Finding Solace in the Warp

FINDING SOLACE IN THE WARP

Arken strode down the brightly-lit corridor of his personal vessel, a long, sword-class frigate he had commandeered many years ago, and had...modifications done to it since, to better suit his purposes. Some Inquisitors preferred simply to hire merchant vessels and travel obliquely in their entourage. Others commandeered more imposing and powerful war-vessels, to assert their will through military might. Arken trod a middle-ground, using the Sword destroyer as a base and smaller, more discreet shuttles when necessary.

"Is the prisoner ready?" He inquired. The Guard Servitor whirred. "PREPERATIONS COMPLETE, YOUR EXCELLENCY." it responded gratingly. He winced. He'd have to replace that voxbox soon.

He entered the Interrogation Chamber, a stark, white chamber with minimal furnishing. Several shower-like nozzles protruded from above, ready to dispense holy acid should the prisoner manifest signs of dangerous levels of taint. In the middle of the room, a blank, heavy bed-chair, adjustable. In an adjacent chamber, through a metre of thick Plexiglas, was the observation room. In another adjacent chamber, nonvisible, was the Pysker's sanctum, where she worked to keep this room...cool, monitoring everything.

Sianine sat on the bed, in a simple white bed-gown, her hair long and matted her eyes raw from tears. She shook a little in the cold, afraid. She was not his greatest threat, but he had to make sure she was untainted by her brief encounter with the Warp. Alicia, his Pysker, would monitor closely.
Arken began to move his hands over Sianine's slender, pale body, her gown thin and silky. She blushed, and calmed herself, and allowed the Inquisitor to caress her, her perky nipples swelling, pushing up against the fabric. He leaned in, his rough lips brushing hers expertly. He too had been trained long in similar arts, and would not be too rough on this girl...unless she was proven tainted, that is. His tongue locked with hers, delicately, and he tasted a lemony-mint. His hand slipped down along her thigh, brushing promisingly against her folds, feeling the soft, tawny fuzz that was growing lightly around her.

"Please, Inquisitor...let me please you..." she breathed. He obliged, swinging his legs over her, so that he was sat on her. He undid his imperial-skull belt, and produced his mighty rod, already keen and extended.

"Once before you graced me with your skilled lips, Sianine. But I think today you will grace it with different lips." He smiled, and, kicking his long pants free, extended himself, nude and proud, onto her quivering body.

Alicia began to jill herself, her thick pysker robes hoiked up fully, her panties moistening as her girlish fingers explored herself.


Now it was time to be rough. Though she seemed a sweet and pure girl, Sianine had to be brought to her limits, to be absolutely sure she was free of all chaotic taint. He gave her one more, long, lingering kiss, tasting her girlish saliva, before he unceremoniously rammed himself full-hilt into her. She cried out, but he ignored her cry of pain, instead only heaving himself fully into her.
"You must be tested fully, Sianine. Allow me full and complete control, and this will go smoother." He promised.

"My Lord! Arken!" she begged, but he ignored her, ramming her over and over, feeling her wetness squish hard against him. Curiously, he noticed blood. Surely she had not still been a virgin...? But the evidence lay before him. He briefly paused, wiping his blade clean, allowing her a moment to pant.
"We have only just begun, Sianine."

He resumed, pounding her fiercely, as her cries of pain faded into gentler moans of ecstasy. Yes, she had indeed been taught well. He began to suck and bite on her perky nipples, her long, lustrous red-hair dappling her breasts. He brushed the strands aside, enjoying the taste of her rosy buds.
He reached under her, and gripped her buttocks fiercely, forcing her back up off the table, as he rammed her upright. She shuddered and flexed, paroxysms of pleasure making every muscle taut.

Alicia watched mentally, slipping her now-soaked panties off her leg, as she sat back in her booth, jilling herself furiously. Nothing excited her more than feeling the echo of her master as he brought women to submission. One day, she was sure, he would do likewise for her, and she knew it. She gasped with hi-pitched pleasure, her own orgasm mirroring Sianine's. Being an alpha-plus pysker had its advantages, but she wanted the sensations she felt down there to be her own.
As Sianine began to scream out her orgasms, Arken knew he could drive her to still greater heights. He withdrew, his cock still hard and thoroughly drenched in her fluids. She lay, shivering and moaning on the slab, as he moved quickly across the cold floor to retrieve his other tools. A powerful and large autodildo, and a thick and sturdy whip. It was these same tools which Thelessa had used to bring Odine to such a powerful orgasm that she had become a ready receptacle for a Daemonette. It was time to see if he could do the same, here. He hoped Alicia was paying attention. Damn fool girl if she messes up now...

Focusing intently on his task before him, he began by lightly whipping Sianine. At first she screamed and bucked, and tried to get up off of the table and away from him. He psy-pulsed Alicia, feeling an odd...sensation over the brief connection. "Alicia, keep her on the table."

Alicia reluctantly complied, still enjoying the feel of her own body. She used her other hand to caress her own developing buds. She didnt have breasts, not yet. But she was confident she would begin to grow them soon, surely. Master would like that, wouldn't he?

Sianine was slammed back down onto the bed-table with invisible force, and he ceased his lashing, for now. He activated the bed's own restraints, holding her fast.

"Inquisitor...please..." She panted, sweat and her own cum sticking to her alabaster skin.

"I am afraid your testing must be more severe."

Grabbing the autodildo, he held her down with his other hand, as he eased the buzzing, whirring machine into her wet snatch. She writhed and bucked as the device penetrated her, and she began to moan. As she writhed, the device burrowing into her deepest folds, instinctively guided perhaps by some Machine Spirit to provide the greatest thrill, she began to make catlike mewls, as the pleasure overwhelmed her ability to make any coherent sounds.

Alicia now sat in her booth naked, having divested herself of her robe. She linked with the autodildo, and felt the same driving force burrowing into her own tight pussy. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, as she felt waves of unbearable pleasure sweeping over her dimunitive form. She shuddered, her young nipples flush and erect.

Arken cranked the autodilo up to its maximum setting, and began to whip the poor novice as she writhed on the table. Finally, in one, mighty orgasm, she let out a long, lingering cry, which seemed to shatter the air, before she passed out, utterly devestated by the testing she had recieved.
He nodded to himself, quietly, carefully, waiting. At the slightest sign of warping or mutation he would activate the holy showers, and bathe this whole chamber in purifying acid. As the seconds dragged into minutes, the twitching body of Sianine finally relaxed, the last tremors of reflexive orgasm passing out of her system. She was...pure. He nodded in satisfaction.

However, now that this had been confirmed, he would have to find a place for her. She couldn’t return to that...Convent...but perhaps there was a place for her on board ship, though she had fled like a coward when faced with the warp. No matter, perhaps Alicia could train her to be of some use?

Speaking of Alicia...his cock was still hard and throbbing. He grinned, wondering if she was doing right now what he had sensed she might be doing. True she was still a ripening fruit, not yet ready for such...testing... but he could perhaps still bring himself to orgasm through her talents.

Brushing aside the curtains to her sanctum, he caught Alicia by surprise, who had still been wrapped up in the after-echo of Sianine's orgasms. She scrabbled to cover herself, cheeks blushing, When the Inquisitor gently moved to stop her.

"I have need of your services, Pysker. Perhaps you could provide me with...solace?" he grinned, gesturing to his still erect phallus. He intended only to receive her pyskic skills, or perhaps a blowjob, but in her state of mind she tried to imagine him filling her with all of that... She fainted, the sheer thought overwhelming her already sex-ached senses.

He sighed. "Emperor Damnit. I guess it will have to be the Five-fingered tool of release, then." That, or he'd have to dip his wick in his other prisoners, Thelessa amongst them... he shuddered, remembering the feel of her lips, tongue, and pussy.

Perhaps another time, he thought, and strode back to his quarters, to meditate and...expurgate himself of his seed.

==THE END==