanced their capabilities.
The hostile nations had their air forces crippled by their severe fuel shortages, and even their ground based anti-air missile launch platform vehicles were struggling to combat the high stealth Mad Geese, the ground radars badly jammed by loitering Blind Bat glide missiles. The ground based anti-air platforms didn't have long to worry about this however, as salvos of air-to-ground missiles destroyed them very quickly.
The Sevenson Empire was once again offering the hostile nations armistice in exchange for signing treaties to become vassals of the Sevenson Empire, and this time many of the hostile nations were more willing than in the past to at least listen to Sevenson ambassadors.
Inside the deeply buried neutral diplomatic city of Flüvęḻ Cracks, one still wounded Wendy Sevenson limped on her foot cast in the grand chamber alongside her mother the daemon princess Sevenson Matriarch, both headed to the main grand Confederation Chamber accompanied by a large retinue of other people ranging from diplomats to servants. It would be in everyone's interests if this war could be ended now through diplomacy.
Wendy was dressed up smartly in a dark business pantsuit, her cleavage bandaged up from the shrapnel damage and post-surgery to her massive tits. On one foot she wore a smart woman's business shoe and on the other foot she had her plaster cast, the rest of her bandages and injuries hidden under her clothes. Her hair was done beautifully to look highly professional and presentable, her makeup toned right down to look not like a brazen whore but a serious diplomat.
Her mother MA7 the Sevenson Matriarch was rather less dressed up, being completely naked in fact, but this was not unusual. MA7 had never worn any clothes at all even as a mortal, the Slaanesh worshipping mortal pleasure slave had been perpetually nude long before Wendy was born, believing clothing to be an impediment to the sacred lust of Slaanesh. Daemonic ascension had not changed this hatred of wearing clothes, no matter the occasion she was always nude.
The Matriarch at least looked VERY GOOD naked, her immortal highly feminine body sexy in the extreme. She looked like an armless daemonette, one of those really sexy daemonettes with six huge tits not the ugly ones, only enlarged to the size of a daemon prince. She was more than half leg by body length, with hugely long sexy legs, the legs unnaturally multi jointed but in a way that looked really sexy rather than ugly. Her pretty feet were prehensile like hands, with the huge toe claws painted femininely with nail polish and extremely well groomed.
Between her legs she had multiple genitalia, both towering erect male organs and dripping wet cavernous female organs, as well as more than one anus at the back, the holes used primarily for acts of sexual penetration. Her breasts as mentioned were six in number, hanging in three pairs down the length of her chest and upper abdomen, bulging and swollen, monstrous in size and perfectly erotic.
Her pale white skin was the colour of creamy white plaster, not quite white as snow but as white as possible without losing any sexiness, and her skin was covered in many places all over her body with full red lipped mouths with astonishingly long tongues that protruded like tentacles and acted like the arms she lacked. Where arms should be there were only beautiful soft smooth incredibly ticklish armpits.
Her neck was very long and elegant and pretty, topped by an extremely erotic and beautiful face and head, with small devil horns and long flowing white hair composed of flesh dreadlocks that were highly sensitive and erogenous. Her entire appearance was maddeningly erotic, just like a daemon princess of Slaanesh should be, but she also had a look of dominant authority that drove the bewitched Sevenson Night Lords mad with submissive lust. She looked okay to attend this diplomatic gathering.
Wendy set her face to look very serious as she entered the huge Confederation Chamber with the other Sevenson delegates, entering a colossal circular room filled with delegates from every nation on Gåëḻįxčûßṟæ, all sitting in delegate benches behind tables and all currently looking at the Sevenson delegation.
The Sevenson group walked sombrely through the chamber right to the middle of the huge circle, taking up positions before a huge podium, ready to make their case for peace. The Confederation Chamber filled with muttering and unrest, hostile delegates talking among themselves and looking unhappy.
Wendy's mother herself took the podium gracefully and cleared her throat daintily for attention.
"Friends, I offer you all peace and plenty, food in abundance, fuel, economic prosperity, vast resources. Let us end this war and be friends forever forth.", the Matriarch orated beautifully in opening.
Several delegates laughed incredulously at this offer, shouting "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!", in aggressive tones.
"If blood you want then join our armies as we conquer other planets, we welcome warriors.", the Matriarch seamlessly worked this into her speech.
The hecklers jeered at this but some paused in silence at this offer.
"We will not be your boot licks!, You leave us alone if you want peace!, Neutral or nothing!", one Khorne worshipping hostile delegate roared in challenge.
"Neutral you say?, So if we set up bases and alliances with those nations who will have us, your nation will not commit any aggression towards our ships and people?", The Matriarch asked respectfully and seriously.
"I said neutral not nonaggressive!"
"If your government wants neutrality then it shall commit NO act of war in violation of that neutrality. Do nothing to break peace and neutrality with us shall be yours.", the Matriarch offered reasonably.
"You need to pay us regular tribute to reimburse us for not killing you Slaanesh pansies.", a different Khorne worshipping delegate aggressively demanded.
"You want us to pay you in exchange for using your airspace?", the Matriarch amended this demand to something reasonable.
"If you enter our airspace we will shoot you down!"
"Then how could we possibly pay you tribute if we can't enter your airspace to deliver it?", The Matriarch gently mocked.
"Do not mock me whore!"
The Matriarch sighed with obvious patience and tried to restart her earlier diplomacy with the other nations.
"For those who are interested in SERIOUS neutrality you will get it, but you naturally won't receive any help from us if you are neutral. For those who sign treaties I promise food relief, fuel donations, trade, investment and development loans with very good interest rates. Your nations will prosper as valued parts of our Empire, you will be given huge contracts to supply us with the products of your industry. You won't regret it.", The Matriarch offered.
The Confederation Chamber filled with hubbub at these words, delegates discussing this offer amongst themselves in soft debate.
"I propose a 72 hour ceasefire in the war to give your respective governments time to consider our offers. You will be given details in writing and ambassadors will be individually assigned to your nations to answer any questions and help you negotiate with us.", the Matriarch offered seriously.
"You disrespect Khorne by ceasing war!", one of the Khorne morons barked indignantly.
"Any nation who WANTS a 72 hour ceasefire may have it.", the Matriarch amended with clear exasperation.
"Any who are not with us are against us!", moronic Khorne idiots warned the room.
"Not ONLY will a ceasefire be given, but we will also DEFEND your nations against any acts of aggression by your neighbours.", the Matriarch offered.
Wendy inwardly chuckled, the old divide and conquer strategy. If her mother could get the hostile nations to fight against each other in a civil war then it would be SO much easier to conquer this planet. The Khorne fools would turn the entire rest of the planet against them, the other hostile nations would positively beg the Sevenson Empire for military assistance, signing treaties of military cooperation that would be the first step towards becoming full treaty states.
Predictably the majority of the hostile nations agreed to the 72 hour ceasefire deal, and just as predictably the most insane of the Khorne dedicated nations immediately declared war against every nation which had agreed to the ceasefire. This was too fucking easy!
***…
Octavia howled with laughter in the shower hanging ceiling handcuffs, hideously ticklish soapy scrubbing brushes and toothbrushes dragging bristles across her skin so that she was tickled wonderfully.
She had not been bathed in long days and she smelled quite strongly, it felt SO good to have the uncomfortable sweat and oil and grime tickled off her skin, the wonderful feeling of being clean returning to her smelly body more and more with every ticklish brush stroke.
Octavia squealed with laughter as a long handled shower brush with insanely tickly bristles scrubbed her back in the worst way possible, thick soapy foam lathering her naked back as dead skin and oil and grime and odour was comprehensively tickled off her skin. The naked Mistress Lash grinned sadistically as she got Octavia super bad with the long handled brush.
The equally naked huge breasted Fhimra was also standing with her wrists raised up high in dangling ceiling handcuffs, her face looking distinctly nervous as she waited for her turn to be tickled clean. Her stripy bare armpits smelled a bit and had some very slight hair bristles from days since her last shave, her long hair was oily and unwashed, her entire body oily and grimy and slightly hairy from the long days of slave labor without bathing.
The shower spray was currently turned off by Mistress Lash so that the thick soapy foam on Octavia's skin wouldn't wash away before Mistress Lash was ready, and Octavia was a fit of laughter as she was cruelly and excessively tickled clean.
Octavia squealed as the toothbrush returned yet again to her right armpit despite it already being clean now, Mistress Lash holding a toothbrush in one hand and the long handled shower brush in the other. Mistress Lash was wonderfully sadistic, inflicting hellish amounts of ticklish suffering on lucky Octavia.
Octavia felt orgasmic happiness as she was forced to laugh, loving this feeling even though part of it was unendurable torture. It felt so wonderful to have a good long laugh, the playfulness of the tickling, the feeling of being cleaned, the orgasmic sexual domination. Octavia was in her own heavenly happy place as she jumped and squirmed and squealed with laughter, soapy implements tickling her perfect naked body with thick build ups of foam that slowly ran down her completely nude body.
Mistress Lash ran the shower spray again briefly, perfect temperature water drenching Octavia and washing away thick foam to reveal her much cleaner naked body.
"Still not clean enough.", the naked Mistress Lash said sadistically, water dripping off her perky olive skinned breasts, her long black hair stuck wetly to her back.
Octavia giggled happily and then squealed with playful ticklish laughter as Mistress Lash pounced on her again to give another extremely ticklish full body scrub, this time just to tickle torture the already clean Octavia.
Mistress Lash then turned to Fhimra, saying "Don't think I forgot about you."
Fhimra squirmed fearfully as Mistress Lash theatrically crept towards her with her brushes raised to tickle.
"I'm going to get you.", Mistress Lash teased and Fhimra couldn't squirm out of the way of a toothbrush that found her armpit.
Fhimra squealed and cackled with desperate laughter as her ticklish pit was scrubbed energetically.
"Stop!, Please!, Tickles!", Fhimra howled for mercy in a frenzy of frantic laughter.
"Aw, does it tickle?", Mistress Lash drawled mockingly, brushing the armpit even harder.
Fhimra was a frantic squealing creature of pure laughter as Mistress Lash continued to clean her, Fhimra bucking and pulling at her handcuffs as she gasped with hardest laughter. The stripy skinned sexy 19 year old was ticklish in the extreme and her face was split with absolute laughter, tickled half to death and lacking a safe word to make it stop.
Octavia watched fondly from her own standing position in her overhead handcuffs as Fhimra was brutally tickled clean with excesses of sadistic cruelty, Fhimra positively screaming with laughter and begging for mercy. Octavia was so proud of Fhimra's progress as a tickle slave and she enjoyed watching Fhimra getting tickled to the limit like this.
"You beg me to stop but I can feel your heart, you LOVE this you little tickling destruction addict!, Your little pussy is wet wet wet.", Mistress Lash teased as Fhimra kept begging for mercy.
Fhimra moaned in submissive pleasure at this erotic teasing, still thrashing and laughing her head off as Mistress Lash gave her entire ticklish naked body absolute hell.
Mistress Lash then suddenly returned to Octavia without warning, scrubbing her armpit with the toothbrush!
Octavia squealed with laughter as an unendurably ticklish jolt shot through her armpit, pleasure and artificial happiness filling her brain.
Mistress Lash pounced on Fhimra again, making her scream with surprise and laughter, and Octavia giggled happily as she watched Fhimra get tickled half insane with soapy brushes.
Fhimra laughed hysterically for a long time as every single part of her was comprehensively tickled clean, and Octavia giggled happily in her handcuffs as she got to watch, with Mistress Lash dutifully returning to Octavia regularly when it had been too long since she last laughed, keeping her from getting bored.
Fhimra's long wavy/straight blonde/brown hair was comprehensively washed and cleaned and conditioned and treated, a toothbrush even being used to scrub her scalp through her hair, dislodging and rinsing out an astonishing amount of dirt and grease and oil and grime, her long hair becoming beautiful as it was comprehensively attended to.
Octavia had her own long dark brown curly hair lathered up with various feminine hair products and she enjoyed having the soapy foam massaged into her grimy scalp, a toothbrush being used to scour her scalp of all traces of dirt and oil. Octavia giggled and squealed ticklishly, so ticklish that even her scalp was ticklish to a toothbrush, laughing happily as she got to enjoy the twin pleasures of tickling and having her grimy scalp massaged clean with soapy hair cleansing product. She sighed in bliss as the shower spray activated to rinse her hair completely clean and silky soft.
Octavia then had a wonderful long laugh afterwards as Mistress Lash lathered up her ticklish body with shaving soap, the soap churned up to a foam by tickling fingers in her armpits, followed by her pussy and all of both legs. Mistress Lash then playfully held up a disposable feminine safety shaving razor, moving to Octavia's slightly bristly armpits.
Octavia held still as the razor deeply raked her armpit against the grain, the blade pushed in hard and deep to really get the bristles as deep as possible. Octavia moaned in Slaaneshi pleasure as she felt the intense sting of a cut, the razor having nicked her armpit, and she looked curiously to see a growing red spot of blood in her armpit.
Mistress Lash ignored the tiny cut and continued to give Octavia's armpit a brutally close shave that left a few more tiny bleeding cuts that stung wonderfully in the soap.
Mistress Lash moved to Octavia's other armpit to give an equally rough and severe shave, drawing yet more blood, and Octavia moaned in pleasure from this pain. Octavia was given a pair of high plastic stools to rest her thighs on as she did the splits with tickle slave flexibility, her pussy open and her cuffed wrists stretched high above her head holding her balanced as she carefully did the splits.
Mistress Lash sat down on a much lower stool in front of Octavia's pussy, and she very severely shaved Octavia's entire private parts area of every last hint of a bristle, pressing the razor in cruelly to deep shave every last bristle, uncaring of all the tiny bleeds that stung Octavia exquisitely.
Octavia's pussy now severely clean shaven, Mistress Lash got to work on Octavia's legs, hunting down bristles mercilessly and leaving many small stinging cuts in her wake.
Mistress Lash admired her work and she rinsed and tickled Octavia clean of soap and blood, leaving her fresh and clean and very very smooth.
Fhimra hissed in pain as she was shaved just as severely, but she didn't dare to complain to the Dominatrix holding a razor blade, taking the stinging cuts like a good girl to escape any punishment.
Mistress Lash finished with the two tickle slaves but she did not release them from their handcuffs, leaving them standing in the turned off shower with their arms stretched up in their ceiling cuffs. Mistress Lash exited the shower and went to another part of the bathroom to pamper herself with her own hygiene, sitting on a little stool and washing herself Japanese style, cleansing and shaving herself much more gently than the tickle slaves, using comforting products to nurture her skin, rinsing herself off and then enjoying a nice soothing hot bath with fragrant bath bombs to pleasure her skin even more as she had a very long float in the bath.
Octavia and Fhimra were in no position to go anywhere or do anything, having no safe words and being handcuffed to the ceiling. They simply stood in place dripping residual water and slowly air drying in the slightly warm humid air of the bathroom.
"I feel SO much better after that shower.", Fhimra said conversationally from her handcuffs.
"Me too, I was so smelly and gross, I was so greasy that I could barely feel a tickle.", Octavia heartily agreed.
"I wonder how long before we get conscripted again for more repairs?", Fhimra mused.
"What!?, Even MORE?!", Octavia squawked in shock at the mere thought!
"They were generous to even let us go home at all, the ship might be *barely* repaired now but the ceasefire is only for three days, one of which is gone, and some of the Khorne idiots have already broken the ceasefire on the ground. I think that it's only a matter of time before the ship is under attack again.", Fhimra elaborated, swaying her stripy hips slightly to be more comfortable as she stood naked with her wrists dangling from the ceiling handcuffs.
"I hope that we don't have to go back, being out of tickle bondage for so many days was horrible!, Plus we couldn't get a bath or shower.", Octavia complained, fidgeting the arms stretched high above her head to get more comfortable in the hard metal handcuffs.
"We got tongue baths.", Fhimra giggled naughtily.
"That was fun but it didn't clean us properly, we were still filthy afterwards.", Octavia pointed out.
Fhimra swayed her stripy naked body in her handcuffs but said nothing, she looked very content and relaxed standing naked in bondage in this comfortably warm bathroom.
Mistress Lash was lazily relaxing in her bath in absolutely no hurry to leave, the two tickle slaves weren't going anywhere without her.
Octavia yawned sleepily and blinked, swinging her upper body in her handcuffs gently as she waited to be let out or played with further. Octavia was a good girl who understood the rules, she had no power over her body or life but she knew that she would always be taken care of by those who dominated her. She didn't feel at all threatened or in danger, she was safe in her bondage and submission.
Fhimra yawned too, blinking sleepily.
"I could fall asleep.", Fhimra chuckled contentedly.
"I hope that we can lay down in a bed tonight, days of the hard floor for sleeping was really hard. But I know that it's not up to me to decide.", Octavia said sleepily.
"I don't mind sleeping in bondage, but these handcuffs are not padded, they will dig into my wrists and hurt me.", Fhimra said, fidgeting her wrists in her stainless steel handcuffs.
"I need to put on deodorant and brush my hair and put on skin products, I think we will be released before we sleep.", Octavia reasoned.
"I'll *think* about letting you girls out of those handcuffs if you behave.", Mistress Lash called lazily from her extremely comfortable bath.
"Yes Mistress Lash.", Octavia and Fhimra said gratefully in unison.
Octavia and Fhimra continued to chat about random things as they stood naked in the shower with their hands cuffed high above their heads, talking about all sorts of random stuff until Mistress Lash lazily got out of the bath.
Mistress Lash didn't release them immediately, first giving them both a few minutes of hard tickling to make them really squeal before she finally released them.
Octavia and Fhimra stood submissively before the Dominatrix even when free, speaking very respectfully to Mistress Lash and obeying her without question as she bossed them around and ordered them to do their evening bathroom rituals like putting on deodorant and brushing their hair. Octavia lovingly cared for this body that Owner Wendy owned, brushing the hair and caring for the skin of Owner Wendy's property dutifully. Octavia thanked Slaanesh for her wonderful kinky life as she finished, feeling deeply happy in life.
Octavia and Fhimra held hands lovingly as they left the bathroom and entered Owner Wendy and Mistress Lash's bedroom, following the dominant Mistress Lash. Octavia looked hopefully for Owner Wendy but she was still away.
Octavia and Fhimra crawled naked onto the massive bed and crawled right to the centre of the house sized mattress, laying down together on top of the sheets and starting to cuddle and kiss passionately.
Fhimra was sleepy but into it, and she very lazily mutually masturbated with Octavia, both fingering the other as they kissed passionately.
Mistress Lash was then standing over them, naked but for a strap on dildo over her pussy, holding a shiny black latex riding crop dominantly, smiling sadistically.
The two tickle slaves were wonderfully spanked with the riding crop on their bare bottoms and massive tits, and they took it in turns moaning as they were assertively fucked with the strap on as the riding crop stung them in various places with painful spanks.
Octavia and Fhimra had no choice but to take the dildo and the spankings, completely lacking safe words to make it stop, but neither tickle slave actually minded their kinky sex, both physical 19 year olds climaxing hard with gasps and moans. Mistress Lash alone got to decide when it would start and when it would end, the two tickle slaves having to take endless dildos at the absolute whim of their Dominatrices.
Octavia didn't even try to have any agency in the sex, just submissively taking the dildo as much as Mistress Lash wanted and letting HER decide the details of Octavia's arbitrary penetration.
Octavia was wonderfully fucked and spanked like the slave she was, dominated completely and loving it. Mistress Lash then put the strap on dildo on Octavia and dominantly ordered Octavia to fuck her to multiples, Octavia obediently doing as she was told and making Mistress Lash make crazy Asian sex noises with the pumping dildo.
Mistress Lash gave Fhimra a turn of the strap on and was fucked even more as Octavia reclined submissively awaiting orders.
Octavia yawned sleepily as Mistress Lash gave her bottom another spanking with the riding crop, enjoying it but getting super sleepy now. The yawning was contagious, making Mistress Lash yawn too, followed by Fhimra.
The kinky sex threesome gradually moved to the edge of the sheets near the middle of the head end of the house sized bed, getting under the crisp clean sheets and continuing to sensually play, Octavia and Fhimra being wonderfully dominated sexually.
"As much as I completely love this, are we going to stop soon to sleep Ma'am?", Fhimra submissively yawned heavily.
"You don't get to ask tickle slave, you don't have a safe word and I am the boss here. If I want to fuck you even all night long without telling you beforehand you don't get to second guess me or request a finish time. You will take my dildo as long and as much as *I* want, isn't that right Fhimra?", Mistress Lash retorted dominantly.
"Yes Mistress Lash!", Fhimra gasped in dismayed submission, and Mistress Lash fucked her hard with the strap on under the sheets.
Octavia moaned as she felt the dildo penetrating herself when it was her turn, Mistress Lash laying on top of Octavia with her pelvis between Octavia's spread legs. Octavia was sleepy but she had no authority to stop this sex, having to submit completely to whatever was done to her.
Octavia yawned but she stayed wet, blinking sleepily as she squirted under the sheets. Mistress Lash pulled out of Octavia and mounted the half asleep Fhimra, penetrating the extremely sleepy submissive lesbian and making her moan.
"I know that I don't get to ask for a finish time or make you stop having sex with me Ma'am, but I want you to know that I'm getting really tired Mistress Lash.", Fhimra said submissively as she was dominantly fucked.
"I know that, not least because you keep whining about it slut. But as you said, you can't choose to stop me fucking you on a whim, and if you keep complaining I will go even longer.", Mistress Lash warned, penetrating the naked Fhimra even harder.
The bedroom suddenly shook violently and alarm sirens blared throughout the ship!
"The ship is under attack?!", Mistress Lash exclaimed.
"Ma'am…", The sleep deprived Fhimra said acidly, the opportunity to sleep now gone.
***…
Khorne aligned nuclear missiles launched skywards in massive salvos, hitting the belly of the huge Nightmare Asylum where it hung in low orbit at the edge of the atmosphere. This was madness!
Civilians on the ground panicked as frothing berserk maniacs of Khorne fired off a fusillade of atomic death at the 20 kilometre long mountain of steel up above them. If that ship broke apart then every single chunk of it would crash down and kill them all!
The Nightmare Asylum void shields buckled terribly from the nuclear missiles hitting its underside, and the huge ship engaged its engines to try to gain altitude to a safe orbit before it was blasted apart. The rest of the ships in the Sevenson Fleet were also ascending to a slightly higher orbit as nuclear missiles from the surface struck them too.
Treaty nations were scrambling their Mad Goose fighters to try to shoot down the missiles but they were too fast and too numerous, the air below the fleet lit up white hot with countless atomic blasts.
The Nightmare Asylum had barely reached a safe orbit outside of the atmospheric drag, when huge laser Lance strikes collapsed its failing void shields and punched several holes clean through the ship from above and out the bottom to burn deep holes in the ice of the surface!
The Nightmare Asylum was caught in an ambush between below and above!
The attacker however had given away his position with the laser lance strikes and it cost him dearly as the entire Sevenson Fleet returned fire as one.
Red hot chunks of Overlord class Battle Cruiser were soon floating into view, the shots having found their target and dealt gruesome damage.
The Overlord Battle Cruiser might be defeated, but the Nightmare Asylum was also crippled from the lance strikes right through the ship's spine. The Nightmare Asylum was listing in circles, its manoeuvring thrusters badly damaged, floating paralysed in its new orbit barely above the drag of the upper atmosphere.
The nuclear missiles from the ground continued to strike the stricken Nightmare Asylum, blowing huge craters in the steel sides of the ship. Other (large) ships hastened to get between the Nightmare Asylum and the nuclear missiles, absorbing the missiles with their fresh void shields. Flights of swift death fighters swarmed all around the Nightmare Asylum to shoot down any further missiles.
The retribution to the culprit nations was swift, with Iconoclast class Destroyers returning fire with their own tactical nuclear missiles to obliterate every nuclear missile launch site, small mushroom clouds appearing in the sky directly above every launch silo and mobile launch vehicle.
The nuclear missiles from the ground ceased as the launchers were counter nuked by the Destroyers, and no further attacks came from space, the destruction of the Overlord Battle Cruiser having temporarily spooked the captains of the remaining hostile ships.
The orbit became still once more, and small Sevenson ships swarmed around the Nightmare Asylum, docking with it and using their own engines to move and stabilise it.
The Nightmare Asylum was crippled but not down, it had suffered gruesome damage to its electrical power and plasma based propulsion systems, the loss of numerous nuclear power reactors rendering the onboard lance batteries and void shields useless, but it still had its huge battleship grade broadside macro cannons that needed little energy to fire. The docked Iconoclast Destroyers moved the Nightmare Asylum around like tugboats, aiming the macro cannon studded port (left) broadside up at the higher orbits where the remaining hostile ships were likely found.
The meaning was not lost, any more attacks would result in an instantaneous macro cannon broadside salvo from the Nightmare Asylum against the perpetrating hostile ship. The Nightmare Asylum was still deadly even when wounded, it could take out anything in this system with its broadside guns.
Deep inside the stricken Nightmare Asylum one tickle slave Fhimra Pyrestrength was looking at Mistress Lash Lee with a truly exasperated expression, so tired that she wanted to cry and now certain to be immediately conscripted back to repair work without any sleep…
***…