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Ciaphas Cain's Evil Twin	By : another_ficer Category: +S through Z > Warhammer 40,000 Views: 12462 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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    Cain was sitting, having his cock sucked by a new recruit, young blond goddess with lips and tits to die for. He was sitting on the couch, recollecting how he'd got out of so much shit. He remembered when the Eldar raiders were ready to attack him and his convoy, and how he had enough visual signs - i.e. raids - and a splitting headache that somehow told him that this'd be the shit he doesn't want to go through. So he did a risky thing so early in his career - he met alone with the leader of the raiders, who surprisingly accepted his proposal that they'd take all but him - after all, what was one man compared to the thousands they'd have for the arenas to slowly bled? When he saw their numbers, fire-power and skill, he was happy he'd listen to that gut/head-feeling, though these were rare. He had worried for a while that it might have been some Chaos taint on him - not that he was worried about his soul much, but his life... THAT was worth preserving. And even if he knew he could now get his cock polished on these northern-climate bitches, it wouldn't be worth his life. That was one of the few things that kept him out of Chaos' clutches - he'd prefer to live in ignonimity than in the pleasures of Slaneesh, be protected by others than by himself weilding Khorne's axes... he'd given a few thought on Tzeetch and was fairly certain he could outmanuver him, but the chance never really came up. All the Tzeetch fanatics were as mad and as ax (or mutation) weilding as the rest. Not a good way to live, he thought. No, the Imperium would last, and if the information he'd got through unscrupulous sources - like Inquisitors, sealed files and Amberley - about the Emperor's Second Rising turning Holy Terra into just another feast for the Ruinous Powers, there was always Ultramar. And, failing that, he could always lead for Chaos - he knew they didn't accept failures, but he had Chaos' rotten luck over the years, and if that luck was boosted, along with some psychic powers to his charisma, he could go as far as, probably not Warmaster, unless Abaddon screwed up once too much and-

   His train of thoughts were interrupted by a poping sounds and a feeling of being relieves, and he looked into the young trooper's face full of cum, looking at him, smiling, but her eyes pleading. He smiled warmly at her.

   "Do you want a drink?"

   She couldn't really answer, as she was trying to eat as much as the cum on her face and swallow what was down her throat without taking her face away from the Commissar. She was instructed to do so, and knew that this man held her life in his hands. She also knew that, even if she wasn't shot here, one word to the men or Sulla's girls from the Commissar and she's be gangbangs at least one night ruthlessly.

   He took a cup of amesiac and poured it on her open mouth, splattering her beautiful hair, entering her eyes, nostrils. While she instinctively closed her eyes, she didn't cough, she didn't move. She was a trooper, damn it, the Emperor's Finest, and wasn't about to let this humiliation show to the man who held her life in his hands.

   He continued to stay on a couch, waiting for a new hardon, and his stay held her naked, on her knees, waiting to aliviate that one too.

   He felt another tingle in his hand and for a few long second, he felt his arm had a metal movement and reduced feeling. Nonsense! He'd taken well care of his body, knowing the old addage to not fear the man with a lot of scars, because he was hit and thus left his guard down often. Be afraid with the one with none, because he was good enough to never be hurt.

   When the feeling almost subsided, he heard a voice, as of from near him, as if from his head even, silently voicing one word "Fullmetal" *gurgle* *gurgle*. Fullmetal? What the hell was that? That he'd been encased in metal? That was stupid. Probably the warp trying to mock him again. Despite his daydreams, he'd taken care with the warp and its psychers - after all, they would know all about what he was doing, and they could tell the authorities - loyal to them or not - just to screw him over. Why, he didn't need to know and didn't care, they were chaotic. He'd executed his share of psychers in his life. The word reverberated in him again, along with the gurglish laugh, and he ignore it, as the new girl as starting to lick his stiff cock again.

   This reminded him of Amberley, of how he met her, of how he'd reacted to her being an Inquisitor. Though on the outside, he kept his smile and hid his shock more than he'd imagined himself to, on the inside, he was not scared, only anxious. He even held his heartbeats in a calm rhytm and thanked whatever entities of the warp either protected him from the Inquisitor witch's powers - for he knew most Inquisitor filth were either warlocks or witches, he dared think even bigger hypocryths than himself - or, more likely, his own dumb luck that the bitch didn't bother to read him yet, for he would surely be dead right now. Even if she were thinking to use him as a tool if she found out of his incompetence, cowardness and disrespect towards women, this ongoing thought would get him killed. For he knew about a certain device he had bargained for with the Eldar that was to said to have - or to have, in the future? Who knew, the ways of the eldar were fickle and strange - subdued an Inquisitor in an attempt to get the dreaded - or dreadful, both may qualify - Night Lords off their asses, and failed miserably. Well, the plan failed, not the control over the Inquisitor, who had - will have? - almost defeated the one(s) claiming rulership over the disparred Traitor Legion. He was waiting for such a time to subdue his own Inquisitor with such a device, but he always thought he'd run into a grumpy deserving old man who could be ringed for one hundred years at best. But this hot piece of ass would last longer, depending on how he'd choose to use her, and what she lacked in authority figure, she more than made up in meat to toss to the sharks to fuck well to fulfil his purposes.

   When they dined, he put the device in her food, not thinking for one second that it'd fail. Whatever poison detectors the Inquisitors had, he was sure they had enough xenos bling around them to not find another one. He knew that at least, between himself and most Inquisitors, his second point of acceptance with them was that the xenos races were the least dangerous compared to the Archenemy's followers. He had dealt with the human-like Eldar and Tau in mirriad circumstances, only rarely acting to subdue a much smaller power of theirs than he had available at those times, and always sure that they'd be made to believe that he had nothing to do with it - after all, he was outside the chain of command. He dealt with them a lot better than he'd dealt with the Eldar raiders and observed fastly that they were nothing like their kin. Indeed, there were rare those ocasions that he'd had to betray his fellow human beings, at least certainly not now when he was the de-facto leader of the haughty - and, he had to admit, competent and thus useful - Valhallans.

   The device in Amberley's food was to react to the one Cain had cirgicly inserted into his arm's skin - Fullmetal came to mind, and as fast, went on its business - and she's be controlled through a series of thought or voice commands. The beauty was that one was stronger than the other only if he wanted it to at the moment - he could give a harsh verbal command to kill herself and a soft psychic command to shoot an assailant, and she'd do the latter. Conversly, he could be made to give her psychic commands - and even those could be contradictory and still he could give priority to each - and a soft word could override them.

   She realised something was wrong when she couldn't move. She tried to use her psychic powers, but he thoughts couldn't control the warp anymore, though she somehow knew that if she was "let" to, she would. She moved her head from her plate to his face, and was surprised that she was "allowed" this. She would be allowed any action that wasn't specifically denied, that wouldn't put her master in a bad light, in the short, medium or long turn, and there were other subtleties, like if she wanted to embarras him in the short term to save his face or life in the long term, she would, but if the problem was in reverse, she wouldn't. It went even deeper than this though, she was practically attuned to his personality and wants and dislikes, and would always have to act according to "What would Cain want?". The worst of it is that she knew this, knew her vocation, now was even allowed - even made - to read Cain's mind and knew this cowardly sniveling that was so close to falling to the Ruinous Powers and couldn't do anything but to obey nonetheless. To betrayed the Emperor. He chuckled at this.

   "Oh, don't worry, my dear, I won't make you betray the Imperium or the Emperor. I won't even sell you to the xenos for your talents, or make you join Chaos. They're the enemy, and the Imperium needs us, and we needs it... at least as long as we can game it. No, you'll continue to do your duty, do it to the better acceptance of your peers even, I don't mind your genocide of humans, mutants or xenos alike. Just as long as you do that to those that would harm us - you and me and my assets - and leave well enough alone those who would deal with us." His smile brodened.

   "But enough about that. You got me here to seduce me, didn't you? To make me your boy toy, to use me as an expendable pawn throughout the Galaxy. Well, we're going to give you the shagging you want, but not with the person you'd like."

   She hadn't planned that, of course. She well and truly respected him, even liked him on some level, trusted him. Sure, anyone could have put that in her food, and any precautions she would have taken would probably have made no difference, but still, she'd trusted him to not even bother. She knew on some level that he knew this too, directly from her mind, with the help of that xenos device, but not on a concious level, not anymore. She knew then that she'd be at his mercy, that he could sell her to a brothel - or have her as compromised to her peers and make her help them have their way with her. Destroy her body, destroy her mind. She wasn't in control anymore.

   Suddenly, something came close to her, something ill-smelling and wrong-feeling. For a moment she didn't know what it was and thought it was some predator of the Warp that Cain must have summoned, but when she turned around, she only saw a man. No, she saw him with her human eyes, but with her spirit she could only feel a big hole there. A Blank.

   "You're not going to let that fuck me, right? Do you even know what he is?"

   Jurgen looked quizzical, but Cain just smiled. "I know that if I let anyone else do it to you, you'd just block it out. I could probably just block the block... but this will be more fun. This will hurt, won't it? It'll be like someone tears a part of your soul while they're doing it. That's what traitorous witches like you deserve."

   Jurgen just assumed Cain was talking about his miasma and the witch thing - maybe some foreplay, they'd all be dead if she were a witch anyway, and even if she was, it meant he had control over her and he wouldn't feel to dirty about it. He was just happy to serve Cain of all people, everyone else shunning him. He'd never had pussy in his life before Cain, and now he only had one, but what a pussy - Kasteen, the Colonel, was the only one who (was forced to) gave him the time a day. Actually, to give him a part of her day, any way he wanted to. And now another one, an Inquisitor, a witch - what did it matter to him? She was beautiful, and pussy was pussy.

   Amberley started giving soul-wrenching screams as she was unceremoniously taken from the rear with her robes still up her torso by Jurgen. Witchfire started forming around her, only to be drowned by their proximity to Jurgen. Jurgen made no comment and pretended to take no notice of the spectacle: if he was told to rape this woman and make her yell, and that his body, for whatever reason, was making it so, it just meant he proved useful to the Comissar. He knew he didn't want to see the day when he'd stopped proving useful, for the Commissar could as well reassign him - and anywhere else would probably be worse than here, even barring the pussy - or outright have him tortured or killed for disappointing his boss. He continued to pump the wench, mildly surprised that the witchfire indeed dissolved in his proximity, as if afraid of him.

   Cain, on the other hand, was between ecstatic and bursting in a laughing mad face, though he didn't know what exactly stopped him from revealing more than a sly grin. Maybe it was the years of paranoia that he pumped into himself, always on guard, even while sleeping. One more thing amused him even further - the fact that this was a test as much for himself as for Jurgen and they were both passing with flying colors. His control on Amberley didn't waver, and he even felt how easy he could make her shut up, and how he wouldn't be bothered by her fight against such a command, and that his other commands - like not resisting more than hurting herself mildly - were followed without strain on his hand or his head. He wasn't worried about others hearing the scream - his aids were used to this, especially Broklaw and Kasteen. He made a special note to introduce the two, so that Kasteen would know that he had an Inquisitor in his pocket and that there were stronger women subjected to the same actions as her and her girls.

   Despite all reason, all pain, and all expectations, Cain felt a stirring in his hand go to his head, telling him that Amberley was about to cum, concidentally around the same time as Jurgen. He just started transfixed as the tortured woman - he slightly probed with the device in his mind and saw that not even demons could think of a worse torture for her than being fucked by a blank - reached climax and Jurgen ejaculated inside her.

   He took a few steps back, zipping his pants, all the while looking at Cain for any order to continue. Amberley was still shaking, but had enough strenght to look Cain in the eye with a pleading face and a shaking head in the sign of "no", as in "no more".

   He smiled again and she closed her eyes, and let her head fall, waiting for the new onslaught. At the same time, Jurgen looked at his boss and held his hand to unbotton his pants again at any sign from him. Cain instead shooed him off, and Jurgen actually felt some sort of relief, as he didn't want those damn witchfires around him, even if the Emperor protected him somehow from it.

   Cain put a hand under her head and raised it up, commanding her to open her eyes. She looked at him, and finally noticed Jurgen was nowhere in sight - or in any close range for disturbtion. He looked at her with one of his few cruel smiles.

   "I'm vaguely sorry I had to do this, but I had to find out some things. You should be glad you didn't get a bullet in the head the moment you got the other object in." His smile kept twisting and conterting, as well as his face. Amberley wondered how she could think this monster for ever a moment as a human being, let along an Emperor fearing fighting man of the Imperium.

   "I'll give you a choice - at least for the moment. Will it be Jurgen or me?"

   That wasn't a choice. She gurgled "You."

   He let himself laugh loudly, unzipped and put his dick in her open mouth without even telling her what to do and not to bite. He could stop her if she tried, but the punishment was obvious even if she ever though she'd succeed. The pain Cain would suffer would be minimal compared to the pain she would get from Jurgen.

   He grabbed her head by the hair and moved it up to his dick's base. He adjusted a few of her movements in her jaw so that she'd take it all in, without raking it. He kept her like that for some time, most of the time with her nose against his waist, only letting her breath through the nose a few times before keeping her there again. He knew she wouldn't suffocate. For one thing, she was an Inquisitor, taught to deal with the most extreme of conditions. For another, he'd fell in the device, however close or far she'd be, if she was close to expiring, and she'd fell if he were. For better or for worse, they'd each have to save each other for their own benefit and prosperity. Cain suspected - but sure or not, implanted in Amberley's head - that idea that she would die if something happened to him. He still didn't know much about the xenos device, but was certain creatures like the Eldar wouldn't let a human run around knowing about them if they didn't encode some failsafe into the device if something happened to them.

   Between filling her mouth with dick and filling her mouth with cum, Cain was already thinking ahead, how he would use this one Inquisitor. He knew the Inquisitors rarely saw eye to eye on most things, and that each had a small group of almost-like-minded people at most. But he also knew that this meant, ironically, that one Inquisitor's ideas and ideals would be supported by all but the ones that disliked openly that idea. He also knew that if 5 or 10 Inquisitors were like-minded on a subject, and if this overweighed any other personal beliefs, then their faction would probably be in the to 10-50 factions as strenght, maybe even higher. And indeed, if their ideas weren't extreme enough to bring down the rest of the Inquisition on them, they'd practically rule the Inquisition's stance on that idea. Or person. And Cain had only one idea and only one person to look out for: himself. So he'd send Amberley to give him a good rep with the Inquisition, those a bit gullible (he knew it would be a stretch) and those that believed her, not those that'd come investigate anyone with a good rep, give them a hint that Cain's off-limits to other Inquisitors and that he's hers (he thought that was funny, she'd probably have done that too if she weren't controlled by him) and use her new found gang of Cain admirers to smite any other faction that'd have something against him. He also found out something interesting, about small cults here and there that were worshipping Cain as the Emperor's Second Coming. He knew how dangerous that was to him, especially if some Emperor-botherer found them and reported them, and especially since they showed signs of being manipulated by Chaos. But he had her change their way, proclaim herself Cain's direct link from the heavens - well, technically and without her wishes, she kinda was - and to smite anyone who said differently. She'd report that the threat had been neutralised, and indeed, it would have, for he knew she hated Chaos, and even if he'd ever side with It, he could always throw his worshippers into the raving claws of those that'd satisfy him, not some random ungreatful creature of the Warp.

   He popped his cum in her mouth, forcing her head upwards with the implant so she'd swallow every last drop, then, keeping her in that position, took her from all the holes, including using a condom to continue raping her pussy and cuming in her ass. After a few hours, he let her go, not allowing her to wash herself except in the parts that were not covered by his cum, and not until they'd start infecting or stinking too much.

   In those hours, he continued to probe her mind and discover more and intriguing facts and facets of the Inquisition. His sources had told him some things, but this was high-class insider information. He wouldn't sell it - it was too hot to handle - but he would definitely make use of it. Among the more benign things, he found out that Amberley intended - had the seed of intending, was going to think of intending - to write a book about him. He chuckled inwardly as he imagined this little book girl that'd sometimes go out on the field - a great combination as far as he was concerned - with a dildo in her pussy, getting off on telling the Imperium about the great Ciphas Cain, using her influence to publish it anonymously and making him look like an avatar of the God Emperor himself. He also searched for something else that interested him the most: immortality. He had waited in searching it through other sources until now, because he knew wherever he'd find it, some branches of the Imperium would find it heresy and would treat accordingly, whatever his official powers. He was vaguely disappointed when he found out nothing except the all-known rejuvenant for his social status, but he gave her a command to order some for those chosen by him, some of the girls, Broklaw, Jurgen and Kasteen, even if he was almost bored with her. He had to make things more spicey. This would cement his status as an all-around nice guy to the Guard and would keep his most valued pussy fresh for both himself and his clients and those in the upper echelones.

   Just around his thoughts about immortality, he heard a faint sound accompanied by the gurgled he had come accustomed with. "You already have it." He raised his eyebrow and unvoluntarily asked in his head "How?". The gurgles were stronger now, laughing, and even Amberley, in her orifice-opened stance, thought she felt or heard something. "The Author" *gurgle* *gurgle* "Ha ha ha" *gurgle*. The sound shrank as fast as it had gained volume, and Cain wondered about this while pumping Amberley's ass for the nteenth time. "The Author? The hell is that?" Dismissing the thought, but somehow feeling energised, he continued pumping Amberley until he came into her.

   After he was finished with her, he had her plug her pussy with a plastic obstrusion - a dildo some would call it - and keep it in there unless hygene or health demanded otherwise. He also put in her mind a thought to always have one when she'd been writing, anything at all, and to be sometimes distracted by it. He knew this would be a minor distraction for the Inquisitor compared to all the trials she'd been through, but that last order would work as well as on any other human. He smiled at her as he walked her off, in front of the entire guard, and she smiled at him, cursing him in her head, with the vibrator pounding in her pussy.
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