Jessica found herself on a balcony with a beautiful sunset fading into the distance. It cast an eerie orange and red light on all things. A gentle breeze tossed her dark hair about. Her nipples were erect, poking through the thick latex of her bodysuit and the elegant rubbery dress that provided a second layer of fetish attire.
A balcony where? Where was she? Jessica looked around. She took in the behemoth building jutting into the sky behind her. The white marble, detailed carvings and ornate pillars of age-old Roman architecture were unmistakable. This is a place she had only seen in pictures. St. Peter's Basilica.
She turned back to the skyline and looked out at the picturesque scenery. The Tiber river flowed in the distance, but not with the clear blue one would expect. Milky white waves cascaded down its length and lapped against the shore. Jessica closed her eyes and breathed in deep. The pungent scent was overwhelming, yet pleasantly familiar.
Something buzzed lightly in her ears. Mistress Superior's eyes remained shut. She suddenly realized her hearing was amplified in an unusual way. She could hear the city. The sound of every resident in the Vatican welled up, creating a symphony of depravity.
Men grunted and moaned like gutter whores. Women wailed in pleasure. Thousands of cocks slurped in and out of the packed puckers of bent over slaves. Whipcracks, slaps and smacks filled the background with a cacophony of discipline. The rattle of metal chains. The rippling sound of zippers and the crinkle of latex on skin. The click of locks as submissives were sealed in eternal bondage.
"Jessica..."
Her breath came ragged and fast. A laugh escaped her lips as hunger consumed her heaving body. She felt the rubber stretching over her skin. Clinging to every limb and curve. It drove her insane with lust.
Jessica's cock twitched below and she opened her eyes. Looking down, she noticed for the first time that even her fleshy shaft was sealed in shiny, black latex. It hung further from her body and was fatter than she could ever recall. Her cock bulged and expanded in the thick sleeve as she drank in the smell of cum on the wind. Her body warmed within the clammy latex trappings of her outfit.
Suddenly, she could hear muffled pleas and the rattling of wood and metal just behind her. Jessica turned again and she was no longer alone. Along the balcony, five men were shackled in wooden stocks. Each was imprisoned from head to toe in black leather and latex. Every man was hooded, gagged and blindfolded.
"Oh, Jessica..."
The slaves were calling to her. Begging her. Each wanted to be the one. To be next. To be filled by her. To drink from the cock of the Succubus Queen. Even if they drowned in her essence.
Jessica could wait no longer. She hurried to the nearest one, her heels echoing on the stone like ethereal thunder. She walked by his muzzled face. The slave's nonstop begging registered only as a pitifully low muffle. Jessica took her place at his waiting rear, reached down and ripped his zipper open. Her cock-sleeve soon followed, the latex peeling away to reveal her sweaty, engorged length, growing more stiff by the second.
She brought her tip to his fleshy ring and thrust in with no gentleness or pretense. Jessica seized his hips and began bucking into him powerfully, shoving more of her Goddess cock home with each forceful stroke. The pillory buckled and rattled from her mighty thrusts. The slave groaned into the spit-coated rubber ball secure in his mouth.
She threw back her head and moaned loudly, her ecstasy broadcast to the courtyard below. Her growling reverberated through the formerly
holy
city, the sounds of wet slapping and heavy rutting echoing off the walls as its ruler grew closer to climax. Staring up at the blood red sky, the white in her eyes dissolved until all that was left in her sockets was the glossy sheen of rubbery black.
"JESSICA!"
Mistress Superior lurched forward in bed, awakened suddenly by the demanding voice. Her heart was beating like a jack rabbit's as she looked around in the darkness, confused. She tilted her head to the left and was immediately confronted by a woman staring down at her; seven feet tall with curves that gleamed in the moonlight.
Jessica shrieked and leapt back against her headboard. A moment later, she sighed in relief when she realized who it was.
Lilith chuckled. The Demoness spoke telepathically, with unmoving lips, as she always did.
"Good evening my disciple. It's been a while."
A silvery-white glow of metallic light ignited around her figure, allowing her to be seen more easily in the dark.
Jessica scanned her benefactor as she caught her breath. Lilith had taken an interesting form tonight. Most of her usual features were present, but not her wings. Every square inch of her body was covered in tight, gripping latex. Most of her body was shiny red, while her arm-gloves, boots, horns, tail and cock were sheathed in black rubber. Even her face was covered in the rubbery stuff. The holes for her eyes, nose and mouth were the only portals through the glossy skin-tight mask. Her eyes were pure, midnight black, just as Jessica's had been moments before.
"I'm sorry, Mistress. You startled me... I was having--"
"A very nice dream."
Lilith's low laughter echoed in her mind.
"Yes. To what do I owe the pleasure tonight?"
"Far away though I was, across many planes of existence, I sensed your frustration. Your questions. Your pain. I am here because, unlike Yahweh, I answer those who serve me."
Jessica swallowed. She didn't want to seem impudent, but the question had been burning within her for days. It had to be asked.
"Why didn't you tell me I had a weakness?"
"Simple. I didn't know."
Jessica's disposition shifted, fading from concerned inquiry to one of utter incredulity. Her next question was obvious. "How could one of the oldest and wisest beings in the galaxy
not
know that? The effects of your own creation!"
Lilith's body lifted into the air, hovering just off the ground. The sliding, silvery light made her latex avatar gleam and shimmer in the darkness.
"The Gift was always an experiment. One that I have conducted several times over the ages. The first time, it was foiled by Yahweh himself. After that, I learned to hide my efforts. Many failures followed. This is the first time it has met with great success."
So that was why. No one else had gotten this far, so no one else had the chance to learn its full effects. There were limits to these celestial beings; to their knowledge and power. The biblical ideas of inerrancy and omnipotence were pure myth. She'd always suspected that, but now it was confirmed.
"What should I do? If my Sisters can be downed so easily by a little holy water..."
"Adapt and overcome. This should not be difficult for one of your abilities."
"We've taken their agent prisoner, so we're safe for now, but if they ever learn our weakness, all the Sisters will be vulnerable!"
Lilith seized the sides her body and began tracing her curves up and down. Her palms glided back and forth across her torso, down and behind to her ample ass before returning up her back and sides. Where her hands smoothed, the slick sound of gripping latex followed. Lilith's tongue extended and licked around the edge of her shiny hood. Her massive cock twitched in its rubber sheath as the Demoness fondled herself.
"If only there were something you could cover your body in. Something waterproof. A material both stimulating and protective to one with a weakness to blessed liquids."
Jessica grimaced. As usual, Lilith made her feel like an idiot. Perhaps it wasn't healthy to compare oneself to a divine being, but the answer had been in front of her the whole time. The Sisters were already partaking in it to some degree. It would simply need to made clear how important it was and that
full coverage
was optimal.
She bowed to the floating, glowing Domina.
"The Mistress of the Night is wise. Thank you, Lilith."
Lilith smiled and looked down at her proudly. Jessica could be absent-minded at times, but she was still the best selection Lilith had ever made to bequeath the gift. The results spoke for themselves.
"Continue as you have been. Do not hesitate. That is their only chance to stop you. Accelerate your plans. Aim for those in power. If you strike hard and quickly, your kind will engulf the world before they can mount an effective resistance."
"I will, Mistress. Goodnight."
"Until next we meet, my little Felicita."
Lilith's form faded into the background with her customary smug grin. Her glow dissipated and the room was left in darkness once again, save for a streak of pale moonlight beaming from the window.
Jessica let a tired sigh escape her lips before collapsing back onto the bed. The pillow was still damp with the sweat produced by her intense dream.
'Dammit!'
Yes, she'd needed to speak to Lilith, but that dream! Why did she have to interrupt such a wonderful dream?!?
Oh well. Jessica would just have to make the fantasy a reality.
* * * * *
*WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP*
Jessica scorched Adam's ass with the thick wooden paddle in long bursts. It was solid oak with a dark walnut stain and a leather wrapped handle. The kind you might see in an old school house back in the days before corporal punishment of students had been outlawed. What wouldn't have been common then were the circular holes cut in a pattern all over the paddle's surface, designed to minimize air resistance and maximize impact.
The mocha skinned Domme was decked out in a sensual, purple latex dress. It hugged her curves exquisitely and featured a long latex loincloth that hung between her legs, caressing her cock as she went about her business.
Her would-be assassin squirmed in a low lying metal frame. This wasn't a traditional medieval stockade like the one they had in the convent's dungeon, but a more simple, modern one. This was smaller, more compact and easier to store.
The steel frame was seated on the floor. Adam was forced to kneel in it; his ankles and wrists locked into its tight metal bindings. His collar, likewise, was fastened to a metal pole that rose a foot off the ground under his face, providing only a tiny bar for his chin to rest on. The cruel device amplified one's discomfort over time as the Domme delivered discipline.
Jessica stalked around the bulky, muscled slave. Her boot heels echoed off the hardwood floor of Francis' former study. She'd had the office converted into a mini dungeon; a personal play room she used with Francis and any other slaves that caught her eye.
Francis knelt near the wall, sealed in his latex gimp suit. His mouth was gagged and his arms and legs were locked behind him. Adam, on the other hand, was naked in his prison of metal. Jessica had decided he didn't deserve the sensual touch of leather and latex, nor anything that might cushion her blows.
She gave her arm a rest while examining Adam's inflamed bottom. It had turned a delightful shade of red, but there was no marks of deep purple yet. Jessica had delivered over sixty strokes and he'd not made a peep so far. That simply wouldn't do.
Mistress Superior moved to her toy rack and hung the paddle back in its place. Adam's pain tolerance was impressive. Abigail had told her as much, but Jessica could see it now for herself. She gazed at her toys for a few moments before selecting a leather whip. This would do the trick. She strode back to his bound form, her heels striking the floor ominously.
*WHIPCRACK WHIPCRACK WHIPCRACK*
The wrapped cord of leather lashed over his already beaten flesh, leaving thin welt marks streaked across his ass.
"
AH
