The Birth of Super Pimp Ch. 07

Sister Clarice went out and began her penance, not noticing that Father James remained in the confessional for quite some time. She also missed the muffled moans and grunts. She left heading towards the nunnery and missed the gentleman who walked into the confessional to confess and came out quickly with a dopey grin on his face and a large hard on. If she had happened to follow him she would have been very suspicious when he headed towards Sassy Street and picked up the first hooker he came across.

LATER THAT DAY

"So you see Doctor, I was really scared and conflicted with these feelings. I thought I was over them, but they were really strong, especially when that Slaver called me Mistress." Sister Clarice said as she sat in a chair across from Dr. Jones.

The Doctor smiled back at her in a reassuring manner. "Clarice, these feelings are normal parts of any human soul or set of emotions if you will. Having them and fearing them are two completely different things. You would not be normal if you DIDN'T have them."

"I think you need to do some mental compartmentalization. Rather than fight yourself you need to split yourself in a way. Put the good you into one compartment and the bad you into another. Confront your feelings and stop fearing them. Only after you have confronted your fears can you beat them." The Doctor said with a confident smile.

Sister Clarice looked away for a second and missed the little squirm the good doctor did when the remote controlled vibrator in her pussy turned up two notches for a few seconds.

"Funny, that is almost the same advice I got in confession." She replied to her doctor.

"Well, great minds think alike. Open up and confront your fears. That is the way to get rid of these issues you are having." Dr. Emily Jones said with a grin and then stood up. "I have an appointment at 4pm so I hate to rush you but others need some help as well. Good luck Clarice." she said with a genuine smile as she showed her out.

An older gentleman entered after Sister Clarice walked out. If she had stayed she would have been treated to the sight of this older gentleman being hypnotized, strapped to couch and then brainwashed for an hour to think he was actually a sissyboy slave who needed to be dominated by the good doctor and her BFF Paris.

LATER THAT NIGHT

"What ARE you doing?!?!?!" Sister Clarice nearly shouted at her two novices.

The two novices, Samantha and Jean, stood at a type of attention and dropped the dildo they had been looking at. They looked at each other and then after a moment of silence Samantha said "Sister, please allow me to try and explain..."

Sister Clarice barely kept her composure as she listened. Apparently when sorting the donated clothing bin Jean had found this dildo. Rather than throw it away, she had decided to play a prank on Samantha and had slipped it under her pillow. Sam had found it, and they had proceeded to throw it at each other and then start goofing off with it, pretending it was a microphone or a truncheon.

"We didn't mean to let this get, um, out of hand. It was just a silly prank that got carried away is all." Novice Samantha said as Novice Jean nodded.

"I am going to have to talk to the Mother Superior about this when she returns. She will decide your punishment." Clarice said with a shake of her head.

"OH NO! Please don't! We might get kicked out! You know how strict she is!" Jean nearly wailed.

"Didn't Father James say its your job to met out punishment for us while she is gone? Please, you punish us!" Samantha begged. Jean nodded and added "Yes, you punish us! We submit to your will!"

Both dropped to their knees immediately and bowed their heads.

Clarice blinked. "I, uh, no, no, I'm not doing that. I'm only..."

"Please, we beg you! Punish us, give us your justice! Give us your sentence!" They both intoned.

Clarice struggled with herself for a few moments. On one hand she was very afraid that she might go overboard. But she had to agree that she had been charged by the Father to mentor and punish these two as needed. And a dark voice inside her whispered that it might be fun.

That voice was enough for Clarice. "I am going to confront you and defeat you!" she thought to herself.

"Very well, both of you stand up. I am going to have you both scrub the entire upstairs on your hands and knees tonight twice before bed. Get to it." She turned to go and she heard a "Yes Ma'am." from two very submissive sounding voices. It was a bit of a turn on, but she squashed the thought.

She tried to turn in, but kept hearing them whisper to each other in the hallway. "She is so strong. I wish we were not so weak. I wish she was the Mother Superior, she would have this place in proper discipline. I wish we could serve her directly, she is so dominant."

The whispered talk ate at her subconscious. She could almost hear the good and bad in her arguing over who was stronger. The dark voices inside her kept whispering about going out there and taking charge and how very dirty and stimulating it would be. She fought the voices for several hours until finally a very distinct voice said "Why do you fight yourself? We can do this together. You are to punish people for doing wrong, and I enjoy punishing people. I can help you do your job very well. We don't have to fight. We can work...together."

"Who is this?" Clarice said out loud in a startled voice.

"I am you. I am the other you, the one you locked away, the one you imprisoned. Please don't lock me away anymore. Let's work together and stop this fighting. Please." the voice said.

Clarice trembled and began to pray. The voice didn't speak again the rest of the night.

Over the next week Clarice had an interesting time. Father James had her and the two novices do lots of work on the shelter and in the Cathedral offices. It seemed to Clarice that her novices had gone from some of the best to complete screw ups. She was catching them two or three times a day doing something that merited punishment. They had an alarming habit of begging for mercy on their knees and bowing their heads when she talked to them. They had also started calling her "Ma'am" in a very submissive and formal tone. Clarice actually was flattered and got to where she began to enjoy it.

Father James and Doctor Jones were both encouraging her in her confrontations with her darker side. Father James would ask for great details about how she felt and what the voice told her and encouraged her to continue along this path. His punishments seemed to get lighter and he focused more on her "disciplining" the two novices.

"They can become very useful if they are in the proper mindset. Be firm, and discipline accordingly." He had told her after she had caught them trying on some sexy lace underwear someone had donated.

Doctor Emily Jones had told her that she was making real progress. She had actually encouraged her to sit in front of mirror and talk to "herself, or really your other self" for a few minutes a day. She had said act like you were old friends and were catching up. IT had been awkward at first, but now she did it at least an hour a day, sometimes longer.

Fortunately crime seemed to be on break because she hadn't been called out since the white slavery bust. She got the occasional text, but overall her teammates seemed to be completely on top of everything.

Sister Clarice was sitting in front of her mirror talking to her other self when she heard a very quiet giggle from down the hall. She instantly knew that had to be Sam and Jean and with a small smile she stood up and strode down the hall to their room. She threw open the door and blinked.

The two novices were naked from the waste up, drinking wine and had obviously been playing with each other.

The two startled novices immediately dropped to their knees and bowed their heads. "Ma'am, forgive us. We were changing out the wine in the kitchen and sipped some. We then got carried away and things got out of hand. We beg you to punish us!"

Clarice's hand twitched. She thought to herself "This is beyond the pale! I will kick them out for this! But I must get the Father, I don't trust myself to punish them!"

"Let me."

Clarice blinked. Where had that voice come from?

"Let me. The other you. I can punish them and not lose control. I can make them suffer pain for what they did and set them straight. I can control myself, you lost control once because instead of working together we were fighting. Let me out. Let me do this for you and show you we can work together." Her dark voice said.

Clarice reeled for a few seconds and thought hard. With everything that Father James and Doctor Jones had said this could be the key to achieving inner peace.

"Okay, just long enough to discipline them." Lady Light/Sister Clarice replied. And then she let go.

"Look up. Look up to the face of discipline you cunts." A sultry voice said to the two novices kneeing on the floor.

The two girls looked up with broad smiles. Candice didn't even realize that her entire conversation had actually been out loud. In harmony they replied "Your wish is our command Mistress."

"I am not your Mistress. I am "Ma'am" to you worthless bitches. I am here to properly see you punished for your disobedience. Bend over that bed and expose your asses." Candice replied in a very angry tone.

The two novices hastened to obey and were quickly bent over the bed with their underwear down around their ankles.

"You will count out loud your lashes and you will thank me for each one. You WILL learn obedience and discipline! Begin!" Candice growled out and lashed Sam across the ass with a yard stick.

WACK!

"OUCH!! ONE MA'AM!" Sam cried out in pain, and also to the exhilaration of Candice what sounded like some pleasure.

WACK!

"YEOW! ONE MA'AM!" Jean shouted out with an actual grin. Candice smiled an evil smile as she proceeded to give them each 20 lashes. Their asses where bruised and red and both novices were sobbing heaps on the floor.

Candice felt a great rush of power looking over the two whipped cunts. They had actually ENJOYED it! They had started calling her Mistress halfway through and she hadn't stopped them. It had been intoxicating. She searched her inner self and felt her "good self" peacefully asleep, tucked away in her head. She grinned. She knew that her current darker self had full control during this time and that when she awoke to her other self there would be no memory of this.

"Time to set up some things." Dark Candice said to herself.

"You two cunts. Did you enjoy your discipline?" she asked the whimpering heaps in front of her.

"Yes Mistress, we did. We are not worthy to serve you, please punish us more!" they pleaded in unison.

"You are truly worthy only to be slaves. I will sell you off to be whored in a gutter in a rustbelt city known only for its failure. Unless you do exactly as I instruct."

The two novices smiled as they knelt in front of her. "You wish is our command Mistress." They intoned and then grinned as they received their orders from their true Mistress.

SEVERAL DAYS LATER

Sister Candice stretched as she woke from her nap. She had a long night, working in the shelter and had gotten to bed VERY late. Apparently her novices had let her sleep in some as it was now nearly 9am. She shrugged, today didn't have much on the schedule so a sleeping a bit late was probably okay. Morning prayers were not until 10am anyway so she could go and get ready.

She strode down the hallway with a greeting of "Good Morning" from Novice Jean. She appeared very happy as she had a large smile on her face and she dipped her head in almost a bow as Candice passed. Several days ago, that sign of submission would have set off alarm bells in Sister Clarice. Now she took it as her due. She was in charge here, and she did demand obedience and discipline.

She frowned. Despite the obviously effective discipline her other self had handed out to the two novices, she had begun to have issues with the other nuns. Father James had simply given her the task of punishing them. A day didn't go by without her having at least 2 nuns in her office for discipline. Oddly, she had problems remembering what exactly her dark self did. When she carefully discussed it with the other sisters they seemed very pleased with their punishments and had insisted that it had been just.

Sister Clarice was headed to the kitchen when she heard a soft moaning coming from a bedroom at the top of the stairs. As all the other sisters should be heading towards prayer or in the kitchens, she was curious and opened the door.

There, in front of her eyes, was Father James fucking Novice Samantha in the ass. Samantha was biting down hard on a ball gag while she held onto the bed frame with both hands. She was wearing only her habit, a pair of very sexy lace stocking and some glossy black 6 inch heels. Father James had his pants down around his ankles as he grunted away like a dog in heat.

Sister Candice blinked and staggered back into the door. She gaped and just as she was getting ready to shout, she stood ramrod straight and her eyes rolled back.

Sister Candice shook her head once and then with a grim face strode into room. Without hesitation she grabbed a willow switch that was lying on the bed (there was a switch, crop, or whip in nearly every room now for some reason) and growled "On your knees you dogs!"

The two clergy immediately dropped to their knees in front of the dark skinned beauty. They lowered their heads in unison and intoned "We have sinned Mistress, punish us."

Candice laid into them with a will. Soon both were begging and howling while she grinned in savage delight. THIS was fun! This was POWER! The rush it gave her was overwhelming and turned her on something fierce.

She whipped them until they were sobbing heaps on the floor. When she stopped they both thanked her for being such a good mistress.

She started to step back when her eyes rolled up again. This time a scared look came over her face. She looked at the man and woman lying on the floor and the switch and she screamed.

"MY GOD! What have I become? What am I doing?" Sister Candice cried out.

"You are our mistress. You own us and discipline us! You are dominant!" Father James and Sister Samantha chanted.

"No! This is out of hand! I can't do this! This is wrong, this..." she tapered off as memories of herself flogging nuns, priests, and some homeless people flooded her mind. The feelings of power, pleasure at the pain of others and the pleasure of dominating them overwhelmed her.

"Yes. This is the true you. This weak person, who seeks to forgive and to care, is the one that needs to be locked up. She is weak, she cannot be a super hero. I must be the dominant one." A sultry, dark, hard voice replied from her own mouth.

Sister Clarice shoved her fist into mouth and bit down hard enough to draw blood. She looked at Novice Samantha who was now looking at her with a loving empty stare. Samantha said "I serve you Mistress."

And Sister Clarice ran from the room as fast as she could go.

Sister Clarice didn't stop running until she had reached her Doctor's office. She literally stormed into the office and right past the receptionist who actually didn't seem all that surprised.

"Doctor! You must help me! My dark self is taking over! The memories I've had over the last week were false! She had been manipulating me and she can take me over sometimes! You must..."

"Calm down! I'll help, but calm down. Here sit down on this chair and relax. If you are excited you will act without thinking and this doesn't sound like it would be a good time for that." Dr. Emily Jones said.

Sister Clarice sat down in a very ornate chair and without a thought crossed her legs over her knee. Dr. Jones sat on a much plainer chair that was lower to the ground. Sister Clarice then reached over onto the desk and picked up a long black cigarette holder and without a thought put in a black cigarette. She held it out and the Doctor immediately lit it.

Sister Clarice took a long inhale, held the smoke, and then exhaled. She let out another breath and sat back. "Good, this is helping me relax. Glad I can have a smoke now and then to take the edge off." She said to her Doctor who was sitting with her knees together and her hands on her lap with her head down.

"Very good ma'am. Now how may I serve?" the doctor said with a smile.

"I caught Father James fucking Novice Samantha! They were going at it like animals in heat! I was shaken to the core, and then suddenly without any warning my Dark Self took over! The next thing I know both of them are nearly whipped to death and they are calling me Mistress and thanking me for dominating them! I nearly blacked out but suddenly couldn't control my body. My dark self took over from me without my help! She has been tricking me this whole time! My memories have been tampered with and now she is fighting to control me!" Sister Candice said, not noticing that she had reached down and picked up a riding crop made of black leather and was tapping her heel.

Dr. Jones leaned forward and touched her knee to comfort her, and was rewarded by a smack on her hand with the crop.

"You do not touch me without my permission." Sister Clarice said without a thought.

"Forgive me. Mistress."

Sister Clarice blinked, and then stared at her hand in horror as she tapper her heel with the crop. Her eyes grew bigger as she saw, really saw the cigarette holder, and even bigger as she saw the ornate chair in the center of the room.

And more memories flooded back.

Memories of her seeing her friends and others being whipped into submission, of her beating and whipping men and women into sobbing heaps pleading for mercy from their mistress and then thanking her for her discipline and justice. Of the Doctor helping her forget with special cigarettes, of her forcing the two novices to lick her boots clean, of Father Jimmy being collared and leashed by her for daring to speak to her as an equal. Of her dark self being given full and free reign.

"Oh God. What have I done? What have I become?" Sister Clarice said in a voice that could only be described as full of despair and hopelessness.

"I can help you. I can help you get away from this." Doctor Emily Jones said.

"You can?"

"Yes. You are very resistant to many drugs and to magic, but you cannot resist yourself. Your true self. The Dark Self. I can help the good you get away if you let me." The doctor said with evil grin.

Sister Clarice looked helpless, afraid and alone. She tried to find strength to be a hero, to overcome this. But she found she could not call on it. She had no strength left, no will. She simply nodded.

"Come." The doctor led Clarice by the hand out a door into another room. There she began to take off Sister Clarice's clothes and habit. She was soon naked. The doctor then dressed her. She put on a latex, black, skintight body suit, with black opera gloves and a black mask. She pulled up her hair into a impressive tower and decked it out with a bejeweled hairnet. Diamond earrings, blood red lipstick. Black vinyl thigh high boots shined to a near mirror shine with six inch heels went on her pretty feet. And then, Doctor Emily Jones slipped a 2 foot long leather riding crop with a large diamond stud on the handle's tip into her hand. The doctor led her to a full length mirror.

"Clarice, this is Lady Midnight, the Duchess of Sassy Street. She is going to take your body now and you are going to go and hide in the deep dark parts of your mind where you will never ever see this woman again. You will be safe there, and you will never ever want to come out where Lady Midnight is because she will hurt you if you do. Now say goodbye and go." Doctor Emily Jones said.