Editing Sister of Solace (section)

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Arken winced as Thelessa's whip dug into him, welts appearing along his tanned, muscled flesh. "You will learn to Enjoy this, as our girls have. As everyone will. Such is the Will of Chaos." She cackled. 

In the corner of Arken's eye, he could see the Daemonette raping Herra, who was now screaming with painful ecstasy. Her eyes too began to blaze, and her skin turned from his dusky-chocolate colour to a deep blood-red, as the warp began to overtake her as well, Odine's savage fist-fucking and razortongue-licking all over driving her into heretical orgasm.

"See how much they Enjoy the Dark Gift, Inquisitor? Embrace the Pain. Embrace the pleasure."

Against his will, Arken found himself hardening, his cock a treacherous rod of erectness. Dark thoughts began to fill his mind. He would exact the Emperor's divine vengeance on this bitch.

Even as Thelessa's blows assailed him, he felt her drawing closer, her long tongue licking at his neck, her teeth, now pointed fangs, brushing against his leathered skin. "I can show you so much more. Give in. Submit." She whispered, her ivory hands rubbing up and down his scarred chest, her small breasts rubbing against his back, her nipples hard and pointy. 

Rasdeena came round, her mighty breasts no longer seeming so saintly, her eyes with a darker air of seduction to them. "You are a mighty one, aren't you, Inquisitor? But not even you can resist my Gift." She knelt before him, taking his erect-again cock in her mouth, and immediately a surge of arousal flowed through Arken, breaking his concentration. Thelessa slunk round, her breasts rubbing against his chest, her dark, sultry eyes gazing up into his. "Cum for us, Inquisitor. Arken. Bless us with -your- seed." 

As Rasdeena's tongue swirled and sucked, he felt his concentration falling away... He shook his head. He needed more time. 
"No. I want to feel more than your tongue, Matron- Rasdeena. Let me feel you." He said, stalling for time. He had to trust his Raid Squad would arrive, and allow him to exact his vengeance on these harlot witches.

Rasdeena's eyes flashed with pride. "I told you Thelessa, I am the master." Thelessa pouted, and simply leaned in and kissed Arken, her musky deep scent filling his nostrils.

Rasdeena bent over, presenting her deep, moist gash, easing herself onto his throbbing hard weapon, milking him with her expertly-trained vaginal muscles, applying the right amount of pressure and consistency to bring him ever closer to a resounding climax... 

As the two newly turned Daemonettes finished their mutual orgasm, their dripping pussies soaking the hard-wooden paneling, they turned their black gazes on their former classmates, who were huddled, lost in arousal, in the corner, and they began to lick their lips. A huge, razor-tipped phallus sprouted forth from within the Herra-Daemonette's moist folds, and a smaller tentacle emerged from the Odine-Daemonette's. 

They advanced on the novices, their hunger for rape unsated...

Arken found himself awash with pleasure, as Rusdeena bounced up and down on him hard, her wet corridor closing and opening, driving him insane. He bit his lip, but the pain only excited him more, and Thelessa moaned, gripping her breasts tightly, as she applied the nipple-clamps to her own breasts, getting herself off with the pain. She began to flagellate herself, whipping her scrawny, pale back. "Yes! See what heights we can reach together, Inquisitor! Embrace the Pain!" she screamed, her own orgasm building.

Arken found himself unable to resist, and he burst forth with a second torrent of holy seed, spraying into Rusdeena's wet pussy, soaking the ex-Sororitas, who turned around and immediately began greedily slurping and sucking all the jizz off of him.

He sighed, relaxing into it, feeling so weak...

a psy-pulse pinged him. The Savant had activated his Sanctioned Psyker, to help out the Raid Squad. Ennervated, Arken bucked up, slamming his penis hard into Rusdeena's throat, gagging her, as he wrapped his legs around her neck, twisting and slamming her into the floor. Thelessa was lost in her own world of pain and sex, and seemed unable to help. Arken smashed her free, letting Rusdeena drop, as he swung up and ripped the ropes free from the ceiling with force. Dropping down, he rolled for his bolt-pistol. 

The Daemonettes had been violently gang-raping the other sisters, who were writhing and begging for more, their hymens torn, blood flowing freely with vaginal juices as they writhed in the auras of arousal. One young girl happily gagged on the razor-cock sucking the Daemonette off to a bestial howl of climax.

Arken shot both the Daemonettes clean through the head as they roared with orgasm, his sacred-metal bullets piercing clean through their newborn daemonflesh, vaporizing their brains. 

He turned to Thelessa, who was now moaning, exhausted, having whipped herself into an orgiastic fury. 

Suddenly, the doors flew open, the Raid Squad covering the room with their hellguns. Their armour dripped with bloody ichor, their gun-barrels blazed hot. They had fought hard to get here, and even the aid of the Psyker had barely been sufficient.

"My Lord Inquisitor! Perimeter is secure!"

Arken hauled the moaning Sister up, and tied her own whip tightly around her wrists as make-shift handcuffs. 

"Excellent work, Sergeant. We have some prisoners, here, which I will need to interrogate at length later." He paused, tucking his soaked penis back inside his pants self-consciously. "I trust the Psyker did not strain herself unduly?"

A young girl with large blonde curls and bright eyes entered the room,wearing the tight white robes of a Sanctioned Psyker, a thick collar around her delicate young neck, the inquisitorial I stamped firmly on it. "All Daemonettes accounted for, Lord Arken sir!" she chirped brightly. 

Arken felt himself harden again, and blinked such thoughts away. No, any such pleasures would have to wait for another day.

"Good. I think it will be you who will learn a Lesson in Pain, Thelessa. The Emperor's pain." He smiled wickedly. 

It had been a very satisfactory Inspection.

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