Latex Futa Nuns From Hell Ch. 07

The fiery Mommy Domme sensed her nervousness.

"We say a few words and then have the time of our lives. There's no reason to stress!"

"Easy for you to say. You just have to introduce me."

Vicky smirked and crossed her arms below her breasts. "Relax! You'll do great."

Jessica took a deep breath and her smile returned. "Thanks, Vick. You've been backing me up since this whole thing began. It means a lot to me."

The red headed sister gushed, embracing her in a rubbery hug. She gave Jessica a comforting squeeze before releasing her.

"Don't mention it. And it's Vicky, now, remember?"

"Of course. Vicky! Old habits and all that."

"We burned all the old habits" Vicky corrected her with a wink. The two shared a laugh before Vicky patted her on the shoulder and moved to the curtain. "Alright, let's get this party started!"

"See you out there" Jessica nodded.

Vicky stepped into the bright light of the stage and headed for the podium. It stood fifteen feet in front of the altar, a structure where bread and wine had been consecrated countless times in traditional Catholic services. Now an enormous statue stood upon it, covered by a giant sheet until the time for its unveiling arrived. On either side of the altar were large paintings set on easels, likewise hidden from prying eyes by concealing cloths.

As Vicky approached the dais, a smattering of applause emerged. It increased in volume and participation until she reached the podium and gave the microphone a tap. The clapping quickly died off as she began to speak.

"Good evening Sisters and Sisters-to-be! Most of you probably know me by now, but for those who don't, I'm Vicky Durant, Headmistress of Finance for the Sisters of Guadalupe. That's probably the last time you'll hear our group referred to as such. By the end of this ceremony, you'll be the first to learn our new name! I could go on about how excited and proud I am to be a member of this growing organization, but I won't keep you in suspense. Please give a warm welcome to our Mistress Superior, JESSICA CHRISTIANO!!!"

Jessica stepped out from behind the curtain and raucous cheering filled the church. The whooping, clapping and shouts of encouragement echoed through the spacious hall as Jessica waved to the audience and strode to the podium. The bright ceiling lights beamed off her latex clad body, highlighting her perfect curves and the gracious return of youth her many months as a Succubus had imparted.

As she arrived at the lectern, she looked down to the front row and saw Vicky joining the other lieutenants in the first pew. There was Abigail, clad in head-to-toe leather as always. She'd been baby sitting both Francis and Christopher. Each man was on a leash held firmly in her gloved hands. Next to them were Evelyn and Vivian, both dressed in amazing latex bodysuits. The two buxom Dominas sandwiched Vivian's slaves. Jessica recognized several other faces in the front rows, but she didn't have time to study them. Right now, she had a speech to give.

Jessica sat her papers on the podium, adjusted the mic and smiled at the crowd. The applause hadn't died down in the slightest, and it wouldn't until she began to speak.

"Thank you! Thank you... Sisters, slaves and honored guests! I welcome you on this most auspicious of nights. Our Sisterhood began a journey some nine months ago and in that short time we've come so far! I'm proud to announce we have sole and undisputed ownership of this entire campus! The grounds are ours, the convent is ours, the church and all its attendant buildings are ours!"

Another round of applause and several more cheers went up. Jessica gazed from one end of the church to the other, observing several hundred enthusiastic faces. They continued their clapping until Jessica raised her hand, prompting them to cede.

"I want you to look around at all the brave individuals gathered here tonight. And I don't just mean the beautiful, powerful, confident Dominas who, undeniably, deserve the most praise. That's right, I'm talking about all you slutty, bitch-made males as well!"

A series of snickers and giggles went up from the feisty Femdoms. The men mostly blushed or put on knowing smiles.

"It takes courage to embrace who you truly are when that reality flies in the face of all convention. To cast aside your persona and embrace your anima. It's not easy to accept change when it comes so suddenly... and yet, look at you now! Never more complete. Never more fulfilled. Never more focused on what really matters. My friends, YOU ARE THE FUTURE!"

Succubi and slave alike stood and delivered the loudest applause yet. Loud whistling added to another round of cheers as Jessica grinned at her new congregation. After many long moments she raised her hand yet again to bring an end to the ovation.

"I would like to begin, tonight, with a reading from the Alphabet of Sirach. An ancient text which is disregarded by many of the worlds most prominent religions, but whose wisdom, thankfully, has not been lost to the ages."

There was a momentary pause as Jessica shuffled her notes. The hall went quiet as the grave.

"When the first man, Adam, saw that he was alone, God made for him a woman like himself, created from the earth. God called her Lilith and brought her to Adam. They immediately began to quarrel. Adam said: "You must always lie beneath me." And Lilith said: "No, you shall lie beneath me! We are equal, for both of us are made from the earth."

When Lilith saw that Adam would not listen, she uttered the Divine name, flew into the sky and fled the garden of Eden. Adam prayed to his creator, saying: "Master of all things, the woman you gave me has fled." God sent three angels and said to them: "If she agrees to return, what is made is good. If not, she must permit one hundred of her children to die every day."

The angels left God and pursued Lilith, whom they overtook in the midst of the sea, in the mighty waters where the Egyptians were destined to drown. They told her God's word, but she did not wish to return. The angels said: "Then we shall drown you in the sea."

"Leave me!" she rebuked them. "It is I who hold dominion over the children of men. God has made it so."

When the angels heard Lilith's words, they insisted she go back. She refused, but she swore to them in the name of the Divine: "Whenever I see your name or form in an amulet, I will have no power over that child."

She agreed to let one hundred of her children die every day. Accordingly, each day, one hundred demons perish, and for the same reason, we write the angels names on the amulets of young children."

Jessica looked up from the lectern and paused. She allowed the words to sink in for a few moments.

"You will not read this passage in any Christian or Catholic tome. These words have remained hidden from much of the world. Most will only ever hear of Eve, the second woman, created from Adam's rib so she would be submissive. That ends, starting now."

She took a step back and motioned for her leadership staff. Vicky and Evelyn proceeded up the steps to the stage, each heading to one of the paintings on either side of the altar. Jessica walked directly to the altar and stared up at the large, covered statue with a grin on her face. She seized the sheet and yanked it down. Her sisters followed suit with both of the paintings. Gasps and shouts of delight filled the cathedral as the three treasures were unveiled.

The large painting on the left was done in a Gothic Renaissance style. It portrayed Lilith in a silky, flowing red dress; holding an apple in her left hand. Half of her curves were visible as she sat on a throne that protruded from the soil of the Earth. Two curled horns extended through her thick, reddish, hair, the strands of which fell behind her in luscious waves. Above her, in a half-darkened sky, six winged cherubs hovered around her.

The painting on the right was smaller, but still gallery size and done in a more modern style. It revealed another horned version of Lilith sitting on a throne; this time with dark hair. Her jet black tresses fell to either side of her face where arrangements of dark feathers covered her shoulders. Golden bracelets, golden earrings, a jeweled golden headpiece and long strings of gold beads adorned her almost naked body. A silky purple bra covered her breasts and the rest of her body was nude but for the thin sandals on her feet. Lilith's lower body was turned to one side so you could see her large, milky white thigh and the crest of her ass, but not her sex.

The crowning achievement was the statue on the altar. There Lilith stood in darkened marble, looking every bit the Goddess. Her thick hair draped down, covering the right side of her face, leaving her left eye to stare straight ahead. The provocative sculpture bore a devious grin. The rest of her hair was sculpted wildly, portrayed as tumbling in the wind behind her.

Her arms and shoulders were bare. A one piece dress that began at the halfway point of her bosom curved downward around her hourglass figure. The dark dress was reinforced with silvery stripes and bindings that almost looked like armor. Her hands were cast down and pointed to the sides, as if she was in the midst of casting a spell. An owl was perched on her left shoulder. An enormous snake entwined her body, its fanged jaws jutting out from her pelvis. The two animal symbols of wisdom were the finishing touches on a truly stunning piece of stonework.

After a few moments of stunned silence and hushed whispers, another loud round of applause rattled through the ornate room. It continued as Vicky and Evelyn made their way back to their seats and Jessica returned to the podium. She didn't silence them this time, allowing the clapping and cheers to continue until the crowd was ready to hear her again.

"We take as our patron deity, the first woman, Lilith! She who defied the heavens and refused to submit to the rule of men! Henceforth, this church shall be called The Tabernacle of Divine Women and our order will be known as The Daughters of Lilith!"

Everyone in the pews shot to their feet and the loudest applause yet filled the cathedral. Femdoms and male slaves alike cheered and clapped with equal enthusiasm; a deafening roar of approval that crashed against the stage in waves and echoed off the vaulted ceiling. Jessica was overwhelmed. The moment she'd been waiting for was unfolding just as she'd envisioned.

"These are the first of many works the Sisterhood shall commission to beautify our home. New art will be but one aspect of the transformation. There will be many more changes to these grounds and how they operate in the coming weeks and months. This church was used to perform many sacraments. The Daughters of Lilith have but one sacrament! The Sacrament of Carnal Bliss! Sisters! I ask that you join me now in our first celebration of this blessed sacrament!"

Abigail rose first, eager to begin the action. She pulled Francis and Christopher behind her on their leashes as she ascended the stairs. A large erection was evident in her leather pants. The gimp suited former priest and the cat suited bitch boy followed her eagerly. They were both starving for the nectar of their Mistresses' which they'd been denied all day.

Vicky, Evelyn and Vivian followed her up the stairs, the latter pulling her two slaves in tow. Their arms were snug behind them in thick arm binders and their mouths were stuffed with red rubber ball gags. The two men were so wrapped in leather from head to toe that it was impossible to discern any personally identifying details.

Mistress Superior and all four of the Headmistresses began pulling their cocks free of the thick, sweaty confines of their leather and latex suits. They stroked themselves eagerly, though little encouragement was needed as they maneuvered their slaves into place. The anticipation had been building and each woman was close to full mast.

Abigail handed Christopher off to Vicky and then parked Francis not far from the podium. She bent him over without hesitation, unzipped him, and jammed her cock full force into his waiting man cunt. She smacked his ass and seized his hips aggressively, fucking him hard as Jessica grabbed Francis' chin and guided his face upward. She pulled his mouth directly onto her hot, pulsing length of dark meat and immediately bottomed out in his throat. The women's moans carried up from the stage as Francis was spit-roasted and the audience watched him being harshly fucked at both ends.

Vicky put Christopher on his knees and likewise guided his mouth onto her tip. He licked the leaking pre-cum gladly before swallowing her entire length. Vicky placed her hands behind her head and allowed her Chrissy cat to show off his skills. His lips glided up and down her steaming hot schlong; his mouth hungry for the creamy reward that his groaning stomach needed so badly.

Evelyn and Vivian turned her two slaves around and bent them over. Soon, their hooded, blindfolded faces and gagged mouths were pointed towards the crowed. The two sealed bondage sluts couldn't see the audience they were performing for, but they knew they were in for a rough time. The buxom Dominas unzipped their ass flaps and each buried their hungry cock into the soft, fleshy depths of a squealing, slobbering gimp.

Some of the sisters and sisters-to-be continued watching the growing orgy, but with each passing moment, more women grabbed their slaves and bent them over the pews to join in the fun. As the sounds and smells of sex grew in the now defiled church, the urge to participate become overwhelming for even the most ardent voyeur.

A cathedral once filled with applause and cheering was now a growing symphony of slurps, thrusts, spanks, the steady fapping of hips against ass and loud moans of pleasure. The moist, sloppy sounds of hundreds of hung Succubi engaging in depraved mouth fucking and frenzied anal sex echoed off the walls of the once holy place.

Jessica and Abigail were the first to reach their climax, thrusting into Francis simultaneously and screaming out their pleasure as a river of scalding batter unloaded in both his holes. They kept their twitching lengths buried to the hilt for long moments as every ounce of filthy spunk was deposited in the depths of his throat and ass.

Mistress Superior pulled out of his sucking lips with a wet slurp. Excess cum leaked onto the stage as she walked over to the podium and grabbed a crop she'd hidden below the lectern. Abigail withdrew from his bowels only to grab his leash, spin Francis around and put him on his knees. She gave his face a fierce smack before forcing him to go ass-to-mouth on her cock.

Vivian was the next to announce her climax, a deluge of creamy spooge discharging into one of her filthy leather fuck boys. This was followed shortly by Evelyn and Vicky each signaling their first orgasm with loud cries and copious emissions. Christopher moaned gratefully around her phallus as Vicky's scrotum discharged an impressive volume of pungent paste into the femboy's needy tummy.

After pulling out of her cum-plugged gimp, Evelyn noticed the Stedman family in the second row and waved for Margaret to join them on stage. Margaret stopped fucking her bent over husband just long enough to pull her son's face out of her ass and drag them both onto the stage with her. She relinquished Harold's leash to Evelyn before unzipping her son's bottom and thrusting her cum slick cock into her pride and joy's spongy pucker.

As Vicky handed Christopher off to Vivian for a hard, dark-meat pounding, she grabbed the leashes of Vivian's gimps and put them on their knees. She played eeny-meany-miney-mo to decide which one she was going to un-gag and face-fuck first. Evelyn bent Harold over the base of the altar and plunged her cock into his depths. She was more than ready for a second, longer round of deep dicking that would result in an even bigger cannon blast of glue-like semen.

Francis tasted his own ass on Abigail's cock as Jessica whipped her crop over his back, sides and ass cheeks. She wanted badly to find a new slut to fuck, but not until she unleashed a torrent of pain on Frankie while he guzzled Abby's filth.

The lust crazed Mistress Superior paused in her exertions and looked upon the congregation. In the fourth row were Nicole and Samantha, two of their newest members double teaming the hapless Dominic. Both of them bottomed out in his yielding holes and screamed in ecstasy as warm jizzum flooded the former male dominant from both ends. In the sixth row, Timothy, the clerk from Forbidden Fruit, was holding onto the pew in front of him for dear life as one of the Sisters railed his ass endlessly.

The crowd was now a sea of writhing, fucking, sucking, cum spewing depravity. It was truly a thing of beauty. As the many Mistresses discharged into their eager slaves, they inevitably swapped their cum drenched man sluts with another Succubus. Not a single Goddess in the room would be sated with just one voluminous ejaculation. Each wanton woman craved more male holes to fuck and yet more powerful climaxes.

Abigail cried out, announcing her second orgasm as she locked Francis' face against her body. Jessica began snapping her crop into Francis' ass fiercely and repeatedly. She blistered his buttocks until Abigail's loud moans came to an end. Satisfied, she gestured for Abby to throw Francis to the crowd of ravenous Femdoms before tossing her crop aside and moving to have a taste of Vivian's gimps.

The cacophony of groans, grunts, moans and wails of pleasure was loud and constant. Cum was splattering all over the stage, coating the pews in thick ribbons, splashing against the walls and oozing along the floor. This was only the first ceremony, but from this day forward the thick smell of Succubus jizzum would forever be present in the desecrated church once known as St. Michael's.

* * * * *

Lilith hovered in the cool night air hundreds of feet above the church. A sea of constellations glowed behind her. She was transparent to the mortal realm, just as the walls and roof of the church were transparent to her. She watched the crazed orgy unfold, her eyes zooming in on rutting pairs and threesomes as she pleased. Her body hummed and shined with radiant energy, fueled by the growing debauchery below.

When she'd entrusted the gift to Jessica, she'd created one focal point of red light on this barren world. Had the experiment failed or Jessica not been up to the task, it would've blinked out of existence. In that case, it may have been hundreds of years before Lilith could try again, but the Mistress of the Night had chosen well. Now there were hundreds of red dots and the church was a giant, pulsing mass of red. The crimson lights were dispersing into the city and multiplying every day. Some had even reached beyond the city. Lilith's power was growing.

It had been a while since she and Jessica had spoken and they would not talk tonight either. This was her night. Lilith would not interrupt her apex Succubus in the moment of triumph. And what need was there? Things were proceeding more smoothly than she'd dare hope.

The most crucial part of her strategy, the element that had taken longest to prepare, was working like a charm. Yahweh had not stirred. He remained oblivious to her meddling on the Earth. There was a gap in his supposed omnipotence that could be exploited.

Lilith smiled as she zoomed in on Jessica. Her cock was buried in another bound male and her second climax of the evening was thundering through her. Lilith emitted a haughty, amused chuckle.

'Well done my disciple... Keep going.'