Latex Futa Nuns From Hell

By ChainedToAKeyboard

Submitted: August 2, 2019

Updated: December 13, 2019

A horny, despondent nun is granted a second chance by a supernatural being. The world would never
be the same again.

(Femdom, Futa on male, corruption, bondage, discipline, feminization, latex, leather, rubber, oral, anal,
slavery)

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Chapter 1 - The Gift 2

Chapter 2 - The Subjugation of Father Francis 19
Chapter 3 - Seeding The Sisterhood (Preview) 41
Chapter 4 - The Fall Of St. Michael's (Preview) 44
Chapter 5 - A New Order (Preview) 48
 1 - The Gift

It was the hour of the wolf and Sister Jessica Felicita was troubled. She had been awake in bed for at
least an hour reliving a particular event from the previous day and contemplating her life. Regret and
anxiety had taken hold and no amount of prayer was getting her back to sleep. Frustrated, she tossed
the thin blanket off her body and slid off the bed into the muggy Austin air of midsummer. The rays of a
full moon beamed through her window, illuminating her ample curves through the gossamer nightgown
she was wearing. She crossed the sparsely decorated dorm to the bathroom and flipped on the light.

Jessica ran the cold water and splashed some on her face before gazing into the mirror. What stared
back was an image she'd grown tired of. A woman quickly approaching mid-life as the first creases and
wrinkles of age began forming on her lovely bronze skin. Flowing locks of beautiful brunette hair that
were hidden under a veil day by day. Piercing reddish-brown eyes that brimmed with curiosity and
intellect, but also betrayed an unfathomable sadness. Full, pouty lips that had not known the touch of a
man since she was twenty.

She was taller than most Latinas at 5'10. Taller than almost all of the women at the Sisters of
Guadalupe. Her parents, hard working immigrants both, had died in a car crash when she was fourteen
and the convent had raised her from there. Her unassuming father and stern mother had both been
people of devout religious conviction and she had not wanted to disappoint them or the Sisters who had
graciously raised her. In honor of their memory she had undergone the lengthy process to be confirmed
as a nun much younger than most. It was a decision that weighed on her more heavily with each
passing year as the world grew more monstrous, her faith wilted and the specters of what might have
been haunted her private moments.

Jessica turned the light off and crossed the room once more, her curvy figure cutting a striking silhouette
against the pale moonlight. She slipped into bed and pulled the cover back over her body. She settled
into the old, worn mattress and attempted, in vain, to get back to sleep. Her frenzied mind would have
none of it. The same scene that she'd been fixated on all night replayed in her mind for the umpteenth
time.

The Sisters, Father Francis and other members of the church had been at a fund-raising event
downtown. They had setup a bake sale on the main drag and it had proceeded much like any bake sale
until about noon. Whether it was a miss-communication or no one at the church had bothered to check
the city's itinerary, they were all taken aback as a loud, enthusiastic pride parade had marched down the
street in full view of the astonished clergy. It would have been impossible to pack up all their baked
goods, decorations, bible tracts and tables to flee the scene before the parade made its way past them.
So they stood there; many averting their gaze, several gawking in horror and disbelief and Jessica
soaking it all in. It was all she could do not to lick her lips or touch herself.
The tapestry of kink that unfurled before her was a spectrum of curiosities her sheltered mind could
never have imagined. Women in fairy costumes. People wearing nothing but feathers and beads. Others
dressed as ponies or covered head to toe in fur suits. Jessica had never been to Mardi Gras, but she
imagined it must have been something like this.

What caught her attention most of all were the parade goers in leather and latex. Studded leather
bondage harnesses. Full body gimp suits and cat suits. Masters and Mistresses in gleaming rubber
leading their obedient slaves by the chain through the streets. This, Jessica was tangentially more
familiar with, for she had harbored hidden desires for many years. She had fed those desires whenever
she could with a stray magazine article, internet search or book that slipped below the convent's radar.
She would always confess in an attempt to purge her mind, yet the sinful thoughts returned each time
without fail.

Saying that the BDSM kinksters caught her attention wasn't quite accurate. Jessica was fixated. She felt
a deep longing within her as she watched those cheerful people march through the streets and flaunt
their style, playfulness and sexuality. It felt like she had been trudging through a desert for decades and
had finally arrived at the oasis. She couldn't stop thinking about it no matter how hard she tried. Nor of
the wasted time and lost possibilities that her life now represented.

Her body was warm and it wasn't just the summer heat. The thin layer of perspiration and the
clamminess throughout her body was a product of something more. The increase in her heart rate could
not be attributed to physical activity. She was needy and the more she thought about the parade, the
more her right hand inched down her torso.

Jessica's youthful indoctrination had kicked in several times that night already.

'This is wrong.'

'This is sinful.'

'You aren't supposed to want these things.'

It had activated the same way the first time she fantasized about a boy and discovered how moist she
was below. The first time she had kissed one. Every time, as a young woman, that she had worn a skirt
that wasn't long enough for the Sisters liking or makeup that made her look “like a hussy.”

She was so sick of it all. Sick of the shame and guilt. Sick of the ancient texts, pointless rituals and
thankless menial labor dominating her life. Sick of powerful men lying and looking down on her. Sick of
being denied one of life's simplest pleasures.
Jessica closed her eyes and envisioned one of the young men from the parade. She hadn't seen his
face thanks to the rubber mask he'd been wearing, but he was tall, fit and covered in clinging black latex.
She began circling the outer lips of her hungry sex as she imagined him as her property. Someone who
wanted her stern affections as much as she wanted to give them. Someone who would never abandon
her. Someone who couldn't abandon her, because he was thoroughly bound. Someone who was her
slave to do with as she pleased.

She pictured herself dressing him in the thick, clinging rubber. Binding him with cuffs, ties and chains.
Grabbing his chin and giving him harsh instruction. Two fingers began dipping into her sopping depths,
slowly at first and stroking her engorged clit in between each pleasurable dive. Her left hand found her
heavy D-cup breasts and began groping them gently through the silky nightgown.

In her mind, she was pressing his shoulders down, forcing her gimp fuck toy to kneel before her. She
wore a black leather bustier and thigh high boots, groping her slut boy aggressively as she enjoyed the
anticipation. Finally, she grabbed the back of his hooded head and pulled his mouth to her eager sex,
smacking his ass with a leather crop as she commanded him to put his tongue to work.

Jessica was close now. So close to her first orgasm in what seemed like forever. It had been well over a
decade since she took her vow of celibacy, but she was re-learning the art of self pleasure at lighting
speed. Her pussy greedily devoured her fingers in smooth strokes. Her digits slurped in and out in
between silky rubs around her clitoris. She pictured herself jamming her slave's face into her hungry
pussy, completely drenching his mouth with her juices.

“Oh yeah... right there! Lick me slut! LICK MEEEEE!!!”

A fountain of light erupted in the center of Jessica's dorm. Her eyes flew open as her humble room lit up
like a Christmas tree. She reflexively screamed in fright, but no sound emanated from her mouth.
Jessica pushed her body back against the headboard of her bed, her hands abandoning their
pleasurable pursuits and pulling the blanket with her. She cried out a second time, but again her voice
seemed to fade into nothing. The light coalesced more and more as the outline of a luminescent being
took shape.

It was a woman clad in azure armor with golden trim. Her blonde hair streamed behind her open-face
helmet, flowing up and down as if the wind were carrying it. She hung in mid air at the center of the
room, wings of light extending from her back. Her peach toned skin glowed with a faint light and she
carried a sword at her side and a golden trident in her left hand. The being gazed down at Jessica with
piercing blue eyes, a sanguine smile on her lips.
“Jessica Felicita Christiano. It is an auspicious night, for you have been chosen for a task of
great importance.”

The words echoed in Jessica's mind. The being spoke telepathically, her lips unmoving. Was this really
happening? Had she fallen asleep and this was some crazy dream? In all her years of prayer and
beseeching the heavenly host, she had never received a response. Jessica's heart pounded as she
pondered how to reply. Could she even speak?

“I... hello.”

She could speak again. Her mind raced, unsure of how to proceed. Her quivering slowly ceased as she
became accustomed to the divine vision before her. There was clearly no malice in this otherworldly
visitor, but it was still incredibly intimidating.

“For... for what task have I been chosen?”

“One that coincides with your deepest desires. The corruption of your church is beyond
reckoning. It must be cleansed. You shall punish the wicked, restore balance to this blighted
world and deliver your sisters from bondage.”

Jessica sat in astonishment. It was a lot to take in. The blanket she'd been clinging to fell away from her
bosom as her hands lowered to her sides. She wondered which angel, if in fact it was one of the arch
angels, she was speaking to, but she didn't want to ask impertinent questions. It mattered little. This
messenger spoke the truth.

Those were indeed her ardent wishes. She had mulled it over many a time as the years passed and she
had learned more about the scandals plaguing the Catholic church. With each bishop and cardinal she
met, she had grown more resentful at their abuse of power, their greed, their condescension and their
flouting of the holy laws they were supposed to uphold. She was tired of living in servitude to an
institution mired in such flagrant hypocrisy.

But what could she do? What would one nun speaking out have accomplished? She would've been
thrown out of the convent as she entered middle age and had to start life over with no support, no
marketable skills and the youth drained from her body. She had been utterly trapped by the
circumstances of her childhood and the decisions of her youth. That is, perhaps, until now.

“How? How will I do these things?”

The being of light waved her right hand and a golden chalice appeared in the air between them. It
floated to Jessica slowly as the angelic being extended her hand in offering.

“Drink deeply and without hesitation, my child. Within this cup lies your salvation and a mandate
to change the world.”

In the moment of truth, the Catholic conditioning assailed Jessica's psyche.

'The church is your home.'

'Jesus is the only way to salvation.'

'This is arrogance. Folly! You'll burn for this.'

But she had seen and heard too much to let it sway her any longer. There was no hesitation in her. She
had prayed, begged and cried out for a new beginning countless times. One does not second guess a
miracle when it arrives. She grasped the cup firmly as it came into range, brought it to her lips, closed
her eyes and titled her head back.

Sweetness. Unfathomable sweetness. She had heard the phrase “mana from heaven” many times, but
had no inkling of its meaning until now. The drink was thick, golden honey magnified a thousand fold.
Her face and throat buzzed with delirious pleasure as she downed the heavenly drink. Her entire body
pulsed with vigor and her mind exploded with a galaxy of new possibilities. She gulped it down hungrily,
her lips sucking out every last drop as her body reached a euphoric crescendo.

And then... it was over. Jessica opened her eyes and gazed at the cup as she pulled it from her lips. It
was a dark obsidian goblet with gnarled talons, fanged beasts and bones adorning it from top to bottom.
Her breath caught in her throat as she lowered it. The angel was gone.

Jessica shrieked and dropped the twisted chalice. It rolled off her bed and skidded across the stone floor
with a series of audible clinks. It came to a stop near a pair of high heeled leather boots. Above them,
bright red flesh outlined thick thighs curving up into a slick leather thong. A flat, well toned midsection
proceeded upward to ample red breasts with dark areolas that leaked with milky lactation. Her red skin
was cut off at the biceps by long, black latex gloves that trailed down both of her arms. A faint glow
radiated outward from her curvy form, illuminating her in the darkness.

“I must say, that was easier than I expected.”

The same wide grin beamed at Jessica, but now it was accompanied by bright orange-yellow eyes with
black slits for pupils. Straight, silky, jet black hair ringed her head, a wave of it sliding down the right half
of her face and obscuring her visage. Her lips were the color of darkest night and curved horns, the
same scarlet tone as her skin, sprouted from her temples. The glowing wings of light were supplanted by
leathery crimson flesh and a long red tail trailed behind her, ending in a fleshy, phallic spade.

The demonic looking temptress trailed her right hand up her curvy body. She slid her latex fingers over
her weeping breasts before licking them with her serpentine tongue. She peered down at the goblet on
the floor and then returned her gaze to Jessica.

“Tasty?”

Jessica was still in shock, but the implication was enough to snap her back to reality.

'Oh my god, did I just drink the breast milk of this... hellspawn?!?'

Jessica did the only thing that made sense to her in the moment. She dove to the edge of her bed,
leaned her head over and stuck a finger down her throat, hoping against hope she could gag it up. Only
moments ago she would have given anything for more. Now she just wanted it out of her body. Amused
laughter echoed in her mind as she choked on her own digits; the very same fingers she'd been jamming
into her pussy only minutes ago.

“That won't work. You're wasting your time.”

After a solid minute of trying Jessica admitted defeat. No matter how many times she gagged, nothing
came up. The viscus substance had stuck in her like glue. She pushed herself back up to her knees and
glared angrily at the leather clad hellion.

“So eager to throw away a new beginning. Pathetic... I hope I wasn't wrong to choose you.”

“You tricked me! DEMON!”

“You saw what you wanted to see. Having consumed my essence, you now see the truth. Not
one word that I've spoken tonight has been anything less than the truth.”
Jessica seethed. Whoever this demon bitch was, she was playing games. It was time to ask the
question that should've been her first.

“Who are you?”

“In your tongue, I am called Lilith.”

Lilith... Jessica knew she'd heard the name before, but where? The old Jewish texts? That seemed right,
but it had been a long time she studied Hebrew mythology in any depth. She couldn't quite place it.

“What have you done to me?”

“Only that which I promised. There was more within that cup than you can possibly imagine.
Components from realms beyond this mortal plane. Forbidden knowledge it took me ages to
acquire. Its preparation took many times longer than your life thus far. You have accepted my gift
and that makes you my disciple. You do not understand, but you will soon.”

“Disciple? I'm not leaving one religion just to join anoth...”

A wave of intense fatigue washed over Jessica. Her need to sleep was urgent and deep. She fell back
onto her pillows as her eyelids fluttered.

“Yes, it's time to rest now, my child. Let the potion do its work. We shall speak again soon.”

Lilith's sinister laugh echoed in her mind. It was the last thing Jessica registered as the world faded to
black.

*****

Stiffness consumed Jessica's body as she slowly came to. She'd been resting in an awkward position
after collapsing into unnatural sleep and she felt it through her entire body. Stiffness and something
else... Something didn't feel right.
She sat up slowly, scanning the room and wondering if the supernatural encounter had been real.
Perhaps she'd dozed off in the midst of her fantasizing and the rest was a bizarre dream. She swung her
legs toward the edge of the bed and realized that her lower body felt heavier than usual. Then she saw
it, a bulge near the bottom of her nightgown. Her eyes went wide and she pulled the nightgown up in
panic.

Her old anatomy was gone. Hanging from her pelvis was a giant, hairless pipe of dark meat and two
bulbous brown cantaloupes below. It was huge. Bigger than any of the boyfriends she'd had as a young
woman, by far. It had to be at least 10 inches even in its flaccid state.

She covered her mouth and bit her tongue to prevent herself from screaming.

'No, no, no, no, NO! Oh my god...'

She rose from the bed and trotted to the bathroom, her new appendage dangling below her. She tore off
her nightgown and tossed it aside. She closed her eyes and positioned herself before the body length
mirror on her closet door.

'This isn't happening. I'm imagining things. When I open my eyes, I'm going to be fine.'

She opened her eyes. Jessica had a giant fucking cock.

She sat down on the toilet, her mind reeling. She pinched herself. She gave herself a slap in the face.

'This is a dream. It has to be. It was all a dream and I'm still dreaming. No, this is a nightmare!'

*knock knock knock*

The loud rapping jolted Jessica upwards. She rose in alarm.

“Hey, Jess! Are you in here?!?”

It was Sister Victoria, or “Vick” as Jessica knew her. Vick was one of her few close friends in the
convent. For a nun she had very little modesty and often barged into Jessica's quarters at the most
inopportune of times. It didn't particularly surprise Jessica that she had shown up at the worst possible
moment.

“I'm in here!” Jessica called from the bathroom “I'm not decent right now.”

“Nothing I haven't seen before!” Vicky replied.

Jessica could have choked on the irony. She reached for the thickest towel she had and quickly
wrapped it around her waist. It would hide her new anatomy better than the nightgown ever could. She
thanked god that she didn't have the fabled “morning wood” and walked to the bathroom door, peeking
her head out.

“I was just getting into the shower.”

Vick was one of the few women in the convent that was younger than Jessica. Traces of radiant red hair
trickled out around the edges of her veil, the restrictive headdress unable to contain her luscious locks
completely. Her smooth white skin beamed with youth and she wore a cheerful grin on her face. This
wasn't the first time Jessica had gotten herself in trouble and these situations never ceased to amuse
Vick.

“You know Mother Superior is having a fit right? You slept through morning prayer.”

Jessica glanced at the clock radio above her bed. She hadn't even noticed how late it was.

“Yeah... I, uh, had a really rough night. Bad dreams. Kept me up for hours.”

“Is that what I heard last night? The walls here are thick, but I could've sworn I heard you yell at some
point in the middle of the night. It woke me up briefly. I almost came to check on you, but then it was
quiet again.”

Vicky lived in the dorm right next door. Thankfully Jessica's room was at the end of the hallway and she
didn't have other neighbors.

“Yeah, that must have been when I woke up. It took me forever to get back to sleep.”

Her towel began to slip. Jessica closed her fist around it with an iron grip.
“Well, you know Momma Soups! She won't hear any excuses. You're gonna get extra chores today.”

Jessica sighed. “Yeah, what else is new?”

Vicky gave her a wink and backed towards the door.

“Alright, good luck. Come find me if you need a hand! See you at lunch?”

“If I have time for lunch” Jessica answered dryly.

The door shut and she let out the breath she'd been holding. Jessica walked back into the bathroom,
stopping in front of her closet mirror and letting the towel drop around her feet. She examined her
impressive new appendage, still coming to grips with her new reality.

'How the fuck am I going to hide this?!?'

*****

Jessica's day went by much like any other despite her strange new predicament. She had gotten to pee
standing up for the first time in her life, so that was something new, but otherwise it was the usual
drudgery. Work, prayer, chores, rituals. The thick fabric of her long, black habit did a passable job of
hiding her member for the most part. Jessica sensed her cock beginning to stiffen at one point which
prompted a light jog to the bathroom with her hands clasped in front of her. She waited patiently for her
erection to pass before returning to her labors.

Her chores seemed to fly by faster than usual as she replayed the events of the previous night in her
head. She tried to recall her conversation with the strange, winged being in detail and puzzle through
what Lilith's game might be, but there was only so much she could do in her own mind. She needed to
conduct some research.

As the day went by, Jessica couldn't help but notice how thirsty she was. She downed several more
glasses of water than she normally would in a given work day. She stopped by the kitchen twice to
retrieve orange juice and lemonade. No matter how much she drank, the thirst persisted.
During her lunch break, she opted to skip meeting with Vick and instead go to the convent's library. She
sat down at one of the library desktops, logged in and immediately entered “Lilith” into the search
engine. She clicked on the Wikipedia article first and read the summary. Even that short passage was
very instructive.

'So, that's who you are. Now I remember...'

Jessica shoved a granola bar in her mouth and downed a bottled water. She spent the next 20 minutes
clicking around and reading various articles about Lilith on other websites. It was far from a thorough
education, but at least now she wouldn't be at such a disadvantage if the demoness returned. Jessica
certainly hoped that she would. Lilith had a lot of explaining to do.

*****

It was 3:38 AM and Jessica was wide awake again. She had fallen asleep almost immediately upon
retiring, exhausted from the usual work and the extra chores Mother Superior had assigned in penalty
for her tardiness.

She tossed and turned in futility, but there was no getting back to sleep. She was raging horny. Her
libido had spiked to new heights and she wasn't sure if it was because of her new cock, how the demon
bitch had ruined her orgasm the night before, or both.

Her mind wandered once more to her fantasy slave. Her imaginary sexy gimp in shining black. There
were new possibilities now. Sure, she could have fucked him with a strap-on before. She definitely would
have, but now she had a real cock. She could fuck his mouth and feel every delightful moist sensation.
She could rail his ass and experience the exquisite pleasure of a cock buried in fleshy, wet tightness.

Would she cum like a man? It seemed likely. Why else would she have a hefty set of balls?

There was no inching downward this time. She pulled up her nightgown to just below her breasts and
seized her fleshy member below in her right hand. She began stroking it back and forth, softly at first.
She pictured her gimp slut on both knees below her. Jessica would fuck his whore mouth all night long.
She would bottom out her fat dick in his wet, waiting throat until he had no gag reflex left. If he
complained one bit, she would bind his arms. Jessica would hear the delightful wet sounds of slurping,
glomming and sputtering until she shot a hot load into her obedient bitch boy, and it would be the first of
many.

Her cock responded immediately, rising quickly in her hand. Before Jessica knew it she was stroking up
and down while moaning lightly. It felt fucking incredible and she wasn't even on the verge of orgasm
yet. Was this what men felt all the time?!? No wonder they did so much thinking with their dicks. No
wonder they ran the fucking world! She already felt more powerful just holding her meaty weapon. One
taste of this combination of pleasure and potency would cause anyone to crave more for the rest of their
lives.

Her slave, on the other hand, would never know that feeling again. His cock belonged to her and it would
remain locked away forever. He would orgasm only when being fucked in the ass. When his hungry little
prostate sung like an anvil being battered with a hammer.

Jessica had read that in a magazine years ago. That a man's “g-spot” was located in his ass.
Furthermore, the prostate was something that men had and women didn't. Didn't it make sense then,
that men should be the ones getting fucked in the ass? It made all the sense in the world to Jessica.

Her hand was gliding up and down smoothly now and her cock was at full mast. Each stroke slid her
slick fingers back and forth over at least a foot of rock hard brown dick. Pre-cum had begun oozing in
thick spurts from the head and the pleasurable sensation was overwhelming. As her masturbation
become more frenzied, the light slapping sounds of her hand smacking her pelvis grew louder with each
stroke. Her toes curled and she bit her lip as she approached her climax.

'Yeah, suck my fucking cock you gimp bitch! TAKE IT! Gonna fill you up you fucking whooorrrreeee!!!!'

Jessica clamped down on her tongue so she wouldn't scream. She grunted as her jutting mega cock
shot a thick rope of semen into the air that landed on her stomach and chest with a light slap. She fisted
her meat missile with incredible need, the ejaculate firing up and out in creamy bursts.

'OH FUCK! YESSSSS!!! FUCKING YES!!!! HOLY FUCKING GOD!!!!'

She milked her fat cock for as long as it continued to fire, a stunning amount of jizzum spurting out all
over her torso. The rich, milky ejaculate formed a pool in her midsection, her nightgown barely avoiding
a buttery bath. The final few spurts fired out as Jessica's eyes rolled back and she released her sticky
club of flesh.

'Holy. Fucking. Shit!'

Her breath came quickly and her heartbeat raced. The soothing waves of afterglow washed over her.
Now she knew how the other half lived. The male orgasm was more akin to a rapid series of shotgun
blasts. It was different, but she loved it. Every second leading up to it had been intense beyond
measure. It was shorter, but incredibly strong. It also made a giant fucking mess, but that was hot too, in
its own way.

All the tension had drained out of Jessica's body. She was almost relaxed enough to fall back asleep,
but the nagging thirst continued to plague her. Her stomach growled even though she had eaten a full
dinner earlier that night. It didn't make any sense. She had drank more than she could ever remember
drinking in a single day, yet her thirst persisted.

She looked down at the pool of cum lying in her stomach, lost in thought for a moment. It couldn't be
that... could it? Could that be what she needed?

She reached down gingerly with two fingers, scooping some of the paste-like substance from her torso.
She raised her hand up and examined her digits, the gooey substance gleaming in the light moon glow
exuding from her bedroom window.

'This is kind of gross, but if it will help me get to sleep... Here goes nothing.'

She brought the fingers to her lips and sank them into an anxious mouth.

Vile. Repulsive. Disgusting. She recoiled immediately, coughing, choking and gasping despite the limited
amount she had taken in. She drew up as much moisture in her cheeks as she could and hacked a
dollop of spit onto her stomach, clearing her mouth and adding to the considerable mess on her
midsection.

The familiar cackle of female laughter echoed in her mind. A light glow grew in the center of the room
and Lilith once again appeared in her leather clad, winged glory. This time she wore a leather corset
capped by claw shaped cups that held up her ample red cleavage. She had a crop in her left hand and a
whip was curled menacingly on her right hip. She shot Jessica a wicked grin, her eyes glowing with
power and her voice coated in amusement.

“No, I'm afraid that won't slake your thirst, my child. Close, but not quite. You hunger for
something else.”

Jessica gritted her teeth and sat up, a stream of thick jizz running down her body as she did. Lilith drifted
closer to the bed, observing her sticky, cum caked state. Jessica reached for a spare blanket at the foot
of her bed and started mopping herself up as Lilith spoke again.

“My my... if you want a hardcore pervert, don't go to a brothel. Get thee to a nunnery! If there's
one thing your church does well, it's sexual repression. The Catholics have bred more
degenerates and deviants than any faith in history. It's almost a shame that we're going to
destroy them.”

Jessica ignored her playful mockery. She stared daggers at the demonic dominatrix, refusing to be
intimidated a second time.

“Why am I so thirsty? What will make it stop?”

“The seed of man.”

Jessica's eyes opened wide in shock, the implication landing like a smack to her face. She needed to
drink... male cum? Her initial bewilderment slowly gave way to anger.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!?”

“No, and even once you have what you crave, the thirst will always return in time. You will
require it regularly, and if you do not have it, you will begin to wither and go mad.”

Jessica's hands balled into fists. She was shaking with rage. After Lilith's talk about changing the world
and what a great “gift” she'd been bestowed, this was what she'd become?

“Wow Lilith, that's great! I feel so “empowered” now that I need to suck dicks for the the rest of my life!
So I'm some kind of shemale vampire, but I need men's cum instead of blood?!? That's fucking
awesome!”

Jessica balled up the cum soaked blanket and threw it directly at the winged Domina. It passed through
her harmlessly and landed on the floor behind her. Lilith's delighted chuckle reverberated in her mind.
She arched one eyebrow and pointed her crop at Jessica.

“That's quite a temper you have. Inherited from your mother if I'm not mistaken? Good. It will be
an asset in your new role, as long as you don't let it get the better of you. You are not a vampire.
You are a succubus. And you won't need to suck dicks. Is your imagination really that limited?”

Jessica glared at her, her arms raising in an exaggerated shrug.

“What am I missing here?”

“You now know the drawbacks, but you haven't learned the benefits. My gift bestowed you with
many abilities that you can use to your advantage.”

“Like what? The ability to get kicked in the balls?”

“Your body now emits pheromones that make you irresistible to the vast majority of men. Only
those with the strongest wills will be able to withstand it. When you touch them, flesh on flesh,
the effect intensifies, arousing any submissive inclinations they may have. And if they are
exposed to your cum... let's just say, you won't be the only thirsty one.”

A bright red stop sign lit up in Jessica's mind and her anger ground to a halt.

''Wait a minute. I can enslave men with my touch... and my cum?'

Suddenly, this wasn't sounding so bad. Not to a sex deprived, perpetually frustrated woman embracing
kinky fantasies late in life. Lilith must have peered into her private moments of self discovery over the
years. Between Jessica's femdom desires and her position in the church, it made perfect sense why
Lilith had chosen her. The puzzle was slowly coming together.

“You will discover other abilities and benefits in time. Right now, you should focus on quenching
your thirst and asserting your authority over this church. Can you think of a way of
accomplishing both in one stroke?”

Jessica thought for a moment. “...Father Francis?”

Lilith nodded. “Your priest. He lives in a private residence on the other side of the campus,
correct?”

“Yes.”
“You will go there tomorrow night and bend him to your will. He will be the first domino. The first
pawn taken in our great game.”

“I... yes, but...”

“Do not overthink it. Keep what you have learned tonight in mind, but do what feels natural. Let
your instincts guide you. Embrace your carnal impulses and they will make you strong. You are
not just a succubus, Jessica. You are the product of my obsession across ages. You are the next
evolution of your kind. You will be the apex predator of Succubi.”

It was a lot, just like the night before, but at least now the cards were on the table. Lilith had deceived
her, but now Jessica understood why. Would she have taken this opportunity if it had been offered
openly? Almost definitely not. She would have chickened out and chosen to remain compliant and
miserable, just like she had years ago when she almost ran away to pursue acting and modeling.
Instead, she'd taken the vow to become a Sister of Guadalupe out of guilt and a desire to honor her
family. Her own happiness and ambitions had never even entered the equation.

Now, as Jessica sat in her bed, gazing up at what could only be described as an avatar of rebellion and
a Goddess of female domination, the beginnings of gratitude took root in her. Lilith had thrown her into
the ocean and now Jessica had to sink or swim. Perhaps it was exactly what she needed.

“As you say... umm, how should I address you?”

“I am the Mistress of the Night. Address me as such or simply call me Lilith. I care not as long
you fulfill your destiny.”

Jessica bowed her head slightly. “As you say, Mistress.”

“The hour grows late. I must go. My expectations for you are high. Good luck, my child, until next
we meet.”

The light sliding around her curvy form dimmed and Lilith's haughty expression faded into nothing. Soon,
all that remained was a dark, sparsely furnished room and the soft hum of chirping crickets.

Jessica laid back down. She needed to rest but she knew that would be impossible. Her mind brimmed
with excitement at the potential her future now held. She was embracing a new paradigm of taking
control and seeking sexual fulfillment; the opposite of her existence until now. How does one sleep the
night before they begin a new life?

Her cock twitched and Jessica felt the stirrings of lust within her once more. She reached below and
began stroking her long, fat member up and down. The shaft was still slick with her filth and her blood
rushed to it quickly.

Well, perhaps there was one way she could relax.

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 2 - The Subjugation of Father Francis

It was a blazing hot summer day as Jessica trudged down the burning sidewalk, her thick wool habit
making the journey much more arduous than it needed to be. That had been the story of her life since
joining the Sisters of Guadalupe. It might as well have been the sisterhood's motto. “Harder than it has
to be.” But not for much longer. Their mission was no longer hers. Jessica was charting a new course
and the first stop was a sex shop in downtown Austin.

She had desperately wanted to wear her “bathing habit” for this excursion. It was the only convent
sanctioned outfit that allowed a nun to show some skin. Typically it was worn when doing “dirty work”
outside or on the rare occasion when the nuns went on a field trip to the beach. But for now, the bathing
habit wasn't an option. Lilith's gift would have displayed much too prominently in that garment, so
Jessica had to suffer and sweat in a full habit for a little while longer. As she did, Lilith's curse scraped at
her mind as much as her digestive system. Her need for a man's essence grew more urgent by the hour
and it drove her forward with ambition.

After a long walk in the summer heat and dozens of gawks from people unused to seeing a nun in
public, Jessica spotted her destination. The name of the shop, “Forbidden Fruit” was lit up in blazing
neon, buzzing away and wasting electricity in the sun blasted concrete jungle. She ducked into the shop
and immediately felt the sweet relief of air conditioning. This was decidedly not a waste of electricity and
if Jessica was successful in her conquest of the church and the convent, installing central air would be a
top priority.

A bell jingled as Jessica entered the dimly lit store, but the man at the counter was deep in conversation
with a pair of customers and hadn't yet noticed her. She slipped down one of the aisles as the heavy
smells of rubber, metal and lubricant assailed her nostrils. Shelves of sex toys, restraints, bondage
equipment and shiny fetish clothing slid into view as she silently prowled through the store. Jessica was
immediately aroused, her cock beginning to stir as she reflexively clasped her hands in front of her. She
longed for the day when she wouldn't have to be so careful, but for now she knew that discretion was the
better part of valor.

She reached into her right pocket and felt the wad of cash secure at her side. Like most nuns, the
Sisters of Guadalupe were forbidden from maintaining wealth of any significance due to their vow of
poverty. However, the sisters were allowed to keep “petty cash” on hand for personal needs and
emergencies. The amount she had saved from doing odd jobs in the community was probably more than
Mother Superior would have approved, but Jessica had always believed in stretching rules to the
breaking point. Even at the high prices she was observing, Jessica had enough to cover her needs
today and then some. If she played her cards right, she might even get some of her “wants.”
She heard the customers wrapping up their chat at the back of the store and prepared to make her
move. Jessica hunched down and peered through the racks of leather and latex clothing to get a better
look at the man at the counter. He was bespectacled, medium build and sported a crew cut. He
appeared to be in his early 30s, was about Jessica's height and wore a polo shirt and khaki pants. She
couldn't help but think he would've looked more at home in a Best Buy than a sex shop. There didn't
appear to be any other staff on hand. This was a golden opportunity to test out the new abilities Lilith
had granted her.

Jessica waited as the young couple exited the store, the ringing bell alerting her that the coast was clear.
She stepped out of the aisle and began making her way to the counter at the back. The young man had
ducked down and was apparently searching for something below the desk. Jessica grinned, relishing
this opening that good luck had provided.

She reached the counter without making a sound, raised her hand and brought it down on the metal bell
pointedly. A loud ring sang out followed by an audible thud below the desk as the young man smacked
his head against the top of the counter.

“Ahhh! DAMMIT!”

“Oops” said Jessica in feigned surprise, her mischievous expression unchanging.

The young man popped up behind the desk, his face reddened and pained. His frustration quickly faded
to consternation as he found himself face to face with the beautiful young nun. His eyes opened wide,
nodes of deep black within white as he gazed at her in total perplexity.

“Hello there, Mam. Is there something I can do for you?”

“You can start by calling me Jessica.”

“Sister Jessica?”

“Just Jessica will do.”

“Uhhh, Mam... err, Jessica... are you sure you're in the right place?”

She looked from side to side, taking in the fetish emporium in all it's glory before returning her coy
expression back to the young man.

“If I was in the wrong place, I'd know by now, don't you think?”

The young man stared at her for long seconds before replying. Jessica wondered if it was the
pheromones or if he would've been smitten with her regardless. Had she stumbled on someone with a
nun fetish? Or simply another white boy thirsty for a taste of Latina in his life? It mattered little, the real
test would come soon.

“I, uh... well, you're right, of course, Miss.”

“You got a name?”

“It's Timothy, Mam.”

“Miss... Mam... You don't follow instructions very well do you?”

Timothy was completely flustered at this point, rubbing the back of his head with one hand as Jessica
crossed her arms below her breasts. She raised one eyebrow as her gaze turned haughty.

“My apologies. I just... it's very nice to meet you, Jessica.”

“The pleasure is all mine. You wouldn't happen to be the owner of this establishment, would you Tim?”

“Why yes, I am” he said proudly, setting his hands on the counter-top and smiling back at his intriguing
and unlikely customer.

“Well then, you're just the man to talk to. Perhaps you can help me with something...”

She kept her eyes locked on his as she leaned forward, her arms unfolding. She held up one hand as
her expression turned helpless.

“I had my heart set on some shoulder length gloves, but my hands have always been big. I'm not sure if
a woman's size large will fit. Let me show you...”
Her right hand closed the distance to his left hand, placing it on top softly. She then brought her left hand
down onto his right, covering it with a gentle firmness. Her reddish brown eyes turned back to Timothy,
staring deeply into his dark pools.

“See? Almost as big as yours.”

His eyes softened. His face became totally placid. She could feel something in him yield on a primal
level. He was much more open to suggestion than he had been just moments ago.

“I'm sure we have what you need” he stammered “and if we don't, I'd be happy to order it for you
special. No charge.”

“Excellent! Now Tim, let's say that I wanted to purchase several items today but I was on a budget. Is
there any chance we could negotiate a discount? For a first time customer who'd love to become a
regular...”

Tim couldn't take his eyes off her. He was fixated on the glowing embers that were her pupils and her
supple, luscious bronze skin. He leaned in closer to Jessica as if in a trance.

“I'm sure we could work something out.”

Jessica's smile deepened as she batted her eyelashes.

“That's what I like to hear, Tim.”

It took every ounce of her will not to jump over the counter and ravish him. The thirst raked at her throat.
Her stomach winced. She wanted badly to quench it now, but this wasn't the time or place. Perhaps he
would be useful in that capacity later, but right now she needed to stick to the plan. Jessica raised one
hand to his face and gave his cheek a gentle stroke.

“I think we're going to be very good friends.”

*****

It was early evening as Jessica made her way across the courtyard to Father Francis' residence. The air
had cooled considerably since midday, but it was still fairly warm out which made the trek less than
comfortable. She had already soaked one habit in perspiration earlier that day before returning to her
room to shower and change. Over her shoulder she carried a large bag stuffed with her purchases from
Forbidden Fruit. The evening air was heavy with the scent and taste of impending precipitation. A storm
was coming, in more ways than one.

The thirst gnawed at Jessica deeply, but she strode on, confident in the knowledge that she only had to
hold out for a little while longer. Unless the most ridiculous surprise in the universe awaited her and
Francis was secretly a eunuch, Jessica would have what she needed soon. More importantly, she would
have a man in a position of power who needed her way more than she needed him.

Despite these reassurances, her nerves were piqued. Perhaps that's natural when one is about to do
something so out of character; so completely different than everything they've done for the last fifteen
years. She had gotten along fine with Father Francis since he joined St. Michael's several years ago, but
in that time she had noticed things about him that didn't add up. She had seen below the surface of his
holy guise and the dirt she had on him was her backup plan if anything went wrong.

A mosquito buzzed hungrily at her veil and she swatted it away. That mosquito was her lingering doubts
and misgivings, she decided. Jessica had made her choice. The path was clear and it was leading
directly to the medium sized bungalow on the edge of the church campus. It was nothing lavish, but it
suited the needs of one priest just fine. She knew the house well, having gone in to clean and service
the dwelling many times. Why hire maids when you have nuns at your disposal?

Father Francis had put on the outside lights as the sky started turning dark; a good indication that he
was home. As long as no one else showed up to interrupt Jessica it looked like everything would go
according to plan. She reached the plain wooden door and paused a moment, straightening her habit
and veil as she looked up at the cross adorning the humble residence. Jessica took a deep breath and
rang the doorbell before standing back slightly. Long moments passed before she finally heard his
footsteps and the door swung open.

“Sister Jessica? To what do I owe the pleasure this evening?”

“Good evening Father Francis” she replied, her head bowing slightly “I've come to discuss a few things,
if you have time?”
“I was about to head out for some ice cream. Would you care to join me, sister?”

“No, I don't think I'm in the mood for ice cream, Father. I find myself in turmoil these last few days. I've
had many wicked thoughts and I feel I may need to confess.”

“Oh... say no more. Ice cream can wait! The good work of our lord cannot. Please, come in.”

He stood back and held open the door. Jessica offered him a meek smile as she stepped into the well lit
foyer.

Francis was a handsome man and only a few years older than Jessica. He was thin, slight of build and
an inch or two shorter than her, standing at about 5'8 or 5'9. His dark brown hair was parted on one side
and his fair skin had a healthy, peach colored tone. His warm brown eyes had the slightest tinge of
green in them and they immediately disarmed anyone he encountered. He wore the traditional white
collar, black button down shirt and black pants that his order was known for, though his sleeves were
short to accommodate the summer heat.

Francis was fairly young to be a full fledged priest with a parish of his own, but that's the way things had
been trending in recent decades. Catholic priests kept getting younger because their ranks were
depleting. The information age and modernity were rendering religion obsolete. People went to see
therapists and counselors now to talk about their problems, not the clergy. You could hardly blame them
when the non-stop pedophilia scandals of the priesthood had been a constant blemish on the institution.
The scope of the problem seemed to grow worse every year. With less people attracted to the faith and
even fewer people wanting to join the clergy, new recruits were rushed through the seminary and
assigned a mission much younger than they would've been in the past.

Francis closed the door and extended his arm, his hand pointing down the hallway.

“We can talk in my study. Would you like something to drink?”

“No, thank you Father.”

'But I'll be giving you something to drink real soon.'

She walked into the residence slowly, staying close to Francis as they made their way inward. Jessica
wasn't sure what distance her pheromones were effective at, but if she could get him under the influence
early, this would go much smoother.

“What's in the bag? Planning to spend the night?” he quipped.

“Oh, no!” Jessica hurriedly replied as they turned into his den. “I had to run into town to pick up a few
things today...” She sat in the chair opposite his desk as she continued, setting her bag down on the
floor “...but I wanted to see you before it got too late, so I came right here.”

Francis shook his head as he took his seat behind the desk. “You went into town today? It was 102
degrees out, wasn't it? You Sisters of Guadalupe are made of tough stuff!”

“We're used to hardship” Jessica replied, barely able to hide her resentment behind a thin smile.

Francis' study was a simple, but well decorated room. The walls were filled with old tomes, biblical study
texts, dozens of different versions of the bible, self improvement books and even some classic literature
and modern mystery novels that he enjoyed. The walls sported an assortment of paintings ranging from
landscapes to biblical art. The room was neat and orderly, the environment of a deliberate man with an
eye for detail.

“So, Sister Jessica, what troubles you?”

“Many things Father, but I will begin with the visions.”

“Visions you say? That sounds serious.”

“I have had many lately. Some waking, some asleep. Terrible, lustful visions...”

Jessica wasn't the type of woman who could whip up tears on the spot, but she was very good at faking
sincerity. She leaned forward from her chair as she spoke, putting her hands on the desk and then
clasping them together. A pained expression took form as she wove her tale.

“Visions of myself and various men in sinful attire. Scenes where we engage in... completely depraved
acts beyond description.”

“Oh. Those kind of visions. Sister Jessica, if I had a nickel for every woman who came and told me a
tale like that, this church would never need for money again.”

“Yes, but Father, they were so real! I keep seeing it every night. They tempt me! And I'm a sister of our
order. I'm not supposed to...” she sniffed a bit, as if she were about to sob, and bowed her head.

And then, the trap was sprung. Francis reached forward and placed his hands over hers.

“Sister, it's alright. Even the most committed members of the clergy experience these things from time to
time. The important thing is to leave these wicked thoughts behind. To banish them from your mind and
cleanse yourself with prayer, fasting and confession. By coming here tonight, you've done the right
thing.”

Jessica raised her head slowly and gazed into his eyes. He was completely unchanged. He offered her
a slight, sympathetic smile and then removed his hands, leaning back into his chair.

'Shit! Why isn't it working?!? Could he really be one of those people with “the strongest wills” that Lilith
had mentioned? Not likely. Is it because he's gay? She never mentioned whether that mattered. Ugh,
there's so much she didn't tell me!'

“I have no doubt that these incidents will pass. If you truly want them to, that is.”

'You fucking hypocrite...'

So that was it then. The only thing that would turn Francis into her first slave was a healthy injection of
her cum, but her seduction powers would be no help in getting him there. She would have to subdue him
through more conventional means. That meant it was time for plan B.

“I'm sure you're right, Father. Thank you. I hope you won't think poorly of me after this, but I have some
doubts to confess as well.”

“We all have doubts, Jessica. Lord knows I've had my share. Please, do tell. Confession is good for the
soul.”

“The scandals just keep breaking in the news. It's very hard some days to wear my title with any self
respect.”
“Yes, it's been a rough time to be a Catholic. I don't think anyone would dispute that. But these are the
times we must cling even more fervently to the tenants of our faith and redouble our efforts to do good
work.”

“I don't think I can do that, Father. The doubts have grown overbearing. I doubt the church. I doubt the
mission of my Sisterhood. I even have doubts... about you.”

It registered like a slap to his face and his eyes shot forward. They met Jessica's reddish brown orbs and
found no weakness. Only a lioness studying her prey.

His eyebrows furrowed. “Doubts about me? What do you mean, Sister?”

“Last fall, you were supposed to go to the Catholic Youth Conference in Indianapolis. But you didn't go
there, did you Father? I was here to help clean not long after you left. I found the printouts for your
tickets in the trash. You were booked on a flight to Barbados.”

Francis swallowed. His hands folded together and his eyes glared at her with equal parts anger and
concern.

“I really don't think that's any of your...”

“I've seen the way you look at men in church” she interrupted.

Jessica began taking off her veil. Her long, curly locks of dark brown hair were freed at last, tumbling
down from the top of her head.

“Young, well built men, especially.”

“That's preposterous slander.”

“Another time, when I was in your room, I found the catalog you hide under your mattress. You know the
one. The men's fashion catalog with all the sticky pages?”

“THAT'S ENOUGH!”
“I bet if we went in there right now I'd find it. Or maybe you've found some new wank material?”

“This conversation is over.”

Francis started to stand but Jessica put her foot on the edge of the desk and pushed, channeling all her
strength into one powerful shove. The desk lurched forward and bit into his torso, knocking him back into
the chair and almost sending both toppling over.

She stood quickly and looked down at him, her hands on her hips. Her eyes were ablaze with hunger
and her body surged with dominant energy.

“Yes, this conversation IS over, and you're going to do exactly what I say, because if you don't, Mother
Superior, the Bishop and every parishioner of this church will find out exactly who you are and how
you've abused church funds.”

The hope drained from Francis' eyes. He slumped back in his chair, his head hanging down until his
forehead met the palm of his hand. The realization of his blown cover hit him full force and resignation
entered his voice. His eyes remained closed as he spoke.

“What do you want?”

“Look at me.”

Francis' hand slid from his face, his gaze returning to the unveiled nun. His forlorn expression oozed
defeat and concession.

“I want my life back, FUCKER! I want to feel good again! That's priority one and you're going to help me
with it right now.”

Jessica reached down and pulled her habit up the length of her body. The thick, black garment slipped
over her head and to the side, leaving only a dark purple bra holding up her ample mocha cleavage and
a set of silken pantyhose trailing down her long legs.

It took Francis a couple moments to register what he was seeing, but unmistakably wedged to one side
in her soft, black leggings was what looked like a third leg. Her length of dark brown meat displayed
markedly, straining to be free of its silky prison. Francis' eyes went wide and he gripped the sides of his
chair reflexively.

“What the... What is going on here?!?”

Jessica reached down, grabbed the seam of her pantyhose and pulled them down smoothly. She kicked
off her shoes and pulled the form fitting garment off, tossing it to the side. She stood back up, her
engorged member bobbing into view. Her impressive endowment was hardening and lengthening by the
second, her fat scrotum churning with batter below.

“It's your lucky day Frankie. It's a big, fat dick you don't need to waste the church's money on.”

She strode closer to him, her curvy frame and growing erection bounding gently. Francis recoiled,
pressing his back into the chair as she drew nearer.

“What's the matter? This the first cock you've ever seen that you didn't want to suck? Or are these the
problem?”

Jessica reached up and gave her breasts a nice squeeze through the lacy, purple bra. She smiled
devilishly before unfastening the clasp and dropping the restrictive garment at her side. Her large mocha
mounds spilled out, jiggling slightly as they, too, found their freedom. She trailed one hand through her
luscious hair and down the back of her head, allowing Francis to soak her in her full, naked form. After a
few moments, she resumed her approach.

“I get it. I'm not really your type. If it makes you feel better, you can close your eyes and pretend I'm a
big, strong man.”

She stopped just a couple feet from the chair, placing her hands on her hips once more. Her fat length of
dark meat was jutting directly at him, almost at full mast now.

“On your knees, bitch! I know you can do that much. You've been doing it your whole life.”

Francis hadn't taken his eyes off her cock since she took the bra off. He slipped off the chair to his hands
and knees and began crawling forward slowly. The defeat in his eyes slowly gave way to a tinge of lust
as he raised his gaze back to his new Mistress.
“Yeah, I knew you'd warm up to the idea. Open wide slut.”

A rumble of thunder echoed outside. Jessica closed the final distance to him, her massive cock aimed at
his moist, fleshy hole. Francis' eyes closed as she grabbed his ears and slid her pulsing member into his
warm, wet tunnel without delay.

Jessica peered down between her large bronze breasts, watching her fat length of fuck meat disappear
slowly into his sucking maw. Seven inches of her thick flesh-hose fed into his mouth easily before she
met any resistance. Fluid drenched gags began emanating from his throat as she pumped his face and
tried to press further. The thunder grew louder outside as rain began pattering against the study
windows.

She pulled back momentarily before thrusting into his mouth again, forcing her cock back in deeply and
holding it there as he sputtered on her shaft. She sawed back and forth for several minutes, enjoying her
first taste of mouth fucking bliss to the fullest. As the glomming, guttural sounds from his throat became
urgent, she pulled out to give him fresh air. A wad of pre-cum and phlegm flowed from his mouth like a
fountain, sliding down his body and staining his priestly clothes. Thick strands of pre-cum extended from
his well used lips to the the head of her massive brown schlong.

“Goddamn! You took half of me like a champ! You've done this a lot, haven't you?”

Francis' face was flushed from oral servitude, but her comments turned him a deeper shade of red. The
embarrassment was painted across his face as he looked to the side and refused to respond.

*SMACK*

The loud slap rang out, her palm connecting swiftly. A crack of lightning split the sky and made the
ground quake, as if the heavens themselves were pronouncing her authority.

“Your Mistress asked you a question.”

“...Yes.”

“Yes what?”
“Yes, I've sucked a lot of cocks, Mistress.”

“You love cock, don't you Frankie?”

“.....Yes.”

*SMACK*

Another crack of lightning pierced the heavens and rattled the Earth.

“YES WHAT?!?”

“Yes Mistress!”

“Mmmhmm... now show me how much you love cock, puta padre! It's time for your first feeding.”

She stepped into his mouth once more, her cock head and the first half of her spit lubed member sliding
into his mouth with ease. She placed her legs on either side of his body and grabbed thick tufts of his
hair, giving herself maximum leverage to fuck his sissy throat.

Jessica began pumping her hips back and forth smoothly, pressing him to take more. Each time the wet,
sloppy gagging noises bubbled up from his lips and nose, music to her ears. With each backstroke of
her veiny, fat fuck stick, more saliva and pre-cum slid out of Francis' mouth. It splattered down his chest,
making a gooey mess all over his shirt and pants as Jessica fucked his face with abandon.

“Yeah, that's it baby... Suck me good! So this is your limit right now, hmmm? Well, that's ok. You got a
long way to go, but you'll be getting plenty of practice. More than you could ever imagine...”

She lost herself in mouth fucking. The occasional flash of lightning lit up the sky outside and rain
pounded the windows as Jessica filled his slut mouth over and over. Her bronze breasts shined with a
thin sheen of perspiration as they bounced up and down, her cock plowing in and out of Francis' eager
lips nonstop. It was a sensation so intense that she'd never felt anything even remotely as good in her
life. She never wanted it to end.

“Yeah, you like that you little white bitch? You like choking on my big brown cock? I knew you would!”
“Yowolka... kwaawwwaakk”

She released his hair and gave the side of his face a firm smack before seizing his ears and plowing his
mouth harder.

“Don't talk with your mouth full, slut.”

After several more minutes of sloppy, gag laden throat fucking, the building sensation in her heavy balls
marked the point of no return. She dug her fingers into his hair harshly and fucked his slut face as fast
as her hips could move. The room filled with the sounds of lip smacking and wet, frenzied thrusting as
Francis' hands frantically found her legs. He pushed on them, pleading for air, but her grip was rock
solid. He could do nothing to slow the pace of thick musty schlong furiously violating his throat.

“OH GOD!!!!! GGGGUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!”

Jessica's dark brown scrotum twitched visibly and a torrent of filthy sludge discharged down her
glistening cum pipe. Francis' hands grasped at empty air as she kept his mouth locked on her bloated
phallus. Her thick paste rushed down her fat length and deposited into his throat, the white pudding
rippling down into his waiting stomach. She held his head in place for five long spurts before finally
releasing him, Francis coughing and sputtering as he pulled off her slimy shaft and fell forward. Her
custard like jizm continued firing all over his prone body, adorning his hair and back. The glue-like ropes
coated his already tarnished clothing, his garments now equal parts black and milky white.

Jessica gave her breasts several firm squeezes before running her hands up to the back of her head.
She panted slightly as her heart pounded in her chest and she slowly caught her breath. She looked
down at her cum slathered slut, the man she used to call “Father” now prostrate at her feet. If what Lilith
said was true, Francis was now her slave. He didn't know it yet, but he would crave Succubus cum for
the rest of his days and with every dose he received, he would become more compliant and submissive
to her.

She reached down and placed two fingers under his chin, lifting his cum splattered face until their eyes
met. The smile on her face was genuine, simultaneously pleased and grateful that he had taken her
cock so well in their first encounter.

“Good slut! So good, in fact, that I'm going to ignore that you placed your hands on me without
permission. Don't ever do that again.”
She released his chin. Francis swallowed and nodded.

The gnawing thirst bit at Jessica's throat and abdomen, reminding her of the primary reason for her visit.
She walked back to her chair and retrieved her large leather bag, setting the black sack on his desk and
rummaging through it. She retrieved the item she had purchased specifically for Francis and returned to
him swiftly. As Francis rose to his knees and sat back on his haunches Jessica brought his new
accessory into view, a long chain dangling from it menacingly.

“Time for a new collar, Frankie! You won't be needing this one anymore. Not when we're together.”

Jessica reached down and unfastened the pliable, white ring that all Catholic priests wore. She yanked
the combination of cloth and plastic out of his shirt collar and tossed it behind her. She held the new
collar up again so he could get a better look, reveling in his discomfort as he began to understand the
full nature of their new relationship. It was thick, black leather with metal studs all the way around it and
a firm O-ring featured at the front. The O-ring was hooked to a long metal chain that Jessica held in her
other hand.

“You will wear this at all times when we're in private. If I come to see you and it's not on, you will be
punished. Understood?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Good.”

She opened the collar, pressed it to his neck, stepped behind him and began pulling the fastener snug
through the metal clasp on the back. She pulled the strap as tight as she could without endangering his
airway or circulation before pressing the metal clasp through one of the holes and securing it. Her work
done, she sauntered back to his front and inspected him.

“Such an improvement! You'll wear that in public as well, eventually, but one step at a time...”

Francis looked completely flustered. His mind couldn't process the sexual dynamic he suddenly found
himself in. A gay man enslaved to a woman with the biggest cock he'd ever seen. He had enjoyed kinky
dalliances before on occasion but nothing like this had ever been sprung on him. His life had just
changed unalterably and Jessica wasn't done introducing changes.
She gave the leather cuff at the end of his leash a firm tug and started walking toward the door.

“We're moving to the bedroom. You will crawl behind me.”

Her hips swayed and her spent cock dangled as she strode forward, her new slave in tow and her left
hand snatching the leather bag off the table as they made their way out. They turned the corner and
headed further down the hallway to a bedroom Jessica knew only too well. The lightning and thunder
had mostly passed, the sounds of pouring rain and swift wind pounding on the walls and windows as
they made their way through the dark hallway.

She led him into the bedroom, flicking on the light switch and tugging harshly on his leash. It was a bare
bones room not unlike the dorms in the convent. Members of the clergy were supposed to live modestly,
but after what she had uncovered about Francis, who knew what else he was hiding? Jessica made a
mental note to investigate later. She pointed toward the bed and gave his ass a good shove with her
foot.

“Take those filthy things off and lie down.”

Francis stood and started disrobing immediately. Jessica smiled, pleased to see him following orders so
well. Unless he'd had an experimental phase when he was younger, she was willing to bet he'd been the
bottom in every relationship he'd ever been in. He seemed to take to it naturally.

As Francis discarded his cum stained shirt and pants, she rummaged through her bag again, looking for
something else. By the time she'd found the two pairs of handcuffs she wanted, Francis was on the bed.
The idiot still had his boxers on. Jessica scowled.

“Your underwear too.”

Francis hastily slid the thin cotton garment down his legs and tossed it aside, laying back down
immediately and trying not to stare at his imposing captor. His cock was as average as could be. Just a
few inches soft. Probably five to six inches when hard, assuming he was a “grower.” It was irrelevant to
Jessica. As long as he provided her with the sustenance she needed and two warm holes for her much
larger endowment, he would make a fine slave.

She slipped onto the bed, the twin pairs of handcuffs dangling from her left hand as she straddled his
naked body. She sat on his torso, the scent of saliva and cum wafting from her thick python, now resting
on his chest. Jessica leaned to each side, grasping his wrists and handcuffing them to the front bed
posts securely. She then flashed a toothy grin and gave him a few playful smacks on the cheek before
standing up and stepping off the bed.

“I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere!”

Jessica chuckled as she grabbed her bag and headed for the bathroom.

*****

It was twenty minutes later when Jessica walked back into the bedroom and found Francis tugging on
his restraints. It had taken her a while to change into her new outfit, but it had been worth the effort. Her
body was covered in studded red leather straps from the bottom of her torso to the harness hanging it
from her neck and shoulders. It was a leather bondage brassiere that the store had advertised as “one
size fits most.” It just barely fit over Jessica's generous proportions, but she loved that about it.

The red straps bit into her mocha skin nicely. The cool metal rivets sent chills down her spine. The thick
leather bands around her breasts would tighten and massage her orbs nicely as she had her way with
Francis. This outfit wasn't for him. This was all for Jessica and how it made her feel sexy, powerful and
alive. Completing the outfit was a red riding crop and a pair of long red leather boots. The shiny leg wear
gripped her calves and the top half of her thighs exquisitely.

“Don't waste your time.” she sneered, extracting one medium sized condom from her bag before
tossing the heavy sack to the foot of the bed. “Those cuffs are the real thing.”

She held up a thin cord hanging from her neck. Francis could barely make it out in the dim light of the
room, but he could perceive a set of small keys dangling from her fingers. She flashed him a haughty
grin before dropping the keys into her breasts and stepping up on the bed. Jessica placed her feet on
either side of his waist and looked down at him, enjoying the view of her helpless cum slut. She snapped
the crop in her hands a few times before speaking.

“So.... what should we do now? I have an idea! I think it's time for you to meet someone. Do you have
any idea who I could be talking about?”

“No Mistress...”
She let out a wicked laugh and then slowly turned around. Jessica reached behind and seized her bare
ass cheeks with both hands. She gave her round, fleshy globes a few gentle squeezes before speaking
over her shoulder.

“Say hello to your new God, Frankie. Worship services begin immediately.”

Before she even finished the sentence, her bulbous bronze ass was lowering onto his face. She reached
down and grabbed the chain leash hooked to his collar and pulled it demandingly between her legs. His
face rose to meet her fleshy mocha cheeks and her weight pushed him back down onto the bed. He
mumbled something inaudible as she lowered her body onto him fully, his arms reflexively pulling on the
cuffs as she sealed his face below her.

Jessica let out a throaty moan of pleasure as she felt his tongue slide up and down her supple crack.
She shimmied her body from side to side, lining his chin and nose up the center of her ass and applying
her weight to him firmly. Her eyes closed as she began grinding her lower body up and down his face
and her nerve endings lit up with bliss. When she opened them again and looked forward, she could see
Francis' pecker chubbing up considerably.

“Oh. My. God.... you fucking whore.”

She lifted her ass off his face briefly, his lungs sucking in fresh air as she squatted over him. She turned
to the side and looked over her shoulder, eager to mock the depraved bottom bitch who thought he
could hide his sexual urges in the priesthood.

“So, you're a natural ass licker too, hmmm? Looks like you're enjoying yourself!”

His cock was now standing at rigid attention. She reached out and gave it a cruel flick.

“AHHH! Yes Mistress!”

“SAY IT!”

“I'm an ass licker, Mistress! I like licking ass!”

“You're going to do more than lick, SLUT.”

She dropped her ample cheeks back down on his face and wiggled back and forth over his moist, messy
mouth. As he kissed, licked and blew his hot breath all over her increasingly sweaty and saliva coated
ass, she unwrapped the standard size condom and slid it over his rock-hard cock. Jessica had been
diligent to purchase non-lubricated condoms so her prize would not be tainted. The rubber smell turned
her on even more as she rolled it all the way down his length.

She started gently, giving his latex sheathed member a few strokes up and down. Jessica would've
preferred to ride his face until he came purely from being teased, but the thirst was wearing on her and
she needed to sate it quickly. She tugged on his leash hungrily with her left hand, the chain pulling his
face deeper into her darkness and delivering a wonderful cool sensation as it glided along the bottom of
her hot, heavy balls. Her right hand slid up and down his manhood, his engorged cock straining against
the clinging latex.

Jessica heard the frenzied rattle of handcuffs and realized he needed air again. She lifted her ass once
more and gave him a few seconds to re-oxygenate. She turned again, this time gripping his chin sternly
as she spoke.

“Ass worship involves kissing, licking AND tonguing. I want your tongue up my silky brown pucker!
Understood?”

“Yes Mistress!”

“Now, I'm going to sit on your face again and I'm not getting off until YOU get off! If you can't cum for me,
well... you're not really of much use, are you?”

She buried him with her slimy ass cheeks once again, re-sealing his face in her depths before he could
respond. She wound Francis' leash around her hand a few times and pulled roughly, relaxing it only after
she felt the tip of his warm, wet tongue probing her sphincter. Jessica pushed back on him gently, gliding
her sloppy, spit soaked ass up and down his cum glazed face. She smiled wickedly as she felt him trying
to re-enter her moist, fleshy hole with his tongue every time she moved and ruined his rhythm.

She seized his dick and resumed jerking him off with lustful, crazed need. Her hand flowed up and down
non-stop, becoming more insistent with every stroke. She smacked down into his pubis with wet slaps,
getting more rough with his cock with each passing moment. Her own cock was growing harder by the
second, stiffening more the louder the fapping noises grew and the further Francis dug into her asshole
with his hungry tongue.
“YEAH! TONGUE FUCK MY ASS!!! CUM WHILE TONGUING MY ASS YOU FUCKING WHORE!!!”

Francis' body seized under her and a muffled cry sounded as he moaned into her fleshy bottom. His
cock jolted in her hand as burst after burst of milky white erupted into the slick latex sleeve. She watched
the rubber swell and expand, her mouth watering and her need to drink intensifying. Jessica had been
sure to leave plenty of the room at the top to catch every drop. She wanted a full load and Francis wasn't
disappointing her.

She leaned forward, pulling her ample ass off his face and Francis gasped behind her. He sucked in
ragged breaths as she continued jerking him off smoothly. She dropped his leash and began massaging
his balls with her other hand, milking out every ounce of nut that she possibly could.

When his cock had twitched its last, she rolled off of Francis and began slipping the condom off his
slowly deflating member. She cradled the bulge of cum on one end, careful not to let any spill as she
pulled the prophylactic free.

Her spoils finally in hand, she stood and began rolling the edges of the condom down. When all that was
left was an inch of latex above the warm, creamy bulge, she brought the rubber to her lips and sucked
greedily. She tilted the milky vile upward and dumped it into her waiting mouth, his silky seed sliding
down her eager tongue.

Sweetness. Wonderful sweetness. A feeling of warmth and calm spread over Jessica. The gnawing at
her stomach faded away as his thick jizzum began seeping down her throat. It wasn't the same
sensation of profound nirvana that Lilith's potion had been, but it was similar. Her every sense was
heightened. She flowed her hands up and down her body, groping herself through the tight leather
straps. It felt wonderful.

Francis could only stare at her in wonder as the curvy, leather clad Goddess drank his essence and
stood over him. She was an avatar of lust, domination and sin. She was everything he had been trained
to fear, despise and reject. And all he could think about was getting his mouth around her fat, brown
schlong and sucking her to climax again.

Jessica let out a sign of contentment before dropping the empty latex sleeve on Francis' chest and
placing her hands on her hips.

“Good boy! Mistress is pleased.”

With her heightened senses came a heightened realization of just how fatigued she was. The long, hot
slog into town and back had been grueling enough and the night's activities had drained what energy
she had left. Jessica wanted badly to fuck his slutty ass and complete her conquest of his body. She
hadn't even gotten to use all her new toys yet, but those things would have to wait. She needed rest.

She grabbed the handcuff keys from her necklace and bent down, unlocking each of Francis' hands in
turn. She stepped off the bed and grabbed her bag, throwing her accessories back in before zippering it
up. She looked down at Francis as he sat up and began rubbing his sore wrists.

“Tomorrow, and every day after, you will go about your business as you always do. In public, things will
remain as they've always been, for now. When I call you and tell you to be ready to meet me in private,
you will be ready. As long as you keep me happy, your secret remains safe.”

Francis' eyes narrowed in annoyance. His mind desperately searched for some way to mitigate the
weakness of his position.

“Don't you mean our secret?”

Jessica dropped her bag. She crossed the short distance back to her soiled submissive and grabbed the
chain leash hanging from his neck. She pulled his face close to hers, her reddish-brown orbs piercing his
soul and shattering his sudden veneer of false confidence.

“You have NO leverage. Got it? As you can see, I've become a new woman recently. I could walk out of
Guadalupe tomorrow and I'd be fine. Your life, on the other hand, would be ruined with just a few words
from me. So SHUTUP and do what you're told! We both know who's in control here.”

She dropped the leash, the bottom of the chain hitting the wooden floor with an audible jangle. Jessica
picked up her bag and headed for the door, pausing only a moment to speak over her shoulder.

“And we both know that you like it.”

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The mocha skinned nun tugged on Francis' leash as she led him through the parking lot in one of
Austin's red light districts. They were headed toward the back entrance of a large building. A sign
proudly displayed the name of the establishment in shiny black: “The Rubber Room.” Jessica had
traded his priest collar for his slave collar before they got out of the car and Francis was oozing
apprehension.

“What if someone from the parish recognizes us?!?”

Jessica sighed, stopping briefly and turning to him.

“One of your 500 parishioners? In a city of 900,000? Here? In the middle of a week day? Chill, Frankie.”

She yanked his leash more harshly, eager to get inside and complete her conquest of her newly minted
slave. They walked up some crude concrete steps and slipped in the back door of the dimly lit club.
Booming techno music with highly suggestive lyrics assaulted their senses immediately, rattling the dark
hallway as they made their way to reception.

They reached a wide counter area with a woman standing behind it. The sides of her head were
completely shaved and a single thick trail of jet black dyed hair ran up her scalp and trailed behind her.
Her face was pale white, which made the rings of black mascara and midnight lipstick stand out even
more. Her ears, nose and tongue were all pierced.

“Hey! I'm Claire. Welcome to The Rubber Room.” The plucky goth woman seemed somewhat amused
as she scanned the couple. “You guys doing a religious role play thing?”
“Not anymore” Jessica answered as she lifted the veil off her head; her long brown locks tumbling free.
“How much for one of your dungeon suites?”

“A hundred and fifty for two hours” Claire responded before blowing and popping a bubble with her
bright pink gum.

“Fully equipped?”

“Every toy and device you can imagine.”

“What about clothes?”

“This your first time here?” Claire inquired.

Jessica nodded.

“Normally there's a separate fee, but since this is your first visit, we'll waive it.”

“Awesome. You got a catsuit in my size? Maybe some leather boots in 7 1/2 or 8?”

“Easy peasy” she replied.

“What about him?” Jessica asked, pulling on Francis' leash and bringing him to the forefront.
“Something full-body in his size? Preferably latex?”

Claire looked him up and down, studying his proportions.

“Yeah, we got a suit in his size, but it was just used. It's still drying out. Haven't had a chance to spot
clean it yet.”

“That's fine, we'll take it” Jessica said, a glimmer of excitement in her voice.
Claire looked puzzled. “You want a dirty gimp suit that a stranger just wore?”

“The dirtier the better” Jessica responded with a toothy smile.

Francis winced, his face sinking into a noticeable cringe.

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The wind howled outside as Vicky opened the door to the dark hotel room and flicked the lights on. The
room lit up to reveal a luxurious king size bed, an entertainment center and other assorted furnishings.
Victoria stopped by the bed to drop off the bags she'd been carrying. Christopher followed her in and the
two examined the room in between lustful glances at one another.

The young man was wearing a light blue button down shirt and khaki pants. At 5'7” he was the same
height as Vicky and slight of build. He had medium length dirty blonde hair that tumbled down the sides
of his head to just below chin level. She couldn't help but think he looked like some combination of a
young Kurt Cobain and the stereotypical “white Jesus” archetype.

Vicky was wearing a sleek, black one-piece dress that hugged her curves all the way down to her knees.
Her long red hair was done up in a high ponytail; falling behind her in a thick, fiery wave. Her dress and
the dark liner around her eyes were complimented by her black leather boots which granted her a couple
inches of height on her young suitor.

It was so liberating to wear clothes and makeup of her own choice again. Victoria had made several
purchases recently in an effort to begin rebuilding her wardrobe; not to mention a few choice items for
Christopher. She reveled in her new found freedom, showing off her curves as she sauntered back and
forth before the room's large windows. They provided a nice view of the well-lit city below and the
atmosphere it created was downright romantic.

“So, is this what you wanted to show me?” Christopher asked with a sheepish smile.

“Hardly, but it's a nice spot to get to know each other better, don't you think?”
“It is. Although if I stay much longer, I'll be breaking curfew.”

“Even if you left right now, you wouldn't make it back in time.” She closed the distance to him, her
shimmering sapphire eyes locked on his. Her boot heels sank into the carpet as her shapely legs
criss-crossed with each suggestive step forward. “So it doesn't really matter if you leave in an hour or
tomorrow morning, does it?”

“I suppose not” he admitted, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red.

“Have you ever had a girlfriend, Christopher?”

“No.”

“A crush then?”

“Yeah, but I never told her. I was always too shy.”

Vicky stalked around him in a circle, groping him gently here and there.

“So, you're a virgin then?”

“Yeah...” he stammered.

“What about porn, Christopher? Surely you've watched some by your age. Found something you
fancied?”

“Not really... At home, our only computer was in the family room. My parents didn't get me a phone until
I left for seminary. We're not supposed to look at stuff like that.”

She stopped in front of him. “Do you always do what your told?”

“Most of the time” he admitted, clearly embarrassed.

Vicky had chosen wisely. She suspected he'd been sheltered, but only in her wildest dreams had she
hoped he was this inexperienced. He was perfect. Clay to be molded as she wished.

“I think that's a fine trait in a young man” she assured him as she reached for his collar and began
undoing the buttons of his shirt one by one. “Lack of experience isn't necessarily a bad thing. In fact, it's
often better when a knowledgeable woman shows you the ropes.”

“The ropes?” he inquired, unfamiliar with the term.

“Normally just an expression” she teased him as she tugged down the top half of his shirt, trapping his
arms at his sides. “But for you... there will be actual ropes, later.”

Vicky dove inward and kissed him full on the lips, her tongue tunneling into his mouth as her hands
clawed at his chest and back. He was already under the influence of her pheromones and her touch, but
she wanted to give him a fresh dose to make him compliant as possible.

She kissed him long and deep before breaking away, moving her head to the side and giving his ear a
gentle bite. She then slid her tongue into his ear as she grabbed his ass with both hands, squeezing his
cheeks hungrily. Christopher began breathing loudly as low moans escaped his lips. He was so
distracted by her attentions and his own growing erection that he hadn't noticed the bulge growing in the
front of Vicky's black dress.

A loud gurgling sound emitted from Christopher's stomach and Vicky paused.

“Still hungry?” she asked, feigning surprise. “We just had dinner.”

“No. It's strange... I've been so thirsty lately. No matter how much I drink, it doesn't seem to go away.”

“Mmmm, I like thirsty boys” she spoke directly into his ear. “And I promise you... in just a little while,
you won't even notice it anymore.”

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“And last, but not least, this will be fixed in your mouth until feeding time.”

They tightened the web of leather straps and buckles around his face, fixing the thick, tubular leather bit
into his open mouth and locking it to both sides of the head harness. Robert's teeth bit into the soft
leather and the taste of it began sliding into the back of his throat along with his drool. It was at this
moment that he truly began to feel like a “pony slave.” Robert's cock had never been so hard in his life.
His body tingled and his cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.

Evelyn looked him up and down, double checking that he was ready.

“You will not be fed until you've been milked at least three times. Do you understand?”

“Yeth mithreth” he said with a nod.

“Good, now turn around and put your hands up on the wall. Palms flat, ass out, legs spread.”
As he got into position, Evelyn pulled a condom from the pouch in her vest, opened it and began sliding
it down Robert's jutting member.

“Mistress Evelyn, if you could provide a little discipline while I give Robert his first milking... Use
whichever implement you like.”

“With pleasure” she responded, walking to the rack and retrieving a mean looking bullwhip.

Evelyn's eyebrows rose. She typically broke new ponies in gently, but it seemed like Vivian had other
plans.

“Alright slave, you are to count the strokes” Evelyn instructed him.

*WHIPCRACK*

The leather of the whip bit into Robert's left ass cheek and caused him to chomp down firmly on the
leather bit.

“Her strokes. Not mine.”

“ONNMMPHH!” he muttered through the thick gag.

*WHIPCRACK*

“TOOOOMPH!”

Evelyn began to slide her hand up and down his latex wrapped pole. The heat of his member was
evident even through her leather glove.

*WHIPCRACK*

“PPHHRREEE!!”

*WHIPCRACK*

“PHHOOOUURRARRGHGHH!”

The curvy Stable Mistress slid her hand up and down his shaft at a steady pace, staring at him as his
eyes blinked open and closed in response to the pain.

*WHIPCRACK WHIPCRACK*
“FIIIII! SIIIIIIKK!!!”

Tears began sliding from the corners of his eyes as Evelyn increased her pace.

“Cmon slut... You want to cum don't you? Enjoying this a little too much? Is that it?”

*WHIPCRACK WHIPCRACK WHIPCRACK*

“SEVVVVV! EHHHGT! NINNNEEAAARRGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!”

Robert's cock exploded in her hand. Thick cream erupted into the slick latex sleeve as she jerked him up
and down rapidly.

“That's it! MORE you little bitch! GIVE US EVERY DROP!!!”

Evelyn fisted his dick harshly as Vivian delivered one more slashing sting to his ass for good measure.

*WHIPCRACK*
“Ten!” she called out with a sly grin. “I like even numbers.”

Robert panted through the leather gag as pain seared through his ass cheeks. Evelyn tugged the
condom free from his spent cock, tied the end of it and hung it like a trophy on her belt.

“One down, two to go, milk slave!” she said with a wink.

Evelyn grabbed his leash and turned to Vivian. “How about we go for a walk?”

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