Latex Futa Nuns From Hell Ch. 05

Vivian smiled and offered another bow. "Thank you Mistress Superior. I will endeavor to serve the Sisterhood well."

"I have every confidence you will" Jessica replied as she began to stand. "With that, this meeting is adjourned! And not a moment too soon because I am dying for a rut..."

As Abigail, Evelyn and Vivian stood, Jessica reached out to Vicky and was handed Christopher's leash. She yanked it sternly and the demure latex slave stumbled out from behind his Mistress. Jessica laughed menacingly as she pulled the coy cat-boy into her orbit.

"Hello there young man. It's about time we got acquainted, don't you think?"

"Y-Yes Mistress Superior" the boy stammered, clearly intimidated by the dark skinned Domina.

"Awww, aren't you cute. Are you thirsty Christopher?"

"Yes Mistress!" he answered as Jessica began pushing him down on his knees.

"He hasn't been fed today" Vicky chimed in, leaning back in her chair and placing her hands behind her head. "He's ravenous."

"That's good" Jessica purred as she placed the slight young man directly in front of the bulge in her shiny costume. "Mistress Superior has exactly what you need."

Jessica hiked up her latex skirt and her fat brown schlong and heavy balls flopped into view. Her erection was pulsing hot, stiffening rapidly and reeked of pre-cum and rubber. It was a combination of scents Christopher had grown accustomed to, having lived with Vicky for several weeks now. It was the sheer size of Jessica's member that caused his eyes to go wide.

"Alright slut-boy, get to work!" she announced, pressing the tip of her thick phallus to his painted mouth. She pushed it between his pink, glossy lips and began pressing her hips forward insistently. "I'm not at full mast, but I'm sure you can fix that."

As Christopher began slurping away on her meaty shaft, Jessica noticed Evelyn and Vivian chatting as they prepared to leave. "Not going to stick around for the fun?" she called out.

"Nah, we gotta get going" Evelyn responded with a hint of disappointment. "New initiates will be at the stable soon. Another time!" The two amazons waved their goodbyes before walking out.

"Oh well. I guess Christopher will just have to make due with two fat cocks!" Abigail interjected as she strolled towards the pair.

Jessica gripped the cat ears of his hood firmly and began thrusting more of her glistening brown pole into his sucking maw. Christopher sputtered as Abigail pulled his arms behind his back and quickly slapped a pair of handcuffs around his wrists tightly. Her crop sang out, switching against his latex covered bottom several times.

"AWWGHHHUUWAHH! GUUUWAAHHHH!"

He gasped around Jessica's girth as spit and pre-cum began oozing from his lips and sliding down his latex suit. He could do nothing but yank his locked wrists against each other as the towering Goddesses fucked his face and punished his ass.

"That's it, bitch. Get it nice and lubed. You know where it's going next."

Jessica shafted his mouth for several minutes, pulling Christopher's face ever closer to her hips as Abigail stung his buttocks with her leather crop.

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Satisfied that her cock was fully engorged, Jessica pulled her spit lubed weapon from his mouth with a loud slurp. The look in Christopher's eyes was one of utter desperation.

"Wait! I'm so thirsty!"

Jessica grabbed his left arm, ignoring his plea and standing him up quickly. She spun him around and bent him over in one smooth motion before pulling down the zipper to his back passage. She yanked the butt plug free from his ass, tossing the heavy toy aside by its fluffy tail.

"PLEASE! I need your cum! In my tummy!!"

Jessica thrust into him powerfully. Her rock hard mega cock split his lily white pucker even wider than the butt plug had. Half of her fat phallus glided into his glorious, fleshy walls. Jessica sighed in pure pleasure as she dug her fingers into his latex hips.

"AHHHHHHHH!!"

*SMACK*

His cry of pain was cut short by a blow from Abigail's leather glove. His vision cleared to find another fat cock being shoved in his face, the woman in head-to-toe leather making it clear what his new task was.

"Relax slut! Your belly is going to be nice and full before we're done with you."

Abigail shoved her thick, peach-toned phallus deep into mouth. It glided along his wet tongue to the entrance of his throat. She grasped the back of his head and pulled firmly, his lips sliding all the way to the base of her cock. He could smell the heavy leather of her costume and taste her musky scent as she began fucking his mouth in earnest, her sizable scrotum smacking into the bottom of his chin with each impalement.

Vicky moaned in pleasure as she watched two colleagues spit-roast her beautiful slave boy. Jessica's thrusts grew more fierce, rocking Christopher's latex locked body with each powerful plunge into his waiting boy cunt. He gagged and slurped on Abigail's cock as she kept it lodged in his throat in between long stretches of forceful face fucking.

Victoria's hand flew up and down her rock hard erection. As she watched her collared Chrissy cat get the air-tight treatment, her pleasure began to spike. Although she was merely a spectator, the Mommy Domme in red would be the first to cum.

* * * * *

"She's really something, isn't she?"

Vivian posed the question as she and Evelyn made the short drive to the farm. Mr. Stedman had been kind enough to lend the Sisterhood a truck so they wouldn't have to walk every time they visited the stables.

"She certainly is" Evelyn responded as she guided the wheel of the old vehicle. "I had my doubts about her at first, but they went up in smoke. She's a force to be reckoned with."

"I've had doubts too" Vivian admitted. "Not about her, specifically, but about all this, at first. You have to admit, it's a drastic change."

"I suppose, but perhaps drastic is what we needed after so long without change."

Vivian had heard this before. Even if it were true, it wasn't the same as an explanation.

"But whence cometh the change? Do you really think God could be responsible for this?"

Evelyn thought for a moment as she turned onto the side road leading to the farm.

"If God didn't want this to happen, I reckon it wouldn't be happening. Besides, we've been reading about miracles all our lives. Now one happens in our midst and we're supposed to, what, deny it? Turn away? Not use the new tools we've been given? No, Sister. We're on the path."

Vivian nodded. "You have a point."

They were indeed on the path, and right now it led to a stable full of thirsty, increasingly submissive men. Her future had never seemed brighter and Vivian felt the last nagging whispers of protest fade into the recesses of her mind.

* * * * *

Robert paced back and forth, his stomach wincing in protest. Like the other five men in the room he'd been re-directed from the convent and told to head to the waiting room at Stedman Farms. It was a double wide trailer not far from the stables that looked like it had been used as an office until recently. Now it was re-fitted for the Sisterhood's purposes and it contained tables, chairs, a magazine rack; the usual things you'd expect in a waiting room along with a small kitchen area and some vending machines.

One notable difference was the strong box at the entrance. A heavy, bulky metal safe that was bolted to the floor and featured a single slot through which it received envelopes. Only the key holder, Stable Mistress Evelyn, would be able to open it and retrieve its daily tributes.

Robert had gotten to know Mistress Evelyn intimately. It was she that had approached him and told him that his new thirst could be sated, but only at the Sisters of Guadalupe. It was there he had sucked his first cock and done so willingly. It puzzled him to think about it, but Robert had never felt more relieved than after the curvy Domina had fired her hot, creamy load down his tightly packed throat.

It was a shocking change for Robert. Until recently, he'd never had a deviant tendency or submissive bone in his body. His sex life had been thoroughly vanilla and he'd been satisfied with it, if not with the frequency he found new partners. Now his dreams were wild and full of longing to be bound, beaten and taken. Those dreams bled into his waking hours and with every day that passed, he craved it more. Craved the debauchery and needed the cum.

He could hear the pained stomach growls of the other men in the waiting room. Evidently, he was not the only one who had undergone these changes. He thought about querying the others about their experiences, but nobody wanted to talk and he expected they would all have a similar story. There was no explanation. There was only a new reality. The powerful urges and cravings that tore at their minds, overwhelmed their will and mandated obedience to the mysterious, well endowed nuns.

Robert glanced at his watch, his body trembling with need and anticipation. Ten more minutes to go. Ten minutes that would feel like an eternity.

* * * * *

The trailer door opened and Evelyn and Vivian stepped in. Many of the sisters had arrived and were chatting up the men in the waiting area. Evelyn did a quick count of the men before unlocking the strong box and making sure the correct number of envelopes were deposited within. She then re-locked the safe and motioned for Vivian to follow her.

"There, that guy in the corner. Dark hair, medium height and build. That's Robert. We'll take care of him today."

Vivian studied him up and down as they approached. "Hmmm, not bad. Kinda cute."

Robert looked simultaneously relieved and anxious as the curvy Goddesses approached him.

"Hello Robert. What did you bring me today?" Evelyn asked with a smile.

"Two hundred dollars Mistress" he said, nodding toward the strong box. "I hope that's enough?"

He'd paid the minimum. Evelyn would expect a generous gratuity next time. "I reckon that'll do..." she answered, placing her hands on her wide hips and looking at him sternly. "For now."

The buxom Stable Mistress turned to address the room.

"Sisters! Mistress Vivian and I will take this one. Divide the rest amongst yourselves. Have fun! And don't forget to place your milking sleeves in the cooler before you go!"

Most of the Sisters were wearing their latex habits, but several appeared in other elaborate forms of Domina garb. They began grabbing up the men, collaring them and leading them out the back entrance of the trailer. There were two or three grinning Femdoms for each timid submissive in waiting.

Evelyn moved behind Robert, pulling a studded leather collar around his neck and buckling it firmly. She clicked the metal clasp of a thick leather leash to the O-ring on the front of his collar and gave it a firm tug to test its strength.

"Alright Robbie! Ready for your first day of training?"

"Yes Mistress..."

"Good boy."

Evelyn delivered a hearty smack to his ass and strode forth. She and Vivian headed out of the trailer, pulling Robert behind them at a brisk pace.

They made the short walk through the muddy yard to the stables and entered the large wooden beam building. Most of the unpleasant smells that typically lingered in such a place had been cleared out along with the horses. As they walked through the rows of stable stalls, all that was left was wood, straw and mud.

Evelyn and Vivian's boots squished in the muck. The sounds of other Sisters preparing their new pony slaves could be heard all around. Laughter, smacking and taunting echoed in the background as Evelyn led them to their destination.

They turned into a large stall that had several pieces of bondage equipment, a suspension system and a rack of leather harnesses, toys and restraints. Robert's eyes opened in shock, betraying that he'd never participated in anything like this. Nevertheless, he couldn't deny that the scene, along with the bulges in the outfits of the two hung amazons, was causing blood to rush to his cock.

"It's not as well outfitted as I'd like, but we're still gettin started" Evelyn spoke, gesturing to the equipment.

Vivian nodded in approval. "Looks like a pretty good start to me."

Evelyn seized a riding crop from the rack, turned and pointed it at Robert. "Strip! Every piece of clothing and your shoes." She then pointed her implement of pain at a bale of hay near the wall. "You can leave your things there."

Robert did as he was told. Evelyn watched him disrobe and laid down the law.

"As long as you are a guest here, you will not be permitted to wear clothes. You will only be allowed to wear this!" She gestured to one of the full body harnesses on the rack. It had thick leather straps that would buckle around a man's chest, legs and shoulders, but leave him completely naked otherwise.

"If you are lucky enough to become a full member of this institution, the sisters will maintain a wardrobe for you and you will be allowed to wear clothes here and at our other facilities. What you will wear on a given day is up to your Mistress, of course."

Robert gulped. His nerves were spiking, but so was his arousal. He was buck naked in a horse stable and he couldn't believe that he was getting erect so easily. All she was doing was dictating terms to him.

"My my" Vivian piped up, catching sight of his turgid penis. "Someone's eager!"

"Awww, Robert's a little on the small side" Evelyn teased him, pointing at his hard five-incher with her crop. Her mocking expression slid into a lascivious leer. "That's alright. We take all shapes and sizes here."

Vivian walked to Evelyn's side, her hand reaching down and tracing the thick bulge in the front of her latex loincloth. "Yeah, don't feel bad... You boys can't all be gifted like us."

The women shared a laugh and Evelyn nodded toward the body harness. They moved in unison to retrieve it from the rack and brought it to their anxious captive. Within minutes they had buckled, fastened and tightened the elaborate leather contraption around all his limbs. The straps met at an O-ring on his chest.

Evelyn pulled some leather mitts, leather footies, a head harness and a thick leather mouth bit from the rack, handing the mitts to Vivian as she made her way back.

"You will wear these at all times when on stable grounds."

The two Dominas wasted no time locking his hands in the fingerless leather pads and his feet in the thick leather pouches.

"And last, but not least, this will be fixed in your mouth until feeding time."

They tightened the web of leather straps and buckles around his face, fixing the thick, tubular leather bit into his open mouth and locking it to both sides of the head harness. Robert's teeth bit into the soft leather and the taste of it slid to the back of his throat along with his drool. It was at this moment he truly began to feel like a "pony slave." Robert's cock had never been so hard in his life. His body tingled and his cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.

Evelyn looked him up and down, double checking that he was ready.

"You will not be fed until you've been milked at least three times. Do you understand?"

"Yeth mithreth" he said with a nod.

"Good, now turn around and put your hands on the wall. Palms flat, ass out, legs spread."

As he got into position, Evelyn pulled a condom from the pouch in her vest, opened it and began sliding it down Robert's jutting member.

"Mistress Vivian, if you could provide a little discipline while I give Robert his first milking... Use whichever implement you like."

"With pleasure" she responded, walking to the rack and retrieving a mean looking bullwhip.

Evelyn's eyebrows rose. She typically broke new ponies in gently, but it seemed like Vivian had other ideas.

"Alright slave, you are to count the strokes" Evelyn instructed him.

*WHIPCRACK*

The thick leather of the whip bit into Robert's left ass cheek and caused him to chomp down firmly on the leather bit.

"Her strokes. Not mine."

"ONNMMPHH!" he muttered through the thick gag.

*WHIPCRACK*

"TOOOOMPH!"

Evelyn began to slide her hand up and down his latex wrapped pole. The heat of his member was evident even through her leather glove.

*WHIPCRACK*

"PPHHRREEE!!"

*WHIPCRACK*

"PHHOOOUURRARRGHGHH!"

The curvy Stable Mistress slid her hand up and down his shaft at a steady pace, staring at him as his eyes blinked open and closed in response to the pain.

*WHIPCRACK WHIPCRACK*

"FIIIII! SIIIIIIKK!!"

Tears began sliding from the corners of his eyes as Evelyn increased her pace.

"Cmon slut... You want to cum don't you? Enjoying this a little too much? Is that it?"

*WHIPCRACK WHIPCRACK WHIPCRACK*

"SEVVVVV! EHHHGT! NINNNEEAAARRGGGGHHHHHHH!!"

Robert's cock exploded in her hand. Thick cream erupted into the slick latex sleeve as she jerked him up and down rapidly.

"That's it! MORE you little bitch! GIVE US EVERY DROP!!"

Evelyn fisted his dick harshly as Vivian delivered one more slashing sting to his ass for good measure.

*WHIPCRACK*

"Ten!" she called out with a sly grin. "I like even numbers."

Robert panted through the leather gag as pain seared through his ass cheeks.

Evelyn tugged the condom free from his spent cock, tied the end of it and hung it like a trophy on her belt. "One down, two to go, milk slave!" she said with a wink.

The leather-clad cowgirl grabbed his leash and turned to Vivian. "How bout we go for a walk?"

* * * * *

*SHLORP*

*SCHLOP*

Robert crawled through the muck on his hands and knees. He advanced through the mire slowly, as he had been for the last half hour. The farther they got away from the stables and the deeper into the fields they went, the deeper the mud got. With each slurch forward, his hands and legs sank deeper into the warm gunk, making progress more difficult.

The two Sisters were chatting away a short distance in front of him, their boots slurping in and out of the rich, clay-like Earth with some effort, but not nearly as much as he was expending. Vivian tugged on his leash harshly whenever he moved too slow. The dark skinned Domina seemed overjoyed to have been given the responsibility.

"You're lucky it's a sunny day, Robert!" Evelyn called over her shoulder. "Cold mud is less fun to slog through than warm!"

They trudged on for a few more yards before the two Sisters stopped and looked around.

"This seems like a nice spot" the Stable Mistress announced as Vivian pulled Robert's leash till he was directly at her side.

"A nice spot for what?" Vivian asked, clearly intrigued.

"A nice spot for a lot of things, but Robbie... well, he looks like an ass eater to me."

She placed her boot on Robert's side and gave him a firm shove, toppling him onto his back in the muck.

"Ooooh, I like the sound of that!" Vivian said, eyeing the helpless pony slut lying in the sludgy filth.

"Go right ahead Miss Vivian" the senior Sister implored; unlocking the leather bit from Robert's mouth and gesturing to his face. "

Vivian wasted no time. She tromped over to Robert, the mud sucking at her thigh-high boots and stood over him. She pulled her latex loincloth to the side to reveal her bulbous ass and massive length of dark cock meat. She dropped the former directly on Robert's face without hesitation.

His entire upper body plunged into the warm filth as Vivian's considerable weight pressed him down. Robert attempted to flail his arms, but they, too, were plunged into the gripping clay. He could only move his legs across the surface of the muck in panic as Vivian's pucker reached his mouth. He began licking and sucking immediately, his face planted gratefully between her slippery ass cheeks. He knew that the seal between his face and Mistress Vivian's fleshy bottom was the only thing keeping mud from flooding into his mouth and eyes.