Title: Script: The Promethium Canister [f/f, SoB] Author: Smutomancer Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/XdMeKuXP First Edit: Wednesday 22nd of October 2014 08:53:30 AM CDT Last Edit: Last edit on: Friday 24th of October 2014 04:04:02 PM CDT The Promethium Canister [f/f, 40k, Sisters of Battle, oral, fingering] A novice battle sister, while completing routine maintenance and purity procedures in the armoury, has accidentally lodged the promethium canister of a hand flamer into a rather embarrassing orifice. She must now turn to her Sister Superior for guidance on proper de-insertion rituals. SS- Sister Superior SM- Sister Melody   [knock at the door] SM-  [muffled, through door] Sister Superior?   SS- [sigh] Can it wait? I have a Baneblade’s weight in papers to complete by morning.   SM- [muffled, through door] I-it can’t. It’s, um, it’s important.   SS- It had better be. Very well, enter.   SM- Thank you, Sister Superior.     SS- Sister Melody, sit down. What’s the problem?   SM- Um…   SS- I said sit down.   SM- I-I’d prefer to stand, Sister.   SS- [whatever verbal equivalent of a shrug you can think of] Suit yourself. Now, why are you here?   SM- Well, um… Sister, I was on armoury duty this evening. I was cleaning the weapons used in the training chapel today, blessing the sacred oils, and-   SS- I am familiar with the procedure, Sister. Get to the point.   SM- Oh, yes, of course.  Well, the last weapon was Sister Dominica’s hand flamer. And, well, I was removing the canister to replace it with a new one when I realized it was full and I was the only one in the armoury. And, well, the lights were dim and it was hot in there and I had already loosed my habit and it had been a really long day and the canister was just the right size and a hard day’s work in the practice chapel always leaves me feeling a little hot and-   SS- Sister   SM- Y-yes?   SS- Why, exactly, can’t you sit down again?   SM- That’s, uh, just the thing-   SS- [exasperated sigh] Ave Imparator, not again.   SM- Sister Superior?   SS- The ecclesiarchy has been petitioning the Mechanicus for centuries for a new promethium canister design for just this reason. It happens all the time, really. They said they'd get right on it, but it took them 7,000 years to approve the new track guards design for a tank, so who knows when it'll happen. Until then, we're stuck with these inappropriately shaped promethium canisters. Well, Sister, hop up on my desk and let’s see the damages.   SM- Right here, now?   SS- I don’t have all night, Sister. Hop up and spread your legs.   SM- Yes ma’am.   [short pause as SS examines SM, SM gives sensitive sexy squeaks]   [SM continues to make sexy noises as SS speaks]   SS- Well, I’ve see worse. You could have tried it in the back door, which would have defiled the weapon and required several days of strenuous purity rituals to restore.  Still, little bastard’s pretty far up in there, isn’t it? Stop squirming, will you?   Hmm, it’s a full canister, so it wouldn’t be safe to use pliers. We’ll have to stimulate the area so you can eject it yourself.   SM- Ah, S-sister?   SS- Not now, Melody. Lean back a bit.   SM- What’re you going to-   [SS buries her face between SM’s legs]   SM- GOD EMPEROR!   Th-that’s, Ah! Where did you learn t-to, oh my, ah ah ah! [continued sexy sounds]   SS- [continued cunnilingus sounds]   SM- Throne of TERRA!!!   SS- Hmm… [wipes mouth, if that kind of sound effect is possible here]   SM- W-why’d you stop? [has labored breathing from here on out]   SS- It’s not budging. Did you orgasm?   SM- Um-   SS- Well?   SM- Y-yes, I did. But it wasn’t as strong as, um, as usual, ‘cause I usually um- please forgive me, Sister, play with-   SS- Ah, I understand. No no, it’s perfectly normal. Just make sure to add an extra unit of flagellation to your nightly prayers and everything will be fine.   SM- S-so what happens-   SS- Now I am going to go knuckle deep into your ass while I suck your clit, what else?   SM- I can’t believe you just said that-  AH!   SS- That’s one finger. Do you need a second?   SM- N-not so fast, that’s-   SS- Three it is, then.   [and so she goes a muff-diving again]   SM- Holy Emperor!  AH!  Oh my, yes. Just keep- AH!  How’re you so good at-  ooooohhhh mmmmyyyyy…  [pained yelp] What was-  [pleasured moans] Saints protect me-   SS- [with full mouth] Close yet?   SM- Oh God Emperor, yes, yes I am. Just, just a little m-more and-   [go on with this as long as you feel is necessary]   SM- YES! There!   SS- Will you look at that, just popped right out, didn’t it?   SM- [afterglow has left her a little slow witted]Mmmm, yeessss   SS- Was this dent here before?   SM- I- I don’t think so-   SS- Quite the orgasm, then.   SM- You have nooo idea.   SS- Indeed. Well, on your knees.   SM- Hmm? Oh, yes, I need to beg His Holy Emperor for forgiveness.   SS- What? No, forget that until tomorrow.   SM- What?   SS- Have you seen how large a stack of papers I have on my desk? You know, the papers that are now soaking wet?   SM- Oh, um, yeah…   SS- And now [emphasis on the next word] I’M all hot and bothered because someone [short pause] needed me to-   SM- Yes, ma’am, I’m sorry.   SS- Sorry nothing, if I’m going to be up all night, I might as well have some fun while doing it. On your knees, Sister, it’s time to return the favor.