Latex Futa Nuns From Hell Ch. 03

"Reverend Mother!" Francis called out with a wave. "What good luck! We were just on our way to see you."

"Is that right?" Mother Superior replied as she came to a stop before them. She eyed Jessica suspiciously, but put on a warm smile for Francis. "Always a pleasure, Father."

Reverend Mother Helen Louise Delarosa was exactly the kind of person you'd expect, based on her title. A medium build woman entering her sunset years wearing a thin pair of glasses and a perpetual scowl. She was tough as nails and ran the Sisters of Guadalupe with strictness bordering on cruelty.

Jessica had not developed a good relationship with her over the years, but they had managed to live together in the convent despite many tense encounters. Until now, that had involved Jessica doing whatever Helen told her to, an arrangement the younger woman couldn't wait to upend.

"Good afternoon Revered Mother" Jessica said with a slight bow. She was rarely so formal, especially with the old crone, but she wanted Helen in as good a mood as possible.

"Yes!" said Francis "I needed to speak with you on a matter of some importance and it concerns Sister Jessica as well."

"Oh? Do tell."

"As I'm sure you're aware, Bishop Everson has made outreach our top priority. If we don't start filling these pews again, St. Michael's isn't long for this world. To that end, I'm beginning a new program to extend our reach into the city. Businesses, sports leagues, community centers and whichever schools will have us! We're going to see what we can do for them in exchange for word-of-mouth and a chance to leave our materials where people can find them."

"I see. And what is this new program called?" the Reverend Mother asked skeptically.

"We don't have an official title just yet. I was thinking of calling it "Bridges to Christ", but Sister Jessica made an excellent point..." Francis answered, gesturing to her.

"It's just, a less overtly religious title might be better. Many people hear "Christ" and immediately run in the other direction" Jessica stated cautiously.

"Yes, there's some truth to that, I suppose" Mother Superior nodded solemnly. "A sad state of affairs indeed."

"So, as you see" Francis continued "Sister Jessica has already shown great insight and I think her aid would really propel this effort! In addition, I'm drowning in paperwork and the church can scarcely afford to hire me an assistant, so with your permission..."

"Say no more Father. You have no idea how many headaches this one has caused me, but perhaps this will be good for her. Maybe she'll even learn some manners in your company! Sister Jessica may assist you in the afternoons and evenings until further notice." Helen held up her index finger as she made her final point, her stony gaze fixed on the young woman. "As long as she keeps up with her morning duties, that is."

Jessica forced herself into a thin smile and another slight nod, desperately trying to look grateful.

"Splendid! Thank you so much Revered Mother" Francis replied as he placed his hands over hers and they shared a mutual bow of respect.

"Don't mention it, Father. Good luck to you."

"Yes, well, I guess we'll be going then! We have a lot of work to do."

"And I'm off to pray" the Abbess replied. "I'll see you later."

Jessica and Francis walked toward the parking lot, both silent until they were well out of ear shot.

"That woman has never seen a dick in her life."

Francis snickered. "Oh cmon, she's not that bad. She's put up with you for this long, hasn't she?"

"Yeah, because she had to" Jessica responded dryly. "You bring everything I told you?"

"I did" he answered plainly.

"Good. I can't wait to get out of here!"

They continued on in silence for a few moments, their shoes clacking on the hot pavement. Then Francis decided it was his turn to be a bit mischievous.

"I wonder what would happen if you pulled up that habit and showed her your true self?"

"She'd have a heart attack and drop dead. Don't tempt me."

Francis belted out a loud laugh, his voice echoing across the church campus with mirth for the first time in months.

"So where are we actually going?"

Jessica turned and looked at him, this time with a genuine smile. "Somewhere fun."

* * * * *

The mocha skinned nun tugged on Francis' leash as she led him through the parking lot in one of Austin's red light districts. They were headed toward the back entrance of a large building. A sign proudly displayed the name of the establishment in shiny black: "The Rubber Room." Jessica had traded the priest collar for his slave collar before they got out of the car and Francis was oozing apprehension.

"What if someone from the parish recognizes us?!?"

Jessica sighed, stopping briefly and turning to him.

"One of your 500 parishioners? In a city of 900,000? Here? In the middle of a week day? Chill, Frankie."

She yanked his leash more harshly, eager to get inside and complete her conquest of her newly minted slave. They walked up some crude concrete steps and slipped in the back door of the dimly lit club. Booming techno music with highly suggestive lyrics assaulted their senses immediately. The thunderous sounds thrummed through the dark hallway as they made their way to reception.

They reached a wide counter area with a woman standing behind it. The sides of her head were completely shaved and a single column of thick, jet black hair ran up her scalp and trailed behind her. Her face was pale white, which made the rings of black mascara and midnight lipstick stand out even more. Her ears, nose and tongue were all pierced.

"Hey! I'm Claire. Welcome to The Rubber Room." The plucky goth woman seemed amused as she scanned the couple. "You guys doing a religious role play thing?"

"Not anymore" Jessica answered as she lifted the veil off her head; her long brown locks tumbling free. "How much for one of your dungeon suites?"

"A hundred and fifty for two hours" Claire responded before blowing and popping a bubble with her bright pink gum.

"Fully equipped?"

"Every toy and device you could want."

"What about clothes?"

"This your first time here?" Claire inquired.

Jessica nodded.

"Normally there's a separate fee, but since this is your first visit, we'll waive it."

"Awesome. You got a catsuit in my size? Maybe some leather boots in 7 1/2 or 8?"

"Easy peasy" she replied.

"What about him?" Jessica asked, pulling on Francis' leash and bringing him to the forefront. "Something full-body in his size? Preferably latex?"

Claire looked him up and down, studying his proportions.

"Yeah, we got a suit in his size, but it was just used. It's still drying out. Haven't had a chance to spot clean it yet."

"That's fine, we'll take it" Jessica said, a glimmer of excitement in her voice.

Claire looked puzzled. "You want a dirty gimp suit that a stranger just wore?"

"The dirtier the better" Jessica responded with a toothy smile.

Francis winced, his face sinking into a noticeable cringe.

* * * * *

"This is so gross." Francis grumbled.

He was hooded and sealed in the black gimp suit, lying face down on a rubber padded bondage horse. His arms and legs had been pulled down and secured to each leg of the sturdy device by the wrist and ankle cuffs Jessica had applied. She had chosen this device out of many in the dungeon because it was already at the perfect height to accommodate her, but there were many more pieces of bondage furniture she looked forward to trying in the future.

"Shut up!" Jessica admonished as she pulled a pair of black latex gloves over her hands. She was similarly sealed from neck to toe in a pale yellow cat suit. She purred in delight as she smoothed the second layer of rubber over her digits. The black leather thigh highs Claire had brought her were a tight fit, but Jessica didn't mind. The gripping sensation just made it even hotter.

As soon as she'd zipped him up in the back, Francis had been sealed in the sweat and filth of some other submissive. Who knows how long that stranger had been in the suit before him, getting fucked, abused and shooting his seed all over. He couldn't think of another time in his life that he'd felt so utterly soiled.

"What if I catch some..."

"Stop complaining or I'll gag you" she cut him off.

"You're going to gag me anyway."

Jessica chuckled; her throaty laughter and footsteps echoing in the cool dungeon. The clacking of stilettos marked her path as she walked around the fuck horse, examining her immobilized slut. Francis eyed the wall before him lined with crops, floggers, ropes, chains, strapons and other toys. He studied the impressive collection until his Mistress strode into view. Jessica's impressive endowment jutted from the opening in her latex suit, her heavy brown sack hanging below it.

She seized her member and began stroking it up and down eagerly, the cool latex gloves feeling heavenly on her hot, naked flesh. She approached him, bringing the tip of her weapon ever closer to his mouth as she leisurely masturbated herself.

"Feeling thirsty yet?"

"Thirsty, Mistress?"

"Hmmm, I guess it hasn't been long enough. You will be soon! And then you'll be begging for it."

She gave his hooded face a playful pat and then turned, making her way to the wall of toys. Jessica examined the trove of naughty implements before selecting a flexible 10 inch cock from the wall. She also fetched a length of chain with clips on each end and the longest strapon harness she could find. The excited Domina made her way back to Francis with a wicked grin, the assortment of toys dangling from her hands.

"This is better anyway. You need training before you take me in your throat again. I didn't even come close to bottoming out. I expect you to do better next time."

"Yes Mistress" he replied, his nervousness building along with his curiosity.

Francis didn't have to wonder what she planning for very long. She inserted the lengthy black dildo into the strapon harness and installed it, base down, just below his face. The fleshy length bent to one side as Jessica pulled the straps around the bottom of the bondage horse; buckling it securely in place. She adjusted the base so it was exactly below his mouth before seizing the shiny shaft and giving his face a few slaps with the cock.

"Alright bitch, I think you know where this goes."

She brought the tip to his mouth and pushed his head down. Six inches of slick rubber dong glided into his maw.

"Keep it in your mouth until I say otherwise."

Francis held still, his saliva already starting to build up along the thick, rubbery shaft as Jessica clicked the length of chain onto the O ring of his collar. She then wound the chain below the horse, brought it back up to his collar, looped it through the O ring and pulled it almost all the way through before clicking it secure. She examined the chain carefully, making sure he had no more than two inches of slack.

"Ok, you may take your mouth off."

Francis pulled his face upward, the phlegmy length beginning to exit his lips until the chain rattled and he was jolted to a stop. There was still four inches of cock lodged in his mouth and he could go no further.

"Perfect!"

Jessica placed her left hand on the top of his head and pushed his latex clad face down firmly. Francis sputtered, grunted and emitted moist gagging sounds as she pressed his lips all the way to the base of the long cock. His eyes bulged and his throat revolted, closing around the rubbery shaft and trying to expel it.

She held his head down for fifteen seconds, forcing him to accept all 10 inches of rubber cock meat as delicious slobbering noises emitted from his cheeks and nose. Finally, she released him and his face slid up the shaft, a small river of viscous phlegm drooling down the shiny latex cock. He gasped for air, his mouth still contending with several inches of gagging penis.

Jessica's cheeks became rosy with giddiness and her cock grew as hard as a steel beam. She said nothing as she walked off, grabbing Francis' bag and rifling through it.

"Ah, there's my snack."

She opened a small plastic bag and extracted the weighty condom. It wasn't full by any means, but it had a nice little bulge, fresh with his seed. She untied the end, rolled it down and dumped its contents into her mouth, devouring the creamy load in seconds.

The rush followed, a combination of soothing balm to her throat and stomach, but a warm, pulsing lust growing through the rest of her body. Her cock, breasts and ass tingled with need and she crossed back to the fuck horse, empty condom in hand. She could feel the latex wrapped around her body even more profoundly now that she'd partaken of male cum. Her only appendage that wasn't trapped in slick warm smoothness was her rock hard fourteen inches and she wanted it in his ass immediately.

She pulled down the zipper at his back passage with excited haste, extracting his cock and balls from the thick gimp suit and sliding the used condom back over his semi-hard prick. Jessica inserted two gloved fingers into his pucker, his pale white flesh ringed with a slight redness. She swirled them around, digging in and out several times before pulling her fingers free and examining them.

"Good. You followed my instructions. You will do that EACH TIME you evacuate yourself. You will be clean as a whistle and ready to be fucked at all times. IS THAT CLEAR?"

"Yeth mithreth" he intoned around the slick rubber invader.

Jessica couldn't wait a second longer. Her body was aching with need as she stepped in behind him and lined her thick brown missile up with his small vanilla rosebud. She pressed in firmly, her fat cock gliding in inch after warm inch with unyielding pressure. As her massive member sank to the halfway mark, Francis started groaning and pulling at his bonds in futility.

*MMMMLLLGGOOOLLMMPPHHHH!!*

Jessica's eyes narrowed and she leaned forward, grabbing the back his hood and pushing fiercely. She plummeted his slut mouth back down all ten inches of slimy latex dick as her own cock burrowed ever deeper into his moist, fleshy tunnel.

"Don't just gag on it, bitch, SUCK IT!"

Francis' arm and wrist cuffs rattled as he pulled on them uselessly, his throat glomming and sputtering as Jessica allowed him to bob upward slightly, then plunged his sucking face back down to the base of the strapon.

"Do you know what this is Frankie? This is YOUR LIFE, NOW. COCK 24/7!"

She released his head and his mouth glided upward, globs of sticky filth running down the spit shined shaft as he slobbered and retched.

"And you love it, don't you?"

*SMACK*

The sudden painful swat to his ass caught Francis by surprise; so focused he'd been on trying to inhale oxygen around ten inches of spongy rubber dick.

"YETH MITHRETH."

"SAY YOU LOVE IT!!"

"IILUUBBIIIIIIIII!"

Jessica delivered several more stinging swats to his latex covered cheeks, then grabbed his hips forcefully and began pumping her fat phallus into him hard and fast. She plowed him with increasing hunger, a bit more of her impossibly thick length sinking in deeper with each thrust.

His asshole stretched painfully around her girth, the sex crazed shemale determined to bury every inch of her glistening rod into his warm, welcoming hole. Jessica closed her eyes and began moaning loudly as she tunneled ever deeper. Every inch of her shaft tingled with growing pleasure as she took her slave brutally.

After a long stretch of frenzied fucking Jessica finally sank her cock all the way home, her fat brown orbs pressing harshly against his smaller white sack. Her bucking came to a stop as she sighed gleefully. She kept her staff buried in him as his tormented pucker slowly grew used to her full insertion. She grabbed his head once more and pushed his face down the increasingly sloppy rubber length.

*GHHHMMMMPPLLLMMMIIIMBILLLUUUUKKK*

Jessica held his face down, her enormous rubber clad breasts pressed into his back as she made small circular motions with her hips; stretching his ass further with her considerable girth.

"How's that feel Frankie? I think this is what they call "air tight." This is your first time, but it sure as hell won't be your last!"

She released his hood and began sawing in and out of his well abused asshole with extreme need. Wet gagging noises spurted from Francis' throat and mouth; his neck muscles tiring from the exertion of trying to hold his head at the top of the sizable dong.

Jessica's moans transformed into wails of pleasure. She fucked her bound slave so hard that the bondage horse began jolting and inching across the floor. Her bloated sack smacked into Francis' scrotum with each powerful thrust.

"Gonna fill you up slut! Take it!! OH GOD! YESSSSSSS!!"

Jessica screamed in orgasm as her throbbing member exploded in his ass. Francis grunted loudly as copious streams of hot yogurt blasted into his depths with each impassioned thrust. The climax crazed Domina groped, clawed and spanked him furiously, assaulting his back and flanks as she continued thrusting and cumming into her immobilized cock sleeve. Thick jizzum spurted from his ass, coating Jessica's lower body and drizzling all over the floor.

As she continued spearing his well stretched fuck hole, Francis felt his own body betray him. His prostate tingled with each sloppy thrust until his body shook in orgasm. Francis quivered in his latex prison and pulled at his leather bonds. He moaned around the cock still lodged in his throat as his rock hard member shot gobs of thick paste into the greasy pre-used condom. His pleasurable muffles grew louder as Jessica fired the last of her god-like load into his blown out bottom.

Jessica's thrusts slowly came to a stop, the mocha Dominatrix panting slightly from her long exertion. She was still glowing with orgasm as she pulled her swollen cock from his cum slathered hole. She felt herself all over, groping her breasts, thighs and ass through the lovely cat suit and savoring the wave of ecstasy channeling through her latex wrapped body.

As her high began to fade, she reached down and stroked Francis' cock, giving him some small relief from the pounding he'd just taken. She trailed her hand downward and felt the warm pocket of spunk in the bottom of the condom.

"Mmmmm, you just came with me Frankie... You really are just a little butt slut, aren't you?"

Francis bellowed a series of affirmative grunts around his cock gag.

"I bet you want me to come unhook that thing from your mouth, don't you?"

"Yeth miththreth!"

"Just one problem..." she proclaimed as she pulled the warm, cream filled sleeve from his shrinking dick. "As soon as I drink this, I'll be ready to go again."

* * * * *

After a long hour of debauchery Jessica sat on the "royal throne", a luxury chair that was another fixture of the dungeon. It had a trap door that allowed one to bind their submissive below the chair and sit on their face, but Francis wasn't under it. He had earned his rest and Jessica had parked him on a leather ottoman at the base of her lofty seat.

She had removed his hood but left him locked in the gimp suit for now. They would have to undress and get ready to leave soon, but for the moment they could relax and enjoy the afterglow. His leash rested on the side of the throne as Jessica pulled a pack of cigarettes from her bag and lit one up. She hadn't enjoyed the soothing rush of nicotine in many years.

Francis looked up at his commanding, cat-suited Goddess. Her expression was one of pure satisfaction as she crossed her booted legs. She inhaled deeply and gazed down at her collared slut.