Latex Futa Nuns From Hell Ch. 04

"I suppose not" he admitted, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red.

"Have you ever had a girlfriend, Christopher?"

"No."

"A crush then?"

"Yeah, but I never told her. I was always too shy."

Vicky stalked around him in a circle, groping him gently here and there.

"So, you're a virgin then?"

"Yeah..." he stammered.

"What about porn, Christopher? Surely you've watched some by your age. Found something you fancied?"

"Not really... At home, our only computer was in the family room. My parents didn't get me a phone until I left for seminary. We're not supposed to look at stuff like that."

She stopped in front of him. "Do you always do what your told?"

"Most of the time" he admitted, clearly embarrassed.

Vicky had chosen wisely. She suspected he'd been sheltered, but only in her wildest dreams had she hoped he was this inexperienced. He was perfect. Clay to be molded as she wished.

"I think that's a fine trait in a young man" she assured him as she reached for his collar and began undoing the buttons of his shirt one by one. "Inexperience isn't necessarily a bad thing. In fact, it's often better when a knowledgeable woman shows a young man the ropes."

"The ropes?" he inquired, unfamiliar with the term.

"Normally just an expression" she teased him as she tugged down the top half of his shirt, trapping his arms at his sides. "But for you... there will be actual ropes, later."

Vicky dove inward and kissed him full on the lips, her tongue tunneling into his mouth as her hands clawed at his chest and back. He was already under the influence of her pheromones and her touch, but she wanted to give him a fresh dose to make him compliant as possible.

She kissed him long and deep before breaking away, moving her head to the side and giving his ear a gentle bite. She then slid her tongue into his ear as she grabbed his ass with both hands, squeezing his cheeks hungrily. Christopher began breathing loudly as low moans escaped his lips. He was so distracted by her attentions and his own growing erection that he hadn't noticed the bulge forming in the front of Vicky's black dress.

A loud gurgling sound emitted from Christopher's stomach and Vicky paused.

"Still hungry?" she asked, feigning surprise. "We just had dinner."

"It's strange... I've been so thirsty lately. No matter how much I drink, it doesn't seem to go away."

"Mmmm, I like thirsty boys" she spoke directly into his ear. "And I promise you... in just a little while, you won't even notice it anymore."

She gave his ear another bite and his neck a long lick before turning and striding to the bedside. She grabbed one of her bags, placing it strategically in front of her crotch and returning to her horny new submissive.

"I bought a few things for you while I was out yesterday. I'd really like you to try them on."

"Sure..." he replied in a lust-filled daze. His expression was dreamy as he gazed at Vicky. He might have jumped out the window at that moment if she asked.

Christopher took the bag and looked inside. He saw what appeared to be a pair of elbow length arm gloves, thigh high stockings and panties, all made of shiny, pink latex. Even in his stupor, this took him by surprise.

"You want me to wear... these?!?"

She grabbed his chin and brought her mouth close to his. "Yes, I do." She sealed the deal with another kiss, spearing her tongue into his mouth until he yielded completely. He followed her lead, feeding his own tongue back at her beckoning. After another long, sensual kiss she pulled her lips from his.

"Now be a good boy and get dressed. You will wear nothing but what's in that bag! And while you're changing, I will be too." She winked and flashed him a seductive smile as she trailed her hand up the bulge in his pants.

She nodded towards the bathroom and Christopher needed no further coaxing. He tore his eyes from her only to obey her commands; hurrying to the bathroom and closing the door behind him. He unbuttoned the bottom half of his shirt and tore it off. He quickly unbuckled his pants and left his clothes hanging over the shower curtain.

Christopher pulled off his briefs and tossed them aside before retrieving the latex panties and slowly pulling them up his slender legs. His cock was a turgid six inches as he pulled the cool latex over them, trapping it against his body. He then went to work on the rest of the garments.

The arm length gloves and latex leggings were tight and difficult to squeeze into, but over the next fifteen minutes Christopher stubbornly pulled them over his limbs. The latex felt nice on his bare skin and he examined himself in the mirror, noting immediately how strikingly feminine he looked. Was this what Vicky wanted?

*knock knock knock*

"Cmon out when you're ready!" he heard Vicky call from behind the door. Christopher checked himself again in the mirror before taking a deep breath, grasping the handle and walking out.

There stood Vicky in a latex catsuit, covered from neck to toe in gleaming red. The only opening was at her chest where her cleavage showed prominently. Christopher couldn't think straight. His brain short circuited. The bulge in the front of her suit didn't concern him. He wanted to touch and taste her now. Badly.

"My my, aren't you a treat" Vicky purred as she reached out and stroked him up and down. Christopher had almost no body hair. What little he did have she would remove later. Vicky grew increasingly aroused as it became apparent he was the perfect candidate to be her first sissy slut.

She took him by the hand and led him back to the center of the room. She embraced him once again and they began kissing deeply. This time Christopher returned her gropes, his latex clad arms sliding around her rubber curves and feeling her all over.

After several long moments Vicky stopped and pulled something from her cleavage. "Put your lips together, hun."

Christopher obeyed her immediately; doing his best to keep still as she applied a thick coat of pink lipstick. The glossy substance accentuated the fullness of his lips and matched his shiny attire perfectly.

She tossed the cosmetic behind her and pushed his head down gently. "On your knees, Chrissy."

He lowered himself down gently onto the soft carpet and was confronted directly by the large bulge in her latex suit. Vicky began pulling his hair back into two thick pigtails and wrapping hair ties around them as he stared at her straining member. His thirst intensified along with his libido. His thoughts became scattered and lustful. She was directing his every action and he wanted more of it. He needed it.

"Now then, you're going to make Mommy feel good" Vicky said as she unzipped the front of her suit. Her enormous cock and ample balls plopped into view. "And then Mommy is going to make you feel good. Won't that be nice?"

"Mommy?" he asked, staring at her fat twelve inches of rapidly stiffening cock. The warmth and mustiness radiated from it strongly as it twitched before his face.

"That's right" she replied as she stared down at her femboy slave. "From now on you will address me as Mommy, Mistress or Mistress Vicky. You will alternate between them because it pleases me. Do you understand, Chrissy?"

"Yes Mommy" he answered in earnest.

"Good, now suck me off you slutty little tart."

She pressed her tip to his mouth, pushed it through his painted, pink lips and guided her glans over his tongue. She seized his pigtails with both hands as she glided into his warm, wet tunnel. Vicky was careful not to go too deep at first, happily sawing half of her length in and out of his moist mouth as Christopher learned to accommodate her considerable girth.

His lips smacked delightfully around her shaft as Vicky gripped his head tightly and began fucking his face in steady rhythm. Christopher found the smell and taste of her cock irresistible, sucking and slurping away with abandon.

"Yeah... get that lipstick all over my cock like a good little whore!"

As she began pushing deeper into his throat, Christopher gagged and his survival instincts kicked in. He raised his hands to her legs, pressing on them in panic. Vicky ignored him at first, plowing through his feeble protest and enjoying the lovely sounds his cock stuffed throat was making. As he pressed back harder, she sighed and withdrew from his mouth momentarily.

"Chrissy... place your hands behind your back. You will hold them together until I cum, or you will be punished. Do you understand?"

Christopher took several deep breaths before answering. "Yes Mistress!" He placed his hands behind his back and locked them firmly, determined to do as she instructed.

"Good boy. Now suck! More tongue this time."

Vicky re-entered his phlegm drenched mouth and pressed deeper, her cock slowly disappearing down his throat as his eyes watered. She backed out and pressed forward again, slowly rebuilding her rhythm as pockets of air and spittle erupted from his puffy lips with each thrust. Her fleshy sack swung back and forth, inching ever closer to his chin as she crammed more of her thick cock down his waiting gullet.

Christopher did his best to ignore the gagging sensation and focus on pleasing his new Mistress. He wagged his tongue along the bottom of her cock, applying suction to her shaft each time she pulled back and opening his mouth slightly wider for each thrust. The familiar thirst clawed at his stomach, and he realized, suddenly, that only his well hung Goddess could give him what he needed.

"Ohhh fuck! That's it Chrissy! Good boy!!!"

Vicky became more aggressive and needy, forcefully pulling his face into each of her thrusts. She sank home nearly all of her glistening rod and began spearing it back and forth quickly. Her latex catsuit became increasingly warm, tight and clammy on her skin, creaking audibly as she fucked her slut boy's face with dire need.

Glugging sounds slipped from Christopher's mouth and nose with each frenzied fuck, saliva and pre-cum backing up in his throat and nasal passages. His hands barely held together as she pressed him to take her full, throbbing, length of hot dick.

"OH YEAH!!! OPEN UP FOR MOMMY, SLUT!!! HERE IT COMES!!!"

Vicky face fucked him frantically for several moments before moaning loudly as she bottomed out in his throat. Her balls clenched below his chin as a river of warm goo fired into his sucking cheeks. Christopher could feel her hot flesh pulsing against the walls of his mouth and throat as she dug her gloved hands into his hair and locked his face to her body.

Vicky resumed her face fucking after the first few spurts. Her scrotum slapped his chin wetly as glob after glob of warm, slimy filth slid down his maw like hot tapioca. Her cum was a soothing balm to Christopher's throat and stomach. His thirst began to fade for the first time in days and a feeling of intense satisfaction settled over him as her bucking came to a stop and he sucked down as much of her sweet filth as he could.

The Domina in shiny red sighed happily as she pulled her spit shined weapon from his glossy lips. It exited his mouth with a wet pop, indicating his reluctance to let it go. To her pleasant surprise his hands remained clasped behind his back. She ran her fingers through his blonde locks before grasping his chin and tilting his head up to meet her gaze.

"VERY good Chrissy... You're a natural. And don't you feel better now?"

"Yes, Mistress Vicky" he admitted with a bashful grin.

Vicky eyed him up and down, enjoying the sight of her bitch boy property on his knees. Thick cum and viscous drool glazed his face and chest, making a delightful mess of her new slave. She couldn't wait to dress him in other outfits, but the pink latex accessories were a good start. Vicky could tell he was overwhelmed by his first sexual experience, but it wouldn't be his last tonight. Christopher had no idea the depths of perversion that awaited him or how they would consume his life.

"Soon it will be your turn to feel good!" Vicky announced as she crossed back to her bags, her cock bobbing before her. "Mommy gets thirsty too." She retrieved a condom and a thick leather paddle before turning and placing her hands on her hips. "But first, it's time for a spanking!"

Christopher looked puzzled. "Mistress? I did what you asked..."

"Oh, it's not a punishment" Vicky replied as her smile grew wicked. "I'm just in the mood."

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Father Francis Paul Sullivan

The Church of St. Michael

Austin, TX 78732

To His Excellency, the Most Reverend Thomas James Everson, Bishop of Austin

Dear Bishop Everson,

It was with great sadness that I must report the status of Reverend Mother Helen Louise Delarosa of the Sisters of Guadalupe. The Reverend Mother took ill some two weeks ago and both her physical and mental state have been in steady decline since.

The Reverend Mother refused to eat for days at a time and began to grow paranoid, expressing distrust of many of the Sisters and even myself. We did all that we could to tend to her in her hour of need, but alas, we could not help her. Finally, we were compelled to contact Adult Protective Services out of concern for her health.

When they arrived to check on her, she became manic and hostile. The Reverend Mother ranted about demons, witches and male genitalia as they took her to the hospital. She is currently being cared for at St. David's Medical Center. I am told that once she's in better health, she will be transferred to a state mental ward for long term evaluation.

Helen's only living relative is an estranged nephew. I have written to inform him of her situation.

In the days since the Reverend Mother left us, the Sisters of Guadalupe have held a vote to determine their new Mother Superior. By overwhelming majority in a secret ballot, Sister Jessica Felicita Christiano has been chosen to lead the Sisterhood.

While Sister Jessica is a few years younger than is typically allowed for a Reverend Mother, she meets all other requirements and I can think of no one better suited to lead the Sisters in this difficult time. I give her my highest recommendation and I hope you will grant her your blessing in her new role.

Let us pray for our Reverend Mothers, old and new, and ask that God grant them strength in the coming days.

Sincerely,

Father Francis