Latex Futa Nuns From Hell Ch. 08

It was a partly cloudy day with warm sunlight peeking out in bright bursts. Jessica's heels clacked across the courtyard pavement as she led Francis to the Tabernacle of Divine Women. It was the same church that had once existed under his guidance and care, but it was his no longer. The Daughters of Lilith had claimed it and the building now stood as a monument to sexual debauchery. The chain leash Jessica led him by jingled in the light spring breeze.

Francis was garbed in his usual attire, a thick, black latex gimp suit, leather hood and rubber boots. He matched his owner's pace, his arms locked behind him in a tight arm binder. He proceeded quickly, but carefully. Any misstep could result in a painful fall and he would eat the ground face-first.

Mistress Superior had opted for a less conventional outfit today. Tired of the typical habit, but never weary of latex, Jessica wore a gleaming one-piece purple dress. It started with two thick straps that slid down from her shoulders until the latex expanded around her bust and traced her curves all the way to her knees. This was matched by purple highlights recently dyed into her hair and the sultry purple shadow and dark liner applied around her eyes. This, combined with full length latex arm gloves, knee-high leather boots and a stern looking crop gave her a much more severe look than usual.

"Mistress... I'm sorry if I'm being too needy."

"You're not too needy, slut" she responded without even looking back. "I just don't have time to feed you as often as you crave. Besides, a woman likes variety in her life! Slaves like you deserve variety too. I'm going to make sure you get plenty today! Doesn't that sound nice?"

"Yes, Mistress."

This was a perfect opportunity. The Daughters' newest accommodation was set to open today. Jessica headed there early so she could make Francis the first star in their new show. It was a performance that would carry on every day into the foreseeable future. She had no doubt her fellow Dommes would love it. It would become a regular feature in much of the Sisterhood's day.

Jessica ascended the stone stairs to the entrance of the cathedral and held the door open for Francis. She shooed her bitch boy in with a firm smack on the ass before following him through. The large wooden door creaked to a close behind them.

The combination of sweet incense and the familiar, pungent smell of Succubus cum assaulted Francis' nostrils immediately. The Tabernacle was cleaned after each Sacrament of Bliss, but it didn't matter. The stench of she-jizz was stronger than any cleaning product and it hung in the air prominently.

Mistress Superior took the lead again, giving Francis' leash a tug as she walked by him. She headed down the center aisle past the many rows of pews before turning at the altar and heading to the right alcove of the cavernous chapel.

Francis got his first look at that which had been walled off behind scaffolding and plastic sheeting for weeks. The area that once sported an ornately carved wood confession booth now had three new structures of a more simple design. The new booths were more spacious than the one he'd listened to confessions in. Each of them had a variety of symbols and indicators adorning them.

As they grew closer to the refurbished area, Mistress Vivian looked up. She was sitting at a small table not far from the new booths, reading a book. Vivian was garbed in more traditional latex nun attire, her rubbery veil and long, glossy latex robe covering most of her body in shiny black. She noticed them approaching and quickly folded the page of her book before closing it.

"Good morning, Vivian" Jessica offered with a wave of her crop.

"Good morning, Mistress Superior" she replied with a slight bow.

"I hate pulling you away from the farm, since you seemed to be enjoying yourself, but I want someone from the leadership council to oversee this project. At least for the first week or two."

"It's my pleasure. I'm sure I'll enjoy myself just as much here."

"I suspect you will. Once we've picked and trained some new chaperons, you can decide for yourself if you want to stay here or go back to playing in the mud."

"It's always nice to have options" Vivian responded with a grin. "Oh, I've been informed the construction crew will be back on Friday to start work on the next set of booths."

"Good" Jessica acknowledged as she studied the Sisterhood's newest investment. "Looks like they've done a fine job so far."

Vivian acknowledged the latex-clad gimp waiting at the end of Jessica's leash. "Hello, Francis!"

"Good morning, Mistress Vivian" he said, offering a deep bow. His arm-binder bobbed up behind his back as the former priest nearly stumbled.

"I take it he's the first subject of this grand exhibit?"

"That's right. I'm going to set him up right now."

"I'd be happy to do that for you, if you like?"

Jessica waved her off. "Thanks, but I've got time to kill before my first meeting. Besides, I've been looking forward to this!"

"Alright. I'll be here if you need anything."

Jessica smiled and nodded before tugging on her gimp and leading him to the first of the new booths. She came to a stop at the entrance, yanking on Francis' leash until he was by her side. She grabbed him by the chin and directed his gaze to the top of the booth.

"See those symbols?"

There were two wooden inscriptions above the entrance to the booth. One was a pair of lips forming an open mouth. The other was the universal "woman" figure with the triangular dress that you normally saw on bathroom doors, but with a "1" directly next to it.

"Oral only. One Sister at a time" Jessica explained. "And this..." she reached over to the side of the booth and took hold of a lever. Above the handle was a blue sign with the word 'VACANT' written in white text. "...is how we mark them."

She pushed the lever into the center position and another sign rotated into view. This one was green with white text that said 'AVAILABLE.' Jessica pushed the lever all the way to the right and the sign shifted again, this time to a red one reading 'OCCUPIED.'

She turned to Francis with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "I imagine once a line forms outside they won't bother changing it. The booth, like your mouth, will remain occupied."

Jessica reached for the handle and pulled the door open. She gave Francis a gentle shove and he stepped inside. The haughty Domina followed him and sealed the door behind them.

It was dark in the room, but for a single bright light shining down on an elaborate chair. It almost looked like a dentist's chair, except it wasn't as wide and the cushioning was lush black leather. It was positioned fairly low to the floor, but a control panel nearby indicated that it could be raised or lowered as needed. As they got closer, Francis couldn't help but notice the sizable hole at the center of the seat.

Jessica set her crop aside and immediately moved to one of the storage troughs that lined the outer walls of the booth. They were built to hold sex toys, lube and anything else that might be useful for the proceedings. She selected a long, thick, hefty black dildo and a tube of Liquid Silk.

She moved to the chair, reached down and hit the release button that flipped the seat panel up. Jessica secured the long rubber cock into the fucking machine that was built into the base of the chair. She then moved to close it, reaching into the hole with her other hand and guided the tip of the cock through the opening until the seat snapped back into place. There was now a few inches of shiny rubber dong sticking straight up from the seat. She drizzled the toy in lubricant before tossing the tube aside and returning to collect her slave.

"Alright, slut" Jessica spoke as she unlocked his arm binder. "It's time to get acquainted with your new home."

"Home?" he asked incredulously.

"For the day at least" she responded. She tossed the leather restraints aside before unzipping him at the ass. "I should be back some time this afternoon. Early evening at the latest..."

Francis swallowed as she led him to the chair.

"Now, have a seat and make sure to get that slutty hole of yours right on top of the cock! You don't want this thing jamming you in the tailbone."

"Yes, Mistress."

He turned around and sat down carefully. The latex of his suit meshed with the plush leather noisily, the leather rippling as his weight lowered onto it. His well trained sphincter parted for the slick, rubbery dildo. He let out a low moan as he settled into the chair, the tip of the girthy dong widening his back door quickly.

Jessica slid behind the chair and pressed down on his shoulders. She chuckled as he groaned, reacting to a bit more of the rubber cock inching up his ass. She then took his arms one by one and wrapped them around the back of the chair. She locked his wrists into the chair's built in restraints and wrapped thick leather bindings around his biceps that buckled his arms to the chair like belts.

She moved to the the front of the seat and did the same with his ankles. His legs were drawn together tightly as the leather bindings wound around his calves. She moved back to his torso and applied two more tight leather straps across his thighs and chest before her work was complete. Her latex gimp was completely immobilized in the stern looking bondage chair.

The mischievous nun stepped to the console and held down a button. The chair began raising slowly. Jessica looked over her shoulder, tracking the motion until she could tell Francis' face was at 'cock level' for the average nun. She released the button and the lift hummed to a stop.

"In a few hours, you will no longer be thirsty. On that you have my word."

"Thank you, Mistress."

She flipped the switch that began the fucking machine. The speed dial, which listed numbers from one to ten, was turned to five. Francis grunted as the thick dildo plowed deeply into his ass. It withdrew at the same pace, oscillating in a steady fucking rhythm. He pulled on his bindings reflexively, but his limbs didn't budge a millimeter. The cock glided up his asshole and slurped back out with mechanical efficiency. Thick lube seeped into his fleshy depths with each penetration.

Jessica turned and seized the top of his hooded head. Her eyes burrowed deep into her overwhelmed slave.

"You are the property of Mistress Superior. I expect you to please my Sisters well. Any reports of dissatisfaction will result in harsh punishment for you. Understood?"

"Yes, Mistress..." he said through clenched teeth. His ass was still growing accustomed to the fat, thrusting phallus spearing in and out of his pucker.

"Good" she said as she slipped a leather blindfold over the top half of his hood. "Enjoy, slut!"

Francis found himself in total darkness. He heard the door open and close followed by the sign on the entrance rotating. No doubt he'd been marked as 'available.' He couldn't make out their muffled words, but he heard Mistress and Vivian converse briefly before Jessica walked off.

He breathed deeply and focused on taking the anal invader. The burning sensation in his ass slowly started to lessen. As always, the discomfort of the initial invasion was worth it. The slick cockmeat was thrumming over his prostate nicely. With each long, deep thrust, the pleasurable sensation was blossoming and starting to make him giddy. He pulled on the restraints holding his arms behind the chair. The inability to touch himself was its own form of torture in this scenario.

Suddenly, he heard the sign on the outside rotate again, followed by the door opening. Footfalls of heavy leather stamped into the private room, pausing as the door was pulled closed.

"Hello again, Francis" Vivian said in her most sultry tones. "It's ten minutes till we open, but there's no reason we can't have a little rehearsal. Isn't that right?"

"Yes, please Mistress!" he answered with enthusiasm. The hunger clawed at Francis' stomach. Jessica's morning feeding had only lasted him a couple hours. Recently, it felt like the thirst returned more swiftly. He needed more feedings. Francis craved them more frequently. He needed what Vivian had.

"I bet you've learned to love the dark meat, living with Mistress Superior."

"Very much so, Mistress Vivian."

Francis heard the zipper of Vivian's latex robe unwind. She stepped forward, her body straddling his locked legs. She closed the distance and brought her weapon to within inches of the bound gimp's mouth. He could smell her musk and feel the heat of her cock as she pressed the tip of her massive python to his lips.

"That's good, hun, because you're about to get the full black experience."

She grabbed both sides of his blindfolded face and pressed forward. Vivian fed her warm, thick, twitching monster into his velvety mouth with no gentleness. As her tip reached the back of his throat and began curving down into his gullet, he sputtered and gagged up wads of phlegm, but that just made Vivian burrow even deeper. She pushed her hips forward until her entire length was packed firmly in his wet hole and his chin was buried in the flesh of her fat, cum-packed sack.

Vivian wasted no time pulling out a few inches and sawing herself right back in. The bottom third of her cock stayed lodged in his tight, gripping throat. Wet slurps and sucking gags came regularly as her swollen scrotum began smacking against the bottom of Francis' face.

"Suck it good, puta padre. Yeah, I know your cute little nickname. Heard Mistress Superior call you that a few times. Fitting name for a holy man like yourself. I guess that term means something different now, doesn't it? A man with two holes to fuck!"

Francis attempted to respond, but it came out as sloppy throating noises as she pumped his mouth vigorously. Vivian chuckled as he tried to speak around her gargantuan schwanz. She began pummeling his face harder as thick pre-cum spilled from her tip and coated his throat in pasty gunk.

"Yeah, I've been wanting for the chance to shaft your sissy, white throat for months. It's perfect that your first cumfessional is our first time together. Won't be the last though!"

Francis pulled against his bindings in futility. There was absolutely no give. Vivian was fucking his mouth like her personal fleshlight as the thick, black dildo continued plunging his pucker. His world was bondage and darkness as both his holes were pounded with hard, sticky schlong relentlessly.

"Oh yeah! That's it, baby!"

Vivian threw her head back and began shafting his throat at full speed. Her scrotum slapped his chin loudly as phlegm ran from his nose and sloppy noises spilled from the corners of his sucking maw. Francis tried to find air but received nothing but thick, throbbing cock. His face began to turn red as Vivian's thrusts built to a furious crescendo.

"YES! FUCK YES!!!!! JUST LIKE THAT!!!"

Vivian buried herself to the hilt as Francis's nose plunged into her sweaty pubis. Hot, creamy sludge blasted from the dark nun's cock with the force of a fire hydrant. The pungent pudding rippled down his throat, his mouth sucking her schlong exquisitely as she unloaded in his stomach. Her balls drained as Francis vacuumed her cock and his tongue wagged back and forth across her pulsing cum channel.

The deep dicking of his ass by the relentless mechanical fucker continued. Its rhythmic rubber invasions were now welcome. Francis' own cock was raging hard and leaking pre-cum under the surface of his clammy, latex second skin. He writhed in his suit, his own pleasure denied as the endless prostate stimulation drove him insane.

Vivian pulled her cock free and a pocket of cum and phlegm spilled from Francis' mouth all over his chest. He inhaled deeply as the dark skinned Domina stepped back and stroked herself. The last few ropes of her hot jizzum shot all over his bound body.

"Goddamn!" she exclaimed through panted breaths. "Mistress Superior is one lucky woman!"

Francis was too busy re-oxygenating to thank her for the compliment. He sucked in air like a starving man as the warm glow of contentment spread through his body. The heavenly sensation of Succubus cum in his mouth, throat and belly flooded his body with a wonderful endorphin rush.

"Oh, I think I hear Sisters outside..." she noted before tucking her cock away and pulling the zipper down her long, latex skirt. "Sounds like a line is forming."

Vivian reached over to the console and turned the fuck-machine dial from five to seven. Francis grunted and moaned as the dildo plunged into his captive rear with considerably faster speed.

"Since this is your first cumfessional, be sure to give it your all! I might visit again later, once things calm down a bit. See ya, puta padre!"

Vivian gave his cheek two wet, cum-slathered slaps before she exited and closed the door behind her. Sure enough, she didn't bother to change the sign. Francis heard her say a few words to the women gathering outside. Within moments, the door opened again. Another pair of boots announced themselves on the hard wood floor and Francis prepared himself for his third feeding of the day.

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*BZZZT BZZZT*

Jessica minimized her browser before reaching over to the intercom and pressing the receive button. She already knew what her assistant would say, but she enjoyed making a male secretary go through the formalities with her.

"Yes, Matthew?"

"Mistress Superior. Miss Fairchild is here to see you."

"Very good. Have her leave her phone and bag at the desk and search her before she comes in. Check for wires and recording devices."

"Right away."

Jessica smiled. It had taken a few weeks, but Allison was ready. She folded her hands on the desk in front of her and waited for a knock that never came.

A minute later, Allison barged in and swung the door shut behind her in one smooth motion. Her eyes were hidden behind a pair of black shades. Her blonde hair was done up in a high pony tail. She wore a white tank-top above her black leather pants and boots. It wasn't easily noticed unless one was looking for it, but there was definitely a bulge in one of her shiny pant legs.

Her demeanor had changed to confident bordering on haughty. She looked like a completely different woman than the one Jessica had spoken to weeks ago. It wasn't a surprise to Mistress Superior. She'd seen the change many times, now.

The young reporter strode into the room, her boot heels tromping across the floor until she took her seat. Gauging her disposition was difficult without being able to see her eyes, but it was apparent she was somewhat on edge. Jessica would have to ease her in.

"Nice to see you again, Allison. I won't pretend that I don't know why you're here. I'm sorry for the extra precautions, but you are a reporter, after all."

The other woman waited a few moments before responding.

"I was angry for a while. Well, no. First I was terrified. Then I was confused and anxious. When I read your note... that's when I got angry."

"I understand completely."

"I won't bother asking how it's possible. I suspect that's a secret you don't share with people who are new to your little club. But why would you do that to someone without asking?"

"I am bringing about a revolution. Asking nicely is not how revolutionaries work."

Allison nodded indignantly. She understood, even if she didn't agree. She waited a few more moments before speaking again.

"I was angry... but, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't hold onto that anger. I changed. Jeffrey changed. Everything changed. And now..."