Latex Futa Nuns From Hell Ch. 05

It was a lovely morning as the sun crested the horizon at Stedman Farms. Margaret Stedman looked out the main window of the kitchen as she sipped her morning coffee. It was late autumn, but it was still fairly warm out. This time of year it rarely dropped below 70 degrees Fahrenheit and even during the Texas winter, going below 60 was rare.

The recent rains had turned the farm grounds into a sticky, muddy mess. Normally that would create difficulty while working with horses and other animals, but there weren't many animals left on Stedman Farms. Very soon, there would be none at all. The metamorphosis of the estate was well underway and it was already serving a different purpose than raising animals and staple crops.

Margaret heard heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. They approached her from behind, work boots clomping on the hardwood floors. Soon, the arms of her husband slid around her and she smiled deeply. She spoke to him without turning.

"Good morning, Harold."

"Good morning, wife."

Harold planted gentle kisses on her neck as he felt her curves up and down. Margaret's cheeks grew red as he lavished her with attention. His hands felt wonderful through her frilly frock top and long cotton skirt. She rubbed her ass back on his body, her arousal increasing steadily.

"Someone's hungry this morning!" She turned to face her broad shouldered man. He was wearing his usual overalls and plaid shirt. A wide grin accompanied them. "Or should I say thirsty?"

"I'm always thirsty for you, wife."

"That's good, because..." she pointed down at the bulge poking from the outline of her skirt. "I reckon you need to take responsibility for this."

Harold lowered himself to his knees, only too eager to comply. Margaret pulled up her dress and her sizable cock flopped into view. She rarely wore panties anymore. Most of her underwear no longer fit and all it did was get in the way of her fun.

Her thick, musty phallus was at least twice as long as Harold's; a fact she loved to remind him with regularity. He placed his hands gently on her legs as his mouth met the tip of her fleshy weapon and he began to envelop it slowly. Margaret placed her hands on her hips, letting out a low moan as he began blowing her in earnest. The end of her skirt dropped over Harold and his head could be seen bobbing back and forth through the thin material.

So much had changed in the weeks since Sister Evelyn had visited the farm for the first time. In recent years their sex life had been boring at best and non-existent for long stretches. They were well into middle age, but the farm was barely keeping them afloat and the demands of their business had grown too much for them to bear. It had put a strain on their relationship, but everything had changed for the better since they entered their new arrangement with the Sisterhood.

Margaret had been shocked by her transformation, but it wasn't long before apprehension gave way to delight. In addition to buying the farm, the Sisterhood had agreed to let them remain as part-time caretakers and pay them a stipend that would be more than enough to live on. Harold, who had never shown an ounce of submissive inclination in his life, or even a tolerance for Margaret's attempts to spice things up in the bedroom, now couldn't go a day without sucking her dry.

She had discovered an intoxicating new authority, skyrocketing libido, and a husband who happily entertained her every sexual fantasy. It was a dream come true, even if it took a form she never would have imagined.

As Harold slid his mouth to the halfway point of her rapidly hardening erection, Margaret seized his head and began pressing herself deeper into his throat. With each sputter and gag she relented slightly, careful not to overwhelm her thirsty man-whore. Harold was a long way from being able to deep throat her to the base, but she would get him there eventually. All it would take is lots of practice.

"Hey mom! How long till breakfast?" a voice called down the stairs.

Margaret's eyes went wide and she froze. She hadn't realized Dylan was awake. Harold halted his ministrations and ducked out from under her skirt. He stood and wiped his saliva and pre-cum slick lips with his sleeve. He turned, relieved to see that Dylan hadn't come charging down the stairs as he so often did.

"Ummmm, give me fifteen minutes, then come down for eggs and toast!" Margaret yelled up the staircase.

"Alright!" came the reply, followed by the sound of Dylan's bedroom door closing.

Margaret breathed a sigh of relief before turning back to Harold.

"You hungry?"

"No, just thirsty" he replied sheepishly.

"Well, get out there and get the morning work done before Miss Evelyn arrives. If she or the other Sisters want to feed you, they have my permission."

"Yes, wife" Harold said, tipping an invisible hat before turning and heading for the door.

"It's Mistress now, Harry! You best get used it."

"Yes, Mistress!" he called over his shoulder with a chuckle.

Margaret grimaced as she watched him exit to the yard. She would need to get creative with some bondage and corporal punishment until Harold learned proper respect.

Within seconds she flew into Mom mode. She cracked open some eggs, poured them into a mixing bowl and whisked away. As she prepared breakfast, her thoughts turned to her son. She had no idea how Dylan would take the news once he learned of her transformation. It was the one worry still nagging her as life, in all other respects, had become carefree.

Like many young men his age, Dylan had graduated from college but hadn't yet found a good full-time position in two years of searching. Until now, he'd worked a series of odd jobs and helped out on the farm. He'd had a few girlfriends during that time, none of which Margaret liked very much. The last one almost convinced him to move to New York with her. Margaret would've hated that, but thankfully their relationship had ended.

She didn't want her beautiful boy to go far away. In truth, Margaret didn't like him seeing any woman that she didn't vet first. Maybe he didn't have to leave. Maybe he could stay on the farm with his family and the Sisterhood, where he belonged.

Her dreams had grown sexual and very intense on a nightly basis. In them, it wasn't just Harold that Margaret found herself dominating. She knew it was wrong. Or, whatever vestige of her old sense of morality that remained told her it was wrong, but she didn't care. The lust burned within her and she loved her son so very much.

Margaret dumped the bowl of whisked eggs into the frying pan. As it started to sizzle, she crossed the kitchen to her hanging purse. She dug around in it until she found one of the XL condoms she'd purchased at the sex store in town.

The well endowed matron moved back to the stove and started tending the eggs again. She chopped, stirred and scrambled them up until they were mostly cooked, then turned the heat down. She tore the condom open with lustful haste, reached below her skirt and slid the latex sheath over her stiffening cock. Her erection had flagged a bit while she cooked, but thinking of her dreams and what the future might hold for Dylan caused blood to rush back to her meaty rod.

She leaned against the counter and began stroking herself back and forth. She pictured Harold and Dylan both hogtied and gagged as she took turns fucking their slutty asses. She imagined Dylan being spit-roasted by two of the Sisters as she watched in rapture.

Her latex-wrapped monster throbbed as she worked her hand up and down feverishly. Within seconds, the point of no return was reached. She bit her tongue as her climax hit, half-moaning and gasping as viscous, creamy ejaculate rushed into the condom. The end of it ballooned with her copious ejections, a thick pocket of cum forming as she threw her head back and jacked herself to completion.

She rested only a few moments before realizing she was running out of time. Margaret turned, retrieved her spatula and stirred the eggs some more, making sure they were hot and ready. She scooped the eggs onto a plate and let them sit for a moment as she pulled the condom off her slowly deflating cock.

Margaret poured her semen carefully over the mounds of eggs until not a drop more could be wrung from the latex sheath. She retrieved a fork and began stirring and mashing the eggs up some more, hiding any visible trace of the secret ingredient. Her work complete, she moved to the trash and plunged the condom and its wrapper far into the garbage so the evidence wouldn't be visible.

"DYLAN! BREAKFAST IS READY! COME AND GET IT!"

Margaret set the plate on the table along with a fresh fork and a glass of orange juice. Seconds later she heard Dylan tromp down the stairs. Her pride and joy burst into view and he immediately sat down to eat. Thick brown hair, sparkling blue eyes; a young man any woman would be lucky to have as her own.

"Thanks Mom. I'm starving! Where's the toast?"

"Oh! I'm sorry!" She recoiled in embarrassment, moving quickly to grab the bread and throw some slices in the toaster. "Got a lot on my mind, I guess."

Dylan had a fork-load of eggs in his mouth as he replied. "No problem."

She crossed her arms below her breasts, watching him eat in silence. It wasn't long before her mind wandered into carnal territory again. Her impulses turned licentious and she was powerless to stop them. Her heartbeat quickened and her face went flush. As she watched her son devour his breakfast, she knew that all would be right with the world very soon.

"Wow! These taste even better than usual! What did you put in them?"

Margaret smiled, her eyes beaming at her only child. "Nothin but love, darlin."

* * * * *

The shiny rubber of Jessica's latex habit creaked and stretched as she strode down the convent hall. She entered the administrative section of the main building and passed the office that had once belonged to Helen. It was hers now and the nameplate on the desk read "Mistress Superior - Jessica F. Christiano."

The glossy latex of her new outfit felt immaculate on her skin. Rather than a robe that flowed to her feet, the clingy rubber ended in a short skirt. It was cut just low enough to hide her impressive appendage, but not the bulge it created. Jessica had taken to wearing no undergarments. The tight rubber on her breasts, ass and cock kept her in a near constant state of arousal. Her gleaming black boots traced her legs nicely, the latex climbing to just above her knees.

Jessica had initially planned to banish the habit from her wardrobe, but upon reflection, thought better of it. Wearing it would remind her and the Sisters where they came from. The rubbery habit, adorned with no religious iconography and with all modesty removed, would be a symbol of their progress. There would never again be a dress code enforced upon her Sisters, but every woman in the order would have latex nun attire to wear if they wished. It would be the second gift each new member received.

She reached the end of the hallway and turned into the conference room to find her leadership staff waiting for her. Each of the women had adopted a fashion style of their own, often corresponding with their new positions.

Victoria, now Headmistress of Finance, was wearing a latex habit not dissimilar to Jessica's, but her body was adorned in gleaming red. Red had always been Vicky's color, matching her fiery hair and passionate personality. She had been denied the chance to wear red for so many years and now she was making up for lost time.

Behind her was Christopher, a leather leash leading from his collar to her hands. He was sealed in a light blue latex bodysuit from head to toe with a black stripe that flowed down the center and covered its locked zipper. His hands and feet were sealed in black latex mitts and short, black leather boots. His rubber hood was adorned with pointy cat ears and a tail hung from his ass where a thick plug was lodged deeply in his pucker.

Jessica had seen Christopher around campus with Vicky, but hadn't gotten to know him well, yet. Victoria kept him locked in her dorm most of the time. She'd been reluctant to share her first slave with the convent until today.

Abigail, Headmistress of Security, stood at attention, looking every bit the stern Dominatrix in her leather coat, leather pants and leather boots. There wasn't an inch of her body not covered in shiny black, save for her fair face. Her shoulder length raven hair tumbled down from an officer's cap and she held her hands behind her back; a sturdy crop fixed in her grip. Her expressions rarely revealed it, but Abigail was having the time of her life.

Evelyn, Headmistress of Personnel, felt like she was home again. She'd grown up on a farm and now she was managing one that was way more fun than any cattle ranch or dairy could hope to be.

A brown leather mini vest framed her torso and was matched in color by the classic "cattleman" hat sitting atop her wavy blonde locks. A white, open neck shirt surrounded the outer half of her breasts and pushed most of her cleavage into view; the garment tied just under her enormous mounds. Elbow length reddish-brown gloves covered her hands and forearms, indicating she was ready to handle tools or difficult men with ease. Her midriff was exposed, leading down to a thick leather belt and blue jeans that were almost completely covered by leather chaps. Leather tassels trailed down the outside of both legs, leading to her ranch style boots.

Evelyn had always been on the plump side, but since being gifted her stomach had shrunk considerably. Her youth was rapidly returning and she was well on her way to becoming the most eye catching version of her curvy self. Sisters and slaves alike had taken to calling her "Stable Mistress Evelyn", a title she liked better than her official one.

"Good morning Sisters!" Jessica called out as she made her way to the head of the conference table. As she turned and set her things down, she noticed there was one more person in attendance. Vivian, the Sister whom Evelyn had recommended to join the council.

Vivian was wearing an elegant two piece latex dress that showed off her curves powerfully. The black upper half of the rubber garment barely held up her massive, ebony breasts. Below her cleavage it transitioned into radiant blue latex that ended in a shiny loin cloth hanging between her strong thighs.

Her bare arms and legs were well toned and shone with healthy vitality. Luscious jet black hair hung all around her head in elegant waves. A bit of light blue eye shadow was the only makeup Vivian had applied. The dominant diva had little need for cosmetics.

She looked completely different than the last time Jessica had seen her many weeks ago. Somehow, her transformation seemed even more dramatic than the other Sisters.

"Oh, Vivian! You're already here! Good. I wasn't going to make you wait outside. Since you're about to join this council, there's no reason you shouldn't sit in on our meeting."

Vivian offered a slight bow. "Thank you, Mistress Superior."

"Please, everyone, get comfortable" Jessica said, gesturing to the seats around the table. Vicky slid into the chair to Jessica's right with her slut-boy in tow. Abigail and Evelyn took up her left flank while Vivian sat at the other end of the long conference table.

Jessica sat and began speaking for Vivian's benefit, her eyes locking on the eager ebony temptress.

"We hold these council meetings twice a week to guide the development of this convent. How much longer we'll be calling it a "convent", I don't know. We're still working on the re-branding."

Vivian nodded. Many of the Sisters had been wondering what the future held for the Sisters of Guadalupe now that so much had changed. She was getting a peek behind the curtain and already liked what she was seeing.

"Vicky" Jessica said, turning to her red latex Sister "How are our finances?"

"Good and getting better! Our income from initiate tribute has already surpassed what church services bring in. Buying new uniforms for the Sisterhood put a small dent in our bankroll, but we're doing fine at the moment. Once we institute the tithing program for full members, we'll be sitting pretty."

"Excellent. On that note, it's time to choose what the initial tithing rate will be. Ten percent is traditional and I think that's a good place to start."

"Reasonable" Vicky agreed with a nod.

"Pffft, at least fifteen or twenty! These pigs can afford it" Abigail scoffed.

"Oh cmon Abby" Evelyn scolded her. "Ten percent of someone's income ain't no chump change! Give em time to adjust."

"Ten percent to start" Jessica said, shifting her gaze to Abigail. "We can always raise it later if we wish. All in favor?"

Jessica, Vicky and Evelyn raised their hands with a reluctant Abigail finally joining them.

"Carried. Francis has performed good service by keeping the masses going, but I want it brought to an end as soon as possible. This is no longer a Catholic institution and that's not how we're going to make our money. Which brings me to the next issue..."

Jessica leaned backed and composed herself. "When we finally split with the church, that's when we have to start worrying about who owns this property. Before that happens, we need to extend our reach. Abigail..."

She turned to her leather clad enforcer again. "I want you to start sending Sisters out to seed local law enforcement, county government, city government and the Bishop's office. I want influence in all those places. Once we have some thirsty boys in positions of authority, it will be a lot easier to protect our mission and our home."

Abigail nodded. "It will be done."

"I know it's a lot to ask you to run local security AND a spy division, but I want to keep operational knowledge to a trusted few at the moment."

"Campus security is no problem while we're this small. As we grow, things will get more complicated. I recommend that for every ten new Sisters that join us, we dedicate one to local security and two to expanding our influence."

"Sounds good to me" Jessica concurred. "Vicky, Evelyn?"

They both nodded.

"Carried. I trust you and Evelyn to work out the selection process. And speaking of personnel..."

She turned to Evelyn, eyebrows raised.

"Have their been any more desertions?"

"No. Just the four we already know of. The rest of the Sisters have remained and almost all of them are adjusting well. I'm keeping an eye on the stragglers."

Jessica leaned back again, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she stared at the table. "I hope for their sake, the ones who left are keeping a low profile and coping with their thirst. I don't want anyone else to end up like Helen."

Her eyes darted back to Evelyn. "It's not a priority, but continue your efforts to track them down and get in contact with them. Let them know they're welcome back any time."

Evelyn nodded. "Of course."

"Initiates?" Jessica quizzed.

"Fifteen more. Our numbers continue to tick up each week. We lose some whenever a wife or girlfriend is gifted, but the single men will keep coming back. I imagine we'll have at least fifty enroll in the first week when we offer full membership."

"A strong start" Jessica said with a grin. "Which brings me to our newest member..."

Vivian straightened her posture, happy to be called upon at last.

"Evelyn tells me you've embraced our new ways very enthusiastically. You've collared two men already?"

"Yes, Mistress Superior. In truth, they barely satisfy me. I'm hoping to collar a third soon."

"You're in luck, then. For now, you'll be second in charge at the stables. You're going to meet many eager submissives there. In time, you'll be given your own post. We have plans to implement many more facilities once we break with the diocese. Until then, you'll gain invaluable experience working with Mistress Evelyn. You can start with her today."