Editing Training in Paradise (section)

==Part 1==

I never liked teaching in spring. The windows and air vents of the fortress monastery always catch the sound of the local fauna calling away and the untold numbers of flora would drift into the entire monastery, many of us believed one of the plants, or maybe more, had some sort of relaxing or intoxicating property when inhaled. It was never a problem though, my girls are always devoted to any task they do, I wouldn't be surprised if the Orders Hospitaller catches wind of this effect and sends somebody to find the culprit. Still, until then, I cannot wait until Autumn on this planet comes around.

Since the planet we were on, Un-Designated XVI, but affectionately called “The Garden of Eden” after an ancient Terran story location, by the local Imperium colony. We, or should I say, I, was put in charge of the newly built Fortress Monastery, and given the task of recruiting from the local population and creating a fighting force which would be ready to assist the Imperial Guard if this region came under attack. I was given four Eden years, or one Terran year, to do this. I was effectively in charge of creating a new Order from scratch, and I'm not even a Canoness yet; perhaps this is my test thought up by my old Canoness or perhaps the Prioress or even the Abbess herself! 

Well, at least this place is peaceful, while I'd rather be purging the foes of the Emperor with fire and faith, I cannot help but think it's a blessing by the Emperor himself that I am left pretty much alone, bar the odd pirate raid, by nothing serious. So, to show my dedication towards my task, I created my own personal training regime. I know this goes against what I've been taught, but at least my regime might add some excitement to an otherwise basic part of Order life. 

So, what I did first was encourage anybody to join, but because the population was so low, I was forced to induct those who had already reached eighteen Terran years of age, it did not help that there was a huge age gap between the generations. Still, I managed to get twenty in and I began to work my regime. 

It was based around the idea of competition, each basic aspect of Order life, from prayer to The Emperor to battle skills and tactical skills, I awarded points on how well each had done, the prize for winning at the end of the cycle? I would grant that Sister the rank of Sister Superior and she would lead the Order in case of my death or I was unable to help. I must say I was unprepared for what was to happen on my first day with the new recruits. 

While nineteen of them were average fringe worlders, there was one amongst them who was so beautiful, that whenever she entered a room I always expected everybody in the room, visiting priests and confessors included, to stop talking. Her name was Abigail, she had volunteered to join the Order and was the first and only one to do so, she tried to hide her beauty by keeping her hair in a messy and careless state as well as trying to make her face as dirty as possible without it being noticeable, however, no matter what she attempted, she could not hide her high cheekbones, her deep azure, penetrating eyes which gazed at you so strongly you would think her gaze alone would be able to split plasteel in half.
 
On the first day of training, she caught me staring at her, I didn't think much of it because most, if not all, of the new recruits were staring at her. Whether she noticed this or not I am unsure, however I swear she slipped into a daring smile with her full lips when I stared at her, in hindsight, perhaps the Emperor was looking upon her or myself, or even both.	 

Perhaps it was because of her beauty I expected very little from her in the early stages, lots of recruits are like that, but the Orders relentless and punishing system of worship and training soon snaps you out of any laziness you might have, and, if you don't, you've got the punishment of the Repentia Squads or, worse, Penitent Engines. However, I must admit part of me wanted her to slip up in those early days, just so I could send her to the Repentia squad and see that amazing body of hers.

However, my thoughts or dare I say wish, Emperor forgive me, came sooner or at all, than I expected. She had been unique amongst her peers, devoting herself fully to both training and worship as if she had been in the Order for decades, her close quarter combat was as beautiful as it was deadly to watch, she seemed to combine both the Adepta Sororitas combat technique with her own strange one. Perhaps it was from her home planet before she moved to The Garden of Eden, but wherever she learnt it, it did the job. This skill was not just limited to close combat, but to tactical acumen and strategic command.

Her worship of the God Emperor was a credit to her and a shining example to her peers around her, who, thanks to the competitive nature of my regime, did their uppermost to copy and learn from Abigail, in order to try and keep up with her rapidly gaining points. While all these skills were outstanding for a new recruit and were even better two Eden years later, her real skill was in ranged combat. 
During target practice against foes which had various armour strengths, she was able to target acquire, fire, and dispatch three targets in less than five seconds. She'd hold the bolter perfectly and on my command would calmly target and unleash a burst of bolter shells into weak spots of the armour design. This skill in ranged weapons was not limited to the bolter either, with both pistols, meltas and the blessed flamer, she too was able to dispatch foes with equal ease.

By the time it was beginning the third Eden year, she was clearly going to win the prize of promotion to Sister Superior and go on to lead the Order, which was growing in size still, to many victories. Then it all changed.	 

It was during the spring of the third year, the mysterious and as of yet unidentified plant was causing the usual intoxicated and calmed reactions in the monastery. By now Abigail would go last in the target range, quickly finish it and the entire group would head off to prayer, bathing and meal before heading to sleep and the cycle staring again the next day. 

However, Abigail was not her usual self, she was the calmest of the twenty and had the added benefit of the flowers pollen increasing it further, but for some reason she rushed her target practice and missed completely, I put this down to the intoxicating flower, but it didn't stop. Time and time again, she would mess up, she was making mistakes in other training exercises and her prayer to the Emperor was also being affected, something which I could not ignore, but ignore I did. I ignored it till the start of Autumn, once again, Abigail was going last in the range, the rest of the group had closed the massive points gap she had made and if she was to keep her lead she was going to need to start performing again. 

However, she didn't, her entire arsenal of weapons hardly came close to acceptable, I could see something was wrong, her deep blue eyes seemed like they had black pools in the middle, like her mind was elsewhere. I called an end to the setting, the entire group, Abigail included, turned and headed towards the prayer halls, Abigail had just placed her bolter down on the table and had turned away when I called out to her, 

“Sister Abigail, please stay for a moment” I said as sternly, but calmly as possible. 

She turned to face me, her dyed white, messy hair whipping around as her head moved. “Yes Palatine Freya? Is there something I can help you with?” she asked sweetly, but even her face could not hide that something was wrong. 

“Yes there is” I said pacing towards the table and picking up the bolter she had been using just moments ago. “I was wondering if you could explain your rapid decline in all aspects of our Order?” I turned away from her, giving her several moments, I fired the bolter, as I have done thousand of times before, at the targets, hitting all three in the unprotected face. Abigail had yet to reply. 

“Well, Sister? I am waiting” I said, with a bit of annoyance, she had never acted like this before. 

“I don't know, I just don't feel right. When holding the weapons, I no longer feel connected with them it's as if something has broken that connection.” she rubbed her head as if she had a dizzy spell. 

“Well, have you seen the Hospitailar? Is it something from the plants of this planet?” I asked, genuinely concerned that they might be a dangerous plant which could cause such deterioration. 

“I have” she replied, quietly. “She said there is nothing wrong with me, I am in perfect health.” Abigail sighed, she was clearly distraught over her performance over the last several months. 

“Well then” I spoke up after a short pause “We better get you reconnected! You're no use to me like this” I smiled.

“Huh?” she added with surprise

“Come over here” I said, holding out the bolter and beckoning her over with my gauntleted hand.

“Palatine Freya, I'm... Not too sure about this” she said with both concern and seriousness on her face. 

“You disobeying a superior officer? I wouldn't do that, the punishment isn't so nice... Well, for the boys in the Imperial Guard it is, but not for you” I grinned thinking of what Sister Abigail would look like with just her Repentia cowl on. 

“Uh, OK, sorry Palatine Freya” she bowed her head slightly and made her way over and took the bolter from my hand. Now I must add at this point I was genuinely trying to help her improve her combat skills, but what it turned into..... 

Sister Abigail is standing in front of me, bolter in hand. At this point she is not in any combat stance at all, just standing there like a Ratling by a cooking pot. “What do you want me to do Palatine Freya?” she asked, but there was no enthusiasm, she truly looked like she wanted to just leave and sleep. But I was not going to give in and let such a promising Sister of Battle fall into mediocrity due to some strange aliments. 

So, at this point I grabbed her hips, which surprised her more than how they felt surprised me, she was wearing basic recruit gear, Power Armour was not given out to recruits in our order until they were deemed ready. Through the skin tight fabric, I could feel her muscle tight hips and thigh. I must admit I was probably blushing more than she was, but I focused this feeling into other areas, I grabbed her arms and moved them in such a way as they were in the correct handling for holding a bolter and aimed it at the targets down the firing range. Abigail was now facing the range as she should be and it was the first time in many months she had been in the correct position.

“Palatine... Freya.. What are... We doing?” she asked, almost whispering

“I'm getting you connected to the weapons again. The first step in firing a weapon is positioning, you can't join a disciplined bolter fire if you're incorrectly positioned, like you were for the last six months.” I said sternly, annoyed that she still clearly wanted to leave, I was not going to give up. I was several inches taller than she was, so I caught a glimpse of her blushing cheeks, which just added to her beauty, I tried to focus, so I put my hand and arm over hers, as if I was firing the weapon myself, and placed my hand a fingers on the trigger.

“Now,” I said, breathing slightly faster now, my body, in similar fabric, was pressed up against her back, I started to feel embarrassed that my breath was breathing on her neck, as I looked down to it, I noticed she had goosebumps and in that silence, I swear I heard her breathing faster too “We're going to fire this together, and I won't let you go until you get it right.” I said sternly, my mind was racing as it switched between my enforced discipline and what I was feeling right then and there. 

“OK, now, aim, burst fire, aim, shoot, switch target, do it too slow and your gorgeous face will be ruined with a power axe or choppa blow.” Gorgeous? What was I thinking, as I said this I could now audibly hear Abigail heart beating, I ignored it and continued my teaching.

“Are you ready Sister Abigail?” I asked now, noticing the sweat and clamyness on both our hands. 

“Y-Ye-Yes Palatine Fr—Freya” she stammered. It was at this point I pressed down on her finger and squeezed the trigger. As the shells flew out of that death spitting machine, I could feel my last resolve and discipline breaking down, I had found out what was causing her problems, because it was now affecting me too. The bolter ran dry and all that was left of the targets was split remains of the armour, we both let the bolter slip from our hands and crash to the floor, echoing around the training room. At this point I heard both of our heavy breathing, Sister Abigail was still holding her arm out as if she was still holding the bolter, as was I, my head instinctively dropped and lightly rubbed on her back of her neck with my forehead. 

I felt her shudder and shiver, with a small gasp of air. Why I did what I did next, Emperor only knows, but I did, and it's done. I dropped my hand and pulled Abigail with her, I wrapped my left arm around her front waist, which she covered with hers, I then pulled my body as close as I could towards her.. I was so close I could feel her heart pounding, my breasts were pressing against her back, and my crotch was pressed as close as I could against her butt. 

“F-f-freya” she stammered, forgetting to address me properly, but I didn't care and I don't think she did either. “Wha—What are we doing?” she asked, as if she didn't know, she was nineteen by now, even fringe worlders know about this sort of thing, and if she didn't, by the Emperor I was going to show her. I had never fucked another woman before, but I didn't care, I was clearly going on the principle if what I did to myself in the lonely nights on this rock, in the Emperors name of course, was going to be somewhat pleasing to her, and while I didn't care about what she did to me, I hoped she'd follow my lead. She did.

 

At this point, my mind was completely filled with one thing only, making this beautiful girl, woman, feel amazing. My left hand slid down her waist and I pushed my way in-between her legs, the skin tight fabric allowing me to get right to the point. While I was doing this, my right arm crossed her chest to her left breast and I grabbed it, immediately searching for her nipple through the fabric, which wasn't at all hard to find, as it was already erect and making an impression on the fabric. I squeezed it slightly and she moaned slightly, if she enjoyed that, I thought, she hasn't seen anything yet, at this point I was feeling between her legs and running my finger up and down the indentation I could find, as I did this, she gasped slightly, trying her best to control herself. “Ple-Plee-Please we-we mus-mustn't” she whispered through gasps of pleasure, or pain, I was unsure, my control and calm had gone, I didn't care about anything, Emperor included, and it shames me to this day. 

“Who's in charge here?” I asked kissing the nape of her neck. “Who is the highest ranking Order member on this planet?” I continued, pressing harder into the gusset of her skin tight pants.

“Yo-You arrre, Palatine.... Freya” she replied, gasping louder as every pass of my fingers on her pussy.

“Good girl” I said, turning her face towards mine, before passionately kissing her, I didn't hold back, I stuck my tongue into her mouth, much to her surprise muffled exclamation, but it was soon returned in kind and our tongues wrestled each other for several minutes. All the time I was tweaking her nipple and massaging her breasts, while pressing two fingers side-by-side deep into her pussy, so much so I could swear I felt her wetness seeping through both her underwear and the pants, but it could of easily been sweat from my hands. I pulled my tongue out of her mouth and she pulled away to, a very thin trail of saliva hung between our mouths before dropping into nothingness.

“Well, I guess we should of done this... Extra training months ago.” I said smirking so much, I couldn't believe this was happening. It was made all the better by her clear enjoyment of the last few minutes, but I wasn't stopping there. This was all the way or not at all. Since there was no going back, that only left, all the way. 

The weapons table was still out, covered in all types of weapons, from combat blades, power swords and power mauls, to meltas, flamers and heavy bolters. I didn't care that I had broken several rules when I swept the entire collection of weaponry onto the floor, with a deafening crash. 

I placed my hands on Sister Abigail shoulders and pushed her onto the now empty table. I grabbed the top of her pants and pulled both her underwear and them down in one motion, I couldn't resist or fool around any more. I pulled her towards me by grabbing her arm before lifting her top off, she wore no bra or even wound tap around her breasts, they were sublime, perfectly pert and round, with cute pink nipples in the centre. 

I stood back to admire this wonderful woman before me before I quickly removed my clothing too. I could feel I was already wet, I hadn't even been touched by her and I was already wet. It was amazing. 

I pushed her back down on the table and spread her legs and moved in between them, bending over I began licking around her nipple, circling it, before passing over it with a contemptuous flick of my tongue. I could hear her moaning each time I did this, and I could now definitely feel her wetness coming from her pussy. It was just begging for me to come and devour it, but I had one last thing to do with her breasts. I put her nipple in-between my lips and pressed hard to keep it locked, before pulling up wards and letting the nipple go. 
The sound she made when I did this was of unbridled joy, but more was to come for her, but, I needed something to help me first. I already had lost my virginity, so what I did next was no problem for me, what I did was grab a combat blade and lock it in the sheath before I slowly pushed the hilt of the blade deep inside my pussy, so far in fact that I felt it touch my cervix at the other end, which sent a wave of pleasure through my entire body.

It was now time to deal with Sister Abigail, who was so wet by now she even surprised me. I knelt down to get a better angle at her pussy, as I did this the combat blade sheath hit the floor and caused it to press into my pussy even more, which resulted in a large amount of pressure against my cervix, causing a mixed reaction of pain and pleasure, but I decided to hide my true reaction and continue with the job at hand. 

Her pussy was exquisite, it was beautifully formed, a wonderful shade of pink, like the flowers outside the monastery, her luscious pubic hair was just as beautiful as her head hair, her scent wafted into my nose and I couldn't hold back any more and I pressed my mouth right against her pussy. 

This caused her to lurch forward and grab my head and push it in deeper, if I wasn't so deeply inbedded I would of sworn she climaxed just from that. I began by licking up and down her labia, occasionally flicking her erect clitoris and as I did this, her moans continued to rise, mixed with gasps as well. 

As I enjoyed myself, I was wondering what the other recruits were doing, which then led to me thinking, 'What if they come back in?' how was I going to explain this? It's not against Order rules, but I think it would be frowned upon. Still, the thought of being discovered only fuelled my pleasure, by now I had found a way to rock the combat blade in my pussy back and forth against the floor, it was the right amount of pleasure and pain and it felt great. 

I could tell Sister Abigail was reaching another crescendo as her moaning became more and more frequent and the amount of honey she was providing from her pussy was increasing. At this point I used my fingers to spread her labia apart and then her vagina, I could see she was a virgin so I decided to press my tongue in as far as I could whilst maintain her virtue. This obviously was enough as her breathing, moaning and gasping was now loud and rapid, so loud in fact I feared the others would hear through the air vents.

As I went faster and faster, she went faster and faster, this caused me to rock my ass back and forth as quickly as I dared. It only took another thirty seconds before I knew she would climax, so I worked myself up to coincide with her orgasm, we'd do this together, as this got closer and closer, I got ready to do my final act, just before she was about to come I quickly switched to her clitoris, and sucked it really hard, it was so erect it was like sucking her nipple.

Her orgasm was great, I felt a slight squirt from her as I continued to suck and I moaned, though muffled, as I too came. I pulled away and Abigail was still shuddering and twitching from what she had just experienced, my body had been taken over with a warm glow, as if you had jumped into a hot spring in the middle of winter.

“Fre-Freyja” she gasped “W..o..w” she finished, she had always been a girl of few words, but I think this summed it up perfectly. However, I wasn't finished, I felt like she had missed out on the penetration side of this encounter. I stood up and removed the combat blade with a slurp as it came out covered in my own honey. I looked at it, then back at the still shell shocked, well, better she gets it now and not in the field, Abigail. I then had an idea “Hey, Sister Abigail” I asked sweetly, “could turn over onto your front please?” I continued. 

“Huh? What? Sorry.... Oh, OK” she did it without question, probably slightly comatose over the events of the last 10 minutes. 

“Could you lift your butt up a bit please?” I asked again in the same sweet voice, hoping for the same effect. 

“Sure, Palatine Freya” she replied, well, she is getting back to her old self pretty quickly I thought. So I decided to ask one more question. 
“Sister Abigail? Has anybody fucked you up the ass?” I asked, smiling and readying the still drenched combat blade. She shook her head. 
“Good” I finished. I quickly pressed the wet combat blade into her anus, the honey of my pussy acting as lube, it slipped in neatly as her spinster muscles closed around the large blade hilt. There was a sharp intake of breath, she lifted her head, her back arching and cried out in pain. I waited. When she had caught her breath, she managed only one word “Please....”

“Please what?” I replied, aroused by how sure I was of her answer.

“Please... fuck me”

I trailed my hands gently from her neck, down her back, then over her ass “Say it”

“Please fuck me in the ass,” she groaned.

I moved in close to stand against her, my body steadying hers. She took a deep breath, and released it raggedly between her clenched teeth as I pushed the combat blade all the way till the I couldn't put it in any more without fear of losing control of it.

“Oh, Emperor,” she shuddered in pain, and then said again, “Oh, Emperor” with something more like surprise. I began to slowly lift the blade up and down, with every motion I'd lift more and more of it out, until it was nearly out, before forcing it in all the way again, each time it was met with a gasp of pain mixed with pleasure and a cry either for one of the blessed Saints of the Emperor himself. 
It was during this that she had moved her left hand between her legs and was mimicking what I had been doing to her earlier, while her right hand was doing the same to her left nipple, while propping her up slightly from the cool table.

I began to increase the pace as I knew our time here was getting to the stage where others would begin to look for Sister Abigail before lights out. As I did this she increased her rubbing of her clitoris, which still maintained its erectness, but soon the pleasure from the blade in her ass was too much and she had to stop and bit her finger to stop screaming out. As she neared climax via anal penetration I began to think on what he had just done and wondered if the Emperor would forgive, deep shame and regret came over me, but as I looked down as saw Sister Abigail and her face in pure ectacy, I knew that as long as we dedicated this to the Emperor, then everything would be fine, and with that, I forced the blade in one last thrust and she called out so loudly I knew the others would of heard.

So, as quickly as we had lost them, we put them back on, or should I say, I put them back on the once again comatose Abigail. Just as I pulled her top down and covered her beautiful body again, then the recruits came in, bolters in hand, thinking there had been an attack. When they asked what had happened, I said we'd be doing extra training with weapons and they fell on her foot.

They seemed to buy this and they turned to walk away, Abigail launched herself at me and embraced me intensely, she said, very quietly, “Thank you Palatine Freya, and thank you Emperor for giving her the strength....” she never finished the sentence as she collapsed into my arms, asleep.



Well, that was over six months ago, I'm still here, training new recruits and following my same training regime. Sister Abigail, or should I say, Sister Superior Abigail, did achieve the promotion, but it was not as clear cut as it was. Where she is now? I do not know, I was ordered to end training of these twenty souls of the Emperor Light and they were dispatched to war zones in nearby sectors, is she still alive? I do not know. Will she come back? I do not know also. All I can do is hope on one thing, and that is The Emperor Protects is loyal subjects, no matter what you do.

 

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