Published: Apr 11, 2024

My one-hundred and eleventh caption, featuring some very naughty "nuns".

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The year was 1967. This place had popped up in the middle of San Francisco recently, an “offshoot” of the Catholic Church called the “The Tempest Order” that seemed to have become quite popular with the locals of Haight-Ashbury, especially with the hippies. The only thing was, none of them were willing, or even could, talk about what exactly they were doing inside their “church”. It was strange. There were no financial reports, permits, or tax documents that were publicly available for you to track what they did, so, as a reporter for the San Francisco Chronicle, you made your way over, pretending to be another one of the locals. You could already tell this was no “normal” church, appearing more like some kind of club or brothel than anything else. Luckily, the “nuns” outside reluctantly granted you entry, and you quickly snuck away to try and find some more information. Your short excursion didn’t last long, however. The “nuns” had quietly followed you, and when you tried to run they subdued you instead. They seemed unusually strong for women, especially ones that seemed to be of rather normal builds. You shouted that this was all illegal, but they paid you no mind.

They dragged you into some old, wood-paneled office that had another “nun” sitting behind a desk. She wasn’t dressed like a normal nun, though. Her habit was made out of some kind of rubber or latex, and it showed off far more skin than would ever be appropriate for a Catholic nun. She looked disapprovingly at me, her hands folded.

“I am Mother Superior Celestine. You must be that reporter attempting to infiltrate our Order…” She began, standing up and walking over to me. This revealed her lower half was barely covered, with a corset, thigh-highs, and panties that also barely covered anything. Her pale skin seemed impossibly perfect, and her eyes bore into me like daggers. “Those who usually come through our doors are of the less intelligent types, thus easier to control. You, however, are not one of those people.”

“L-Look, I understand that I shouldn’t be here, and I’m sorry for sticking my nose where it shouldn’t be.” I stammered, feeling an odd mixture of arousal and terror as she stared at me with her gray eyes. “If you let me go, I promise to never speak to another soul about this place. You have my word as a reporter, Mother Superior Celestine.”

“Aw… it thinks addressing me by my full name will endear it to me.” She mocked, putting her index finger under my chin and pushing my head up towards her slightly. “The fact of the matter is, you still have no idea what we do here, little mouse. Despite outside appearances, we’re not in the business of selling sex. No, we do much more than that. The Tempest Order collects lust. We feed off greed, excess, and the general vices of humanity, and use it to expand our influence across the whole world.”

“I don’t understand… you ”collect” vices?” I questioned, both curious and a little creeped out by what she was saying. “What is that even supposed to mean, exactly?”

“You’ll find out soon enough, don’t worry.” She smirked as her habit suddenly burned away, revealing a pair of white horns that protruded from her skull. Her eyes went from gray to red, and a pair of shiny, black wings exploded from her back, giving her a somewhat demonic appearance. “While our yield from this little ”Summer of Love” has been quite good so far, we still need to expand our operations. I think you’ll make a good candidate for the job, or at least you will after some… remodeling.”

She placed her hand against my stomach, causing some kind of pinkish glow to fill the room as an intense heat built up inside of me. My breathing became far more shallow as I immediately broke out into a fit of heavy flop sweat. The woman… no, this creature simply giggled as I struggled to move, unable to get out of the chair I was tied to.

“You agreed to a verbal contract when you entered this place, you know…” She joked as I began to shrink somewhat, my whole body decreasing in mass. “In this world, you need all these signatures, authorizations and identifications, but where I come from… you agreeing to our terms in a simple conversation is more than enough.”

She continued to hold her hand against my stomach as I rose slightly in my seat. Unbeknownst to me, my average-sized ass had expanded by several sizes, taking on a perfect heart shape in the process. My hair turned a pure white color, rapidly growing and falling down in front of my eyes. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw my chest expand, tearing apart the buttons on my shirt as it burst open, exposing my two new large breasts. My waist caved in violently seconds later as “Celestine” licked one of my ears, taking some of my sweat with her as I felt the same violent pulling sensation in my crotch. Though I couldn’t see it, I knew my manhood was likely completely gone.

“My my, what a delectable treat you’ve become.” Celestine complimented, grabbing one of my new breasts and giving it a squeeze, causing a sudden jolt of pleasure to be felt deep in my flattened crotch. She trailed her other hand down towards said crotch, teasing my barely-covered pussy through the remains of my pants. I let out a new, girly moan as she did this, feeling my face go completely red. “You might be the prettiest convert we’ve ever had. I must admit, I am quite impressed with you, sweetie.~”

Without another word, the two “nuns” dragged me away, still tied to the chair, out of the office and to another part of the building. They wasted no time ripping off the remains of my clothes, putting me into an outfit similar to theirs before locking me in a small closet. In the complete darkness of that space, I somehow “felt” the presence of Celestine again. It was as if she was inside my mind, tearing down my mental barriers piece-by-piece. There was no way for me to offer up any resistance to this attack.

“You’ll come to love your new life, my sweet. You’re not like my other girls… no, you’re special, like me.” She went on, her words sounding like they were coming from all around me. “All you need to do is relax, and let go of your former life. Dedicate yourself to me in body and soul, and I guarantee you’ll become just as powerful as me.”

While part of you still wanted to fight back, to go back to your old self, that “power” she had mentioned could be felt deep in your gut. It was a primal mixture of lust, greed, and sexuality, clawing and begging to be released on the world around you. Though you fought as hard as you could to block it out, you finally gave into this power, ripping yourself out of your restraints as you finally embraced your new, dark destiny. You hadn’t been punished. You had been chosen to receive a great gift.

The number of men and women you had pleasured that night outweighed all your lesser sisters, and Celestine rewarded you with a night under her own sheets, where you shared pleasures you had once thought impossible. Impressed with your newfound skills, she revealed your new demonic nature with some magic, and gave you an outfit that matched hers. Giving you the new name “Illuminata” and sending you with several of the other girls to set up her newest operation, this time in New York City, you adopted a new, icy cold demeanor to hide your new nature, retaining your old smoking habit as you prepared to expand The Tempest Order once again. After all, if you were going to collect the lust you and your new sister needed, you’d have to put on a pretty good show as the no nonsense leader of the Order’s Eastern chapter…