Thread: Imperial Agenda (Squishypink and Arcturus)

Gloria awoke with a head full of fog and a dull ache in her temples. The room was dark, or was that just her vision struggling to recover? No, it was definitely dark in here. Or dim, at least. Twilit? Was twilit a word? For once in her life, she actually wished one of those insufferable Ordo Dialogus twats was around. On second thought, never mind. Nobody liked them anyway. After a moment, as the ringing in her ears subsided, Gloria realized she was not alone. There was movement, heavy breathing and low whimpering coming from nearby, along with the unmistakable sound of power armor joints whining with repetitive motion. Four other sisters shared Gloria's cell, which was not so much a cell as a very secure budoir, many sliken cushions and expensive silk sheets covering the floor and a censer leaking luxurious incense fumes in one corner. The Gloria's sister Sisters were...yeah, yeah. Yeah, they were fucking. No doubt about it, even in this low light. What the dealio? Gloria asked, her mouth parched after her long sleep. The sisters had all detached the various plates of their armor which normally covered their privates, and they were going at it in a tangled pile of armored bodies. What are you doing? We're fucking, said one of the sisters. Duh. Yeah, we're basically just sluts, said another. She paused and corrected herself. Sorry, 'Ordo Hospitalier'. She even threw in some air quotes for flavor. Don't tell me you've never wondered what our order does. Gloria blushed. I guess it makes sense now that I think about it. Watching them lick and finger each other through their armor prompted Gloria to poke at her own suit. The quick-release plates over her breasts and groin all popped away at the slightest nudge. I always wondered why they did that, she said. So I guess we're all captured and stuff. Yeah, looks that way, said one of the random slut-sisters. Did you guys even try to escape? Nah, too busy fucking. It's a full time job, said another. Gloria stood and reattached the quick-release plates over both her breasts. The crotch plate, however, was being a total pain in the ass again and she couldn't get it to lock in place. Sighing in frustration, she realized she'd have to go naked down there for now, and was thankful for her long tabard that at least covered her naughty bits. Reaching out a little gingerly, the little ginger girl tried the handle on the cell's door. A loud click echoed in the small chamber and the door swung outwards on well greased hinges. Well, damn. This brig is a joke. Gloria popped her head out and looked around. Sure enough, there was a single guard bearing the mark of Slaanesh branded about a million times across her flesh. Apparently, she'd tried masturbating with a chainsword and realized too late that it wasn't such a great idea. Umm, ouch. I mean, for the Emprah! Since the evil slutty slut wasn't really using it anymore, Gloria wiggled the chainsword free and rested it across in both hands. She gunned it a couple times, experimentally, and had to clear some labia out of the motor before it would work properly. With a confused shrug that spoke of her bewildered acceptance of this strange place, Gloria set off down the corridor to find...something. Someone. Whatever, she'd probably just end up smiting it anyway.