Lewd Inqustioner /tg/

-----Part one: Stretching writing muscles: Scroll down for lewd.

 

Inquisitor Claire Lennox Paradene-Kirby was making her way down sub-access corridor thirteen, a tight damp place in the bowels of her small transport ship - it was only wide enough to comfortably let a single man walk abreast and along its walls, blackened by a millennia of neglect coiled an endless amount of reinforced steel pipes like some deep snake pit on an abandoned feral world.

 

Her high heels hit the ground with a low pitter-patter, the sound dulled in the small corridor, Claire was in no hurry today. No, today she was making her way to another pointless meeting - a supposed "heretic" of a mutant cult had been found. As she rounded a corner heading deeper into the voidships belly she snorted at this. He was a low-hab worker, some sort of minitorum clerc no doubt, perhaps a lesser cogboy - it mattered not to her, he was no heretic mutant - scans had reveled no taint in his system when he entered the ships gene scanner, a simple vox from her own staff had told her that long before she began this trek. Usually, she'd just let someone dispose of him, usually she'd simply have her many mooks attend the issue, usually she was not this bored.

 

Today was different she mused while beginning a climb up the staircase that ended the corridor, carved in the same fashion as the corridor to such an extent one could be led to believe it had been smashed together in some ancient battle eons ago, to form a staircase. Such was after all the nature of the STC patterns that made up the imperial living, still - Claire payed no heed to this as she stepped into the lit up path the old staircase led into. A sign on the wall gently informing her that she'd made it into "Primary holding area #14".

 

Her destination was on the other side of the well lit corridor, past the rows upon rows of brigs she used to ensure the safety of the imperium, past the slightly gilded pathway of brass and copper that coiled around the cold gates leading into the dark hard-cut brigs. A simple thing really, outside: The gently light and subtle and exclusive carvings of the imperium, inside: The deep harsh darkness awaiting all those that would abandon the light of the emperor.

 

She'd designed it herself - it was practical physiological warfare. Besides the brass and copper worming its way across the floor and around the prisoners gates was reassuring, just like the emperor effigies painted across the roof, they made her feel more at ease when wandering amongst the mutant and the heretic.

 

Moving her finger across her fringe correcting her shoulder length blond hair Claire walked towards the prison cell holding her hab-worker, noticing the two large men standing guard over the door. It always gave her a twinge of annoyance when she observed the two feral worlders, some of her most trusted muscle. They where two massive slabs of man, and their background of non-imperial status cut of from the rest of humanity she had hoped would have been enough to.. alleviate her issue.

 

To bad they where both dump as rock, and by the time they realized what they where actually hired for they where already properly indoctrinated into the imperial fold and fully understood the dangers of courtship with a inquisitor. Yes, Claire was a real catch - she knew that much, and subtle enchantments and genetic manipulation and kept it that way across the years. A hefty bosom and fine shapely legs, her blond hair framing her feminine face like a painting. Surly, across any world she'd have no issues getting in bed with just about any man.

 

If it was not for the rosetta hanging around her neck.

 

Had she known that every man in the imperium would run at the sight of her, she'd never signed up for this work. Sure, she'd occasionally get some - an undercover mission usually lent her that, the occasional brave upper-hiver that figured she was the inquisitors aid. Alas, the second they realized, right out the door.

 

Her face clenched hard in anger she approached the two men by the door. "Status" she barked.

 

The two men, one red haired giant with a wild and unkempt appearance, the other more subtle moving like a tensed up spring coil ready to unwind at a moments notice, responded to her in union, calling out in their low guttural voices "Nothin' 'ere m'am, he's all silent now, screamed fer awhile' cried s'well but looks like he's all out" Claire nodded quickly before waving one of her arms in the direction of the barred prison door "Open it up, and close it behind me - I'll handle this personally"

 

---------------------Part Two: Lewd starts here.

 

On the floor before you the man sat, a bag over his head and his hands tied behind his back. He reacted to her entering the door with a slight squeak, instinct telling him to curl up - pulling his legs inwards and hunkering down ready for anything from kicks to harsh lashes, no doubt about it - a minor clerk, used to the punishment of his superiors, this alone could have proven the mans innocence in her eyes, he was little more then a confused boy and she'd have some shacking up to do with a few contacts when she got planetside again. Still.. she smirked for herself, this might help her more pressing concerns.

 

She leaned forward and tugged of the mans bag, revealing her "merchandise" for the world, another shrill yell echoed out as the boy looked up at her, "P-please" he stammered, tears streaking from his large round eyes, lips trembling in utter fear and confusion. He was a handsome lad, no doubt barely the age of a man, shapely for his age but still carrying the gentle roundness of adolescence not quiet yet hardened into a man. His face was cute, deep dark blue eyes , round full lips and a tiny nose. Claire found her pulse slowly rising, oh yes - he'd do nicely.

 

"Speak your name boy" she demanded, her cold exterior not revealing a fact about her interest in the boy, two lifetimes spent in the service of her order had taught her excellent control of her facial muscles, and she used it liberally. "I-I am Flavion p-please I h-had n-nothing to do with a-anything, I don't-don't even know w-why I am h-her-" "Silence boy." Claire replies, her voice leveled, but shrouded in steel, tempered by a hundred years of expecting people to heed her commands. "You are a suspected heretic, and a mutant lover - the punishment is death, what do you plead?" "H-he? Mut-mutants lover?"

 

Claire smiles inwardly, taking the opportunity to lean forward, running a sensual hand over her tights - her ample bosom bouncing slightly with the motion, she'd augmented them slightly over the years to keep them perky, but of greater importance was the fact she'd forgone her undergarment that day, and she was happy about it when she noticed the boy sneaking more then single glance at them swaying back and forth while she spoke.

 

"Oh yes, you are accused of soiling the holy human form, as decreed by our lord and master the god emperor of man by fornicating with mutants"

 

"B-but I am innocent, I d-don't like mutants! Not at all!" he gasped, managing to tear his gaze away from Claires heaving tits.

 

"That so? Prove it" she retorted, coming to perfect attention - her legs wide apart and her arms folded tightly over her chest, pushing more cleave for the world to see, and making the rosetta all the more prominent as it disappeared slightly in the yielding flesh. "Prove to me you love the human pure form. Pleasure yourself and climax to my form. Its pure and should suffice." The confused look on the boys face slowly turning into a blush made a fire in Claires nether regions, the tingles that had bugged her all day flaming up in full force. Oh she was going to ravage this poor little boy, and love every second of it. Unconsciously rubbing her tights together and licking the inside of her teeth she continued. "Go on. What are you waiting for?"

 

"I can't do that - not here, not like this!"

 

"Oh? You cannot prove your devotion to the holy human form? You must be a heretic, I guess I'll send for my guards to dispose of you, I don't want filth of my hands"

 

"No - wait, I'll do it! I'll do it!" Flavion yells in response, "J-just untie me and I'll do it!" Claire would have allowed herself a sly smile if not for upholding the image as she moved behind him, ensuring he was treated to a quick glance at her posterior by turning to look at the chrona over the door quickly and innocently. She kneels down behind him leaning forward and pushing her chest into his back, while removing his bondage with one hand she quickly reaches around and grabs his crotch almost letting out a "hah!" in victory as she felt him more then ready, leaning in closer over his back, pushing her chest into his shoulder blades she sensually whisper in his ear "You are reacting well, but that can be faked, it does not prove anything... "

 

-------------------Part three: Under construction.