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Ciaphas Cain's Evil Twin	By : another_ficer Category: +S through Z > Warhammer 40,000 Views: 12464 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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    Another trip to an Emperor-forsaken rock - though a pretty one by all appearences - and another fat slob of a Governer. He hoped that if not him, at least the noblety he had accustumed his "scouts" (especially Sulla's girls) bribed would show him a good time. He was to be pleasently surprised, as it turned out.

   Governer Eustace was as fat a slob as he looked. From his first conversation with the Commissar, he made no attempt to hide, even between colorful words, his love of young girls and his various perversions. Maybe he was about to throw it as a joke, maybe Cain's interested face is what he was expecting and he may have had a plan if he didn't see it, but as it was, he continued with rapts of deprivaty that he could only imagine, and some of which he couldn't. Broklaw, Kasteen and Jurgen were with him, the first mildly disconcerned, the second more obviously - which amused Cain further - and the last unblinking, but with an underlining of unease. Not the Blank-to-Chaos unease, the unease of a man who's just been told that it's ok to fuck a woman in the ass (which, come to think about it, Jurgen had displayed in his first time with both Kasteen's and Amberley's).

   In no time, the Governor led them to his dungeon, along with his cohort who by this time had either gotten used to it or were actively selected to have enjoyed it. Remembering the Governor and his family had ruled for a long time the region, Cain suspected what happened with those who rose high enough to know the Governor's secret, and did not share it. He could imagine exile from the court (not such a bad thing, it just meant they wouldn't stick around for the rest of their lives around their leader, which really, some might have prefered it this way) or executions for those who'd blabbed. At least, he hoped he'd take the first measure first.

   The dungeons walls were full of naked women in different positions, most seemed in agony and a few in a dream-like fever, though Cain suspected either natural complacency or under the influence of medicine if they had some disease to be cured. He had no illusions that those that didn't need medicated, would never be let to slumber peacefully. He smiled: he liked it here. Broklaw wasn't as taken aback as Cain suspected, and anyway, the Governor now knew he had all of them: if Broklaw or the others would squeal, it would be Cain's problems, in which case the Commissar would have to take a hands-on(-the-gun) approach.

   The Governor pointed to a red-haired woman tied by her hands and feet to posts on the wall that didn't allow her to reach the floor. She had her back arched to avoid the spikes - relatively blunted, but long - if she "rested" on them, it'd scratch and wound her back, but if she was punched in the chest - which seemed to have happened oftenly, judging from the wound marks on her stomach - they would only penetrate her skin, but not punch her spine, only hurt it. He introduced them in a slow timbre.

   "Commissar Cain, may I introduce Countess... well, her name doesn't really matter, does it?"

   The woman rose her yellow, feline eyes towards Cain, recognising the name of the Hero of the Imperium, begging him to help. Short of that, begging him to kill her. But he'd do neither, he was a dead man if he started shooting left and right in someone else's teritorry, and he was well aware of that. And besides, he enjoyed her that way.

   "I'm sorry, my dear, but he'll not be doing any of that", the Governor said, as if reading her mind. "He's a guest here and I think he takes to you. Would you like to do her right here, as she is? I can tell you banging her back against the wall gives some excruciating pains."

   Kasteen was looking close to horrofied, recognising something of herself in that woman. If they could do this to a Countess...

   But Broklaw now seemed a lot less stiff and a lot more interested. Only Jurgen wasn't overridden by lust - not that he didn't enjoy it, but he knew his duty came first. Duty, usefulness, he kept repeating to himself. And he suspected the Commissar would not allow him to fuck any of them - not in here, anyway. Maybe some scrap the Governor would give them in his office, but probably not this redhead. Not that it matter, he had another one next to him. He smiled sheepishly.

   Cain wasted little time, unzipped his pants, and entered the pleading woman. She didn't have the right to beg with her lips, for that would have brought upon her harsh punishment and she knew it. But she hoped this man - this great man, great saviour of the people - would have mercy on her. It was rather obvious he wouldn't. He pounded on her instantly, and pushed her back to the spikes just to make a point. Even as she resisted, he punched her lungs while raping her and she gave up struggling, fighting for air instead. She discovered that was a mistake as, even if she got little air, she got a lot of pain, being pushed against the spikes, as they ripped her skin and almost touched directly her spine. Although that didn't happen, the indirect contact started distorting her spine, and she gave a howler, as he gave one, but of pleasure. He continued fucking her and pushing her in the spikes, no longer punching her in the lungs for fear she'd pass out or stop yelling and induce him harder to climax. He went about this for a few minutes until he came in her. The guests and the host looked fascinated throughout the whole deal, staring more at the upper part of the woman than the lower part of the man (whose ass was covered, anyway).

   Kasteen got out of it a little wiser, looking around her and at the woman, realising how much worse Cain could have made their lives if he wanted to. He could shoot just about as many as he wanted until one appointed Colonel would turn her girls in the kind of broken shells that were all around them. She started commending the Commissar's restraint and appreciated him for taking such vile pleasures to other girls but her own.

   When he finished, Cain asked the question that was on his mind since he was the beauty, but never had time to ask.

   "And how does one access her ass in this posture?" He asked nonchalantly.

   The Governer gave a wry smile, and while looking through his clothes for a remote, answered. "I thought you'd never ask."

   The woman was looking hysterical now, crying and shaking her head in a "no" direction, almost banging her head each time to the walls. This only served to get Cain hard again.

   The Governer pushed a button and what looked like an amazing contorsionist act gone so wrong and yet so right was displayed to the visitors. The woman was now yelling her lungs out as the menacles around her hands and feet took her closer to the spikes than she'd ever been, and the hands menacles were slowly but surely travelling to the ones at her feet. Her back was scraped harshly, then her scalp, and blood started running unchecked from her back on the floor. She kept screaming until they reached close to her feet, and her spine made cracking noises, sure to all that it broke in several places. Her screams stopped in her throat, but her mouth and eyes remained opened to their farthest. They were mildly surprised that she was still aware, but they suspected they put enough drugs in her to keep a person alive after being run over by a Baneblade.

   The show wasn't over and now the hands shackles were leaving the wall, secured to it by two alongated metal poles. This left her spine some leeway and to everyone's amazement, she started to wiggle. Then the alongated shackles continued to lower, until she was bent backwards and her ass in plain view. Though still too high up to be fucked, the hand shackles went almost in the floor, then a door opened in the stone wall below the leg shackles. Her hands and her head were introduced in there and a stench of feces errupted, though nothing compared to what Jurgen smelled on his good days, and anyway they were far away to only get the least of it to their noses. What followed next was obvious to all: the woman was put head-first in the feces of the prisoners - or maybe of the toilets from the palace or the Governor himself - and she puked in it, though it was obvious both from sound and from logic that she didn't have much to expulge.

   Then her feet shackles moved down again, eliciting a few more bone cracks and muffled moans, and finally positioning her ass to Cain's already hardened dick. He entered her again as she tried to moan and unwantedly gurgitated some of the feces, while Cain mused, as he did often when is such company, if this was just a natural orgy coming from a sick inbred Governor mind, or if the hand of Slaanesh had visited this world and these people, as he had seen in many cases in his career. More often than not, this question would come on a whim and he would leave with it unanswered and not caring that it was so, for he was happy to have people share their pleasure for free with him, and, why not, some of them may have hoped they'd corrupt him in their God's name. But although Cain was corruptable, he would not be by this, not by a pleasure god male/female abomination. Sure, he'd let a world rot and a warp portal open when he found out - again through his weird precognition - that he'd be fighting a former aquaintance and lover, now become demoness of this pleasure thing, but he had got out with his life from that planet, got to see his rival Commissar killed by a stray shot in the back, although there were no enemies there, and as he was in-flight into space, all hell broke loose, almost literally. A warp portal opened on that planet, and soon, the system had been overrun by demons, only the intervention of thousands of psychers, millions of Guardsmen (he made sure not his own) and sacrifices from Space Marines themselves finally taking back the system, then arduously, the planet. Cain had stayed about the ship that time, watching and "planning" with his fellow officers from the safety of the edges of the system, where all the big rollers stayed to hide their heads between their (or their mistresses') legs, and where it was expected for him to do it. On any other occasion, such an event would have elicited harsh censure on his Regiment, but as sly as ever, he had managed to turn a disastrous situation into one that "could have been worse" - indeed, a line that, if historians would have studied enough of transcripts involving Cain, would have observed it was used scarily often by him - but then again, whatever they wrote, it would have been checked by Cain's vast spy network (and now Amberley's), and it would be sealed by her and they would be assassinated shortly anyway. After all, had they not informed the Imperium of the demonic portal opening? Sure, the records conflicted in this, they claimed it had opened hours before it was recorded by psychers and scryers, and thus had to flee the unstoppable danger, and of course, who was to be believed, the witch kin or a Hero of the Imperium? Had he not saved countless other sectors by being the first (well, even here, some records contradicted, but if Cain was half as good as they said he was, so were the men and women under him, obviously, and thus more reliable than the planetary communications experts) to announce to the Imperium this remarkable danger? Any other stupid Commissar would have gotten his Regiment killed and the message lost, but not Commissar Cain!

   Yes, these were thoughts that entertained him in the middle of a sexual act, the more exquisite, the more it stimulated his brain. He didn't know how that worked, he knew most men would be lost in the moment, maleable. It helped to have half a regiment of beautiful women to put men into that state, then ply, suggest and manipulate them as he wanted. It wasn't even much of a rarity in his antourage for two or more men to be sexually satisfied by different or even the same person in the same room, talking business (or, as most often was, talking dirty and leaving business to another night or to the official meetings that were boring enough as they were) and enjoying the local (or the good) amasec. He had met all kinds of degenerates in his life, rarely even mutants hiding their mutations under coats, both physical and of power. He could see right through them, and would promise to keep quiet in exchange for favors, basically owning them until they were unlucky enough (and most were) to be caught red handed... or blue footed, or purple jawed, something like that. He mused that if he was to have worked with (or for) Amberley in close to equal terms, he'd have had to report some of these to aleviate suspicion and prove this loyalty, thus cutting a lot of favors for very little in return. Now, he was free to conduct business, his way. With people like this Governer.

   Cumming into the now perpetual gagging girl woke him out of his revery, and he was glad to have had such a calm and almost angelic face throughout the action, despite his physical rush to get to the woman's holes, and he saw a platitude of awe in many of the observers, who were, after all, surrounded by a den of depravity, screaming and crying, both in pain and in pleasure. Here, the calm face of a Commissar having just filled a Countess of a foreign world was as out of place as an ork teleported next to the High Lords of Terra from accross the Galaxy without warning for any of the parties involved.

   He wiped his dick on her bony, sweaty back, put it back in his pants and closed them like he was just walking from the bathroom, and as if there was no one around. The Governer gave what was one in the line of many knowing smiles and escorted Cain around his underground garden, giving him the option to sample some more of his flowers.

   Cain accepted gracefully this job, as he did many other tedious duties for the Imperium of Man and the God-Emperor of Mankind watching him from the Golden Throne sacrificing his time for His Subjects. Another Uneventful Day In The Life Of The Hero Of The Imperium.
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