(One of my patrons, KI.SW brought up an old story of mine, Sinners Sanctum. After not looking at it for years , I looked back and cringed. it was old, and messy, and I could do better. So, rather then spending time on other things I focussed on fixing this one up and bringing it to modern day standards. Rather then a re-make, it’s a re write, leaving as much as i can of the original intact while adding more flavor to it. Maybe worth doing more re-writes in the future…)
The red coloured luxury sports car made its way up the winding road leading to the Sanctum of Souls monastery. Inside it were two women, the both of them dressed suspiciously conservative if you knew them better.
The one driving the car was an energetic redhead with a big smile on her face. Her red hair was frizzy and extremely voluminous, and she was wearing a black dress that showed no skin whatsoever, which was very much a tell-tale sign that something was very wrong with the usually overslutty and hypersexualized Andrea Lencroft-Creneth.
Her companion was a blonde woman in a business outfit that showed only a little bit of her moderate cleavage compared to Andrea’s much larger chest.. Her hair parted in the middle and fell down on both sides almost in a wave-like motion, while the glasses on her face with thin black rims were actually just for show. Jeanne wanted to make herself seem smarter and more dignified for the public role of the personal assistant to Mr Creneth that she played during workdays.
She looked a slight bit worried but inside she really was excited for this. Whatever reservations she had…they were long gone now. What started as a small idea to do while Markus spent the week in business negotiations in Indonesia with his father expanded more and more as Andrea found out about Jeanne’s thing for nuns…and more…
The two of them were soon approaching their destination. Up ahead stood a originally Spanish monastery built on top of a raised plateau that for two hundred years and more had been a women’s only society. A nunnery where women of all kinds sought solitude and faith far away from the world. There was only one path towards the plateau and it was by design extremely isolated. Which made it excellent for what Andrea had in mind.
Andrea parked the car on the outskirts of the monastery amongst the surprising amount of modest vehicles there
“People have got to eat…and get supplies. I reckon they need to go shopping for basic necessities too.”
“We need to discuss how were going to approach this this.” Jeanne glanced at her, raising an eyebrow. “Well, why didn’t we just go home and go back to doing our sexy nun role play, in stead of going in to a real monastry just take over two nuns and then sneakily have sex with each other?”
“Yeah…nah! That was the old plan. I actually got an upgrade to the tentacle suit that got delivered yesterday and this is the best time to start making use of it.”
“Look, Andrea…when I said I had a thing for corruption and nuns I didn’t mean…like really? With real nuns. In like a real place.”
“So you’re saying you don’t want to experience the real thing? Watching holy people lose their minds into sex craven futanari?”
Jeanne was biting her lip as she rubbed her crotch. It did sound super hot to her but… “Err..it’s so wrong!”
“It’s can’t be wrong if its hot, Jeanne. Plus all we need to do is place everything back as we found it when we leave and it’s all good. We’ll go in, take over the leadership and then invite the rest over for a one on one “Faith session.” Andrea mimed jacking off an invisible penis.
Jeanne thought about what Andrea had said and realised something. “How can the nuns be futanari after you possess them? You mean by tentacle dick, right?”
“No no.” Andrea reached down below and lowered her panties. A moment her pussy seemed to bulge somewhat before the lips parted to let her hidden erection slide into place. As the balls plopped out her vagina merged with them. Five seconds later and there had been no sign that there ever had been anything else then a penis there. As usual, Andrea couldn’t resist touching herself for a moment.
“I can turn anyone I take into my hivemind into a futa or keep them as a woman. Though you know what it’s going to end up like.” She winked and smiled. “Divine dicks for days!”.
Andrea made the mental command to reverse the process as the cock simply disappeared inside herself, her labia lips suddenly popping forward into place. With a smooth “shlick” the shaft slid into her, leaving behind what was one there before.
“But we don’t want to expose our plans yet. We need to infiltrate first and then take over our first nun.”
“How are we going to pull that off, Andrea?
“Watch and learn, Jeanne. I want you to just be sweet and supportive while I do the talking.”
Andreas face clouded over as suddenly she looked grief stricken. She began to weep and gasp for air.
“Oh God Andrea are you okay? What’s wrong?” Jeanne put her hand on her shoulder in a comforting way.
The crying woman turned to her and stopped, glancing at her with a condescending stare and a raised eyebrow
“Oh…it’s acting.” Jeanne stated sheepishly. “That was incredible!” Andrea turned away and stepped out of the car returning to her faked hysterics. Jeanne followed her and was surprised to see Andrea grabbing her and leaning on her.
Mid tears, she clearly said. “Act supportive” before going back to crying and weeping.
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Jeanne was impressed once again by Andreas’ acting skills. It wasn’t hard to act comforting when Andrea was doing such a good job at acting that Jeanen struggled to remember that the pain was actually not real.
The moment the first habit wearing nun approached the two of them she just struggled to talk. After Jeanne had feigned calming her down Andrea began spinning a a fake story about her husband Markus cheating and abusing her. It felt so genuine…yet Jeanne knew it was all fake. And still she had Andrea wrapped into a tight hug.
Andrea continued to cry into her best friend’ arms about how she wished to join the nunnery and spend her life in devotion to the Faith. To add insult to injury she muttered that she never ever wanted to have sex ever again but to devote her body and soul to Faith and Faith alone.
The nun did her best to comfort her before she spoke up.
“I shall take you to Abess Solana. She will show you a better life for certain..” The poor overwhelmed woman said as she kindly supported Andrea along with Jeanne. Out of her view, Andrea’s face clearly flashed another mischievous grin that only Jeanne could see for a short moment.
She winked at Jeanne and went back to crying.
Jeanne just kept quiet, letting Andrea do all the talking, or crying to be exact. She could handle herself decently, she thought, but Andrea simply was so much better at it that there was no point in her speaking up in the moment.
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The office of the High Abess Solana Heavenforth was impressive with it’s own private indoor garden and quite a view over the green forest valley behind her.
The nun left the two of them alone in there, Jeanne sitting quite awkwardly next to the deeply emotional Andrea. Andreas makeup was ruined and her face was still wet with tears. Yet as she turned to Jeanne it was obvious that it was all an extremely well executed facade.
“Remember, Jeanne, you should practise hysterics. A crying woman is seen as harmless and strongly evokes sympathy. It lowers people’s guards which leaves them ripe for exploitation. No one wants to be seen accusing a crying, vulnerable person of anything.”
Jeanne nodded, looking slightly uncomfortable at the completely unethical tips coming her way. Still this was what she signed up for…and what she couldn’t help but find incredibly hot. Wrong but hot. And the real thing had not even started
The old door behind them creaked and a woman dressed in full ornamental decorated habits stepped into the room.
High Abess Solana was a woman of decent length but intense in proportions with a heavyset chest that even outshone Andreas E cups.
She was a decisively overweight woman indeed but that seemed to be somewhat compensated by her slightly above average length. Her face was warm with a thick neck and rosy looking cheeks, and the way that she looked at Andrea with nothing but compassion and kindness.
She seemed not just to be a religious person, but a divine and motherly one. Her hair was blonde running straight down on both sides down to her shoulder blades. But her black and white habit covered most of it so no one really knew how long it really was
“Welcome to the Sanctum of Souls, visitors. I am high Abess Solana. What can I help you with today?
“M-m-my husband M-M-Markus cheated on me and now I wish to just leave the modern world behind.” Andrea cried her eyes out, shaking and shivering. High Abess Solana sighed and nodded slowly.
“I am so deeply sorry to hear that. If you are seeking refuge here, we are happy to have you amongst our ranks.”
Out of the corner of her eye Jeanne saw a bulge emerge in Andrea’s crotch. Rather then just go erect, suddenly the erection (out of the High Abess’ view) disconnected from Andrea and slithered onto the floor. A purple tentacle, with a cockhead on one end quickly slipped around the desk. Andrea let out a massive wail to draw Solana’s attention. She was shaking, shivering and crying all at the same time
Jeanne sat there…awkwardly, waiting for the moment of possession to happen but not much occured at all. High Abess Solana didn’t seem to react at all, not even a reaction of horror or shock to some tentacle forcing itself into her and possessing her mind. Nothing happened, to Jeanne’s surprise and concern
Solana turned to her now and Jeanne smiled awkwardly, not wanting to be in the moment of attention at all.
“Cmon, c’mon do it already.” She hissed under her breath.
“So what is your name, young lady? Do you seek salvation and sanctum also?”
“I am Jeanne Creneth. I am…not very religious, but…ehm.” The sentence ran away from her
Andrea stood up, instantly stopped crying as she walked past High Abess Solana to a closet on the far side of the room.. As Jeanne turned to look at what she was doing Solana called out to her.
“And why would we let you stay here if you do not share our Faith? If you do not believe you do not deserve it!” A sense of power, almost opera-like tone blindsided Jeanne into complete silence. The holy woman rose from her seat and stared down at Jeanne. Her rotund form made its way around the desk to confront her, giving Jeanne a good look of her HolyRobes
“I feel that I must assist you Jeanne. Your soul and body must be purified of evil and heresy! There must be Faith!”
Jeanne seemed to recoil for a moment as the other woman got closer with a look of haughtiness and judgement.
In one swift moment High Abess Solana reached below her dress and grabbed something. From underneath she suddenly pulled out a massively fat throbbing cock that she slapped against Jeanne’s face.
“And I have just the Sacred, Divine tool to do it.” Solana glanced down and giggled at the surprised woman.. “God, Jeanne, you’re too gullible sometimes. You knew this was going to happen, you should’ve known!”
Jeanne looked up at Solana, glancing at her cock before leaning over to look at what Andrea was doing.
“What are you doing?”
Andrea reached into the closet and grabbed a pair of robes that looked like Solana’s except for being far less well decorated. She undressed, flicking her clothes aside and got the robe on.
Moments later Andrea was fully dressed as a nun with the exception of a dick sticking out of the robes. It was smaller than Solana’s but still far above average size. Satisfied with her look, the brand new nun of depravity walked to the door and locked it tight.
“I’m reading her mind now…so much to go through. Sadly she doesn’t have many secrets, lots of holy stuff and such. But… there’s one secret that she DOES have.” She narrated after winking at the possessed Solana. As the High Abess undressed a very thick, yes sexy body came free. The good kind of thick, with massive breasts, wide and motherly hips and an ass that could best be called divine.
Jeanne was never one for the massive proportions that Andrea so loved to trot around with, practical or not, but Solana’s massive body was something that Jeanne body would love to play around with or even become.
“Kneel before me, heathen.” The High Abbess had the same look on her face as before. Judging. Dominant. Yet now there was a tell tale element of smugness to it as well.
Jeanne couldn’t help but blush quite a bit as she glanced past the massive cock. Her hand slipped downstairs but Solana once again slapped her again with her dripping cock, slamming some cum across her face
“Do NOT dare masturbate in my Holy Divine presence.” Jeanne looked up at Solana’s form, who rubbed her cock all over her face and through her hair, with the High Abbess’s cum being spread all over her
Behind her, “Sister” Andrea ambushed Jeanne, ripping off her clothes to prepare her for the ceremony of purification.
She reached under Jeanne with one arm grabbing her by the pussy and beginning to rub her.
“Ooh you’re really leaking now girl. You really have a nun fetish.”
“It’s not fully a nun fetish…its a corruption fetish and also nuns. You take good people like her…and make them evil sex machines like you.”
Andrea grabbed hold of Jeanne, the touching suddenly turning mean spirited.
“I am not evil.” Andrea glared at her furiously. Jeanne didn’t want to have that dispute with her in the current moment even though she knew this whole thing was morally wrong. And hot, oh so hot. She started to finger herself while blushing
Solana laughed with a hearty chuckle at the sight of her true self and Jeanne returning right back to kinky stuff. “Let us not waste any more time…let us initiate you into the sisterhood. Welcome to the Sanctum of Sinners, Sister Jeanne. The nun tugged Jeannes mouth open and slammed her girthy holy rod inside all the way. “There we go, you filthy degenerate sinner. Allow me to cleanse your mouth with my divine blessings.”
Andrea was receiving a lot of intense sexual pleasure from Solana’s possessed mind and her own cock twitched with excitement. Andrea pressed forward pushing just the tip inside Jeanne’s exposed rear. There was another muffled moan as Jeanne’s throat distended more and more to make room for Solana’s shaft “Oh…oh you’re so tight Jeanne. Take it all in, suck and you shall be blessed!”
Solana pressed her balls against Jeannes chin and rubbed them while her hands firmly grasped the blonde woman’s head. Andrea meanwhile fully penetrated Jeanne’s rear using what leverage she had to pin her on Solana’s cock. Jeanne was struggling to cope with the two way onslaught, lost in pleasure and joy.
Andrea and Solana shared a laugh as both of them worked in perfect synch to alternate their thrusts into their willing disciple.
As Solana’s “Staff of Saints” slid smoothly down Jeanne’s oesophagus, Andrea’s cock pulled out of Jeanne’s rear. Jeanne learned from front to back with every push. By Andrea’s count, it had not much then five minutes in when Jeannes’ holes tightened and she began squirting vaginal fluids all over the floor, going limp underneath the sheer power of the two futanari nuns that were working her.
“Whoa, you really didn’t last long. I guess you should receive your blessing soon enough..but not yet!” She slapped Jeanne on the ass and giggled. Andrea could have kept it going for a long while but instead both of her bodies continued to slam and thrust into Jeanne with all their might until they both came at the same time, depositing both their loads into Jeanne with force. Their moans were subdued though, as they didnt want to pull too much attention…yet. Both of them easily came load after load into their disciple who struggled to keep up with it all
The pinned down Jeanne received so many blessings that her belly seemed to expand quite a bit, sloshing with cum while she was leaking in front and back.
“Be cleansed and relieved of your worries.” With more faux holiness Solana pulled out of Jeanne who gasped for breath as she spat out some cum. Nun Andrea did the same and the blonde girl collapsed on the floor, breathing heavily with a dull smile on her face. Both of the ladies continued to stand over her and their cocks dripped cum onto Jeanne.
After a while Andrea poked Jeanne on the ass.
“You good, girl?”
“Oh my God!” Jeanne turned around, looking up at the two cocks hanging over her.” Can I please be Solana, Andrea? I totally want to try her out.
“You are not devoted enough to take my form.” As Jeanne looked slightly disappointed Solana winked at her.
The naked, thicc futanari form of Solana leaned forward, towering over Jeanne before collapsing inward, the empty skinsuit draping itself over Jeanne as a tentacle cock escaped out of the suit’ rear. It crawled up Andrea’s leg over her cock and slammed itself back inside her urethra. As the bulge travelled down and into her, she almost went cross eyed and red faced with sexual thrill untill it merged back with her.
Jeanne, slippery with cum all over her form, looked at the skinsuit of Solana. The deflated cock was still leaking cum from the front and she sucked it clean with a smile on her face. Behind her, Andrea was cleaning up evidence that any sex had taken place there moments before to cover their tracks.
“Enough playing for now. Get in, we have work to do…people to bless and such.”
Jeanne nodded as she flipped the heap of skin around, making a hole in the back by thinking of one and touching it. She sat down in the High Abess’ luxury leather chair coating it in semen.
“Great, now I gotta clean that too.” Andrea huffed as she was grabbing a new habit and soaking it in the cum on the floor as a way of cleaning it up.
Jeanne got to work stretching the hole and reaching for the skin’s neck. She jutted her head inside as her hair got in her eyes blocking out any view. Operating by touch, she pushed her head into the suit, waiting for it to properly take form. As her eyes seemed to suddenly open with a different outlook on the world. Sister Solana was sitting on her chair…only it was her thick head on top of an ill fitting thin body
The rest of the body was limp and lame hanging at the side. “Oh Heavens, it seems my body is not yet complete.” Solana grinned as movement and motions occurred on her insides. Suddenly both her upper chest and hands inflated and took proper form moments after Jeanne pressed her hands into them and pushed her upper body in place.
“Oooh!” Solana rubbed her massive breasts with a horny smile on her face “I don’t usually go for the massive proportions but now and thennn…” She pinched her own nipples with a grin on her face that could match Andrea. “Let’s finish this. She lifted up her deflated right leg and from the inside inserted Jeanne’s right leg into it. The moment Jeannes crotch pushed against the inside there and settled in place Solana moaned as her “Holy Rod ” didn’t just burst to life but immediately climaxed, splattering cum over her desk with some loose specks hitting Andrea. She immediately leaned over the desk to take the sacred meat in her mouth and swallow it up. As Solana came her other leg formed and the seam in the back was gone, and the reformed High Abess was complete.
Like the expert sex maniac she was Andrea took it all in effortlessly before cleaning up the naked High Abess.
“Okay, Mother Heavenforth, get dressed properly and help me clean this mess up. We can’t have our next victim make a fuss before its possession time, can we?”
The two of them cleaned up as much as they could, tossing some cumsoaked rags in the trash bin and shutting it tight while letting the space ventilate to try and reduce the strong cum odour that hung around the room.
“I think, High Abess , that is it time that you introduce me to the other leaders of this place.” It was more an order than a mere request, unfitting of a junior nun asking the woman heading this whole place.
“Very well Sister Andrea. Let us call for them.”
“Also, you should sit and slip it under the desk if you can’t contain it.” Andrea pointed at Solana’s clear bulge underneath her very elegantly decorated robes
“Oh dear…” Solana blushed, her stern face suddenly looking very soft and kind. “I guess I still have that spit roast on my mind.”
“Just retract it. Focus on your female side, remember.”
“Right.” She sat down at her desk as the bulge retracted inside her.
She bit her lip tightly while Andrea smiled at her sexual discomfort. “You really get more used to this Jeanne You’re always so sensitive, really. Sexual stimulation is fantastic but you can’t let it ruin your cover. Especially not when you’re playing miss super holy heaven whatever you’re supposed to be.”
Solana nodded and took up a more formal position while her face settled into a strict glare. Thinking of Jeremy’s old French teacher in high school, she glared with an annoyed look at the red headed nun that sat opposite her.
“Please refrain from further comments Sister Andrea. We need to spread my new blessing to the other members of our flock. And I think we should start with the woman in charge of the kitchen.”
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Sister Lyrissa Greenwich was a woman in her mid 30’s, with pretty dark hair running down past her shoulders covered underneath her habit. Her body underneath was quite shapely though not as much as Solana or Andrea. As she entered the room Jeanne was told by Solana’s memories that she was in charge of the Nunnery’s kitchen and had been here for two years now. She had only risen to that rank because of her sheer culinary skill.
“Welcome Sister Lyrissa.”
“Mother Solana.” She nodded, sitting down in the empty seat next to Andrea. There was a stern glare and Solana could notice that there was a bit of tension visible in the nun’s face which made her feel powerful.
“I wanted to talk to you about assigning our newest member Andrea von Sluttica to kitchen duty, serving under you.” Andrea raised an eyebrow at the obvious joke surname but said nothing, quickly smiling at Lyrissa. Undeterred, and resolving to prove herself, Solana continued.
“Sister Andrea has much experience cocking…excuse me, cooking in the outside world and wishes to bring it here.”
Sister Lyrissa stared in confusion at the High Abess’ apparent sexual misspeaking. Her body language seemed quite defensive all of a sudden as Andrea got up from her chair and approached her.
“What sort of, eh, cooking is your expertise in, Sister Andrea?” Sister Lyrissa looked uncomfortable and uneasy, aware that something was off
“My main speciality is cooking with semen. But it pales in comparison with the plan that I have been cooking up for this place.”
Andrea opened her mouth very wide, and sister Lyrissa seemed frozen in fear and shock as a large bulge worked its way up Andreas neck.
Like a Xenomorph the purple tentacle cock emerged out of her mouth and shot straight into sister Lyrissa’s mouth. She got out a short scream of terror before the tentacle going down her throat silenced it before it could reach any volume. Involuntarily she swallowed as the unknown creature forced itself down her throat and into her stomach She twitched and struggled for a moment before going still.
Then she smirked and pointed at Solana. “That was fun, Jeanne but you shouldn’t be openly blowing your cover like that. Just stay stern, distract them and let me do the rest. Let’s call in another one. I’ll keep this woman standing in the corner now.”
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Sister Kess Wassai entered the room next, led in by Sister Lyrissa who let her in and then locked the door. She was quite a weighty woman of middle age, she was curvy yet petite. Her hair was a dark shade of red kept quite short in contrast to most other nuns. Solana smirked as the Headmistress of the garden sat down in the chair, flanked by Andrea like Sister Lyrissa was before?
“Mother Heavenforth, what can I do for you today?”
“Close your eyes for me, please.”
“I, ehm…yes High Abess.” She nodded and compiled after a moment filled with confusion and doubt
Andrea and Sister Lyrissa, flanking from both sides, reached under their ritual clothing, pulling out their cocks and holding them in front of Sister Kess’s face. As the smell hit her she peeked for a second before her eyes went open in wide shock. Her jaw dropped and she tried to scream only for Andrea to ram her cock down her throat
Sister Lyrissa had an identical smile on her face as Andrea. She had started to masturbate, openly aiming her cock at Sister Kess’s face.
Sister Kess was fully blindsided and struggled to get free under their combined grip to little avail. As she looked up at her two assailants she could see a bulge appear on Andrea’s shaft that travelled in her direction. She did her best to clench her jaw but in fact it didn’t help when a massive tentacle burst forth from Andrea’s urethra straight down her oesophagus.
Sister Kess twitched and struggled as the bulge went down her throat until it suddenly disappeared. What did appear was a bulge down below as a cock began to take shape emerge from within. Sister Lyrissa pulled Sisters Kess’ clothes aside to free the nun’s brand new erection, one sister quickly beginning to suck off the other.
“Ladies, please. We still have more work to do. Lets focus on who’s the next one in the line of leadership.”
“Their minds indicate.” Andrea motioned at the two nuns that were mid-blowjob. “Nurse Tanya,.” Andrea watched at the two nuns who were now part of her hivemind as she began to masturbate.
Solana cleared her throat and glared.
“I thought you said that we needed to take over the leadership first before we got back to that?”
“Good point.” The three of them started to put their dicks away and started cleaning up.
Sister Solana sat behind her desk not willing to reveal to the three of them (under one mind) just how wet and on the verge of masturbating she truly was. With a smile on her face she let her gigantic cock emerge from within her and immediately slipped it under the desk without the Andrea hivemind noticing.
Sister Kess and Lyrissa stood at the side of the room while suppressing their sexual desires as their cocks went limp so that the bulges were only small for now before fully retreating inside them. Like before they stood at the side as the next sister/victim led by Sister Andrea walked into the belly of the beast completely unknowing
Sister Tanya was someone with a fierce, determined look in her eye. Her face seemed to have a permanent case of “grouch face” but a closer look would reveal that she actually was being neutral with her thicker eyebrows making it look worse. She handled the tiny hospital ward, the head nurse of the Nunnery. Despite her habit and extremely covering clothing it was clear she had an athletic build indicating a dedication to exercise equal to her dedication to the Lord.
“Sister Tanya, please, have a seat. We have a serious problem spreading throughout the Sanctum of Souls.” Jeanne easily got back in character with the High Abess with ease even though her cock was fully upright, pressing on the underside of her desk and dripping slightly.
“What might the problem be, Mother?”
“We’re dealing with a slight infection, a parasite so to speak.” High Abess Solana’s smug smile was in disconnect with her serious rone. “It seems to spread from person to person, infecting and altering their minds to do horrible things!”
“Oh my, that’s terrible! We must take action immediately, High Abess. Who has been infected with this parasite?” Sister Tanya gasped, not noticing the wet smack of a tentacle hitting the floor behind her and crawling closer underneath Tanya’s chair, slipping underneath her habit. As it made contact with her skin she flinched in schock
“Oh, what’s…what in God’s name is that!”
“Ah, that must be the parasite taking hold of you, please do not resist.” Solana said sarcastically.
“What, you’re…youuuuuu.” Sister Tanya grasped as the tentacle crawled into her pant leg and rammed itself inside her hole. She panted and moaned, squirming underneath the sudden pressure. High Abess Solana couldn’t contain herself as she freed her throbbing giant erection from underneath her clothes, immediately beginning to masturbate furiously, with cute moans escaping her mouth occasionally. Sister Tanya almost collapsed forward as she came, squirting fluids against the inside of her clothes. Halfway through her squirting it morphed into a male ejaculation.
As she arose from her seat she looked at Solana with a predatory looking smile. “Oh, you’ve got a thing for corruption do you, Jeanne?”
Solana nodded as her disproportionately sized penis stood at its height, leaking all over her table. The tree nuns and Andrea undressed in front of her, all of them showing off their brand new erections (Andrea’s was really old, but that didn’t matter). All four started to join in Solana’s masturbation.
“The only God we obey is the God of Orgies. And her name is Andrea.”
The four spoke in unison, and it was too much for the High Abess, who continued to furiously masturbate as she ejaculated a large load all over her table. All four of the other woman leaned in, jokingly struggling to catch as much of the High Abess’ seeds with smiles on their faces. By the time she was done, Solana had covered most of her fellow Sisters and her entire table with her Divine Seed.
“Okay, that’s step one finished. Now, all we need to do is send these three ladies to their department, while us two go…pay a visit to the sleeping quarters. Within an hour or so, we should own all of them. And then, the fun begins.” Andrea clapped her hands, and the three naked futanari nuns began cleaning up evidence of their group prayer.
“I haven’t even told you about the other set of suits I brought to play with. Not angels but…”
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