Inquisitor/Governor S&M

        The spires of hive Yolandin shone in the twilight of their world’s young sun, bright enough to pierce the pall of smog that surrounded them. The lights were mirrored by the glittering jewellery and polished weapons of the procession that approached the hive spaceport’s central landing platform; five hundred soldiers in polished silver breastplates, three hundred functionaries in sombre black robes and one hundred slaves in scanty grey cotton. At the head of the column an elderly warrior waved a great scarlet oriflamme with the Aquila picked out in golden thread. Yuriko Dewinter raised a hand to shield her eyes from the glow; even to a hardened inquisitor the parade was an impressive sight. She herself wore a simple black greatcoat, braided cap and death’s head armband, with a dark ceremonial monocle in her right eye.

        The procession halted and her acolytes raised their weapons in salute. After a moment of tense stillness the planetary guardsman split into two columns, revealing a young woman in a flowing white gown and veil. A sword hung from her belt and a cloth-of-gold cape from her shoulders.      

“To you, most holy agent of his divine majesty’s inquisition”, the bannerman proclaimed as his ruler began to walk towards Yuriko. “The lady Yolanda Tanimur CXI, imperial governor of Yolan IV and its dependant asteroids, offers her most gracious greetings and extends the freedom of the planet.” Yuriko smiled despite herself; the mere thought that she needed the planet’s governor to grant her the freedom of anything was absurd.

        Yolanda Tanimur lifted her veil, revealing a woman not far out of her teens. She had a pale, heart shaped face and misty blue eyes. A thick coiffure of shining white-blond hair crowned her head. Her expression was distant and unreadable, looking right through Yuriko, through the landing craft behind her to the distant lights of the hive. Yuriko began to thank her host for the gracious welcome…and the governor dropped to her knees. She sank down onto the concrete in one graceful motion and lay flat on her stomach, shedding her cloak as she went. As Yuriko looked down in surprise the young woman planted six quick, soft kisses on the black leather of her jackboots. The sudden display of humility completed she rested her forehead against Yuriko’s toe and lay there perfectly still.

        Yuriko watched the crowd for a few moments, waiting to see if anyone reacted. Yolan IV had been out of communication with the wider Imperium for just over a century; there was no way to know what rituals they might expect their guests to take for granted.

        “That’s enough,” she said, convinced that they were waiting on her. “You may stand.” Yolanda got to her feet as gracefully as she had knelt, but there was no mistaking the ecstatic tears in her eyes.

        “Mi’lady inquisitor,” her voice was hushed and awestruck. “Words cannot describe the joy it brings us to be back in the embrace of his divine majesty. We will comply with your every requirement without the slightest hesitation. We can only hope that you will judge that our rule over these long, terrible years of silence to have been in keeping with His holy word. I can only hope that you find my own deportment as governor…pleasing.”

        The girl was either completely smitten or a very skilled liar. Yolan IV was famous for its piety, but there was no knowing what corruption might have taken root over the long years of isolation. Yuriko had met far too many seemingly righteous heretics to take such an ostentatious display of faith at face value.

        “We shall see.” Yuriko replied in her most blandly authoritative voice. “The inquisition will make a full audit of this planet’s value to Him on Earth and correct any hint of laxness or heresy. The investigation will of course start with a thorough interrogation of the reigning imperial governor.” She signalled to her acolytes and walked off down the aisle, allowing the girl to trail wordlessly behind her.

 

*

 

        The royal palace was vast, sprawling and impossibly luxurious. Yuriko installed herself in the governor’s private suite, her acolytes carting in heavy trunk of weaponry and equipment. Within a cordon of bodyguards the apartment was completely private; she would have all the peace she needed in which to investigate Yolanda’s character. The way the girl kept her private chambers spoke well of her. Every room had a small shrine to one of the great saints and the private chapel was ornate even by the palace’s standard. What really interested Yuriko however was the fresco which dominated the dining room where she and Yolanda ate together the night after her arrival.

        The picture showed three beautiful women, one blonde, one redhead and one brunette; the women were painted naturalistically, in incredible detail, while their surroundings were an impressionistic haze. First they appeared as nobles in their finery, then as naked penitents marched before a crowd while dark figures flogged them with cruel bullwhips. Finally they were crucified on steel frames while more shadows swarmed around to mock them. The overall impression reminded Yuriko of a fever dream.

        “Do you like it?” Yolanda spoke for the first time since they sat down together. “It’s one of my favourite stories from our history; the three martyred whores.” Yuriko looked back to her and she stopped speaking at once. “Although if it doesn’t interest you I…”

        “It does,” said Yuriko. “Go on.”

        “They were three noble heiresses who were all accused of corruption and worshipping strange gods.” Yolanda took a deep gulp of wine; it was the first time she’d spoken more than a few words since they met at the spaceport. “It all turned out to be nothing but slander, but to ensure their reputations they took part in the St Anna’s day parade. Zealots from the plebeian class whip each other through the street and the bravest martyr themselves. The nobility don’t dare to take part, at least not very often.”

        “Then they died up there on those crosses?”

        “Oh no. They all agreed they didn’t deserve martyrdom after allowing themselves to be brought into doubt. So they had themselves auctioned and spent a full year as brothel slaves.”

        “Interesting, I can see that this world’s reputation isn’t unfounded.” Yuriko leaned across the table and watched as Yolanda’s already heavy breathing stepped up a degree. “Do you perhaps aspire to share their fate?”

        Yolanda’s mouth fell open in shock. There was no reason to wait or delay, Yuriko realised. The girl was useless as an information source until her mind was cleared, and that meant giving her the punishment she must have been fantasising about since the day she first heard the word ‘inquisition’.

“Stand up, prisoner.” Yolanda shot up, knocking her chair over. “Your interrogation begins here and now, do you understand?”

        “Yes.” It was more of a gasp than a word.

        “Yes inquisitor.”

        “Yes inquisitor, I’m sorry inquisitor!”

        “Go through to the sitting room.” The intimate little receiving room contained Yuriko’s portable cabinet of perturbation. It stood against one wall, a heavy black eyesore against the white wallpaper and cool blue carpet. Yolanda’s face crumpled when she saw it, but she managed to regain her composure. Yuriko slowly prowled around her captive, watching as she fought to stop herself trembling.

        “How long have you been governor?” Yuriko said.    

        “Three years inquisitor.” Yolanda glanced furtively between her and the cabinet, before settling on staring straight ahead.

        “How complete is your control?”

        “Planet wide save for the Selmish Isles inquisitor.”

        “Remove your dress.” The sheer garment ripped at the seams as Yolanda rushed to pull it off, revealing golden undergarments which matched the cloak she’d worn earlier. Her shoes were gold as well, dainty slippers worn without socks. Yolanda’s body was petit and trim, well sculpted by hours of sport and dance.

        “Why have you not asserted control over these islands prisoner?”

        “They’re of no economic value inquisitor.”

        “Site the most significant external threat to imperial control.”

        “Ork raids out of the Calnos nebula inquisitor.”

        “Remove your brassiere.” This time Yolanda maintained some level of poise, placing the bra neatly at her feet. Broad, pale nipples crowned pert breasts which complemented the soft flare of her hips and ass.     

        “Site the most significant internal threat to imperial control.”

        “House Vonvarim plot against me inquisitor, although I have no evidence against them.”

        “Then you believe your interests coincide with those of the Imperium?”

        “Yes, I mean no, I mean…I mean I hope you will judge so inquisitor.”

        “Remove the rest.” Below the neck Yolanda was shaved and plucked to complete smoothness, something Yuriko did not usually enjoy but found suddenly enticing.

        “Very impressive,” she said, closing in behind the governor and wrapping her arms around her stomach. Yolanda was a head shorter than Yuriko, small and helpless in her arms. “I find no trace of physical mutation upon you, and you clearly treat your body as His temple.”

        “Yes inquisitor, thank you inquisitor.” She still strove to remain completely still and focused as her captor fondled her, but it was a loosing battle. “As his eminence cardinal Demazzin declared, ‘man’s body is the seat of man’s divinity, not to cultivate its beauty is to blaspheme the spirit’.”

        “And have you always been diligent to upholding the cardinal’s command?” Yolanda’s face twisted as fear warred with her need to confess. As she pondered her answer Yuriko ran her hand down the soft plane of her stomach and brushed a fingertip against her clit. It was enough. “No inquisitor, I have often been negligent in my training, to my shame.”

        “I suspected as much,” Yuriko crooned. “You will be purged of this flaw in due course, but first we must divine all your other…heresies.” She growled the last world like a vulgar enticement and Yolanda moaned, straining forward against her captor’s arms. Yuriko spun her around on the spot and looked her in the eyes, silencing her instantly. Their lips met, softly at first, then hard and passionate as Yolanda submitted herself completely to Yuriko’s wandering hands.  She was wet and musky between her legs, ready and willing to be fucked right there on the floor. Yuriko resisted the temptation. She had a task to fulfil, and the emperor was watching.

        “Undress me prisoner, and we shall proceed.” Yolanda fumbled with Yuriko’s uniform, taking twice as long as she could have. It was very likely that she’d never seen a woman of such height and such a complexion as the inquisitor. Crouched on the floor she looked up in dazed desire, as though Yuriko were Saint Dominica come again. Let her worship me, Yuriko thought, just this once, let me take airs above my station. Once she was down to her modest black undergarment she raised her foot to Yolanda’s forehead and pushed her gently down, until she lay flat on her stomach with Yuriko’s heel against her cheek. Yuriko let her captive wallow in abasement for a few minutes before turning away from her to open the cabinet. Yolanda looked up furtively while Yuriko’s back was turned and bumped her head against the carpet when she turned around. The inquisitor held two heavy floggers with short handles and long, broad tongues. Before Yolanda had struggled not to cry; as she took the whip that was offered to her she had to hold back giddy laughter.

        “You’ve mortified yourself before, haven’t you?”

        “A few times inquisitor.”  

        “I will now administer your first stage interrogation and resume my enquiries into your conduct as governor of Yolan IV. The severity will be enough to break you to obedience regardless of how you answer, but if you are honest and useful you may at least spare yourself any further pain. Regardless of what I do you will stand in the middle of this room and flog yourself until I tell you to stop, beginning right now. Do you understand?”

        “Yes inquisitor.” Yolanda closed her eyes, breathed deeply, then strode across the room and thrust the flogger out at waist height. SNAP! She swung with surprising force, bringing the tongues down over her left shoulder to leave five red strokes across her back. SNAP! She lashed herself under the arm, grimacing as the marks formed a cross-hatch. SMACK! SNAP! She smoothly switched hands and repeated the attack. SNAP! SNAP! Two blows across her buttocks. Yuriko let her repeat the pattern a few more times, rubbing herself through the wet fabric of her one piece. Sometimes, she thought, just sometimes the Emperor truly rewards his servants. She waited until Yolanda’s breathing was ragged and her forehead beaded with sweat before she finally spoke.

“Have you at any time neglected your duties?” SMACK!

        “Many times inquisitor.” SMACK!

        “How well have you maintained the faith?” SMACK!

        “Poorly, inquisitor.” SNAP, SMACK!

        “Have you properly stockpiled a full century of tithe?” SMACK!

        “Only just, inquisitor,” SNAP! SNAP! SMACK!

Welts rose across Yolanda’s skin and she was beginning to hunch herself against her blows; tears beaded on her face and her hairstyle was disintegrating. Pain warped her voice, but there was lust as well, and little of her earlier fear. There was potential in this girl, Yuriko realized, the strength to be a true peer of the Imperium if she could be properly tempered and forged. As Yolanda raised her whip for another attack Yuriko sprang forward and struck her across the thighs; the girl yelped and cringed but recovered fast enough to hold the rhythm of her own strikes. Without needing to communicate they worked together, scouring every inch of Yolanda’s body.

        “Did you ever doubt the Imperium would return to this world?” SMACK! SNAP! SMACK!

        “Yes inquisitor.” SNAP, SNAP, SNAP!

        “Do you confess that you have sinned?” SNAP, SNAP, SMACK!

        “Yes inquisitor.” SNAP, SNAP, SMACK!

        “Good girl.” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Yuriko drew back her arm and began to thrash her victim in earnest. From neck to ass she blazed a bright and angry scarlet, but there was still much work to be done. As the first blow set every inch of her trembling the girl’s composure broke and she began to cry openly, tears streaming down her face. Still she didn’t stop beating herself, though her blows grew slow and clumsy.

        “Are you not weak?” THWACK!

        “Yes inquisitor.”

        “Are you not cowardly?” THWACK! THWACK!

        “Yes.”

        “Are you not altogether unfit to stand in the eyes of our immortal Emperor?” THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

        “Yes, oh save me, yes…” SMACK! SMACK! THWACK! Yolanda was drowning in pain, her arms almost matching the strength of Yuriko’s assaults. The inquisitor paused to catch her breath and the governor began mumbling to herself, a prayer punctuated by the lash. Her back was raw and bloody, the rest of her body almost as bad.

“Louder,” Yuriko barked, slashing across Yolanda’s calves and sending her tumbling to her knees. “Let me hear you praise him.”

“Imperator, we call out to thee.” THWACK!, THWACK!, THWACK!!

“Imperator, we implore thee.” Yolanda tried to stand, still grasping her whip, but the flurry of blows forced her down. THWACK!, THWACK!, THWACK!

        “Imperator, we praise thy name.” THWACK!

        “Imperator, we adore thee.” THWACK! Yolanda’s voice was a broken croak, her face soaked with tears and almost as red as her ass. It was time for one final push. Yuriko took a moment to catch her breath and let anticipation do its work, then brought the lash down like a thunderbolt.

        “Ahhhh…” Yolanda fell on her face, slipping close to unconsciousness. Yuriko hurried over to the cabinet and took out a medical kit. Scolding herself for wasting supplies on a bout of self indulgence she rubbed medicinal gel-compound into the governor’s wounds and bandaged her until she was practically mummified. Fetching a tumbler of water from the dinning table, Yuriko knelt on the floor with Yolanda’s head in her lap. As she coaxed the shattered girl to drink she whispered to her.

“Do you want to be strong?”

“Uuuh….”

“Do you want to be brave?”

“….”

“Do you want to be worthy to rule this sector’s greatest hive world in His name?”

“Yes.”