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Chapter 2

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	== Chapter 2 ==		== Chapter 2 ==
	<br/>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-		<br/>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-
	<br/>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.		<br/>His train of thoughts were interrupted by the sound of something sticky splattering below him and a feeling of being relieved, 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.
	<br/>"Do you want a drink?"		<br/>"Do you want a drink?"
	<br/>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.		<br/>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.
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	<br/>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 involuntarily 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.		<br/>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 involuntarily 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.
	<br/>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.		<br/>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.


	== Chapter 3 ==		== Chapter 3 ==

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	== Notes ==		== Notes ==
	Content is '''not''' available under [[~~copyright~~\|Creative Commons Attribution Non-Commercial Share Alike]] and is in whatever limbo there is between GW's right on most of the characters and what's left for the author. If you want to substantially modify it, start a new page. Spinoffs and sharing this world are fair game.		Content is '''not''' available under [[1d4chan:Copyrights\|Creative Commons Attribution Non-Commercial Share Alike]] and is in whatever limbo there is between GW's [[copyright\|right]] on most of the characters and what's left for the author. If you want to substantially modify it, start a new page. Spinoffs and sharing this world are fair game.

	[[Category:Chaos]] [[Category:NSFW]] [[Category:Stories]] [[Category:Warhammer 40,000]] [[Category:Stories/Warhammer 40,000]]		[[Category:Chaos]] [[Category:NSFW]] [[Category:Stories]] [[Category:Warhammer 40,000]] [[Category:Stories/Warhammer 40,000]]

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	== Notes ==		== Notes ==
	Content is '''not''' available under Creative Commons Attribution Non-Commercial Share Alike and is in whatever limbo there is between GW's right on most of the characters and what's left for the author. If you want to substantially modify it, start a new page. Spinoffs and sharing this world are fair game.		Content is '''not''' available under [[copyright\|Creative Commons Attribution Non-Commercial Share Alike]] and is in whatever limbo there is between GW's right on most of the characters and what's left for the author. If you want to substantially modify it, start a new page. Spinoffs and sharing this world are fair game.

	[[Category:Chaos]] [[Category:NSFW]] [[Category:Stories]] [[Category:Warhammer 40,000]] [[Category:Stories/Warhammer 40,000]]		[[Category:Chaos]] [[Category:NSFW]] [[Category:Stories]] [[Category:Warhammer 40,000]] [[Category:Stories/Warhammer 40,000]]

81.19.208.103: Corrected "beaurocrats" to bureaucrats (it's a **** of a word)

2020-08-08T22:12:07Z

Corrected "beaurocrats" to bureaucrats (it's a **** of a word)

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	== Chapter 1 ==		== Chapter 1 ==
	<br/>Strolling aboard the decks of the Righteous Wrath, Cain finally felt as home after the decades he had "served" aboard that ship.		<br/>Strolling aboard the decks of the Righteous Wrath, Cain finally felt as home after the decades he had "served" aboard that ship.
	<br/>He remembered the first days, the stupidity of the ~~beaurocrats~~ that threatened to undermind his easy life by mangling two regiments into one - that was preposturous! Women warriors was one thing, but serving besides the men? Everyone knew the 301st was older, more disciplined and more entitled to its name than those bitches in the 296th. But as a good charismatic Commissar, he toned that down.		<br/>He remembered the first days, the stupidity of the bureaucrats that threatened to undermind his easy life by mangling two regiments into one - that was preposturous! Women warriors was one thing, but serving besides the men? Everyone knew the 301st was older, more disciplined and more entitled to its name than those bitches in the 296th. But as a good charismatic Commissar, he toned that down.
	<br/>He remembered meeting Kasteen, that hopeful face that her regiment was to be treated equally - maybe even superior - to that of the men! Ridiculous. Her red hair and hopeful blue eyes made Cain sick, and he even thought he saw a gleam of lust (for manipulating him) in her young eyes. Well, that would change. At least the uniform was appealing to the eye, but he could see how to make improvements to it.		<br/>He remembered meeting Kasteen, that hopeful face that her regiment was to be treated equally - maybe even superior - to that of the men! Ridiculous. Her red hair and hopeful blue eyes made Cain sick, and he even thought he saw a gleam of lust (for manipulating him) in her young eyes. Well, that would change. At least the uniform was appealing to the eye, but he could see how to make improvements to it.
	<br/>The meeting with Kasteen and Broklaw was better received by Cain, who took a liking to the man immediately - he was a man, he knew what he was going through. Though they kept it civil, Cain subtly and charismatically moved the discussion towards lowering the rights of the women slightly - as well as their positions - and rising the men. He was the morale officer after all, and such things, he claimed, would indeed improve morale. Kasteen didn't object much - little experience, no people to lean against if Cain would actually shoot her. He subtly emphasized that point too.		<br/>The meeting with Kasteen and Broklaw was better received by Cain, who took a liking to the man immediately - he was a man, he knew what he was going through. Though they kept it civil, Cain subtly and charismatically moved the discussion towards lowering the rights of the women slightly - as well as their positions - and rising the men. He was the morale officer after all, and such things, he claimed, would indeed improve morale. Kasteen didn't object much - little experience, no people to lean against if Cain would actually shoot her. He subtly emphasized that point too.

1d4chan>Another ficer: Author here, didn't "disown" it, whatever that's supposed to mean to whoever put that tag up.

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Author here, didn't "disown" it, whatever that's supposed to mean to whoever put that tag up.

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