Latex Futa Nuns From Hell Ch. 11

"Okay. What's the real mission?"

"To seed Rome and the Vatican. I want a foothold inside the enemy camp. Adam will handle the Vatican, itself. You and the other Sisters won't be allowed anywhere but the tourist areas. But you can provide Adam with the materials he needs to do his work and you can sow your wild oats all over Rome during your stay."

"Hmmmm, interesting..." A grin spread over Allison's face. "That does sound like fun and I have always wanted to see Rome..."

"You don't have to decide today, but the flight leaves Thursday. So, if you could let me know..."

"I'm in!" she announced cheerfully.

Jessica smirked. She loved the woman's devil-may-care attitude. It's the one thing they had in common, apart from being insatiable Succubi. "Very good. Due to the nature of your work, it would be best to leave Jeffrey here. How's that handsome slut doing, by the way?"

"He's good. One of the Sisters is enjoying him right now, in fact; a woman named Morgan who was led here by one of my articles. She sought me out after joining and we've become good friends."

"Excellent! You could leave him in Morgan's care or the stables would be happy to have him while you're gone. If you like, you could even leave him in my hands. I've become used to having two full time slaves, and you'll be taking Adam away, so..." Jessica raised her hands innocently.

"What goes on at the stables? That's the one area I haven't wandered over to see, yet."

"Many things! Our guests are fucked and disciplined in barn stalls. They're walked and ridden through the mud. Fucked in the mud! Pony play. Locked in stocks. Some are even branded if their owners want! They have all kinds of fun over at the farm."

"Ahhh!" Adam wobbled again and the tea came even closer to spilling. He was barely able to prevent a mess, this time. His body shook visibly as his core strength depleted. He wouldn't last much longer after being forced to sit up on his haunches and remain perfectly still for so long.

Jessica rolled her eyes before reaching out and grabbing her tea. She took another sip before setting the cup on one of the coasters on her desk. Mistress Superior reached over and unstrapped the tray from the shuddering gimp's head.

"You may rest, slave."

Adam fell forward, grunting as his rubber-wrapped face and chest hit the ground with a thud. His cuffed hands and bound feet hovered in the air above his prone form. All four of his limbs were chained together snugly behind him. Jessica shook her head at his pathetic state.

"For your half-ass efforts, you will receive eighty lashes tonight" she announced.

"Yes, Mistress" he mumbled into the floor.

Allison picked up where they'd left off. "I think I'll leave Jeffrey in your capable hands, Mistress Superior. And if you see fit to send him to the farm for a few days, be my guest."

"Splendid!" Jessica replied. "I'll have all the travel details sent to you on Monday. Before you go, there's one more thing you should know..."

"What's that?" Allison's expression turned quizzical.

Jessica reached up, took hold of her elegant mask and gently lifted it from her face. Allison's breath caught in her throat as she got her first unobstructed look at Mistress Superior since the attack. The scarring wasn't brutal, but it was still very noticeable. Her beauty had been significantly marred by whatever Adam had done.

"You should've seen me three weeks ago" Jessica remarked. "It was much worse."

"What happened?!? If you don't mind sharing, that is."

"Holy water" she answered plainly. "I don't think you'll be in any danger, because it's not likely anyone will know who you really are. But since you're going to Rome, you have a right to know. Holy water burns us, but the seed of man can heal us. Remember this well."

"Fuck..." Allison muttered in awe. "This is crazy. I never thought some spooky, mythological stuff like this would prove to be true."

"It's no laughing matter, that's for sure. The reason I haven't made it public is because I don't want our vulnerability broadcast to the world. So please, keep it to yourself, for now."

"Of course" she replied with a nod. Silence permeated the room for long moments before Allison spoke again. "This trip. It's kind of a big deal, huh?"

Jessica lifted the mask from her desk and carefully strapped it back on. Her reddish-brown eyes peered through holes in the porcelain visage. "It is. Imagine what Adam can with just an ounce of your breast milk and a vial of your cum. One dose in the communion wine and an ordinary service at the highest levels of the Catholic Church becomes a super spreader event for the Daughters of Lilith."

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11:44 AM

JESSICA

Hey, Wonder Woman! You busy?

Wonder Woman? What does that make you? Poison Ivy?

No, I'm definitely Catwoman.

Haha! Not busy. Was about to head out for lunch. What's up?

You know how we've been planning more "sacrament" fun?

Of course. What about it?

I know it's kind of last minute, but I was hoping to do a test run of Cumfirmation tomorrow night.

Really? Why the urgency?

I've got the Stedman boy this weekend and it turns out he's a thirsty sissy. I was thinking we could do an all sissy ritual to help cement him in his new role!

I don't see why not. We have the pools on hand. After that it's just a matter of corralling participants, which would be your responsibility.

Hell yes! I'll start reaching out to Sisters with sissy sluts and anyone else who wants to join in. You'll be there too, right? It wouldn't be the same without Mistress Superior!

I can spare a couple hours. Sure.

Awesome! I'm on it! See you tomorrow night!

Get cracking that whip, Miss Kitty.

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The sound of industrial grade air conditioning hummed through the Tabernacle of Divine Women. The cathedral was far from packed for the hastily planned event, but there were four dozen Sisters sitting in the front rows before the altar. Their leather and latex outfits shined in the dim candle light around them. Many of their non-sissy slaves were seated behind them or tied to the back pews by their leashes.

The main lights of the cathedral were turned off, save for the ones directed at the stage. Jessica walked out to the podium in a classic black latex habit and her bejeweled mask. She stood below the wondrous statue of Lilith. The dark Goddess and her masked avatar created a striking piece of visual symmetry.

To Mistress Superior's left and right, on the stage, were two groups of sissy slaves. They formed two lines of six, the young men staring out at the darkened crowd with anxious eyes. Each was dressed in a different sissy outfit, from maids and cheerleaders to latex bimbos. Christopher was dressed as a pink rider motorcycle slut, adorned in hot pink latex from head to toe. His blonde hair sprouted in two pigtails from his tight fetish hood. Dylan was right beside him, dressed as a latex serving girl. The classic french maid outfit covered all his body in glossy black and white rubber. His latex skirt ended where high heel leather boots began.

Each sissy was ball-gagged and their arms were forced backward in tight leather arm-binders. Thick leather ankle cuffs were wrapped around each pair of sissy legs. Although some were more visible than others, each sissy's cock was housed in a restrictive chastity cage. The cruel plastic and metal devices would prevent their penises from achieving full erection.

Behind both groups of sissies was a large, light-blue plastic wading pool. Both of the inflatable pools were pumped full of air. Their rubbery contours gleamed in the bright spotlights.

At the ceremony that renamed their order and the church, Jessica had proclaimed that the Daughters of Lilith had only one sacrament. Officially, this would remain true. Mistress Superior recognized the importance of not establishing too much orthodoxy. She didn't want her order to become like their enemy; to make the same mistakes and shackle themselves to a system that couldn't evolve.

However, in the spirit of that principle, the Sisters here and at the other chapters of the Daughters of Lilith, rising across the country, were free to invent and carry out whatever kinky rituals they wished. Ultimately, these unofficial sacraments would be an extension of the Sacrament of Bliss. One such unique orgy was about to take place for the first time.

Jessica looked from right to left and back again. A wide smile spread across her lips as she studied the lines of rubberized sissy sluts.

"My my..." she began, speaking into the microphone as she looked out at the crowd. "We must do these last minute gatherings more often!"

Chortles spread through the amused audience and bounced off the cathedral walls.

"Good evening. We're here tonight because there's a special kind of slave that many of our Sisters love. The type that can't get their little dicklets hard unless they're granted the honor of dressing as the superior sex! You see twelve of them here before you. Silly creatures, all, but it must be said, they don't look bad!"

Snickers and laughs erupted from the crowd. A smattering of applause broke out as the sissies wiggled on stage and drool flowed from their phlegmy gags.

Mistress Superior chuckled and continued. "They'll never be like us, of course. Especially in our new and improved form! But to honor their sissy submission, we grant them a sissy name! We're happy to give them what they desire more than anything... Experiencing life as women did for the first five thousand years of recorded history!"

Cheers and excited applause rose in the background. A few whoops and whistles echoed through the cathedral as the Sisters sensed the fun was drawing near.

"I will now read off their new names and each sissy will say 'thank you' as much as they're able. This is an expression of gratitude for their sissy name, their bondage and the wonderful initiation they're about to experience!"

Jessica pulled a piece of paper from her pocket and unfolded it. She recognized Christopher at the front of the line, but most of the slaves were unknown to her.

"Say hello to Christine! Or, as many of you have come to know him, Chrissy Cat!"

"TTHHHAAANNNN YUUUUHHH!" He voiced the muffled words as loudly as he could around the thick rubber ball. Spittle slid from his lips and leaked onto the glossy pink latex of Christopher's bimbo bodysuit. There were several catcalls and yells of approval in between light applause.

"You may have seen him on the farm, but he's recently taken a liking to our convent. The farm boy Dylan is now Mindy!!!"

"THHANNNNNNGG YUUUUUUUEEE!" Dylan did a small curtsy before the crowd. A hail of whistles, salacious jeers and clapping followed his bashful presentation.

Jessica went down the line, introducing the other ten sissies in turn. Anticipation built throughout the cavernous room as she introduced the full lineup of bound bottoms. The scene was set to explode in unchecked sexual fury any second.

"Alright Sisters, you can come up now! These naughty sluts are all yours!"

There was a stampede of movement as fifty women rose from their seats at once. Their boots stomped across the stonework, echoing loudly as they made their way toward the altar. They chatted with each other merrily as they worked their way around the pews and ascended onto the stage. The sissies eyes grew wide as a full phalanx of Futa nuns, all with prominent bulges in their rubber robes, beset them from all sides.

Each sissy was grabbed by at least two women and hastily guided to one of the swimming pools. Each pool had a large, thick metal ring at its center, the purpose of which was about to be made clear. The sissy sluts were arranged in a circle around the perimeter of both pools. Their bodies faced outward as they were set in place and pushed to their knees, where they would remain for most of the night.

Short lengths of chain were brought to bear by the dozen and each sissy's armbinder and ankle cuffs were secured to the metal ring at the center. Soon, there were six rubber bitch boys kneeling in each pool, facing outward as their arm-binders formed the perverse petals of a leather bondage flower.

Dozens of zippers unfurled and massive cocks were unleashed from their musty, hot, latex prisons. The Sisters stroked themselves as they lined up at the sissy of their choice. The debauchery began at once. A chorus of depraved cackles and humiliating remarks erupted as meaty schlongs plowed into waiting mouths with no further ceremony.

"Hey Chrissy! Remember me?" Abigail asked as she unbuckled his gag and tossed it into the pool. "I've been dying for another crack at your slutty lips!"

Christopher could never forget the severe looking Headmistress of Security. He'd never sucked a cock that tasted so much of leather. Before he could offer any kind of response, Abigail brought her bulbous glans to his mouth and shoved it between his glossy, pink lips. She grabbed his blonde pigtails and pressed her cock as deep as it would go in one rut. Abigail guided his mouth down her shaft, forcing him to lean forward as his eyes bulged and the sounds of slurping and gagging rose around him.

"Hi Mindy!" Vicky said cheerfully, the first in line at her soon-to-be collared submissive. She untied his ball-gag and leaned down to speak into his ear. "I wanted to be your first and break you in gently. Enjoy your special night, slutty boy!"

"Thank you, Mistress Vicky."

The words barely escaped his lips before her cock was brought to bear and Victoria pulled his mouth onto her supple shaft. She and Dylan moaned together, her from pure pleasure and he from the texture and taste of his Goddess' fleshy pole. The hungry young slave needed little encouragement. He glided his mouth up and down her length with lustful enthusiasm. Vicky guided him gently, but forced him to go a bit deeper with each slurping thrust of her bloated spunk launcher.

The chains rattled as each sissy's head dipped over the side of the pool and their restraints were pulled taut. The metal rings lifted off the ground as they were tugged on by arm-binders from all sides. Loud moans, sloppy sucks and the sounds of saliva and pre-cum choked gagging echoed from both rubbery circles of nonstop fellatio. The latex costumes of nuns and slaves alike brushed up against the bulging sides of the PVC pools, adding delicious stretching and creaking sounds to the symphony of perversion.

Many nuns grew impatient and refused to wait for their first orgasm. Fisting their mighty cocks, they pushed their way into the orgy of sloppy mouth fucking and aimed their pulsing schlongs at the pool. Ribbons of thick, sludge-like nut began shooting into the giant rubbery cum receptacles. Ropes of jizzum decorated the sissies glossy forms and their impervious leather arm prisons. The thick batter drizzled down their bodies and congealed in the bottom of the pools. More women made their way forward and fired the first of many cumshots into the soiled circles of sin.

Abigail and Vicky screamed in climax, sending volleys of hot spunk down Christopher and Dylan's stretched throats. They gulped the filth down eagerly, their thirst for Succubus cum satisfied by the lust-crazed Headmistresses. But this event was not about the sissies thirst; a fact made evident when the sated slaves were forced to suck and swallow all night.

As soon as Vicky and Abby's cocks pulled free with wet slurps, they disappeared into the crowd and two more Sisters stepped forth. Two more fat, throbbing cocks, drooling with pre-cum, were pressed to the sissy's lips and immediately shoved home in their waiting mouths. Nuns the slut-boys didn't even know went balls deep in their throats, face-fucking them powerfully with dire need.

Dylan could hear Mistresses Vivian and Evelyn grunting and shouting in orgasm all the way from the other pool. More fat ropes of white cream spat onto the side of Chrissy's face and plastered all over his shiny, pink bodysuit. Pungent white yogurt slung across the black latex of Dylan's maid uniform from three different directions as shuddering women wailed in bliss.

A layer of greasy cum formed in the bottom of both pools. The sissies began sliding around on their knees, the gunky filth making it impossible for them to maintain their positions. The arm-binders and lengths of chain rattled as they slipped around in the giant rubber bathtubs of jizz. This made the Futa nuns grab their faces more forcefully to keep sucking sissy mouths locked on their erections. The Sisters moaned and grunted in ecstasy as each sissy maintained an open mouth and throat for their voracious captors. The entire tabernacle echoed with the sounds of sloppy face-fucking and gagging. Torrents of semen were unleashed down sissy maws as nuns screamed in thunderous climax.

The second nun unloaded her hot nectar in Dylan's gullet. Then, after a long, deliberate mouth-fucking, a third Sister filled his cheeks with her seed. The fourth nun, mercifully, came quickly and gave his tortured throat a break, but his mouth and nose were backed up with gelatinous sperm. The fifth Domina glided into his messy mouth as cum poured from his holes and he fought for air. She plowed his face long and hard until her thick stream of hot paste shot down his throat. Dylan's overfed stomach began to take on a worrisome bulge.

Soon, all twelve sissies came to look pregnant with viscous baby batter. Their arms were pulled behind them in the leather binders as their cum-filled bellies pressed through the latex of their costumes. Each slave was now up to his thighs in creamy jizz and the nuns showed no signs of slowing down. The insatiable Daughters of Lilith were limited only by hydration and nutrition. Many enjoyed bottled water and zinc-fortified semen-replenishment snacks in between turns emptying their oversized scrotums in tight sissy throats.

The night was far from over.

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By the time Evelyn and Vivian found their way to Dylan's front, his entire body was slathered in Futa filth. One could barely make out which sissy was which anymore. Evelyn and Vivian, however, would know those baby blue eyes anywhere. They belonged to the farm boy. The succulent little cocksucker they hadn't taken a turn with yet.

As Evelyn stepped up and brought her considerable cum pipe to bear, Dylan spoke weakly.

"Please, Mistress... my knees hurt. Please, let me stand up..."

Evelyn dropped her cock; the club of flesh swinging below as she put her hands on her hips. She turned and looked back at Vivian with a fiendish expression. "What do you say, Viv? Should we grant that request?"

"I think it's a fine idea" the big black Goddess answered with a wink.

Evelyn reached into the pool and unhooked Dylan from the bondage ring. Vivian grabbed him by the arm and helped him to his feet. Rivulets of thick jizzum slid down his sides and legs as he stood for the first time in hours. Barely any of his black latex outfit could be seen anymore. His maid attire was thoroughly cob-webbed with Futanari nut.

His upright position didn't last long. Evelyn rejoined them and immediately bent him over with Vivian's help. The Stablemistress pushed her stallion-like cock into his sloppy, cum-slathered mouth. Vivian pulled aside his latex panties and fed her fat, dark-meat python into his slutty pucker. They proceeded to spit-roast him hard and fast. Their bulging hoses of cockmeat slurped in and out of his welcoming holes as their latex and leather body-suits slapped into him wetly.