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25 Temmuz 2023, 10:50
Rain drizzled down in a steady deluge on a gray, miserable, midwinter day. The temperature had dipped into the fifties and no one could be seen on the puddle strewn grounds of St. Michael's. The campus had changed much in recent days with artwork, crosses, statues and other emblems of the Catholic faith being painted over, destroyed and otherwise stripped from their former places of prominence. It would be a few more days until all the relics were gone, but the landscape was changing rapidly.
Mistress Superior and Francis were at the kitchen table, passing a joint back and forth between moves on the chess board. The kink fueled former nun and clergyman had established a routine that Jessica loved. Upon waking up, she fucked him in both holes. Then Francis made them breakfast and they enjoyed a game. Once he lost, she ?punished? him with another round of deep dicking which the eager butt slut was only too happy to endure.
Jessica wore a latex bra and skirt that draped down to just above her knees. The cool, purple latex felt magnificent on her cock and the sensation was causing her limp length to stiffen as the game went on. She took a bite of her breakfast while waiting for her gimp property to make his move. He was clad in blue latex from neck to toe, a suit Jessica had ordered to add a bit of variety to his wardrobe of shiny black.
She'd grown much more strict about his attire, demanding he be clad in gleaming rubber at virtually all times. When out of the home, Jessica had taken to wearing her latex habit half the time and experimenting with other fetish outfits the other half. She was donning more latex and leather mainly because she wanted to, but also to encourage the Sisters to embrace their power, libido and freedom to express themselves.
Francis reached out and grasped one of his bishops. He slid it across the board and claimed one of Jessica's knights.
?You're getting better.?
?You think so? It sure doesn't feel like it, most days.?
?You get fifty percent better every time we play.?
?In that case, I should be at your level in a mere ten thousand games.?
Jessica giggled as she studied the board. Francis spoke again as he waited for his Mistress to take her turn.
?Perhaps the more salient question: Is my cooking improving??
She reached over and lifted another bite of french toast to her mouth, chewing it carefully and savoring the taste before swallowing it down.
?You're no five star chef, but I'm pleased with your progress.?
?Thank you, Mistress? he said with a slight bow.
Jessica slid her Queen across the board and took his bishop. ?Check.?
Francis silently cursed himself as he returned to studying the board.
?Are you looking forward to the party tonight?? she asked with genuine enthusiasm.
?Of course. I'm sure it'll be a good time.?
?It's going to be a very good time for you. You are to submit to any Sister that wishes to enjoy your company. Understood??
The smooth, sensual feeling of latex on her naked cock and thoughts of her slave being doubled teamed by his rubber clad Sisters was making her hard as a rock. The latex of her bra pulled tightly around her bare breasts. It only enhanced her arousal. Jessica took deeper breaths as her lust spiked.
?Yes, Mistress. May I shower and change before the event??
?You may... when I'm done with you.?
She stood abruptly, jolting the table and sending some of the chess pieces tumbling on the board. Jessica stalked around the dining area, her eyes brimming with passion and her hand already finding the zipper on her skirt.
?Mistress?? Francis asked as he rose from his seat. ?The game??
She peeled the latex skirt off and tossed it aside as she slid behind Francis. Jessica gave him a forceful nudge and then brought one hand to his shoulder and the other to his ass.
?It was checkmate in two turns. Now bend over!?
He did as she commanded, a wry smile on his face as he spread his legs slightly and took hold of the table. Jessica fumbled with his zipper, her need to be inside him dire. The gentle rippling sound announced his vulnerability and she brought the head of her hot, heavy weapon to his pucker.
She pushed his back down, took hold of his hips with both hands and thrust her full length of rock hard cock into his fleshy depths.
?NGGGHHHHH!!!?
?OhhhhhhHHHHHHH!!!?
Jessica moaned and Francis grunted as she entered him harshly. She was usually more gentle at first, but her need for relief was dire. He held on for dear life as Jessica quickly opened him up; sawing her fat shaft in and out of his tight, fleshy ring.
?You might get railed by half a dozen sisters tonight, but none of them will be as good as me, will they, slave??
?No, Mistress!?
She grabbed his leash and tugged on it harshly; the leather collar tightening around his throat. Her fucking grew harsher, turning into true pounding.
?WHO OWNS YOU?!??
?You do Mistress Jessica!?
?That's right! And after I cum in your ass, you're going to deep throat my cock until I nut again!?
The kitchen filled with the sounds of raucous fucking. Her curvy body slapped into his gimp suited form as her cock slurped in and out of his well trained boy pussy. Moans, grunts and the creaking of the table completed the symphony of degenerate sex.
* * * * *
Jessica was sitting at her desk looking over some reports when light knocks rapped on her office door.
?Come in!?
She stood as the door opened, the ceiling light gleaming off her curves in the black, latex habit. In walked a smiling young woman with shoulder length dirty blonde hair. She was clad in a leather jacket, a clingy orange top and blue jeans. She looked to be about 5'9 in heels and carried a large handbag over her shoulder.
Jessica smiled back as she approached and extended her hand across the desk.
?Welcome to the Sisters of Guadalupe. I'm Sister Jessica.?
The eager young reporter shook her hand.
?Allison Fairchild with the Austin Chronicle. Very nice to meet you.?
Jessica gestured to the office chairs in front of her desk. ?Please, make yourself comfortable. Take off your jacket if you like.?
?I'm fine like this? she replied as she took a seat. ?It's pretty damp out there and the chill is still in me.?
Jessica sat as well, her hands folding in her lap as she studied the young woman. ?I'm familiar with your paper. I read it often while getting lunch in town. It's a lot better than Austin's official newspaper.?
?Oh, thank you! We don't have nearly the circulation of the American Statesman, but I'd like to think our coverage is better.?
?It certainly is. Can I offer you something to drink??
?No, I'm good, thanks.?
?Alright then. What's the Chronicle's interest in our humble convent??
?It's my interest, really. I'm always looking for compelling new phenomenon in the city and I've heard so many juicy rumors about your organization. You're head of the convent now, correct? Ever since...?
Allison checked her notes.
?A Miss Helen Delarosa was forced to retire??
?Yes, that's a very sad story. Our Mother Superior began to lose her wits. She was no longer able to continue in her position and is currently under psychiatric care. I've been told it's unlikely she will recover.?
?I'm sorry to hear that. I can't help but notice, though... You said Mother Superior just now, and yet...? she pointed at the nameplate on the desk. ?This says Mistress Superior.?
Jessica grinned broadly as the brown eyed woman continued.
?Your attire is hardly what I would call humble and yours is not the first provocative outfit I saw on my way in here.?
?And?? Jessica asked.
?And my understanding is that you've recently suspended Catholic services??
?That's right.?
Allison waited for her to supply information, but quickly realized she wasn't giving it up without a more pointed question.
?Adding those pieces to some of the more salacious rumors I've heard... Well, there's no subtle way to ask this. Are you turning this place into some kind of S
Mistress Superior and Francis were at the kitchen table, passing a joint back and forth between moves on the chess board. The kink fueled former nun and clergyman had established a routine that Jessica loved. Upon waking up, she fucked him in both holes. Then Francis made them breakfast and they enjoyed a game. Once he lost, she ?punished? him with another round of deep dicking which the eager butt slut was only too happy to endure.
Jessica wore a latex bra and skirt that draped down to just above her knees. The cool, purple latex felt magnificent on her cock and the sensation was causing her limp length to stiffen as the game went on. She took a bite of her breakfast while waiting for her gimp property to make his move. He was clad in blue latex from neck to toe, a suit Jessica had ordered to add a bit of variety to his wardrobe of shiny black.
She'd grown much more strict about his attire, demanding he be clad in gleaming rubber at virtually all times. When out of the home, Jessica had taken to wearing her latex habit half the time and experimenting with other fetish outfits the other half. She was donning more latex and leather mainly because she wanted to, but also to encourage the Sisters to embrace their power, libido and freedom to express themselves.
Francis reached out and grasped one of his bishops. He slid it across the board and claimed one of Jessica's knights.
?You're getting better.?
?You think so? It sure doesn't feel like it, most days.?
?You get fifty percent better every time we play.?
?In that case, I should be at your level in a mere ten thousand games.?
Jessica giggled as she studied the board. Francis spoke again as he waited for his Mistress to take her turn.
?Perhaps the more salient question: Is my cooking improving??
She reached over and lifted another bite of french toast to her mouth, chewing it carefully and savoring the taste before swallowing it down.
?You're no five star chef, but I'm pleased with your progress.?
?Thank you, Mistress? he said with a slight bow.
Jessica slid her Queen across the board and took his bishop. ?Check.?
Francis silently cursed himself as he returned to studying the board.
?Are you looking forward to the party tonight?? she asked with genuine enthusiasm.
?Of course. I'm sure it'll be a good time.?
?It's going to be a very good time for you. You are to submit to any Sister that wishes to enjoy your company. Understood??
The smooth, sensual feeling of latex on her naked cock and thoughts of her slave being doubled teamed by his rubber clad Sisters was making her hard as a rock. The latex of her bra pulled tightly around her bare breasts. It only enhanced her arousal. Jessica took deeper breaths as her lust spiked.
?Yes, Mistress. May I shower and change before the event??
?You may... when I'm done with you.?
She stood abruptly, jolting the table and sending some of the chess pieces tumbling on the board. Jessica stalked around the dining area, her eyes brimming with passion and her hand already finding the zipper on her skirt.
?Mistress?? Francis asked as he rose from his seat. ?The game??
She peeled the latex skirt off and tossed it aside as she slid behind Francis. Jessica gave him a forceful nudge and then brought one hand to his shoulder and the other to his ass.
?It was checkmate in two turns. Now bend over!?
He did as she commanded, a wry smile on his face as he spread his legs slightly and took hold of the table. Jessica fumbled with his zipper, her need to be inside him dire. The gentle rippling sound announced his vulnerability and she brought the head of her hot, heavy weapon to his pucker.
She pushed his back down, took hold of his hips with both hands and thrust her full length of rock hard cock into his fleshy depths.
?NGGGHHHHH!!!?
?OhhhhhhHHHHHHH!!!?
Jessica moaned and Francis grunted as she entered him harshly. She was usually more gentle at first, but her need for relief was dire. He held on for dear life as Jessica quickly opened him up; sawing her fat shaft in and out of his tight, fleshy ring.
?You might get railed by half a dozen sisters tonight, but none of them will be as good as me, will they, slave??
?No, Mistress!?
She grabbed his leash and tugged on it harshly; the leather collar tightening around his throat. Her fucking grew harsher, turning into true pounding.
?WHO OWNS YOU?!??
?You do Mistress Jessica!?
?That's right! And after I cum in your ass, you're going to deep throat my cock until I nut again!?
The kitchen filled with the sounds of raucous fucking. Her curvy body slapped into his gimp suited form as her cock slurped in and out of his well trained boy pussy. Moans, grunts and the creaking of the table completed the symphony of degenerate sex.
* * * * *
Jessica was sitting at her desk looking over some reports when light knocks rapped on her office door.
?Come in!?
She stood as the door opened, the ceiling light gleaming off her curves in the black, latex habit. In walked a smiling young woman with shoulder length dirty blonde hair. She was clad in a leather jacket, a clingy orange top and blue jeans. She looked to be about 5'9 in heels and carried a large handbag over her shoulder.
Jessica smiled back as she approached and extended her hand across the desk.
?Welcome to the Sisters of Guadalupe. I'm Sister Jessica.?
The eager young reporter shook her hand.
?Allison Fairchild with the Austin Chronicle. Very nice to meet you.?
Jessica gestured to the office chairs in front of her desk. ?Please, make yourself comfortable. Take off your jacket if you like.?
?I'm fine like this? she replied as she took a seat. ?It's pretty damp out there and the chill is still in me.?
Jessica sat as well, her hands folding in her lap as she studied the young woman. ?I'm familiar with your paper. I read it often while getting lunch in town. It's a lot better than Austin's official newspaper.?
?Oh, thank you! We don't have nearly the circulation of the American Statesman, but I'd like to think our coverage is better.?
?It certainly is. Can I offer you something to drink??
?No, I'm good, thanks.?
?Alright then. What's the Chronicle's interest in our humble convent??
?It's my interest, really. I'm always looking for compelling new phenomenon in the city and I've heard so many juicy rumors about your organization. You're head of the convent now, correct? Ever since...?
Allison checked her notes.
?A Miss Helen Delarosa was forced to retire??
?Yes, that's a very sad story. Our Mother Superior began to lose her wits. She was no longer able to continue in her position and is currently under psychiatric care. I've been told it's unlikely she will recover.?
?I'm sorry to hear that. I can't help but notice, though... You said Mother Superior just now, and yet...? she pointed at the nameplate on the desk. ?This says Mistress Superior.?
Jessica grinned broadly as the brown eyed woman continued.
?Your attire is hardly what I would call humble and yours is not the first provocative outfit I saw on my way in here.?
?And?? Jessica asked.
?And my understanding is that you've recently suspended Catholic services??
?That's right.?
Allison waited for her to supply information, but quickly realized she wasn't giving it up without a more pointed question.
?Adding those pieces to some of the more salacious rumors I've heard... Well, there's no subtle way to ask this. Are you turning this place into some kind of S