Chapter 78H
The icy settlements of the planet Gåëḻįxčûßṟæ were a bustle of industry and new construction as the Sevenson Empire and the Alpha Legion competed to bribe the loyalty of the various nations. The Sevenson Matriarch herself was depositing thousands of tons of gold and billions of units of various currencies in every single local bank of every nation that would accept her dominion, whilst the Alpha Legion was doing the same with huge amounts of Vem Omicron currency they had accumulated from their phosphorus fertiliser trading. The Wong Family Mafia was further getting involved in depositing vast amounts of money in high interest deposits in every bank they could find, not for any political reason but simply speculating to make money with these now cash flooded banks.
The planet Gåëḻįxčûßṟæ had never been so rich, profiting from these two extremely rich rival factions engaging in a bribing war to win their loyalty, and the local industries and governments were scrambling to take advantage of this overwhelming flood of financial liquidity to do much needed capital investments to beef up their industries with better tools and infrastructure. Dark Mechanicum tech priests were very VERY eager to take this money in exchange for their technical services, installing better tools and automation in factories.
The food shortage was immediately ended with the flood of new money, neutral faction merchant ships flooding to this newly rich planet to sell food, but unfortunately for the peace the fuel shortage was also ended with a massive influx of aviation fuel and other hydrocarbons paid for by these bank loans. Every nation was once again able to use their extremely powerful air forces, and war raged like never before as the nations split into opposing blocks with a nearly limitless amount of credit behind them to fund military operations.
These people were diverse, broad brush strokes couldn't define so many different people, but some of these individuals were absolute idiots and unfortunately more than a few were in positions of political power. Raging Khorne worshipping political strongmen in some of the nations howled for blood for the blood god, whipping their populations up into a hysterical religious frenzy of violence. Aircraft tore through the skies attacking other nations, armies marched and artillery guns fired, the war quickly escalated to a full nuclear war in places as nations nuked each other's cities and wind power infrastructure.
It was all absolutely hilarious!
The mighty Daemon Princess of Tzeentch TigerLily Sevenson cackled and laughed diabolically in sick delight at all of this delightfully funny violence happening just as planned, barely able to breathe with her laughter, (not that she even needed to breathe).
TigerLily was currently down amidst the mayhem, unbothered by the freezing cold as she flew through the sky on her huge blue feathered wings, laughing diabolically as people on all sides were blown to bits down below.
Tzeentch sorcery blazed around TigerLily as she flew, TigerLily hurling multi coloured warp flames at enemy ground strike missiles and artillery shells with unerring accuracy to hit them out of the air to protect her allied forces. She could foresee anti air hypersonic missiles hitting her in the immediate future through her fate vision and she lazily repositioned herself slightly in the air to dodge every missile before it hit. Hypersonic missiles had so much inertia that they couldn't easily turn around once they passed by her, and those missiles that tried to turn around lost so much speed that shooting them down was easy.
TigerLily spread her arms wide and opened a hidden pathway in the Crystal Labyrinth of Tzeentch's domain in the warp, a maze that secretly connected all parts of the warp together, a maze with secret openings right inside the territories of even rival chaos gods. The opening in front of her was made of fire of impossible colours that didn't exist outside of the warp, a huge ring in front of her through which was visible a vast tunnel made of iridescent crystal.
Just as predicted a Khorne dedicated hypersonic strategic nuclear missile flew right in the path of this open warp portal. The hypersonic missile tore through the Crystal Labyrinth, the moving walls of this ever changing maze currently lined up perfectly to give a perfectly straight path into one of the hidden entrances into the heart of Khorne's infernal domain in the warp hells. The hypersonic missile flew straight and true out of this hidden passageway in a wall right in the throne room of Khorne himself, flying with absolutely perfect accuracy to hit the blood god Khorne himself directly in the testicles with a multi Hiroshima thermonuclear explosion.
TigerLily gasped with laughter as roars of pain and outrage echoed out of the now closing warp portal, daemonic urine tinkling out to give her white daemonic robes a huge yellow wet patch over her crotch as she laughed so uncontrollably that she literally peed herself.
TigerLily couldn't even keep flying as she gasped with laughter, falling out of the air doubled over with mirth, she had got Khorne right in the BALLS with his own missile!
TigerLily's fate vision now clearly saw that the Khorne worshipping missile crew who had fired the offending missile were now devolving into chaos spawn off in the distance, the wrath of their god for daring to even accidentally hit his royal jewels with a multi Hiroshima thermonuclear mis…
TigerLily gasped with laughter, unable to even finish the thought!
Oh Tzeentch it was funny!
TigerLily hit the snow in a splatter of blue daemonic blood, finally fallen all the way to the ground, and she choked and gasped with laughter even as she bled out and disappeared back to the warp in a puff of smoke, unsummoned from the mortal universe by her fall injuries.
TigerLily was back in the true warp, her injuries rapidly healing in the rich sustaining energies of the warp, but she still couldn't stop laughing.
Khorne was currently sitting in his throne clutching his nuked testicles with his armoured hands, the nuke having hit with such accuracy that it got past his armoured groin plate and got him square in the side of the scrotum!
TigerLily couldn't fucking breathe!
Khorne was roaring with rage and pain in a way that was so funny that TigerLily almost had a cardiac arrest from laughter, (not that she even had a heart anymore)!
Tzeentch himself was laughing, as was Slaanesh and even Nurgle, the entire great game temporarily paused as the entire warp laughed (or raged) uncontrollably at this juvenile prank. The chaos gods were giant immature children at heart and loved this sort of humour.
Even the Ork gods Gork and Mork were falling over sideways blinking tears of laughter as they pointed and howled with laughter at Khorne getting nuked in the nuts. The Eldar laughing god Cegorach was of course laughing his head off at this fine prank and even the Anathema on his golden throne silently chuckled.
Khorne's daemonic legions howled with rage at their god being humiliated like this, and TigerLily's laughter paused slightly with a gulp of fear as basically all of Khorne's legions charged directly towards TigerLily herself in the warp…
"Yoink"
The huge hand of Tzeentch himself suddenly appeared through a hidden part of the Crystal Labyrinth right next to TigerLily, plucking her away to safety as the wrathful legions of the murder hells raced towards her.
The secret way snapped shut the moment TigerLily was pulled through by the giant hand, and the huge hand pulled her through miles of hidden tunnels in an impossible instant, right into the Impossible Fortress, and all the way into the Hidden Library at its heart where Tzeentch himself resided.
All mortal descriptive language was impossible in this place, nothing here could exist in real space, the very concepts were different, the geometry of space was different, (not that geometry or space even existed here). Time, space, mathematics, logic, all of it was replaced here by something so utterly alien that no mortal mind had any way of even imagining let alone comprehending what existed here, (existence and imagination and comprehension also not existing here but instead being replaced by far stranger concepts).
As such it was impossible for TigerLily to look at this place with any mortal senses or concepts, relying on the fact that she was a Tzeentch daemon with Tzeentch senses and Tzeentch attributes to even endure and comprehend this place. TigerLily as a daemon princess of Tzeentch was literally a part of him, and this alone let her even be here at all without immediate destruction and madness.
What might be called conversation happened here, with TigerLily beaming at her god in adoration. Present was not only Tzeentch but also an impossibly large multitude of Greater Daemons of Tzeentch, beings much more powerful in every way than TigerLily herself, as well as other ascended Daemon Princes like TigerLily herself, some of them much more powerful than TigerLily. But TigerLily felt no fear at all in the presence of these much more powerful wicked daemonic overlords, all including herself were but a part of Tzeentch himself, all cells in the same body.
The Impossible Fortress was filled with the souls of mortals who had died, both the deceased worshippers of Tzeentch and those mortal souls sacrificed to him, both souls who died in the past and souls who had died in the future, time having no meaning here in this strange place. The souls had so many fates and so many experiences, depending upon so many factors.
To those souls who had faithfully served and loved Tzeentch with full sincerity the Tzeentch afterlife was literally heaven, and far more pleasant than the degrading "heavens" of Nurgle or even Slaanesh, it was an actual heaven of eternal never ending hope and optimism, the souls inhabiting impossible wonderful dreams forever, inhabiting dream universes inside the very crystal walls of the fortress, like computer simulations in a simulated universe of utter hope and maniacal optimism, happiness and joy and hope theirs for all eternity.
At least… Mostly…
Tzeentch was fickle and worshipping him even faithfully was still a gamble. Not all those who played this game rolled well on the fickle dice, some were damned to far worse fates despite anything they did, this gamble itself encouraging the still alive to feverishly hope with sick afraid hope that they themselves were one of the lucky ones.
For those who were simply unlucky this place could be hell every bit as bad as the worst nightmares of the deepest Slaanesh hells, the souls eternally locked inside a nightmare dream world of utter insanity, their insane minds eternally hopeful to the point of utter insanity even as they screamed in the ever changing dreams of a Schizophrenic having an endless nightmare. Just as no mortal language could describe the Impossible Fortress of Tzeentch, no mortal language could describe the suffering and horror of being tortured with this kind of literal insanity forever and ever.
Not only were there truly faithful souls who were simply unlucky that suffered here, there were also faithless fools who tried to simply use Tzeentch for their own ends and power without ever loving him. These wretches were truly damned… Or sometimes they were instead sent to paradise on the roll of a dice, nothing was certain with Tzeentch and the truly lucky ones could do everything wrong and still win. But for most of the faithless who tried to use Tzeentch without loving him, the fate was undiluted hell in a nightmare of eternally hoping without any fulfilment, given an insane mania that never let them stop hoping no matter how much the lack of fulfilment tortured them, driving them absolutely mad.
Others were traitors to Tzeentch, souls who had worshipped him and then willingly turned on him, those Tzeentch sorcerers who suddenly had a moral epiphany and turned to gun down their fellow Tzeentch forces and helped the enemy escape, then died unrepentant while Tzeentch still held their souls…
For THESE idiotic fools the word "hell" didn't really do justice to what Tzeentch had in store… Except when they were lucky and given paradise instead. Tzeentch made sure that all his souls died with at least SOME mad hope of impossible forgiveness, no matter what they had done. Some traitors found themselves weeping in relief in eternal paradise, not MANY traitors, but some…
Whether in paradise or damnation, every single soul was eternally filled with overwhelming hope, whether willingly or not, eternally feeding Tzeentch with hope energies like little power plants. Existing outside of time this soul choir was already complete with every soul that would ever belong to Tzeentch, all across time all were here, and yet, at the same "time", not all were here at all, existing like quantum super positions of neither fully here nor fully not, representing the fact that even Tzeentch himself could be very occasionally fooled.
The place TigerLily was in was impossible, the things were impossible, things done or things that existed, all impossible to describe. Words couldn't describe and wouldn't describe anything until she left once again.
TigerLily was then outside of the Impossible Fortress at exactly the same time that she had entered it, she had never been inside, just deposited at the door threshold. She HAD been inside, but she hadn't been inside because NOTHING was inside, nothing that could be described was inside, spending "time" inside the Impossible Fortress could not be described ergo no one ever WAS inside, not even if they WERE.
TigerLily had never entered the Impossible Fortress, nothing of any meaningful concept in existence was inside, not even the concept of "inside", for it HAD no inside. Since it COULD NOT be entered, TigerLily had never entered it, even though she HAD entered she HAD NOT entered.
Khorne was still raging with nuked testicles according to TigerLily's fate vision, but even he would be hard pressed to reach the very walls of the Impossible Fortress right in the middle of the ever changing maze of the Crystal Labyrinth, entire armies could fill the entire Crystal Labyrinth and still never find their way to the centre, the maze walls literally moved around constantly to make it impossible to navigate without the insane insight of Tzeentch's own daemons.
TigerLily smirked and then laughed uncontrollably with gasping diabolical laughter at the memory of Khorne's nuked nuts!
The ever changing walls and architecture of the outside of the Impossible Fortress suddenly spawned a gaping daemonic mouth of crystal masonry that opened like a door right next to TigerLily, out of which strode a truly gigantic bird-like Greater Daemon of Tzeentch, the door mouth biting shut a moment later and disappearing forever.
The huge greater daemon was exactly 99.9999999 meters tall, (exactly 9 digits of 9), far bigger than usual for one of its kind and therefore blatantly obviously an Exalted Greater Daemon of immense power, an overlord of unimaginably far greater power than the "mere" "common" Greater Daemons of Tzeentch, (whom were themselves considerably more powerful than even the mighty daemon princes like TigerLily herself).
Apart from its huge size the daemon was also different from others of its kind by virtue of the fact that it was dressed up in a dapper reporter suit and press hat like some really old school news reporter, holding a staff in one hand that was half old school camera and half old school microphone, with his other arm holding a huge bunch of ever changing newspapers. Apart from this get up he was as bird-like as all other Greater Daemons of Tzeentch, with a nightmarish fanged beak and a bird head atop which rested his old school reporter's hat.
"Breaking news dear viewers, breaking news, Khorne getting atom bombed in his love spuds is STILL deemed absolutely hil-larious by 100 percent of Tzeentchian daemons interviewed so far, isn't that just a pip!", the huge daemon said in an extremely antiquated polished transatlantic accent from the pre-World War Two media speaking styles.
TigerLily, already badly laughing, actually soiled herself with laughter at this hilarious introduction.
"Now now my dear, the ladies powder room is just over there. We must always strive to look prim and proper, this is not some Nurgle swamp you know, what oh what would the papers say if they caught wind of this Princess!", the huge daemon gushed dramatically in his polished transatlantic accent.
TigerLily clicked her fingers and she was pristinely clean all over instantly once more, still gasping with laughter and standing leaning against the crystal outside wall of the Impossible Fortress for balance as she laughed too badly to even breathe.
"Now you look all prim and proper my dear, the very front page image of a Royal princess.", the huge daemon said approvingly in his crisp old school media accent.
An extremely antiquated looking camera built into his staff flashed with a dazzling puff of igniting flash powder, and the daemon tossed TigerLily a newspaper with a photo of her gasping with laughter, headlined "PRINCESS RECOLLECTS KHORNE DUMPLING INCIDENT".
TigerLily clutched the huge newspaper and fell over on the crystal pavement at the base of the fortress walls making asphyxiated wheezing noises of absolute laughter, completely struck dumb by how fucking funny this all was.
"The paper presses are hard at work as we speak, fully one hundred trillion copies will and MUST be sent to our Khorne daemon friends every hour on the hour. Can't let our loyal readers go uninformed now can we.", The daemon gushed cheerfully in his ridiculous transatlantic accent.
TigerLily was fucking dying of laughter here, curled up in the fetal position on the ground unable to fucking breathe!
The huge daemon took even more pictures of TigerLily obviously having a fit of laughter and conjured yet more brand new newspapers to mock the daemons of Khorne with, which didn't help TigerLily's laughter problem.
It took a LONG time for TigerLily to stop laughing enough to even get back up, and the huge daemon charmingly helped her to her feet with the help of a single huge fingertip.
TigerLily turned her attention to the gigantic daemon and she snorted with laughter yet again.
"My my you are in high spirits today Princess TigerLily Sevenson, oh how rude of me not to introduce myself, I am The Reporter, Exalted Greater Daemon of Tzeentch with the most humble responsibility for, well, propaganda is such a negative word these days, I would rather call myself a purveyor of mass public hope by means of the news media. Television, radio, the papers, those delightful click bait articles, why you just name it!, Gotta raise morale and get all the public hopes up to give those Japs and Jerries a damn good comeuppance!", The huge daemon said cheerfully and charmingly.
"Some people call me The Reporter, some people call me Boris Johnson, some people call me Alex Jones, some people call me Alan Jones, some people call me Tucker Carlson. All of them are right to use all of these names and more, for I embody one and all who work in the media to stoke public hopes and hysteria whilst never letting the truth get in the way of a great story.", the daemon chuckled slightly cruelly in his polished transatlantic accent, his huge fanged beak somehow smiling with sinister psychotic cruelty.
TigerLily had heard of this daemon before and she wisely did not say a single word, clever enough herself to see just how dangerous and manipulative this Exalted Greater Daemon obviously was. The Reporter was infamous for immediately eating the soul of anyone who "gave him a quote", using the soul energy to print the quote forever on the great newspaper of eternity, the quote also becoming the soul's instant obituary.
You could laugh, you could cry, you could fart or make any other noise that wasn't speech, but for any being less powerful than The Reporter himself, to say a single sentence directed at The Reporter was instantaneous death. You could speak to others around him, but you could NEVER survive "giving a quote" to The Reporter.
"Now come, your highness, a word for our viewers?, Your silence is positively deafening.", The Reporter pressed suavely with a hint of danger in his huge sinister beaked face.
TigerLily ignored the request to speak, fully aware that a single word to the daemon was certain doom.
The Reporter grinned a huge psychopathic smile with his nightmarishly fanged beak and doffed his reporter hat to TigerLily in delight.
"Wise, very VERY wise dear princess. A wise lady listens much and speaks little, so say all the papers.", The Reporter hissed sinisterly, barely even keeping the transatlantic accent as he towered over TigerLily.
TigerLily snorted with gasping laughter again as she remembered Khorne's nuked testicles, and The Reporter chuckled charmingly and was suddenly all friendly and polished once again.
"Salutations dear readers, this just in, the great blood god is STILL pissy about his roasted chestnuts!, The papers all say that he is SO pissy that he wishes to invade the entire planet of Gåëḻįxčûßṟæ like a great big baby!", The Reporter laughed in delight in his highly polished transatlantic accent.
TigerLily's laughter doubled at this hilarious information and she used her own fate vision to confirm this news was indeed true, gasping and asphyxiating with laughter. This had been her plan all along and it had WORKED!
"As much of a gas as it is to stand around talking all day, the news cycle never sleeps, the program must go on my dear. Come with me to the source of the breaking news, Tzeentch himself has asked that I chaperone you. After all, with the blood god himself demanding your head it would be unchivalrous to send a gentle princess out alone into such danger.", The Reporter said with cheerful charm.
TigerLily did not say a word, nor did she even nod. She merely followed as The Reporter led her out into the Crystal Labyrinth, the pair easily navigating the ever shifting maze down secret paths known to none but Tzeentch's own daemons, touching walls in secret ways to open secret passageways in the already impossible maze, weaving unseen through the warp and opening a huge warp portal right into an empty silent dark cargo hold inside the Nightmare Asylum itself.
The Reporter shrunk his huge body down, getting smaller and smaller until he was the size of a human, his entire bird-like body changing and reforming into the disguised appearance of a Caucasian human man with a clean shaven face and a press hat on his head, holding an antique camera and wearing an extremely antiquated reporter's suit.
TigerLily smirked at this disguise, he would hardly blend into a crowd dressed like a reporter from the 1930's.
The Nightmare Asylum was in a sorry state of repair but it at least had gravity and some limited power systems back online now. It was far from fully battle ready yet.
The Reporter looked around, tutting theatrically.
"No no no!, No this won't do at all!, Just what would the papers say if they caught wind of this frightful pigsty!, I must rectify this mess at once!", The Reporter exclaimed theatrically and he suddenly melted down into the floor, melding with the very substance of the ship and possessing the metal.
The change was swift, the metal and plastic and other materials of the ship flowing like wax into new shapes, forming machinery and infrastructure and ship components, healing battle scars and rebuilding the ship to its former original glory.
Lights flickered on as power flooded the healing electrical systems, and TigerLily saw with her daemonic senses that the nuclear reactors were all repairing themselves and coming back online one by one, (much to the dismay of extremely confused reactor repair crews who were scrambling out of the machinery before it could heal shut around them).
The Reporter materialised back out of the floor in his human reporter disguise the moment the entire ship was fully healed, and TigerLily clapped theatrically in mock applause.
"Thank you thank you ladies and gentlemen, but please hold your applause for the program must go on.", The Reporter said charmingly with a mocking raise of a palm.
The pair continued on their way, walking through the fully repaired ship, ignoring the mortals who dropped down in worship or fled away in fear from the sanity eroding sight of the mighty daemon princess TigerLily in their midst.
The pair had not spoken of their destination but both moved unerringly towards the command bridge deck of the ship, walking in silence apart from the occasional charming banter of The Reporter in his iconic transatlantic accent.
The pair entered the command bridge, and all present bowed to TigerLily in submission and/or fear, with the Matriarch away down on the planet the most powerful Sevenson was TigerLily herself, none dared challenge her position.
"Breaking news breaking news, Daemon Princess of Tzeentch TigerLily Sevenson is now recognised as the Captain of the Gloriana battleship the Nightmare Asylum by ten out of ten viewers, next up the planet's weather, spoiler alert, it's cold.", The Reporter gushed like an old school news presenter.
***…
Fhimra Pyrestrength was laughing hysterically and squirming in the straps of her X frame as dominant Asian fingers caressed her naked body in all the most ticklish places, feeling intensely grateful to be back in tickle bondage where she belonged after far too much chaos recently.
Fhimra clenched her eyes and pealed with laughter as all six of the gorgeous young apprentice dominatrices tickled her upper body all at the same time, Fhimra absolutely wet as fuck being tickled by these delicious specimens with such expert tickling skill. This was SO hot!
With Octavia down visiting the planet, Fhimra was now the only remaining tickle slave available to be the plaything of the Dommes, and she got to enjoy their exclusive attention like some wonderful heaven of ticklish endorphins and intense forced orgasms!
Fhimra was filled with hope for the future as she luxuriated in this kinky lesbian sexual excess, her mouth laughing unceasingly from literally hours of unendurable tickling, complete tickle torture but a torture that felt good to this Tzeentch worshipping homosexual masochist.
Fhimra begged for mercy yet again, so damn ticklish that she couldn't help begging for it to stop, but she fervently hoped that her begging would be ignored to let her keep feeling this unendurable sensation. The hope proved correct, the begging only causing her to be tickled even harder in her X frame, making Fhimra squeal her head off with laughter from this wonderful cruelty.
The Dommes were SO gorgeous in their fetish ware and kimonos, sexy yummy young Asian women with stunning faces and flawless skin, with grinning sadistic expressions on their faces as they relentlessly tickled their squealing plaything!
The most arousing thing about these Dommes was the fact that they WANTED to tickle Fhimra for literal hours like this, they were ENJOYING her ticklish suffering even more than Fhimra herself was enjoying it, just SO HOT to Fhimra's kinks!
Fhimra wanted to be tickled all day long no matter how much she begged or cried, she wanted to be incapable of making it stop, to just be forced to take it by wonderfully sadistic beautiful female bullies as her vagina fountained wet with sexual arousal!
Every stroke of her ribs and armpits, every poke and squeeze to the belly, every loud wet raspberry blown against her skin, all of it was UNENDURABLY ticklish, making her laugh her absolute head off unable to hold back the laughter, but she was pleasured by every single second of this torture.
Fhimra felt a spiritual bond to these mean sadistic bullies, together with Fhimra they were making something beautiful, becoming one creature as they each played their part in this sublime activity. Fhimra felt shockingly comfortable in their presence, luxuriating in the middle of these women who turned her on so much, enjoying their wonderful sadistic attention as she got to laugh and laugh for hour after hour.
Mistress Blade lifted the submissive Fhimra's heavily laughing chin with a dominant hand and leaned forward to put her tongue in Fhimra's laughing mouth, kissing Fhimra passionately even as her other hand ruthlessly dug into Fhimra's hyper ticklish armpit!
Fhimra's heart was mush from this intimate gesture, she gave herself fully to this intoxicating woman, loving Mistress Blade with genuine love by this point, unable to resist the relentless romantic pursuit from this exquisite dominant specimen.
The pleasure just went on and on, the hysterically laughing Fhimra just enjoying the ride with fierce hope for the wonderful future of even more pleasures in the future, thanking Tzeentch with half formed words of thought that were eternally interrupted by her incessant tickling.
The doorbell rang, Fhimra barely even comprehending it in her tickle torture in the X frame, and Mistress Blade kept licking the inside of Fhimra's laughing mouth so erotically that Fhimra's folds were dripping on the floor with sexual arousal.
The hands stopped tickling, the tongue of Mistress Blade left her mouth, what was happening?
Fhimra panted for breath in her X frame, the first break she had had for literally hours, and she continued to giggle and laugh from lingering phantom tickles, her tormented body unable to quite believe that the hellish tickling was actually over.
"Extra extra, this just in, Tzeentch lady pushes aside stereotypes to show the world that even dungeon dames can worship Tzeentch.", A male voice with a transatlantic accent from an ancient past proclaimed with energetic enthusiasm.
Fhimra's face tore around to look at this unknown man who had entered this lesbian dungeon, she was currently NAKED in her X frame and a MAN was in here LOOKING at her!
The man was a snapshot of the ancient past, he looked like some investigative reporter from the very dawn of electronic media, his fashion sense truly ancient, holding an equally ancient flash camera and antique microphone. His face was charming but held a hint of hideous intelligence, the subtle tell tale hints of a Tzeentch creature somehow dazzlingly visible to Fhimra's Tzeentch altered sight…
"Don't speak to him directly!, I think this man is a daemon of Tzeentch called The Reporter!, Speak AROUND him but not TO him if you value your lives!", Fhimra suddenly screamed in warning, knowing all the hushed tales about this hideous monster!
"A daemon?, Where?, Do you mean TigerLily perhaps?", The man convincingly proclaimed his innocence.
"Daemons LIE, do NOT speak to him directly!, I really mean it!", Fhimra screamed to everyone with terrible fear.
"I all-ready warned tem not to 'espeak to him.", TigerLily reassured her servant Fhimra.
Fhimra gasped with relief.
"Who are… Who *is* this man?", Mistress Blade just caught her words and redirected them in time, making Fhimra's heart skip a beat with fear at what had almost happened!
"I'm sure he Vill inn'e'troduce him'esself if you vait.", TigerLily replied warningly.
"Oh where are my manners, let me introduce myself, my name is Tucker Johnson-Jones, the most honest distributor of truthful journalism the galaxy has ever seen!", The man chirped excitedly in his ancient transatlantic accent.
"Do not reply to him directly, you will die if you speak to him!, This daemon is The Reporter, Exulted Greater Daemon of Tzeentch!, Ignore him or die!", Fhimra screamed at everyone before they could speak.
"Now now, you are doing me a disservice Fhimra Pyrestrength. I came here not to destroy you but merely to get a quote for the papers."
"TigerLily I beg you to take him out of here before he kills.", Fhimra deliberately addressed TigerLily rather than The Reporter, knowing that to give him a direct "quote" was certain doom.
The Reporter trilled with laughter and walked right up to Fhimra's X frame, easily pushing the Dommes out of his way with unholy strength!
Fhimra tugged uselessly against her straps and twitched in terror in her X frame, the insanely dangerous disguised Exalted Greater Daemon right in her personal space, holding a microphone to her mouth for comment!
"Our viewers would like to know about your lifestyle Miss Pyrestrength, how do you justify being a vagina eating sexually depraved homosexual whilst still claiming to worship Tzeentch?", The Reporter baited with carefully chosen trigger words designed to provoke a reaction!
Fhimra flared with anger but held silent, her highly intelligent mind scheming feverishly for a way of dealing with this.
The Reporter grinned at her expectantly, obviously not going to leave if she just remained silent…
Fhimra thought frantically, knowing that this was a test, and suddenly she had a perfect solution.
"To all the BIOLOGICAL HUMAN LADIES in this room please listen, I have a SONG for you, a FANCIFUL song directed SOLELY at LADIES and NOT directed at ANY MAN!", Fhimra announced to the room theatrically.
Fhimra began to sing very carefully.
"When alls said and done, Reporter daemons are scum, they go all around quoting, but I just wanna punch them in the scrotim!"
"All the reporter daemons should get their microphones outta my face, they should take a hike because they're just a disgrace, they kill those that speak to them with their magical spin, all of their newspapers should be chucked in the bin!"
"Those that bait reaction are a frightful bore, they really stink and should just leave out the door. And why they even came in here is beyond me and mine, I just hope the slamming front door hits their behind!", Fhimra sang hatefully.
"Oh bravo, bravo, yes how very droll, truly a wonderful song, a true chart topper. But my viewers really do INSIST on a quote from you young lady.", The Reporter said mockingly with an angry edge in his voice now.
"LADIES please unstrap me for the dance segment of my song!", Fhimra sang frantically.
The Dommes fearfully held silent and didn't go anywhere near The Reporter, but Mistress Blade heroically came silently to the rescue, braving the presence of The Reporter to completely unstrap the naked Fhimra.
Fhimra scrambled out of the X frame but she didn't move more than a metre away from The Reporter. Instead she assumed a terrible dance pose and began a kick heavy dancing style all around The Reporter.
"Ladies I like to dance dance, dance-dance-dance-dance, dance dance, dance-dance-dance-dance, dancy dancy, dancy dancy dance!", Fhimra began to sing rhythmically, doing a kick heavy dance in a rapid circle all around The Reporter whilst pretending he didn't exist.
Suddenly Fhimra accidentally-on-purpose kicked The Reporter in the nuts.
"Ladies I like to dance dance, (kicking nuts) and dance dance, (kicks the nuts) and dance dance, (kicks the nuts again) and dancy-dancy-(kicks the nuts) and dancing dancing dance!", Fhimra sang rhythmically, kicking The Reporter in the nuts brutally hard "by accident" as she sang and danced.
The Reporter was enraged by all this physical assault but Fhimra just fearlessly kept kicking him whilst pretending he wasn't even there. This was the secret of The Reporter, he had to be acknowledged. Silence and disinterest kills the media, a news show no one is watching is a news show with no power.
Fhimra started kicking him in the direction of the door as she sung and danced, and the rules of his own nature gave these kicks the power to move him despite his enormous strength.
Kick by kick the indignant daemon was kicked all the way out of the palace and then had the door slammed shut in his face, to the gasping laughter of TigerLily.
"Breaking news viewers, Fhimra Pyrestrength passes the test of Tzeentch with flying colours. For exceptional cunning and cleverness she is promoted to the rank of Chosen and gets to take home these fabulous psychic powers!", The voice of The Reporter said cheerfully from the other side of the door!
"Aw crap!", Fhimra cursed in agony and then doubled over on the floor in pain as mutations took shape in her brain with agonising pain!
***…
Fhimra was throwing up in a hospital bucket yet again from the pain in her head a few hours later, the migraine from hell splitting her head with the worst agony she had ever felt!
Mistress Lash had come home now and she and her six apprentices had all accompanied Fhimra to the hospital and were all trying their best to comfort Fhimra as she sobbed and puked in pain.
Fhimra was in a hospital bed and had a drug dispensing tube stabbed into the back of her hand, but no amount of pain killers had any effect on stopping this entirely psychic pain.
Fhimra could barely even comprehend the hospital room around her in her state of intense pain, she couldn't even derive masochistic pleasure from this sort of nonphysical pain!
Fhimra enjoyed PHYSICAL pain not this psyker shit!
Fhimra tried to vomit again but her stomach was empty.
"Fhimra!, Fhimra what happened to you?!", The intoxicating voice of Octavia exclaimed frantically from the doorway of the hospital room.
Fhimra was flattened under huge breasts as a flying hug landed on her, her fiancée Octavia fussing over Fhimra frantically with hugs and kisses and worry.
Fhimra smiled despite her pain and she lovingly kissed her beloved Octavia in passionate greeting, hugging her tightly and feeling slightly better just to have her here.
"Well that was the most terrifying shuttle ride of my entire life, fucking Khorne troglodytes!", The voice of Wendy could be heard entering the room.
Another migraine split Fhimra's head and she couldn't focus on anything else for long minutes of weeping agony, hearing a terrible roaring sound in her mind like a never ending hurricane!
The pain subsided so gradually that Fhimra didn't even notice until the pain was almost halved, hugging Octavia tightly for comfort in the hospital bed as she sobbed in pain, utterly exhausted from so much prolonged pain.
Wendy was currently saying something or other about "World War A Billion" going on down on the planet, making many references to legions of Khorne daemons. Fhimra was in too much pain to even care.
Octavia had very sweetly gotten into bed under the covers with Fhimra and was cuddling her lovingly and kissing Fhimra over and over again. It was really sweet.
"I hope Fhimra will be okay.", Octavia's voice said in a strangely different accent from usual.
"I hope so too Octavia.", Fhimra groaned in pain.
"You hope what?", Octavia asked in confusion.
"I hope I will be okay too.", Fhimra elaborated.
Octavia nodded and cuddled Fhimra more tightly.
"Ÿḏŋ žßŵł oħğñčż, şęœ…", Octavia said something in an unknown language in the strange accent again.
"What did you just say Octavia?, I don't understand that language.", Fhimra groaned in agony.
"I didn't say anything.", Octavia replied in confusion.
"I must be losing my mind.", Fhimra groaned in confused exhaustion.
"Poor Fhimra, maybe I should tickle her?", Octavia's voice said in the strange accent.
"I'm not well enough to be tickled right now, tickle me later.", Fhimra sighed.
"How did you know that I wanted to tickle you?", Octavia asked in amazement.
"I heard you say 'Poor Fhimra, maybe I should tickle her', you literally just said it.", Fhimra reminded her.
"I didn't know that I said that out loud, I thought I only thought that?", Octavia replied in puzzled confusion.
Fhimra paused at this information, going very quiet.
"I think I could read your mind Octavia…", Fhimra said quietly.
"Really!", Octavia squealed with childlike excitement.
"Think of a number.", Fhimra suggested.
"A number?, Q?", Octavia fumbled.
"Q isn't a number.", Fhimra giggled.
"I didn't say it out loud.", Octavia informed Fhimra.
"I can read minds?", Fhimra said in wonder.
Octavia squealed excitedly.
"Read it again!", Octavia excitedly encouraged.
"Think something.", Fhimra grinned through her pain.
"$ëßłœ čæðßŵ…"
"What language are you thinking in?", Fhimra asked in confusion.
"My village dialect of Haroldy.", Octavia replied stupidly.
Fhimra chuckled but then groaned in agony as another migraine split her head with terrible agony!
The pain subsided and Fhimra found Wendy invading her personal space to look at Fhimra with hungry greed.
"So you are now a psyker my tickle slave, I wonder what new types of play we can explore with such gifts.", Wendy said with greedy lust.
"Your concern for my wellbeing is touching as always Owner Wendy.", Fhimra said acidly and submissively kissed Wendy on the lips in erotic greeting.
"If you can read my mind then wink your right eyelid.", Wendy's voice said as Fhimra was still kissing her closed lips.
Fhimra winked her right eyelid.
Wendy purred provocatively and broke the kiss to lick Fhimra's entire face obscenely, making Fhimra dampen slightly despite her splitting headache.
"I'm going to have such FUN inflicting pleasures on your newly psychic mind, Slaanesh will be fed well on your lust as I make you my horny little submissive tickle slut!", Wendy said with rambunctious glee, making Fhimra grin nervously and dampen even more with sexual anticipation.
"I look forward to that Ma'am, I just need the migraines to stop first.", Fhimra said nervously.
Wendy shook her head sadistically and pulled down the bedding to expose the still naked Fhimra, putting two fingers inside Fhimra's wet pussy all the way to the knuckles!
Wendy was a BEAUTIFUL woman and her dominance over Fhimra was completely intoxicatingly hot, but Fhimra also had the mother of all headaches and wasn't in any state to play right now. Fhimra softly protested and asked that Wendy stop.
"Did my SLAVE without a safe word just forget how this works?", Wendy purred cruelly, still fingering the dismayed Fhimra.
"I know you have the right to finger me no matter what Owner Wendy, I know I don't have a safe word and can't stop you. But please stop anyway, just as a favour to me because you love me.", Fhimra begged respectfully and reasonably.
"Are we in love?", Wendy asked mockingly, swishing her fingers around in circles inside Fhimra's vagina.
"We are in lust?", Fhimra adorably suggested fearfully.
Wendy chuckled and kissed Fhimra, but she still didn't pull out her fingers.
Fhimra hung her head in defeat and just suffered through it as she was fingered through her splitting migraine, the pleasure only making it worse until Fhimra was dry heaving from the pain.
The Slaanesh Champion was relentless, and forced the sobbing Fhimra to squirt all over the sheets in an agonising migraine orgasm that turned the migraine fully twice as bad afterwards!
Fhimra gasped in great gasping sobs as she clutched her head in screaming agony, unable to believe Wendy's cruelty sometimes!
"That was mean even for Fhimra play time!", various Dommes were crossly rebuking Wendy.
"The masochistic little slut likes it. The moment her migraine stops you know damn well that she's going to finger herself raw over the memory of this. That's why Fhimra is so fun to torment.", Wendy dismissively defended her actions.
"I will, but it's still mean.", Fhimra whimpered.
"See, she admits that she likes it.", Wendy laughed sadistically.
"You are lucky that you are so damn hot that I fountain like crazy when you bully me Ma'am, otherwise I would fry your brain the moment I master these new powers!", Fhimra threatened adorably, still clutching her head and sobbing in pain.
"I am damned hot aren't I, I'm sexy as fuck and you can only grovel and fountain a snail trail over the floor in my sexy dominant presence. Psyker or not you are still my ticklish little bitch who I will fuck the shit out of.", Wendy said with such delicious erotic dominance that Fhimra moaned in pleasure and dampened even more, just stupidly turned on by this gorgeous sadistic bully.
"You are right Owner Wendy, you are so stupidly sexy that I want to cry. But I have a migraine right now and I feel terrible. Can you PLEASE just stop turning me on and be my friend right now?, I'm in pain and I'm scared and I just want cuddles and aftercare right now. Please be my friend and take care of me Ma'am?", Fhimra pleaded sincerely.
"Oh I'll 'take care of you'.", Owner Wendy chuckled and put her fingers in Fhimra's pussy again like a merciless sadistic bitch!
Fhimra masochistically dampened from this shameless cruelty, turned on savagely by this sort of cruelty, and she sobbed her way to yet another orgasm through her splitting migraine.
***…
Fhimra clutched desperately at the "anti-chastity" belt that was padlocked around her hips, sobbing in pain and pleasure at this wonderful cruelty. The anti-chastity belt had an inbuilt vibrating dildo on the INSIDE of it, the vibrations locked on MAXIMUM POWER!
Fhimra was still in hospital, still suffering the migraines from hell, and Wendy had locked a fucking VIBRATOR inside Fhimra's pussy and taken away the key!
It was just so MEAN!
Fhimra had yet another agonising orgasm through her hellish migraine, every new orgasm more painful than the one before. She was a sobbing shaking wreck but she was absolutely wet as fuck from this horrible wonderful sadomasochistic cruelty!
Everyone had gone home for the night, Octavia had wanted to stay with Fhimra but Wendy had refused and ordered the enslaved Octavia to go home with Wendy for Wendy's own pleasure. Fhimra was left all alone, with an anti-chastity belt buzzing her poor pussy all night long without any relief!
Fhimra remembered the sick look of sadistic delight on Wendy's intoxicatingly beautiful cruel face as she left Fhimra in this predicament, and Fhimra orgasmed yet again at the memory of the horrible arrogant bully. It was just SO hot to poor masochistic Fhimra!
Fhimra hated Wendy's guts on some deep level, but the evil Dominatrix was just so impossibly arousing that Fhimra just kept crawling back for more, her folds oozing at every new cruel and unusual indignity. The woman was totally toxic but the poison was so sweet that Fhimra just kept coming back to drink more of this wonderful poisonous toxin.
Fhimra was a sexually degraded literal slave, she had been sexually interfered with by Wendy in every way imaginable, the woman had RUINED Fhimra!
But Fhimra just kept wanting more of this poison that was killing her!
Fhimra was a good girl, a shy polite nerd girl who happened to be gay and into tickling and a bit of naughty bondage fun. She wasn't a whore, but Wendy was transforming her into one.
Fhimra clutched her agony wracked head, feeling the growing psychic powers taking shape in her mutating brain. In the past Fhimra had been powerless before Wendy, but now she had new possibilities…
Fhimra didn't want to hurt Wendy, she didn't want to hurt anyone at all, but she didn't want to be relentlessly raped by Wendy against strong sobbing protests. Fhimra didn't want to stop being Wendy's tickle slave for as long as Mistress Lash stayed in the picture as Wendy's partner, but she didn't want to be raped and abused against her will.
Fhimra didn't want a safe word, one of her biggest turn ons was lesbian total power exchange without any safe word to make it stop, but she also wanted to be safe and to be able to stand up for herself if it was absolutely necessary to do so.
Hope stirred in Fhimra even as she sobbed through yet another agonisingly painful orgasm, the hope growing and growing as she began to worship Tzeentch with all her heart, loving him utterly and completely faithful to him. She believed in the cause of Tzeentch, she wasn't trying to use her god to gain personal power, she just loved hope and wanted to fill the universe with the hope and optimism that it so sorely lacked.
Fhimra was a small and insignificant person, she was a slave. Fhimra would never become anything great like a daemon princess, and she was completely fine with her lowly status. Why Tzeentch would give her psychic powers and elevate her to the rank of Chosen was a bewildering mystery to Fhimra, but she would use this power to make things in her world better and to help other people if she could.
She was a good person at heart, she only wanted to help others with her new powers and to maybe spare herself from open rape on rare necessary occasions. Maybe she could heal the sick with her powers or find some other worthwhile use for them to increase hope in the galaxy?, Fhimra wasn't sure what she would do but she certainly didn't see herself making any power grabs for status or high positions.
Fhimra focused on her growing psychic potential through the splitting pain of her migraines and the agonising pleasure of her endless forced orgasm torture, extremely wary of suffering the infamous "perils of the warp" that everyone kept talking about.
"Blood for the blood god!"
Fhimra squeaked with fright and stopped focusing on her powers, the local warp was a terrifying place full of Khorne daemons!
She had only viewed the local warp for the briefest instant but in that instant she had seen endless blood red daemons floating in the magenta clouds of the warp, endless armies of the berserk wrathful things!
Fhimra had no idea why the daemons of Khorne were out in such force right now but it was terrifying to behold as a completely untrained brand new psyker.
The orgasming Fhimra hugged a hospital pillow in terror as the anti-chastity belt forced her to have yet another painfully intense orgasm, sobbing in pain from her never ending migraines. She wondered how the hell she would even get any sleep tonight even without the chronic migraines?
Fhimra tugged uselessly at the padlock of her anti-chastity belt yet again, unable to remove it. Wendy really was an EVIL bitch to do something this cruel!
The thought of this simply made Fhimra get wet, and she sighed in defeat as she had yet another orgasm thinking about the deliciously sadistic Wendy…
***…