Corrupting the Order of the Pure Light
Allnight9
Summary:
The Order of the Pure Light, founded 90 years ago, is a sect that is dedicated to the worship of a deity known as the Divine Mother, a figure of purity and nurturing.
The training ground of the sect is nestled deep in the heart of a remote valley, where the woman can live a life away from the distractions and corruptions of the outside world till the age of 30 before they will be transitioned to a different more established convent.
Yet none of them realized, that a traitor was among their midst, planning to corrupt them all to the point they would worship her "holy rod" as much as they did the Divine Mother.
Notes:
This story will be handled akin to the stripes-goth story. I will try to upload it regulary, daily, if not weekly. It won't be a very long story.
you can post some ideas for continuations in the comment section. Also kinks, acts, scenes, or whatever you think fits.
(See the end of the work for more notes.)
Chapter 1
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The sun hung low in the sky, bathing the secluded garden of the Order of the Pure Light in a warm, golden light, casting long shadows from the tall hedges and vibrant flowers. The garden, home to singing birds, was a sacred place for reflection and meditation that was used by those sisters who preferred and valued the nature and its blessings.
The sect, nestled deep in the heart of a remote valley, was a haven for those women seeking a life of piety and devotion. The sect was more of the newer kind, founded 90 years ago, it was dedicated to the worship of a deity known as the Divine Mother, a figure of purity and nurturing.
The secluded valley, where only a dozen sisters resided, served as a training ground for young women up to the age of 30. It was a place where they could deepen their faith, hone their spiritual practices, and live away from the distractions and corruptions of the outside world. It was a crucial phase in their lives, where they were taught the sacred rituals, hymns, and the ways of pure devotion. Those that held onto their believes till the each of 30, would transition to a different location, a more established convent, where most other sisters resided and where they could continue their lifelong dedication to the Divine Mother. This separation ensured that the younger sisters could learn and grow without undue influence, maintaining the sanctity of their training ground.
Sister Valeria walked through the serene garden of the sect, holding a watering can to tend to the garden. She loved the tranquility here. The vibrant colorful flowers and the singing birds created a serene atmosphere in which she liked to residue every afternoon. She wasn't the newest, but the youngest sister in the sect, having joined 2 years ago with the age of 18 after having lived a life full of sin. She traveled here from Spain, and her Latina heritage endowed her with striking features: olive-toned skin, high cheekbones, full lips, and large expressive brown eyes that held a mixture of innocence and quiet strength. Her face was framed by dark hair, usually hidden beneath her habit with a few rebellious strands always slipping free.
A striking feature of her appearance was the tattoo on her left hand, the inked roses that reached all the way up to her shoulder mostly hidden under her habit. She was a rebel in her past, a young woman with father-complexes who was solely raised by her mother. She hated him, and as a result all men, which made it easy for the nuns to convince her of their believes. To this day, she kept the tattoo as a reminder of her past sins that made sure she stayed strong and faithful.
Her attire, which every nun wore, was a simple yet elegant one-piece habit, meant to symbolize their commitment to purity and modesty. The habits were made of a lightweight, flowing fabric that clung to their bodies, outlining their feminine curves in a way that the sisters, in their naivety, didn't notice. The gentle sway of their hips, the subtle bounce of their big breasts, and the firm roundness of their buttocks were all accentuated by those formfitting garments, though none of the sisters seemed aware of the seductive effect. Not that it mattered, since men were forbidden in the sect. The shape of their full and firm breasts was visible through the fabric. Most nun's habit, especially Sister Claire's, hung loose around their narrow waist, but the lower it flowed, the more the fabric strained against the figure, hugging the wide flaring hips, and showing clear outlines of round, firm buttocks.
Sister Valeria hummed a hymn softly to herself, bending down to water her favorite roses, her upper body tilting in a perfect line, her habit slightly hiking up, showing those slender ankles, which contrasted starkly with the thick heart-shaped posterior sticking out. She watered the roses, gently swiping strands of loose hair aside before something caught her eye. It was shimmering in the light of the settling sun, glistening in a pearly white against the lively green bush. At first, she thought of it as a spider-web, but when she approached it, her brow furrowed in curiosity. It was too messy for that.
The leaves and branches were coated in a strange, viscous substance, all messy and splattered around in rich quantities. She reached out, but her hand stopped only an inch before contact; what if it was toxic? Just when she was about to pull back, a smell drafted to her direction, her pin-point nose involuntarily sniffing. The curiosity got the better of her, so she touched it, the substance sticking to her fingertips as she brought them to her nose, sniffing delicately only to be hit by an overwhelming scent. It was musky and heady, and her eyes widened in confusion as she felt it immediately seeping into her senses. She pulled her finger away from her nose, but the damage was already done. Her brows knitted together as a strange, alien warmth began to spread through her body. Her heart began to race and a blush spread across her cheeks, while she was struggling to make sense of those sensations. Her usually clear mind became slightly hazy, and then she felt a strange throbbing between her legs. She tried to shake it off, thinking maybe she was just tired. She propped herself up quickly, her breaths coming faster:
"I need to… I need to pray." She whispered to herself; her voice trembled as she hurried out of the garden. She fell to her knees in the chapel, praying fervently for clarity, all the while the musky scent lingered in her nostrils, feeling an unfamiliar wetness between her thighs.
Later that night, Valeria decided to not make much of a fuss around the incident, telling herself that it must have been a natural secretion from the bush, not realizing that that decision would doom the entire sect.
Sister Juri, the newest addition of the Sect has joined 4 months ago, arrived just like most other nuns to seek redemption. She made an expression in no time, ingratiating herself with the other nuns, her piety and devotion convincing them that she was a true believer. Just like the other sisters, she was the epitome of piety and humility.
She rose early in the morning, joining the other nuns for prayers, holding a serene warm smile on her lips, her voice soft and melodic, would blend harmoniously with the chorus of prayers. She would always volunteer for Gardening duties, always checking and watering the plants alongside the more gentle, silent Sister Isabella. It was a routine for many weeks now, both chuckling softly to each other as they raised their hands at the same time whenever the head-nun asked who would volunteer. This way, they have built up a deep friendship, going beyond the other nuns.
Juri was always vibrant and lively, holding a certain charisma that was well appreciated by the younger sisters who listened attentively to Juri whenever she cared for them with gentle touches and kind words. She was always attentive, listening to their worries, offering comfort and guidance. She would spend hours in quite reflection, joining others in their mediative practices, participating in every ritual, every act of worship.
Today Juri blends in perfectly with the other nuns, her past life of combat and crimes long forgotten, and she hopes dearly that all her sins will be forgotten as she thrives to repent every day in her life from now on.
Before lunch, Juri would take some time for herself. She visited the garden, inhaling deeply the scent of blooming flowers, the fresh air filling her lungs. She closed her eyes softly and faced the sky, her hands folded together in a serene posture. The sunlight bathed her face, and she stood like a statue, appearing to be in a silent prayer, a gentle smile gracing her lips.
Her plush rosy lips quivered; her warm smile tightened. Her lips parted ever so slightly, revealing a glimpse of teeth, that clamped down on her lower lip, with a force that nearly drew blood. She pondered about the events of today. About the hot fuckable bodies in their ridiculously form-fitting clothes.
"Fuck."
She thought, the word crashing through her consciousness like a hammer, eyes still closed, mind going through all the events today:
She watched how each sister kneeled side to side during prayers, asking for strength while their tits were so huge, that the side-boobs all brushed against each other's, all the while acting like it was no big deal. Her eyes lingered on Sister Miriiam, sporting the biggest tits of them all, savoring how her ample bosom seemed to strain against her habit with every single breath she took.
Yuri could feel her pulse quicken, a familiar ache, like a faint heavy drum, building between her legs. She opened her eyes, the gentle warmth in them replaced with a hungry wickedness. Her eyes darted around the garden, to each place Isabella watered the plants, helping out her imagination to remember each time she bent over and pushed out that fat firm ass, which was even bigger and rounder than that of the Latina's.
Juri grunted, crouching into a squat, her ass swaying in need as if to stifle something. She looked in the sky, eyes hazy. Whenever she closed her eyes, images of these sinfully ripe bodies flooded her mind, making it so fucking hard to contain herself. During the hour-long meditation, while others closed their eyes and tried to find inner peace or some shit, Juri just openly starred at these fucking asses as the soft firm flesh dug deep into their kneeling ankles, training herself mentally to not get an erection in front of so many hot stacked pure cunts.
She was crouching lower, her ass sticking out now, knees closed in to stifle the growing hardness, but it was no use. Pictures flooded her mind; round firm butts, one bigger than the other; huge firm tits, most more than twice the size of her own. Exotic beauties, all kind of faces from different heritages. Her brain was a raging storm, flooded with images of wiggling asses, and when she tried to push them away, images of bouncing tits crossed her mind. It was all visual intel that has been building up for 4 restless months; the habits doing nothing to hide their assets.
She bit down harder, finally drawing blood, "I can't!!" she cried out into the sky, her eye-lids softening, irises dilating, a disgustingly perverse blush crossed her cheeks. Her facial muscles felt stiff and tense due to putting on this stupid gentle, warm smile the entire day, and it felt so good to just let her lips puff out, and let it all out:
"PUHAHAHHAH" She was surrounded by hot fuckable bodies. No men, no law. No one; not even their imaginary divine mother could help them. Juri held her knees, fingers digging deep, until she just couldn't hold it anymore.
"I just can't!!!" she surrendered to her own need, her hands on her knees digging into the fabric instead of her own flesh, and pulling the habit up her thighs, getting the fabric all knitted and loose around her loins, so that she could reach for it, 2 hands needed to hold its girth, before she lifted the massive appendage. Even through the layer of her cloth, it was unmistakable that Juri-Han sported a giant cock of bitch-breaking proportions. She was shaking, her ass still twitching involuntarily, her eyes heavy with lust, panting into the sky, while stroking what must have been easily 15 inches of dick, if not more.
"I can't stay serious" she moaned, rubbing her dick out without holding back, jerking her gigantic girlcock like a sex crazed maniac, the friction against the habit sending jolts of pleasure through her. She knew she looked retarded right now, nothing like the sultry evil chick she usually was, and more akin to a perverted virgin that would never get pussy. But that was the fucking issue here. Juri ALWAYS got pussy. Before she went here all she did was fight and fuck. She fucked to celebrate a victory. And she fucked in anger to forget a defeat. But now it's been 4 blue balling months without sex, and only a sex-crazed girl like Juri could understand what that felt like.
Juri's face grimaced into a silly perverted smile, teeth digging deep into her lips:
"I am gonna fuck them all." She growled, grunting hard, rubbing it out harder. She felt it throbbing in her hand, through the fabric. All the composure she tried to hold up broke free, stroking herself to images of her fucking the nuns.
She wanted to fuck the most composed, most faithful Sister Claire so fucking senseless, that she would worship her dick just as much as the divine mother.
She wanted to pound the young Latina into an absolutely mess, making the hot chick question how the hell she could let her genes go to waste like that.
She wanted to take advantage of Sister Isabella when she so often tended to her the plants, hiking her attire up when she was bent down to water them, and cram her pussy full with so much damn girlcock, before watching the biggest ass in the sect clap and smack against her loins as she pounded her senseless.
"NGHH-- I CAN'T!" Juri grunted loudly, a particular thought, a dream, crossing her mind, to the point she nearly busted. She stopped stroking it, holding onto her dick with crushing intensity, to stifle its urge to blow. But that monster was throbbing, and the images of the head-nun crossed her mind. She pictured that red-head bitch held up in her strong slender arms, while Juri stood in the middle of the altar, lifting and dropping that ass deep into her cock; all the other nuns watching as she fucked the nun with the biggest authority, who was just one year away from being transitioned to the more established Covent, into an absolutely stupor and corrupt her pure, holy womb with an abundance of little evil swimmers.
Juri froze in place, still choking out her erection, as she fought a mental battle. She knew she just had to stop thinking about it but she couldn't. She pictured all those nuns watching up to Juri who was ruining their head nun and making a mess of the altar, all the while thinking she was the messiah and this was her and their duties.
It just cracked, and without her consent, her hands began to stroke that rod with fervor. Yuri's face held a frozen expression of unfiltered bliss, lips puffed out in silent grunts and moans, while her hips spasmed uncontrollably.
"ough- fuck-" she grunted, eyes hazy as she looked around, and hurried to a nearby bush. She jerked the throbbing length, her hips buckling, her breath hitching in a silent "OUH" before the log of dick unloaded. Her hands moved up the length close to the tip, before she held it and pulled the habit back, making it strain around her dickhead like a second skin. She watched how seed sprayed out through the tiny little seams of the fabric, pumping out in thick long strings, more than a dozen blasts of fertile cum shot across leaves and branches, lazily dripping down, while Juri was still cumming. She grunted hard, a shiver running down her spine as the post-nut bliss enveloped her senses. She was still looking at the sky, her giant habit-clad dick looming out of her fit, athletic body like a giant club as she stroked it firmly, and slowly, her hips shaking as she squeezed all the seed out of her long cum-pipe, the damp white cloth forming one last thick orb of cum that slowly dangled down as she squeezed all the cum out.
With a sigh she lowered her head and starred at the mess, "fuck" was the only thing she could say, before she dropped that massive rod. The giant monolith swung, a loud meaty thud echoing through the garden as it clashed against her thighs, and in a single second the habit hung loose around her ankles again, hiding this monstrous vein-riddled monolith, and making Juri appear as a normal woman again, who now tended back to her duties, leaving only 2 evidences behind: the mess on the bush, and a large damp spot on her habit right a few inches below her knees.
It was as if she had pressed a reset button for her lust, but as the day continued, the constant interaction with these hot stacked nuns didn't keep her dick satisfied for long. When the night settled in, and it was ready for all the nuns to go to their bed, Juri sneaked into the kitchen, a dark, wicked smile lingering on her lips as she walked down the corridor towards her room with a large empty carafe in her hands.
Chapter 2: Milk for breakfast & time to get things started
Summary:
Juri has preapred a little surprise for the sisters for breakfast.
4 months without sex got her blue-balled and eager. Can she wait, or is she ready to take things further?
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
It was the next morning, and Juri had breakfast-duty. She headed down to the kitchen earlier, only to find Sister Claire already present. The French nun of 24 years was known for her composed and serene personality. She was deeply faithful, more than anyone else, the kind of innocent soul that if asked which of the sisters she liked the most, would naively, and innocently reply: The divine mother of course. Juri rarely got to look her in the eyes, because the calm nun preferred to stay for herself, use most of her time to pray and worship the Divine mother. And today, it would come in handy.
"good morning, sister Claire." Juri would say, her voice warm and soft.
"good morning, sister Juri." The French woman would reply, the words rolling out in a soft, lifting tone, the R rolling out with her accent. She didn't pay Juri much heat, instead continuing to slice the fresh fruits for the breakfast, allowing Juri to easily sneak by and hide the carafe in a low drawer.
Yui did the easiest tasks, beginning to crack some eggs in a pan, preparing the table, cutlery and plates, taking her time to make sure that Claire would be done with her tasks earlier.
"Sister?" Juri finally addressed her, and Claire looked over to her.
"Yes?" Juri froze for a moment, as those piercing blue eyes framed by long lashes looked at her, her face a mask of soft beauty, her skin fair, almost porcelain-like with a natural blush, and lips slightly upturned with a tiny cute little nose. Though Juri preferred some meat to hold onto when she was fucking her women, she couldn't deny how well she looked with those modest curves, and her slender, elegant figure. She was a cute, innocent porcelain snowflake, and Juri only struggled to get words out, because she couldn't quite fathom how this soft serene body was able to handle what she had to offer.
"We don't happen to have some eggs left in the farm, do we?"
Sister Claire, swiped a strand of her silky, ash blonde hair from her face, tilting her head in confusion, too innocent to realize just how badly Juri's eyes undressed her and manhandled that soft slender body like a wild beast: "Don't we have enough in the fridge?"
"I have used all up already. But I am really hungry, today. I would go myself, but I don't want to burn the eggs. But it's okay if you're too busy right now." Juri kicked it off, focusing on the eggs, instead, smiling internally.
Sister Claire held a palm over her mouth, hiding her soft chuckle: "How many would you like?"
"four would be perfect." Juri replied with a close-eyed smile, starring at Claire, waiting for her to leave. Only when the door clicked shut did that smile disappear into a wicked gleam. She wasted no time, taking the carafe from under the table, and another empty one from another drawer. Her grin darkened as she starred upon the thick white liquid contained within, easily a liter or so, and all it took was one single load. She poured that thick white liquid down into the other carafe till both were half-way full. Then quickly reached for a carafe of milk in the fridge, pouring the contents into the other half-filled ones, before giving it a nice swirl.
She quickly got eggs off the stove before hurrying to the dining-room and pouring each glass full with her special milk, licking her lips like a little devil, before she hurried back to the kitchen, having a good 2 minutes left, before Claire got back with the eggs, just to tell her that she's not that hungry anymore.
The nuns gathered for breakfast, all taking their seat in the dining hall, holding their hands in a short prayer before Juri watched closely as the nuns began to eat and drink. Her heart raced with anticipation, her eyes flicking to each nun waiting for them to reach for their glasses of "milk". Sister Claire, the modest and slender French woman always took a sip before taking any bite, her innocent serene face lighting up with surprise at the taste. She held a palm against her neck, clearing her throat as she struggled to get the unusually rich and creamy milk down. She glanced around the table, a slight blush creeping up her cheeks, but she was more of the shy kind and didn't address it, instead setting it back on the table and tending to her meal.
Isabella was next, sitting right next to Juri. She was less composed, and more open, and when she lifted the glass to her lips, taking a proper mouthful, she immediately regrated it. Juri didn't want to stare too obviously, so she reached for a piece of bread next to Isabella, taking the chance to gauge her reaction for solely a few seconds, and the face was eliciting a throb from her dick.
Isabella's brows were furrowed, eyes squinting down to the glass in her hand, as she swallowed down like she always would, only to feel it sticking to her throat. She barely managed to suppress a choke, her cheeks slightly bloating as she was forced to keep most of the creamy liquid inside her mouth. Juri watched Isabella's jaw tense, her furrowing brows twitching as she was forced to keep and swirl the liquid around in her mouth, her face tensing up in effort as she felt it sticking to her teeth, tongue and cheeks, before she swallowed again,
"Mnghh-" she groaned, picking up the attention of most nuns as she swallowed repeatedly until it all got down. Juri took the moment to stare, too, but her eyes shortly flicking down, gleaming with hunger as those globes of Isabella's ass threatened to spill over the sides of her seat, those flaring buttocks creating a sinful transition from her narrow curves to her wide child-bearing hips.
"I think the milk might have gone bad." Juri glared up at Isabella, who still starred down into the glass.
Before anyone could say anything, the head nun raised a brow in question, not even thinking twice to take the glass and drink from it. Everyone watched, Juri especially, looking ever so innocent and composed, but her eyes were gleaming. She watched as the head nun took a sip, less than Isabella, more than Claire, and gulped down. It was loud, and though she surely did taste that something was definitely off, she played it off, only Juri seeing that short flicker of surprise in her eyes, before she placed the glass back down.
As the oldest with 29 years, the head nun held a certain authority, which Juri found ironic. She took in the sister's curly red-hair, the freckles adorning her upper cheeks, and the soft pouty lips. Juri wasn't very sure about her heritage, something like half-British, half-French, but hell, she was sure about one thing. Despite the Authority she held, in Juri's eyes she looked more akin to a submissive bottom-bitch than half the other nuns in the sect.
"If its richer, its healthier." She told everyone, "People in other countries starve and can only dream of drinking what we can. The Divine Mother wouldn't want us to waste it." She declared, taking another sip to make her point clear. As if to show their respect, every sister around the table, including Juri took a glass in the hand and drunk.
She watched some brows furrow, some nuns cough softly, a few eyes flutter at the taste. Around the table only 2 people reacted uniquely.
Sister Valeria's eyes widened as her tastebuds registered the substance, her cheeks turning red, as she remembered. She gulped down, putting the glass away instantly.
Juri took a solid zip. And unlike feeling disgusted by the creaminess, she savored it, gulping it down with one deep gulp, as if affirming just how damn potent she was. She smiled behind the glass, looking at each nun and imagining their reaction to tasting the real, undiluted state of her semen.
Everyone put their glass down, everyone tended to their meals. Only Juri knew that it was just the beginning. Her mind raced with delight as it started to take effect on some. She watched faint hints of confusion and a strange sensation -arousal- beginning to take hold in them, their pure minds unable to comprehend the primal sensations stirring within them.
The room began to grow quite. Conversations gradually died down as the nuns shifted in their seats, some glancing around with confused expressions, others held their gaze firmly on their plates as if embarrassed.
Juri's internal smirk widened as she saw more faces blush. Seats shifted, their bodies betraying their faithful minds as the potent mixture took effect. Isabella grinding her bountiful ass against the seat, hers shifting the most. Claire crossed her slender porcelain legs tightly, gripping the tablecloth and closing her eyes in a short silent prayer, seeking help in this alien moment. The poor girl was uttering soft suppressed moans. She rubbed her thighs together, feeling a warmth spreading out from her loins. When her long lashes fluttered open again, her usual piercing blue eyes were glazed with a mix of confusion and something else as if her petite slender body seemed to suffer the most under the effects. But that wasn't the case.
While most sisters still had half their glasses filled, the head nun had hers emptied out already, as if to prove a point. The woman looked perfectly serene and firm, but hell things were going bad below the table. Her toes tensed and curled, her legs stiff as a broad as she did her utmost best to maintain her composure while a strange heat pooled in her lower abdomen. She tried to maintain control, but eventually even she couldn't hold her bodily responses down forever. Her usually stern face softened, a blush spreading across her cheeks as even she began to shift in her seat, the pooling heat surging through her.
By the time everyone finished their breakfast, and their glasses, they were all wet. Their panties were damp, while Juri's dick was hard. But none would admit it. A few of the younger ones were too pure and innocent to know what that heat was, and stayed silent because they were afraid of what it was.
A few of the older knows knew exactly what is was, but refused to accept it, because that would go exactly against what they were worshiping.
Cleaning the table was the yet hardest task for them all, the nuns standing up with hands on the table or chair for support, walking stiff as a broad as if to not get suspicious.
Juri smiled the entire day. During prayers, gardening duty, and meditation, the nuns have lost their usual serenity, shifting occasionally as the seed of corruption was growing in them. And in one faster than in others. In the entire 4 months she has been here, Juri has never seen Claire skip prayers, but the young woman was nowhere to be seen.
As the night falls all sisters made their way back to their rooms. The wooden door closed behind Juri with a creak as stepped towards the wooden table, a single candle flickering on it, casting a soft glow that barely reached the shadows in the corners of the room. She pulled the stool aside to stand and look at herself through the mirror on the wall, the silence that soon followed was almost eerie in its quality as Juri just watched, frozen like a statue for a long moment, before she began to undress. There was no rush. Her fingers unfasted the buttons of her habit with ease, letting it drop to the floor, and with not one single piece of underwear underneath, her body was revealed in all its glory.
Juri stood naked, her breasts firm and perky, adorned with piercings stood taut against her chest, her waist slim, transitioning to narrow hips with a firm rounded ass and topping it all off with well-defined, ripped, flat abs that accentuated her lean, athletic physique. She was every bit as stunning as the other nuns, but while they were built soft and voluptuous, Juri's body, honed through countless fucks and fights, was lean and toned, designed for agility and power. With perfect control over her core-muscles, and powerful thighs as pillars, she could move and swing those hips in ways, that would leave any woman a quivering ecstatic mess.
Her hands moved to her waist, sliding down to brush over the taut muscles of her abdomen, feeling up how the 4 months in the sect has softened them just a bit, but they were still tight and fit, and she had an idea why.
Though the reflection of the mirror ended at her belt-line, Juri could feel it. She always felt it. It was a constant presence, not just because of its restless demands. Alone the weight made sure Juri felt it physically at all times, a massive cock, big and long enough that it felt alien to her very own body, a constant sensation of an outer force, far too long to be contained, pulling at her loins. Every muscle and joint from her hips up to her waist has been working out daily for all her life; everything stiff and tight to hold onto this stiff monster, that seemed too heavy to even sway when Juri took a step back, the mirror now covering her body mid-way to her thighs, revealing a large portion of her dick, whose girth dwarfed Juri's arm by a significant margin.
It jutted out from her loins like a giant trunk, a veritable pillar of flesh that seemed almost unreal in its size and solidity. The circumference bordered on ridiculous – thick enough that even Juri's strong hands always struggled to wrap around it, so used the absurd width, that she can't even remember the last time she jerked that dick off with one hand alone. The girth created a landscape that allowed countless veins of different sizes to wrap all around the shaft, accentuating its sheer volume that was akin toa large wine bottle, promising a stretch that would surely test the limits of the female anatomy, but the other aspect of her dick wouldn't just test, but breach the limits of any human female on the planet.
Juri, casually, took another 2 steps back, her dick, now showing tiny hints of movements, as it swayed heavily, her entire body now visible in the mirror, revealing her cock in all its glory. It hung so, very low, and Juri, now smiling at her reflection, could only imagine the nuns feeling a twitch and slight tingle in their abdomens just by the mere sight of it, knowing well that this beast of a cock, with its 17 inches, would act as a veritable womb-breaker, cause that's what it always did. The tip, big, flaring and the size of a clenched fist treated the sensitive cervixes as nothing more than obstacles that would give in if Juri just pummeled into them hard enough, and she did, always.
Starting from her loins, the vein-riddled length extended well past Juri's long powerful thighs, looking almost casual and normal as it hung right below her knees, and whenever she stood in front of woman like this, it was always satisfying to see them gawk at the realization that a dick with the length of an entire human thigh would soon penetrate, and most likely destroy, their depths.
This giant abomination was framed by Juri's trade-mark assets in combat: thick, powerful thunder-thighs, so well-defined they almost looked like they belonged to a female body-builder but with just enough feminine grace to them that they remained appealing, rather than repellent.
The very thighs that have trapped more than a thousand opponents in a leg-lock, now sat on the second row as the giant log took center stage, demanding attention as it hung low and menacingly.
She took her package in with pride, brushing her palm over the base just to see how gigantic it was, Veins covered the dick all the way down to the tip below her knees like a mace. However the longer she stared and admired, the more that confidence gave way to need. She grabbed her rod, feeling the gentle pulse dwelling within, always ready to grow, to penetrate, to ruin. Her hands slipped behind, her fingers stretching out wide to cradle not the sack, but one single ball alone - into half of it given it was the size of a cantaloupe, no gentleness in her grasp as she firmly, boldly grabbed that nut and felt up the heat inside, feeling veins crawling underneath the skin, as she lifted it and then lowered it to hear a faint rumbling sloshing of thick, creamy liquid.
She pondered about her past, before she got here. Never did she allow her balls to get so pent-up. But now it was a normalcy. Her face tensed, her fingers choking out her nut, inflicting pain on her very self.
"Fuck" she thought, she had it all planned out countless times in her head already. She had gained enough trust. A part of her wanted to wait for a good moment, but the other just desired to rut. Her hand went back to her dick again, leisurely stroking the length, not even bothering to lift it up in her grasp.
The silence, Juri's thought-full gaze, in combination with her casually stroking her dick was cold, terrifying. She had lived, eaten and prayed 4 full months with these women, and there was not a single flicker of guilt, or second thought in her detached expression as she pondered how, and who she would corrupt first. She thought of Isabella with her incredible ass, Claire with her French features and her soft, compassionate nature, and the Latina with her luscious body. She had built connections with every nun, learned about their pasts, their sins, and all she could think about was whose virginity she would take first.
It was cruel, her hand moving along the base of her massive cock, stroking it deliberately, almost meditatively as Valeria sprung to her mind. The girl's room was just next door. She could just step out, knock, show her that 17 inches long rod and well, feel the pleasures of a cunt around her dick again after 4 months. Valeria was surely the most skeptical as the youngest here, but then again, after getting her to drink her cum this morning, she would surely be more prone to…
Her thoughts came to a sudden halt. It was like puzzle-pieces came together one after another, creating a bright path in Juri's mind that would unlock the door to one Sister's virginity. Given that everyone drunk one glass, it was only plausible that the petite, slender porcelain body of Claire was effected the most.
She hasn't been to prayers, and Juri recalled again, that she had never missed the prayers. It didn't seem unlikely that Claire would put a self-imposed rule upon herself that she would visit the chapel every day of her life.
Maybe she was too nervous and affected to do so while the other nuns were present…
And maybe she was gonna visit it when she was sure no one else would be there…
And Maybe that time was right now, where everyone else was supposed to sleep…
The maybes made it all unlikely, but then Juri thought about the composed French-woman, her faith, her warm serene expression, and her dick throbbed, as if also very sure that she would be there now, praying, all alone, vulnerable.
Juri bit her lip, starring at the clock. She was gonna wait another hour, just to make sure everyone's asleep. But hell she would do it. She just stood there like a rock, her firm feet and strong thighs holding her body in place while she brushed her palm over her dick, her eyes switching between her dick on the mirror and the clock, and when it hit 11, she smiled wickedly, eyes gleaming, tongue dragging over her lips as she put her habit on and headed to the chapel.
Notes:
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Chapter 3
Summary:
Juri is heading down to the chapel. Will she find Sister Claire as expected?
And will Sister Claire's faith protect her from Juri's corruption?
Or will her very dedication to the Divine Mother make it easier for Juri to twist her beliefs?
Chapter Text
Moonlight shined through the large wide-open gate into the chapel, the blue light casting a large shadow of Juri who stood at its entrance, which was in contrast with the warm yellow light of the candles at the altar, casting a shadow over a solidarity nun that was kneeling and held her hands clasped together, the thick silence of the night broken only by the soft murmurs of her prayers.
Unbeknownst to the nun, Juri Han approached from behind, her sandals left by the entrance, her bare footsteps silent as a preadtor. She carefully undid the buttons of her habit and let it fall on the floor as she walked, the fabric so soft and silky it made close to no single noise. Juri stepped out of it, her massive dick, too heavy to sway, didn't make a noise until she stood right behind the kneeling sister.
A malicious smile played on her lips, her eyes glinting as she made out the murmured prayers, the accent especially, that confirmed who was kneeling in front of her.
Sister Claire who's been praying here for nearly an hour in solace, felt a sudden, heavy weight on her head, and since all the sisters were strictly forbidden to interrupt a prayer, she was obviously startled, her eyes snapping open, her pray abruptly cut off, only to see that whatever was resting on the top of her head, was looming far beyond it. She gasped at the alien object, its flesh so dense it hardly curved down in front of her forehead, the tip like a good 5 inches from her face loomed around the level of her nose.
Juri could feel the sister trembling through her dick, probably confused and fearful alike, but before the startled sister would get a panic attack, Juri placed a hand on her shoulder
"Relax sister Claire."
Claire breathed sharpy, relief overcoming her, but the confusion lingered.
"Sister Juri… what- what are you- what is this object?" she stammered, her eyes staring at the tip with purity and innocence, not knowing that it would hammer against the back of her womb soon.
Juri, her voice dripping with feigned sincerity, replied: "I had a revelation, sister Claire. The divine mother spoke to me through my dreams, telling me that I was chosen as the divine sister, something like a messiah. She told me I had one job, of the greatest importance, but before I could hear her out, I woke up. And when I did, I suddenly found this," She took a step back, letting the giant dick drag off Claire's head, so that the sister could gently turn around, "between my legs. This is a sign… I know what I need to do."
Claire's eyes widened, her mind struggling to comprehend the situation, let alone the sheer mass of that thing that hung below Juri's knees. "A Sign?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
"Yes, a sign," Juri continued, her tone unwavering, honest, genuine, "Before the connection broke apart, I heard faint echoes of the divine mother, telling me she had blessed me with the holy rod and that it is my duty to fill the fertile soils which you sisters kept save up till now with life. It is my divine mission, given to me by the divine mother herself."
Claire's hands trembled as she clung to her necklace, seeking guidance, she was torn from the things she has learned, and Juri's words, which were so ridiculously absurd, that they must have held some truth.
She had lived a life of seclusion, away from the corruption, and now Juri's telling her that she had kept her purity, only so that it could get fertilized by the holy rod?
Claire staired, observing this cock down from base to tip with an critical eye, so muscular, so veined, so gigantic, one thing was sure; it could surely be called holy.
"Maybe- Maybe we should speak to the Mother superior about--"
"NO!" Juri's voice was sharp, cutting, and desperate. She softened her tone, her head lowering down, eyes looking onto Claire's with feigned helplessness. "We can't… The mother superior… no one can know about this yet. You have to understand this is a sacred revelation, Claire. The Divine Mother entrusted this to me, and I am sharing it with you only because of your unyielding faith."
Juri acted all sad and worried, her words slithering through Claire and corrupting the faithful, naïve nun. The French woman swallowed hard, her mind racing. The compliment of being the most devout making it all seem so much more reasonable all of a sudden. Could it really be that she was chosen to be a part of this divine plan?
Juri bit her lip internally as she stepped closer, realizing now how to play that game. Her hand gently caressed Claire's cheek, lifting her chin to meet her eyes: "Was this a mistake? Do you doubt the will of the Divine Mother, Claire?"
"No… no, of course not," she stammered, her resolve crumbling, "but- but we pledged so stay pure… This-" her eyes glimpsed down to the rod shortly, "This…" She couldn't find words.
"Maybe you are right…" Silence lingered between two, intentionally by Juri, before her eyes light up and she feigned a loud gasp: "I remember now!" Claire looked up at her, confused, yet attentive, "she told me that you would know. That she, the Divine mother, gave all the nuns a sign today, as if to prepare you for the revelation. Was there something off today? Did you notice anything different?"
Claire lowered her head in embarrassment, thighs closing in tight: "yes…" she murmured.
"Something that would make the prospect of fertilizing your soil reasonable?"
"yes…" she murmured again, the realization slowly kicking in.
"Then I have no doubt, Sister. This is her will. To worship the holy rod is to show the ultimate faith. To doubt it, is to doubt the Divine mother's will. She wants to see how far we could go for her; if we're able to break her very own rules, if that's what she asks from us."
The poor woman was torn: "I-… I don't know."
"Sister." Juri's voice was like a velvet caress, lifting her head again to meet her eyes, "You are the most faithful among us. You have the strongest belief. Show me. Show yourself, and most importantly, show the Divine Mother the depth of your devotion. Worship this holy rod, as you worship her."
Claire trembled, her hands shook as she reached out, hesitant, yet compelled by the weight of her beliefs.
Juri gasped as her slender pale hand gently grasped her rod, approaching it like a deity, but hell, this was the first foreign hand in 4 months. Claire gasped not a second later, when the behemoth throbbed violently at her touch. She looked up at Juri immediately, her hand inches away from her rod, but Juri just grasped her wrist and guided it down, to hold it.
"Do you use only 1 hand to pray?" Claire glanced up, before setting another hand on the rod.
"That's it Claire." Juri breathed in a sigh, her hands were so fucking soft, contrasting starkly with this vein-riddled cock, "Do you feel the power of the Divine Mother through this holy rod? She's speaking to you right through it."
Claire starred in innocent awe. She gasped under her breath, nodding slowly. She did indeed feel it… The holy rod was reacting to her touch, she could feel it beating... maybe that was the heart-beat of the divine mother? Her hand brushed over the giant dick, not applying any pressure at all, making it feel like a soft feather tingling, teasing the throbbing monster. Juri kept her eyes on those hands, those small, white, porcelain digits as they softly grazed the thick veins. She breathed sharply, barely suppressing a bite on her lip as the hands caressed her giant dick, so petite, so fragile, she would absolutely break that woman.
"You must worship it, Claire." Juri whispered, her voice demanding, "Show your faith. The Divine Mother sent you this holy rod. Are your hands the only way you can show your respect?"
Claire stared up, then leaned in, her head tilting to brush her lips against the flank at the middle, kissing it tentatively, her faith driving her actions. The taste was foreign, musky, sending a jolt through her body. Claire pulled back slightly, eyes wide with uncertainty. But Juri's hand was on her head, fingers tangling in her hair, guiding her back.
"Worship it." Her voice was low, a command.
"Claire kissed again, longer, firmer.
"Yes." Juri tensed, her hand tangling in Claire's hair, just to pull her into her dick, making the woman squint her eyes shut as her entire face was pressed against the flank, the sensation sending a strange thrill down Claire's spine, "lick the sacred artifact. I allow it."
Claire's lips parted, her tiny pink tongue dragging over her dick, still hesitant, still doubting, so Juri pulled her head back:
"It's hard, isn't it?" she asked softly, but not so gently pulled on Claire's hair to force eye-contact, "to do all this, after all we've vowed. I know how you feel. The responsibility I carry… it weighs heavy upon my shoulders. I know I haven't been here as long as you have. But… giving up my place among the people I have learned to love and care for in those last 4 months, it's just…" Juri lowered her head, "You can all stay together, while only I have to stand above you, guide you through the Divine mother's prophecies. Having all my dear sisters kneel below me, getting them to worship this holy rod… *SIGH*…"
Sister Claire looked up at Juri with guilt, she could even feel the dick pulsing hard with Juri's sorrow… She was so sceptic kissing and worshiping this holy rod, doubting all of this, that she didn't even think about the burden Juri had to carry, what it must have felt like for the nun to wake up with this colossal beast between her legs and a mission to fertilize all the virgin sisters of this sect…
She leaned in herself, closing her eyes and giving this dick a soft, lingering kiss: "It will be hard to convince our sisters of your duty Sister Juri, but I am sure, they will all eventually understand." She leaned in, giving it another velvety kiss, "even with your new duties as the divine sister, I am sure we can all remain friends, and live a peaceful life together."
Juri's eyes softened, her hand on Claire's hair relenting to pet her head.
"Hell no." she thought.
"I hope so." She replied, savoring Claire's tentative kisses and licks. That's what it took to twist her mind. Calire's hands came up to timidly hold the girthy shaft, her fingers barely able to encircle the massive girth, while her mouth tended to the wide, long surface like a lost lover, her soft, and heavy-lidded eyes, finally worshiped it with a clear unbothered mind, treating that massive bitch-breaking dick, that has broken countless wombs, and fertilized countless women, like a deity, embracing everything it could give, from the tautness of the flesh, to the pheromones corrupting the air around her.
"Would you like me to get you closer to the seed that the holy mother has blessed me with?"
Claire's eyes glanced up, holding eye-contact with Juri while giving that dick a soft lingering kiss. It was hot, her porcelain face framed by her platinum blonde-hair, those deep piercing blue eyes glaring up with utter devotion, and those small, yet plush pink lips kissing this monstrous pussy-breaking dick like it was a deity: "I would love to" she replied gently, before Juri firmly entangled fingers in her hair again. She lifted her giant dick, pulling it over Claire's head and the moment it obscured the vision to her face, she smiled, Like, very disgustingly. Lips parted, fangs revealed, tongue out, Juri just smiled as she guided that head under her shaft and right towards the 2 heavy orbs that were filled up to the brim with her potent dick-milk, knowing that this bitch isn't gonna survive this.
She pressed Claire's head into the valley of them, but did not stop. She pushed her deeper, making sure she couldn't smell anything else, before she dropped her rod, laying it on her head with the tip looming down below her shoulder:
"Don't kiss it."
"Don't lick it."
"Smell." Juri commanded.
"Smell the gift of the divine mother, Claire."
Claire shuddered as she was engulfed in the darkness. The fear of the unknown was overshadowed by the promise of the divine mother's blessing. Her nostrils flared and she sniffed up right against the leathery skin, sucking the toxin of corruption right into her pure virgin mind. Her eyes, though closed, fluttered in their sockets, her senses engulfed by a powerful smell that was potent mix of musk and raw, animalistic pheromones. Her pure brain was helpless against it, as the aroma just bypassed her rational mind and struck directly at her most base instincts.
It was rich, earthy, and though she had never smelled it before, a thick cloud of masculinity filled up her skull, giving Claire, for the very first time in her life, an idea what it was like to be a woman. It was so different to anything she had ever smelt before, and it was overpowering, the scent sending shockwaves through her body, igniting a fire deep within her abdomen again. it was corrupting her consciousness, making her limbs feel heavy, her skin hot, and there was this overpowering weakness in every cell of her body that pulsed with an overwhelming urge to submit, to worship, and lose herself in the presence of this holy rod.
Juri's balls were swollen with cum, throbbing hard against her face, and the heat radiating from them added a nice intoxicating effect. Juri looked down at her dick, watching how Claire just smelled it silently, tingling her balls with those heavy sniffs of ball-musk, until there was a slight shift. Claire's breath now brushed against her ball, coming in shallow gasps as she drew more of the potent scent into her lungs with every inhalation. Her face moved in those balls, her posterior twitching, her thighs pressing together, and Juri only tensed up on her skull, pushing her even deeper into those nuts, making them shift and part on each side of Claire's head, who only shivered in awe when she heard it. So bountiful and massive, she heard all the seed sloshing inside those balls.
"Smell it. Embrace it. Whatever you are feeling is what the divine mother wants you to feel. All that holy seed you feel, smell, and hear, it's all gonna be inside you soon."
Juri watched attentively, making sure Claire sniffed it all on, letting her twitch and shift on her knees as the heat between her legs intensified. It was agonizing, each second of darkness feeling like an eternity as her body shuddered, twitched and tingled, knowing the next sniff is gonna make it worse. After an entire minute of smelling nothing but ball mask, she was pulled off. Her sweaty face was peeled off those nuts, the large dick was dragged off her head, before Juri casually pulled on her hair, tilting Claire's head back to stare into those eyes. Her head swam, her lungs filled with fresh air that felt almost alien. Those usual faithful blue eyes looked unfocused, glazed over with a mix of bewilderment, and a raw unprocessed lust.
It was an expression of pure confusion, the clarity of thought nowhere to be found. The woman just starred up at Juri with dilated pupils, waiting for guidance, commands, cause in her state, she was unable to make decisions. Her porcelain skin was tainted with flushed cheeks, and she didn't know what it was, and why she was feeling this way. Her upturned lips were parted slightly, as if she wanted to speak, but couldn't find the words. She waited for Juri, who just savored that corrupted expression, her lips curved up boldly, showing a hint of her usual sadistic demeanor, knowing that woman was already hers.
Claire looked like a lone sheep that has lost its way, and all it found for guidance was a wolf.
"You did well…" she spoke, voice firm, and Claire's heart swelled with a twisted sense of pride at the praise. Juri grasped the sister's chin again, tilting it up further, "I think you have deserved my special blessing. Open your mouth."
Claire didn't know why she listened, why she wanted it. She opened wide, her tongue sticking out without being commanded to, only for Juri to bent over, hold her mouth just inches above Claire's, before
SPIT*
"That's the holy love. Savor it, before you swallow."
Claire wasn't surprised, shocked. Juri's words and her musk twisted around her believes to the point the spit in her mouth was nothing more than a blessing to her.
Claire closed her mouth, looking up at Juri, before she swirled the saliva around her mouth. She did so enthusiastically, loudly, as if wanting to show Juri her dedication.
"The blessing required a lot of my spiritual energy. Why don't you thank your mistress, before you swallow?"
Claire starred; eyes still glassy with the musk swimming in her mind. The "why" of all her actions did not seem to matter anymore. She just did it, listened to all Juri wanted, and it felt so fulfilling.
She swirled it around, opened her mouth to show Juri that she did not swallow yet:
"Thank you mistress." She spoke, closing her mouth, to gulp down audibly, watching Juri as she placed her enormous holy rod on Claire's face, the girth of it crossing form her chin far past her hairline. The sister's lips parted in a silent gasp, eyes wide as the enormous rod pulled her down, not just physically as in weight, but like mentally. It was a display of dominance, and she was feeling submissive from it. It was pulsing against her, the heat pushing into her skin, the weight… She only felt sorry for Juri to carry such a burden from now on.
"What is that you want Claire?"
Claire breathed, trembled, so much dickmeat was on her face, so girthy that she couldn't even look past it.
"I want to worship your holy rod."
Juri smiled, contently. Slowly lifting her dick off Claire's face. She grabbed her chin, firmer this time, and pulled her up, forcing her to stand on shaking feet, looking her in the eyes, their faces just inch short of each other.
"You want to show your dedication?"
Claire wanted to nod, but the hand held her chin firm: "yes…" she breathed.
"very well then. I will continue testing your faith in my room. Don't slack behind. The holy rod's impatient."
Claire shuddered, pulling her habit deep down against her crotch, the tingle in her loins restless.
"yes mistress" she whispered, following behind the holy sister, who grabbed her habit from the floor and just slung it over her waist like a jacket, ready to prove her faith, and get her womb utterly ravished by that 17-inch rod.