Latex Futa Nuns From Hell Ch. 08

Jessica cut her off. "You're loving it."

Allison hated to admit it. "...Yes."

"Would you mind taking those off? I like to be able to see who I'm speaking to. As the old saying goes: the eyes are the windows to the soul."

The young blonde reached up and removed her shades. Jessica peered deep into her shimmering green eyes. Allison was being truthful. There was no malice or residual anger to be gleaned. Only sincerity. She wasn't here to spy or undermine. She was here to join.

"Are you prepared to become one of the Daughters of Lilith?"

"Do I have to wear a latex habit?"

Jessica chuckled. Her grin spread wide, making her look like the proverbial cat that ate the canary. "My Sisters are not required to do anything. As you can see, I'm not wearing mine today. This movement is about freeing women, not restricting them. You will be given a latex habit, but it's your choice whether or not to wear it. It certainly wouldn't hurt to give it a try. You just might find you enjoy it."

"Ok, so I get to come hang out at your weird convent fetish club and learn how all this works. What's expected of me?"

"Most of our Sisters perform various functions on campus or serve as recruiters and influencers beyond these walls. I think you could be very valuable as an influencer in your current position."

"The Chronicle?"

"Yes. We can always use good press."

"My brand is criticism and counter-culture. I won't write puff pieces."

"I would never ask you to. And The Daughters of Lilith are as counter-culture as it gets! As you spend time here and learn our ways, you could report on the more titillating aspects of our group. Without giving away too much, of course. It would be a way to steer interested parties towards our door while morphing you into a mysterious figure who's taken on the dangerous task of infiltrating our group."

Allison's eyebrows rose. She couldn't deny that was a great idea. Many of her readers would eat it up. She was impressed. Mistress Superior really had thought of everything.

"I think... that will work."

"Excellent" Jessica said while rising from her chair. "I'll let security know you're welcome on our campus any time. And I hope to see you at our next service!"

Allison stood as well. "What kind of service?"

"It's a short reading followed by a long orgy. We call it the Sacrament of Bliss."

Allison snickered as her cheeks turned a light shade of red. "Wow... Ok. Yeah, I'm definitely not going to miss that! When's the next one?"

"Wednesday night at 7:30."

"I'll be there. And so will Jeff."

Jessica clasped her hands together and smiled broadly. "I can't wait to meet him."

* * * * *

"Mommy, am I being punished?"

It was a fair enough question to ask as Vicky locked the young man's wrists and ankles to the leather fuck horse. She and Christopher had been first to arrive at the second cumfessional booth. Calling it a booth was a stretch since it was closer to the size of a small room. It needed to be for the activities that would proceed.

"Have you been naughty?"

"No..."

"Then why would you think you're being punished?"

"Because you're leaving me here."

"It's just for a little while, silly boy. You're thirsty, aren't you?"

Vicky circled the bondage horse as they spoke, inspecting her slave from all angles. He was covered from head to toe in gleaming, scarlet-red latex. His blonde locks, which Vicky demanded he grow long, sprouted through a hole in the back of his gimp mask; a single pony tail of golden hair for any would-be face fucker to grab on to.

His midsection was bound in a tight, black leather corset. His hands were secured in locked, black latex mitts and his feet were strapped into black high heels, now dangling a few inches from the floor. Both his ankle and wrists cuffs were secured to the legs of the adjustable fuck horse. There was only an inch or so that he could pull on his limbs with any give. Vicky's little Chrissy cat wasn't going anywhere.

"Yes Mistress, very thirsty."

"And why didn't I feed you this morning?"

"So I wouldn't spoil my appetite."

"That's right..."

*SMACK*

She lambasted his ass cheeks with the open palm of her gloved hand. His flesh jiggled in the tight, shiny latex. Vicky smiled. It was one of her favorite sights. She was tempted to deliver more, but she knew her slave would be getting a thorough working over soon enough.

"You'll be getting all you can eat today, slut. Does that excite you?"

"Yes, Mistress Vicky!" he answered eagerly.

Vicky tucked her hand between his lower body and the surface of the bondage horse. She felt around until she found his package. She gripped his growing bulge through the thick latex of the glossy bodysuit.

"Mmmhmmm... See, I know you. You're just a cock loving, cum craving whore. You don't care where it comes from."

"That's not true, Mistress. I love your cock the most!"

Vicky reached for a thick paddle from one of the room's toy racks and immediately brought it to bear.

*THWACK*

The fierce sound of leather on latex echoed in the small room as his cheeks bounced even harder. Christopher yelped, biting his lip in an attempt to stifle himself.

"Do NOT contradict me! I know you like my cock the best. That's not what I meant! You'd suck any of the Sisters off to get a tummy full of cum. Isn't that right, WHORE?"

Vicky grabbed him by the pony tail and lifted his face upward. She gave him the death stare as his lips wobbled from the pain. His chains rattled against the metal legs of the bondage horse.

"Y-Yes, Mistress Vicky!"

She dropped his head and moved back to his rear. Vicky wound her arms back like she was preparing to hit a baseball out of the park and really let him have it.

*THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK*

Christopher grunted and bit his tongue as the burning sensation began to grow. His ass grew red and raw below the crimson latex. Vicky tossed the large paddle into one of the storage troughs with a loud thud before moving back to his front.

The nubile nun was stunning in her red and white latex nurse uniform. Christopher wanted to lick her up and down. To suck her cock and tongue her perfect ass. Was some other lucky slave going to engage in medical play with Mistress today? Or was she just in the mood to look the part of a shiny nurse? He'd probably never know.

"I'll be back in a few hours, slut. If you do a good job, maybe I'll feed you a late dinner. If you're not still full, that is..."

"Yes, Mommy!"

"Have fun!" she said with a chuckle before turning on her heel and exiting the room's single door.

Once outside, she moved the lever to mark the booth as 'AVAILABLE.' She glanced up at the row of symbols above the door, noting once again the open mouth, the bare ass and the female symbol with '2' next to it. Vicky turned and strode of, passing a long line of Sisters that had formed while she was prepping him.

"He's all yours, ladies!"

The first two women, both garbed in traditional black latex habits, thanked her and cheerfully stepped forward. One of them marked the booth as 'OCCUPIED' before they stepped inside. There lay Christopher, bound to the fuck horse with the room's single bright light beaming down on him.

Their dire need to cum was evident by the sound of boot heels falling swiftly as they made their way to his front and back. This was followed by the hasty unfurling of zippers on their long, latex skirts.

"Hello... " Christopher said sheepishly. "Should I call you Mistr--UMMPHH!"

The nun at his front crammed her long, meaty pole between his lips and took a firm hold of his hooded head. Her pre-cum was oozing all over, greasing her way into his waiting maw as she pressed forward firmly.

"Shutup, bitch. You're not here to talk."

The other nun laughed as she drew the zipper down Christopher's ass crack. "Tell him, Sister!"

She gave just a few preliminary thrusts of her fingers into his waiting pucker before deciding he was ready. The woman lined up the tip of her own thick, pre-cum slick weapon with his defenseless boy pussy and thrust in deep.

Christopher gasped around the first nun's cock, sputtering as he yanked on his chains. His bonds clanged against the metal horse legs; his body stretched over the leather cushion as the nuns began assaulting him at both ends. They buried their hot, hungry members in his moist holes fast and deep. They were uninterested in easing the bound gimp in. Both nuns established a steady fucking rhythm quickly. His lips smacked wetly over fat cock while the other nun pounded his ass with her hips.

"You get a full-time slave yet?"

"No, not yet, unfortunately. I have my eye on a guy. Just waiting for the right time to slip him a bit of the ole love honey."

The first nun chuckled. "I hear ya. Still looking for mine too. Been going to the farm every day to get my fix." She released one side of Christopher's head before reaching up and giving his pony tail a tug. "More suction, bitch boy!"

"Right? The farm is great, but there's never enough slaves. I wish they would just keep the new recruits there all the time, but I guess that's not practical."

"Oh well. At least we have more options, now. This is great!"

*SMACK*

The second nun gave his ass a loud spank and redoubled her efforts to pound him. Her scrotum battered the bottom of his suit with moist slaps. Christopher's ass squelched with abundant lube and pre-cum between every harsh thrust and hasty withdrawal.

The first nun pulled on his hair as she thrust her cock between his slobbering lips. She reached below and gripped his chin with her other hand. Her body was a blur, smacking into his face as ever more of her fat, pulsing length was crammed into his mouth and down his throat.

Christopher couldn't disagree with the woman fucking his face. This was great. He loved how rough they were being. How they gave no consideration to his comfort or desires. That he was nothing but two holes for these latex Goddesses to fuck with their insatiable cocks.

"NNNNNGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

The first nun grunted out her climax, burying her staff deep in his throat and holding his face firm to her body. Glue-like cum erupted into his stomach and backed up into his mouth and nose as his ass was continuously railed into oblivion.

Moments later, the second nun reached her threshold.

"OH GOD! YESSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Her cock exploded and Christopher's well stretched pucker felt her rock twitch in his fleshy walls. A river of hot, creamy custard flooded his insides. His ass was blistered many times with her flailing hand as the nun wailed out her climax and filled his bottom with searing nut.

When their sacks had drained in his bound body, the enraptured nuns pulled their cocks free. Christopher gasped as white sludge spilled from both of his holes. The nuns caught their breath as they jerked their fat lengths. Their cocks were still very much at attention.

"Should we take another turn before handing him over?"

"Hell yeah! I want his mouth this time!"

"Alright. Let's switch it up."

The horny Succubi circled around him, trading places and readying themselves with a few more strokes of their raging erections. Christopher had barely caught his breath when his mouth was plugged with cum-slathered fuck meat.

"Like that? How's your ass taste? You pathetic gimp bitch!"

The first nun's cock glided into his cum-slick back passage. She grabbed his hips and thrust in to the hilt. Thick jizzum squirted out from his pucker as she buried herself deep in his bowels. The hungry Succubus grabbed the lacing of Christopher's corset and used it for leverage. She yanked on it sternly as she drilled his cock-hungry hole.

"He fucking loves the taste of his own ass."

"But not as much as the taste of our jizz!"

The women cackled as they plowed him at both ends. Their pace increased as they found new ways to get aggressive and rough with the sissy's bound body. Christopher was in heaven. His cheeks blushed below his latex hood. His prostate hummed and his hard cock leaked pre-cum all over the inside of his suit. Although the hunger no longer lingered in his cum greased stomach, he wanted more.

* * * * *

Bishop Thomas J. Everson

Diocese of Austin

Austin, TX 78701

To His Eminence, Cardinal Angelo Vallini, Vicar General of Vatican City

Dear Cardinal Vallini,

I write to you with some urgency about the situation here in Austin. It is unknown to me how closely the Vatican monitors these affairs, but for all intents and purposes the Diocese of Austin has lost a site of some prominence: The Church of St. Michael.

In truth, the church had come under considerable financial strain and the prospect of closing it at some point in the near future had been raised. However, it is not from a lack of attendance or tithing that its doors are now barred to us.

After losing their former Reverend Mother, Helen Louise Delarosa, to illness, the church and its constituent convent, the Sisters of Guadalupe have slipped from our grasp. The new Reverend Mother, Sister Jessica Felicita Christiano, seemed a suitable replacement, but has recently cut off all communications. Father Francis Sullivan, likewise, is no longer reachable and The Church of St. Michael is no longer paying dues to the diocese.

I contacted city authorities to exert control over the situation, but was astonished to find how uncooperative they were. I've been informed that a legal decision has been reached to allow the Sisters of Guadalupe to retain control of the property. When I warned that a lawsuit should be expected, I was rebuffed with the threat of a counter-suit and the use of Eminent Domain on St. Michael's and other properties in the diocese if I did not let the matter drop.

I don't know what in God's name is going on at that church, but I've received disturbing reports that can scarcely be believed. The Sisterhood seems to have transformed into some bizarre cult and there are rumors of perverse and outright demonic rituals occurring within the halls of the convent and the cathedral of St. Michael's.

I would ask that a member of the Vatican's Special Investigative Division be sent to Austin to look into this matter with all possible haste. Our faith and its order have enough problems without uprisings like these to exacerbate things. I worry, also, that greater forces may be at work. Investigating the matter immediately seems the only responsible course of action.

Thank you, Your Eminence, for hearing my plea. May God bless and keep you in these troubling times. May he bless and keep us all.

Yours in faith and prayer,

Bishop Everson