Author's note: this story is for the Halloween contest and is just a fanciful little lark, none of my usual story building. If you don't like F/F this one probably isn't for you.
CET
Sister Mary Theresa opened the door to the bathroom a crack and peered out into the dim bedroom. She was sure she'd heard something like a door closing, but she was supposed to be alone. The usually familiar and comfortable confines of her bedroom seemed alive with menace now. She was far too conscious of the string of break-ins that had occurred in the complex over the last six months.
Everything was still. Only the monotonous sound of the ceiling fan as it slowly rotated broke the quiet. It was hot out and she felt a bead of sweat trickle down her back. The cowl seemed tight and the dress stuck to her body as the seconds lengthened into minutes. Still nothing. No sound. No movement. Maybe I just imagined it, she thought to herself. Or maybe it was the apartment next door. The walls were paper thin, but both her neighbors were single and worked nights. Of course, it was Halloween. Trick or treaters perhaps?
The final rays of sun disappeared, plunging the room into darkness. The single thirty watt bulb in the bathroom did little to dispel the gloom. The overhead light was by the door, which was totally cloaked in darkness. Berating herself for being such a fraidy cat, Theresa plucked up her courage and walked towards the door. As soon as she was out of the weak light coming from the bathroom doorway she felt a thrill run up her spine. She couldn't see anything and was reaching for the light when an iron-like grip closed on her wrist. She didn't even have time to scream before her body was twisted into a tight hold and a gloved hand closed over her mouth.
"Well, well, well, what have we here?" A raspy voice gloated.
Her assailant was several inches taller than Theresa's four feet, nine inches and easily outweighed her by forty or fifty pounds. Still, she relaxed slightly. The voice was gravelly but undoubtedly feminine.
"That's right. Just relax, Sister. I'm gonna take my hand off your mouth now. Scream and I swear, you'll wish you hadn't."
Theresa felt the hand leave her mouth and slide down her body to her hip. She shivered at the sensuousness of the caress. The intruder's hand slipped to her arm and twisted it behind her back, catching both wrists in one hand and returned her free hand to the small woman's tummy.
"You got a tight little body there, Sister. Always wondered what you girls wore under your habits," she drawled as her hand clenched the fabric and began to haul it up.
"You can't!"
"Don't tell me what I can and can't do, Sister," she growled, her voice taking on a hard edge. "I spent twelve years in catholic school. I didn't listen then and I'm not about to start now."
"Please, don't do this."
"Awww, Sister, that's not very charitable. I'm just trying to find out what you wear under your habit," she said with a smirk.
Theresa could see her lips in the wan light and her strong jaw, but little else. Her big hand found the smaller woman's woolen belt and deftly undid it, allowing both the belt and her rosary to slide down her hips to the floor. Theresa tried to pull her arms free, but she was not even strong enough to make the big woman slow her advances.
Theresa bit her lip when the woman's large hand slid down her leg, caught the soft serge material of her habit, and pulled it up her body. The tall woman snorted in frustration when she saw that the underskirts still obstructed her view.
"Tell me, Sister, how does one get out of that rig without help?"
"Practice?" The small woman mumbled, lowering her head.
"You got a smart mouth. Let's see if you know what to do with it," she growled as she spun the small woman around and forced her to her knees.
She unbuttoned her black jeans and shoved them down, leaving only the black silk boxers covering her privates. Theresa turned her head, but the woman just laughed.
"Look up, little sister. See what I have for you," the tall woman commanded.
Theresa hesitantly raised her face, her eyes going wide in shock. A broad black girdle was slung around the big woman's hips and suspended from it was an imposing black dildo. The strap split and ran between her stout thighs, leaving her pussy exposed as well. Theresa had never seen anything like it and wondered fleetingly where the woman even found such a thing. From the way she was holding it, it was obvious what she wanted.
"Please," Theresa begged.
"No need to beg, Sister. I'm gonna give you all the dick you want," the woman laughed.
"Please, no."
"Enough with this shit. Is please all that comes out of your mouth? I got a better use for it!"
