Latex Futa Nuns From Hell Ch. 09

The cool recycled air slid across Jessica's bare arms as she exited her office. It was an early summer day and the Texas heat was already blistering. It was much too warm to wear a full latex habit. She'd forgone the traditional top, veil and her usual latex arm-gloves for today. Instead, she wore a lovely black leather corset with a long latex skirt below. Her luxurious, dark curls hung all around her head, complimenting her mocha skin perfectly.

Almost a year ago, Jessica swore the Sisterhood would have central air. It was arranged in the spring and installed just in time as the days grew longer and hotter. The temperature, however, was never allowed to approach frigid. Women had suffered for ages in freezing work environments where the AC was cranked to accommodate men. At the Daughters of Lilith, women dressed as they pleased and men dressed as their Mistresses commanded. Most were confined to full leather or latex gimp suits, regardless of the weather. Jessica's assistant was no exception.

"Hey Matthew" she spoke as she approached his desk from behind. She brought her curvy body to his sitting form and pressed herself against him. She loved teasing her assistant like this and the silky latex of her skirt felt heavenly smoothed against her cock. "What's the rest of my day look like?"

"Mistress Superior" he said, turning and nodding before shifting back to his monitor. He'd tried not to stare at her bulge and failed miserably. "Ummm, you have lunch with Mistress Abigail in an hour. After that, you're meeting with Mr. Heinlein at two."

"Right... Isn't he the one that donated five thousand dollars?"

"Yes, and Mistress Vicky said he was prepared to give another fifteen thousand for fifteen minutes of your time."

"A thousand dollars a minute. I suppose that's fair compensation to meet with me. Even for a complete stranger. What do you think, slut?"

She ran her right hand through his thick brown hair. Jessica had permitted him to remove his hood earlier that morning. The young man's head was the only part of him not encased in black rubber. She enjoyed making men squirm in fetish attire, but she wasn't cruel. Especially to the ones that pleased her.

"Your time is invaluable, Mistress Superior, but it will be as you say."

Matthew swallowed involuntarily. His heartbeat ticked up the longer she pressed herself on him. Jessica could sense his anxiety and lust. He was thirsty.

"When was the last time you were fed?"

"Last night, Mistress."

"Thirsty again already, hmmm? Whatever will we do?"

Jessica reached down and ran a finger along the thick piece of leather around his neck. He was collared property of the Sisterhood, but no woman had claimed him as their own. His collar tag was marked only "DOL" for "Daughters of Lilith." He was no Mistresses' personal slave, yet. That meant any woman on campus could take him virtually any time they wished.

"What is it that you want more than anything, Matthew?"

She knew the answer, but loved making him say it.

"To be yours, Mistress Jessica..."

She gave his collar a firm tug, indicating that he should stand. Matthew followed her lead and she kicked his chair out of the way before applying firm pressure to his back. He bent over the desk like an obedient slave, only too eager to serve. Jessica's fleshy weapon was hardening, causing her shiny latex skirt to tent considerably. She reached down and massaged his ass hungrily through the thick, black latex of his bodysuit.

"And what if I prefer you as public gimp property that any of my Sisters can fuck as they please?"

"Then I will remain this way until someone claims me, Mistress."

*SMACK*

She scorched his right ass cheek with her bare hand. "Good boy..."

The sound of two zippers unfurling followed one after the other. First Matthew's ass and then Jessica's skirt. She nudged his legs apart and stroked her dark, brown club of flesh before bringing the tip to his waiting vanilla pucker. She entered Matthew unceremoniously and they both moaned. He in yielding accommodation and Jessica in pure pleasure.

She felt his gleaming, latex-clad form up and down, tracing his back and sides with her hands as she began fucking him slowly. Matthew was medium build and trim. The thick rubber clung to his body handsomely. His pleasing form, baby blue eyes and eagerness to please had been the main reasons she'd chosen him as her assistant. Fucking him just before lunch had become a daily ritual she looked forward to.

Jessica picked up the pace. Her full, bulging length of dark cock-meat buried itself in his welcoming bottom. Her fat scrotum slapped against his ass. She grabbed his arm and pulled it behind his back, adding a dash of pain to go with the pleasure of getting filled over and over by his well hung Goddess. Matthew moaned again. This time he was begging for more.

One of the Sisters walking through the hallway heard the two of them and stopped to peer into the reception area. She watched Jessica pounding Matthew against the desk for a few seconds before smiling and walking off. Jessica's libido launched into second gear as she plowed him even harder.

She loved that the Sisterhood had built a place where this was common. Jessica regularly took unbound slaves all over campus, at will. It was useful not only to sate her hunger, but to remind her new Sisters that they had the right and should exercise it as much as they liked. It didn't hurt that the longer she'd been a Succubus, the more she found exhibition to be a turn-on.

Jessica gazed down at her shiny, gimp slave secretary as she railed him into oblivion. She released his arm and grabbed the back of his collar instead. The insatiable Domina pulled on it sternly, tugging his head back as she spoke.

"Alright slut boy, let's play a game!" she said between forceful fucks into his gripping man-cunt. "The game is called: How thirsty are you?!? I'm going to cum, either in your ass or your mouth. Which one is up to you, but if you want it in your mouth, there are conditions."

"Yes, Mistress!" he replied in a weak, raspy voice. The leather collar was tight around his throat.

"If you wish to drink my essence, you will report to my office after lunch for thirty lashes with the whip! You will crawl on your hands and knees for the rest of the day. And you will report to the anal only cumfessional for two hours of service when your shift is over."

Matthew grunted as she slammed into his hips with extra force. The dirty talk and full control she was exerting drove Jessica wild.

"Remember, this is not a command. It is your choice. Where do you want it?"

"In my mouth! Please, Mistress!"

"Are you sure?!?" she demanded. Sweat beaded on her face as she pounded him nonstop. She smiled wickedly as she waited for his response. This was another answer she already knew.

"....yes, Mistress! I'll do anything! Please, feed me your cum!!!"

Jessica stopped her aggressive fucking and pulled out of his battered sphincter with a wet slurch. Strands of pre-cum stretched from her glans to his pucker as she released his collar and grabbed him by the hair instead.

"Of course you will, bitch! Now, get on your knees."

Matthew slid to the floor as she yanked his hair and re-positioned herself in front of him. She waved her long, fat, dripping cock in front of his face before slapping it against his cheek a few times. Jessica brought the oozing tip to his mouth and shoved it home between eager lips. His moans quickly faded into a half-gag as she pressed herself deeper into the wet, warm cavern of his mouth.

"Get the musky taste of your ass off my cock, slut! SUCK IT GOOD!!!"

Her left hand joined her right, digging into Matthew's brown locks. She established a firm grip on his head as she began sawing back and forth in his heavenly tunnel of sucking flesh. Her cock inched further down his throat with each smooth thrust as her twitching scrotum grew closer to his chin. Loud slurps and the occasional pocket of escaped air smacked from the young man's lips as he fellated Mistress Superior with every bit of skill his tongue and cheeks could muster.

Minutes flew by as she she face-fucked him into a bleary eyed, drooling mess. Jessica's low, guttural moans could be heard from far down the hall. It wouldn't be long until they both had what they craved.

* * * * *

*BZZZZT*

"Yes?"

"Mistress Superior. Mr. Heinlein is here to see you."

"Very good, Matthew. Send him in. Tell him there's no need to knock."

A few moments later her door opened and a large, bald man poked his head through the door. His eyes found Jessica and he smiled. The stranger walked in and closed the door behind him. He was at least six feet tall; bulky and broad shouldered. The man was dressed in black from his button down shirt to his suit jacket, slacks and dress shoes below. The only part of his ensemble that differed was the sharp red tie, flowing down the center of his shirt in stark contrast to the rest of his outfit.

The big man wore shades, but he removed them and placed them in his front pocket as he drew close to the desk. Jessica stood and extended her hand. He reached out and shook it earnestly. His grip was strong; his hand rough.

"Greetings, Mr. Heinlein."

"A pleasure to meet you, Miss Christiano. Please, call me Adam."

"Very well. Have a seat, Adam" she said, gesturing to the chair beside him.

The big man sat down and his frame filled the chair completely. Jessica was surprised it didn't split in two as he settled into it. He looked to be well into middle age, but still very healthy and vibrant. He had a slashing scar over his left eye, evidenced by both lacerated skin and a small section of his eyebrow that would never grow back. He had a thick accent as well, but Jessica couldn't quite place it.

"Can I offer you something to drink? Coffee? Tea?"

"A glass of water would be wonderful. This heat! And so early in the summer."

Jessica nodded knowingly. "Is a bottled water ok?"

"I'd prefer a glass, if it's possible."

Interesting. She'd gotten close enough for her pheromones to take effect. She'd shaken his hand; skin on skin contact, and yet no change in his mood. No difference in his eyes. Mr. Heinlein, it seemed, was a man of uncommon will.

"Certainly" Jessica responded before pressing the intercom button. "Matthew, bring spring water in a glass for Mr. Heinlein." She released the intercom button, then remembered something. She pressed it again. "Matthew, you may walk normally for this one task."

Adam's eyebrows raised and his lips spread into an amused grin.

Jessica smiled back. "First, let me thank you for your generous donations to our cause."

"My pleasure" he replied with a nod.

"Second, let me ask. What exactly is your interest in our organization?"

Adam reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out a business card. He set it on the table and nudged it toward Jessica. She picked it up and scanned it curiously.

'Reverend Adam Heinlein - The Church of Satan - Austin, TX' it read in white lettering over a black background. There was a large red pentagram to the right of his name and title.

Jessica snickered. "Seriously?"

"Deadly serious" he replied smugly, staring at Jessica with piercing hazel eyes.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude. I do recall reading an article about your group many years ago. You're a sect of hedonists and skeptics who enjoy poking fun at the religious. You don't actually believe in Satan, correct?"

"Of course not" he responded as the door opened and Matthew walked in with his drink. The latex-clad secretary fetched a coaster and set the glass of water on the desk before offering a slight bow to Jessica and immediately exiting. "But we do like to dress up and have fun, which it seems your group enjoys as well."

"Yes, I suppose we do have that much in common."

Jessica's eyes narrowed. Something wasn't right. The longer she looked at Adam, the more ominous it felt to be in his presence. Pieces of the puzzle weren't fitting. The scar. His hands. The accent. His well muscled form which his suit couldn't quite hide from her notice.

This was not the body of a pleasure seeker. Of someone who read weird occult books and went to lavish parties. Adam looked like someone who'd traveled the world. Gotten in scraps. Weathered a thousand storms. He seemed, at his core, to be something entirely different than what he was presenting. That meant he was lying.

Jessica shifted in her chair. She crossed her legs and smoothly pressed the panic button under her desk. It was a precaution she'd used before, but there was a first time for everything. Abigail and her security team would be there shortly.

"You're not from around here, are you? An immigrant?"

"Many years ago, yes."

"And you came to the US to... join the Church of Satan?"

"Not quite" he said with chuckle. "It's a long story and one that would take more than fifteen minutes."

"Fair enough. So, what is it you think the Daughters of Lilith can do for you?"

"Our members have read about your group in The Chronicle. Many were intrigued. We thought it wise to have someone investigate before we began... intermingling."

"Intermingling?"

"Well, if I may be so bold. We're a group with an abundance of male members who enjoy a certain lifestyle. Based on what I've read, you're a group with an abundance of female members who enjoy a certain lifestyle. We both seem to hold animosity for the Catholic church. In many ways, we're a natural fit, are we not?"

"Well, when you put it that way, you certainly make a compell-"

The office door burst open and Jessica's leather-clad enforcer stormed into the room. She must have run her ass off to get there so fast.

"Mistress Superior?!?"

"Abigail!" Jessica feigned surprise. "As you can see, I'm in a meeting right now."

Adam turned and glanced back at Abigail, clearly unamused.

"Please wait outside until we're done" Jessica continued. "We won't be long."

Abigail got the hint, thankfully. She nodded and grabbed the door handle. "Yes, Mistress Superior. My apologies."

She closed the door gently and Jessica returned her gaze to her mystery guest. "I'm very sorry about that. No idea what got into her."

"That's alright" Adam said, stone faced.

Jessica couldn't gauge his disposition. Was he onto her? Did he realize she was suspicious of him? This man had a very good poker face and that only made her more nervous. Still, he'd been searched for weapons on the way in. Perhaps she was worrying for nothing.

"Would it be possible to get a tour of your facilities today? We'd be happy to make a third donation."

Jessica leaned back in her chair. "Today is out of the question. We should be able to arrange one at some point in the near future. I'll have to check our schedule and get back to you."

"I see."

"Sorry to disappoint you. We'll be happy to send you home with some materials to share with your members. Is there anything else I can help you with today?"

"Yes, there is one thing" he answered as he reached for his drink.

Jessica put on a thin smile. "And what's that?"

"Exorcizo te, creatura aquae, in nomine Dei Patris omnipotentis..."

Adam held the glass of water before him. He began making the sign of the cross as he spoke. Jessica's eyes went wide as twin moons.

"...et in nomine Jesu Christi. Amen."

In the blink of an eye Adam thrust his glass forward and the water sloshed full force at Mistress Superior. She barely had time to put her arms up before she was splattered.

Jessica screamed like she'd never screamed in her life. Her shriek pierced the room as her flesh burned. Her forearms got scorched the worst, but searing pain forked through her shoulders, hands, chest and the patches of her face unlucky enough to get splashed. Her chair toppled over and she collapsed onto the floor, screaming and writhing in agony.

Adam stood and set the glass down. "So, they were right about you after all."

Before he could finish the sentence, the door flung open. Abigail, Evelyn, Vicky and several other Sisters burst into the room.

"JESSICA!" Vicky called out as she watched the woman roll on the ground in pain.

Abigail's eyes were trained squarely on Adam. "GET HIM!!!"

Adam glanced behind him and thought about making a break for the window, but he knew it was too late. He turned back to the charging women just in time to feel Evelyn barrel into him full speed. She seized his body in a football tackle, knocked him into the desk and brought him to the ground.

Adam reeled, the collision and fall stunning him. He grunted in pain and flailed his arms, punching the big woman in the side and trying to pry her grip from his body. Evelyn groaned in agony but hung on stubbornly. Abigail and the others fell on him like jackals, grabbing each limb and restraining him.

"LET GO OF ME YOU FUCKING WITCHES!!!" He spat as his nostrils flared and he strained against the combined strength of five Sisters.

Vicky was at Jessica's side, trying to console her. Jessica continued to wail in pain, her face pointed away, not wanting to reveal herself.

"Jessica! Please, let me see..."

She rolled to her side, tears streaming from her eyes as Vicky got her first glimpse. A gasp escaped the Mommy Domme's lips.

"Oh no..."

Mistress Superior's arms, shoulders and left check were inflamed deep red. Her flesh bulged and sizzled. It seemed to be slowly calming as the water evaporated, but torment still racked her. Boils, blotches and dark scar tissue began to form in the places where the liquid had disappeared.

Vicky left her for a moment and ran to the doorway. "GO FIND RUKO! BRING HER AT ONCE!!!" she yelled to the other Sisters who'd gathered at the entrance.

"Turn him over!" Abigail shouted as she helped man-handle the cussing, flailing brute. "Hands behind! Keep his legs together!"

As Vicky returned to Jessica's side and gently helped her rise to her feet, Abigail and the other sisters cuffed Adam and tied his legs together. A ball-gag was applied to his mouth in short order and pretty soon he was nothing but a writhing, groaning mass on the floor. The Sisters stood back and looked down at him contemptuously. No one's stare was more furious than Abigail's.

*CRACK*

She delivered a drop kick from the pointed end of her leather boot directly into his midsection. Adam grunted painfully as his eyes bulged.

"WHAT THE FUCK did you do to Mistress Superior you PIECE OF SHIT?!?"

*POONF*

The next kick went directly into his genitals and Adam howled into his gag. Tears leaked from his eyes as he writhed on the floor. Abigail stared daggers at him. The question was rhetorical. He couldn't answer and she didn't really care, at the moment. There would be plenty of time to learn the truth later. Right now she just wanted him to suffer.

"Good Goddess..."

"Mistress Superior..."

Abigail turned as Jessica limped forward. She moved with Vicky's help, her arm gingerly around the other woman's shoulder. Gasps and dejection filled the room as the Sisters got a good look at their wounded leader.

Abigail's face transitioned from fury to pure sadness. "Mistress Superior... I'm so sorry."

Mercifully, her eyes had been spared, but fresh welts and scars crossed her arms, her cheek and her forehead. It was obvious Jessica was still in great pain, but she grunted and limped forward. She was determined to say something to her would-be assassin, spy, or whatever the hell he was.