Sinful Secrets - Part 2/2

 

           

 (If you missed Part 1, you can read it here!)

                Rebecca inched away from the succubus staring her in the eyes, too petrified to form a sentence. The wretched demon, who happened to be the monastery’s abbess Lillian, moved her hands closer to Rebecca, hoping to help the woman stand. The thought of being touched by that thing sent Rebecca into a frenzy. She twisted her body to scamper away from Lillian before bolting for the stairs, nearly tripping over herself with every step.

                Rebecca could only scream as she ran up the stairs into Lillian’s room. The three succubi in the basement – including Rebecca’s friends, Samantha and Violet, mumbled to each other in confusion. “W-w-w-what happened?” Violet stammered. Samantha also commented: “She looked like she’d seen a ghost.” Lillian turned to them, saying, “Now now girls, Ms. Cross was simply not prepared to see our true nature…or rather, the monastery’s true nature. Nevertheless, the seed of sin has already been planted within her. She will come to her senses soon enough.”

                Violet gasped. “Y-Y-You think sh-she’ll cause people to p-panic?” Lillian shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. However, I will go check on her soon.” The three sexy, gray-skinned devils waved their tipped tails in approval before returning to their fun with the men chained to boards on the wall.

                Rebecca ran to her room. None of the other nuns she’d passed had taken the effort to help their clearly distressed sister, which she was somewhat thankful for. She prayed to God for the power to purge the demons she had witnessed, although with one of them being the abbess, her thoughts conflicted. She didn’t know if she could rely on the other sisters to help defeat the corrupt power, or if the power being corrupt meant that everyone else was, too.

                After many long, painful minutes of pacing with a throbbing head, Rebecca decided to pack a few things and head into the nearby town, Melas. Rebecca didn’t like drinking alcohol, but it was the only thing she could do to help calm herself. She sat her jittery self down and ordered some ale. She kept pouring it down until her mind was numb. Unfortunately for her, the night had to end, and she was left on the streets with no shelter.

                Rebecca crawled into an alleyway with the luggage she’d thankfully remembered, and lay herself down on it like a bed that was half the size of her body. Several minutes later, a silhouette of a man blocked the lighting from the street lamps into the alley. Rebecca didn’t react as the man walked toward her. “Gonna have funnnn with ya t’night, missy,” the man slurred, looking down at Rebecca before grabbing the bottom of her nun’s habit to pull it up. Rebecca’s upper body craned up. She hadn’t noticed, but her skin had lightly grayed, and wrinkles on her middle-aged face had vanished, just like they had several times before.

                “You will not…” Rebecca mumbled, mentally swaying in a drunken trance. Her dainty hand reached up and gracefully brushed the head of the man as he leaned in further. Once their eyes had locked, Rebecca’s hand swiftly grasped his neck, choking him for a few seconds as her painfully sharp, growing nails dug into his flesh. She threw him to the ground with superhuman strength, then fully stood up. The man was gasping for air and was desperately trying to stop the bleeding when Rebecca pressed a powerful foot onto his chest. Her budding tail, wings, and horns were all masked beneath her clothing, and her flesh continued to darken and turn youthful.

                “You will not…be the one in charge here.” Rebecca huffed. Her first instinct was to part the man’s lips with her tongue and suck the soul out of his body, leaving a bloody husk behind for the townspeople to find. But her senses were starting to come back to her from the adrenaline. The demonic features began to retract before becoming too large for her clothing. With a hazy head, Rebecca picked up her luggage and hobbled to the other side of town, fully returning to her original appearance as the rapist bled to death. She fell asleep in another alleyway later that night, and awoke the next afternoon with a pounding hangover.

                “Uuggh…curse it all!” Rebecca would groan throughout the day, still fatigued and unable to fully recall what had happened throughout the previous day. At her best, she was able to stroll through the marketplaces and buy some food, but the weight of lacking a safe home was heavy on her shoulders among everything else. She was afraid to speak to anyone about what she had seen in Lillian’s room, let alone her own sinful moments in the past. She cried to herself in the alley that evening, praying to God to guide and protect her.

                The depressed woman was thankful to have enough money to eat a few meals a day, but she knew it wouldn’t last for long. After going from three meals, to two meals, to one meal per day, her pockets had run dry just after a week of her escapade. She became paranoid of everyone around her as she struggled through the hunger. Paralyzed by fear, she couldn’t return to the monastery, nor ask a stranger to take her in.

                On the third night of not eating, Rebecca had accepted her death. She would die deliriously in an alley, and she was at peace with that. Just as she was ready to close her eyes for the final time, the succulent scent of meat and vegetables reached her nose. She crawled and peered around the corner, noticing a man carrying two large sacks of food. The primal necessity to survive was the only thing that got her to stand and walk toward the man.

                “Please…” Rebecca begged through dry lips, stretching a feeble arm toward the man. “Food,” she spoke up, as the man didn’t hear her the first time. He turned around and scoffed. “Oh heavens, you’re just a poor wrinkled whelp. This is for my family.” Rebecca fell to her knees in defeat, unable to muster the energy for emotion. As the man began to walk away, a tear rolled down Rebecca’s cheek. She could feel her body changing again. A dull anger began to bubble within her, similar to when the doctor had sent her away. Deep down, she felt that whatever curse had been placed on her may be able save her tonight.

                Rebecca clenched her fist as she watched her fingers slim. She embraced the aches of premature demonic appendages push out from her flesh, although she still didn’t fully understand what had been happening to her body. “Lord, forgive me,” she whispered a quiet prayer as she stood, preparing to use the few remaining ounces of her energy.  

                “Excuse me,” Rebecca declared. She didn’t know why she felt this immense strength when coupled with emotions that were a mix of rage and sadistic lust. The man turned around with a scowl that quickly became an expression of shock. Rebecca’s face had become young and beautiful, which completely changed the man’s demeanor. “I need…food…” she panted, closing the gap with long, slow strides. The man stuttered: “W-Well, I suppose I can spare a little.” The man opened his bags and handed Rebecca a raw fish and a few vegetables, which she devoured messily on the spot. The man kept trying to leave, but Rebecca demanded more and more until she was full, giving him a murderous glare if he hesitated.

                Fifteen minutes later, Rebecca burped with a grin. She regained some strength that she’d lost for what felt like an eternity. In between licking her lips and fingers clean, she asked, “Do tell me, sir. What is your name?” “Mark,” the man replied stoutly. “Maaark,” Rebecca cooed, feeling sinful emotions overtaking her. Although her stomach was satiated, her body craved something else. She tried to hold herself back, but she was too caught up in the heat of the moment. She let Mark pick his bags back up, then wrapped her arm around his neck and walked with him, guiding him to a cold, dark alley.

                “Miss, you are very beautiful, but I really must be returning to my family,” Mark said nervously. By now, Rebecca’s growing wings and horns were strained against her clothing. A thin, pointed tail had ripped through her underwear and dangled in between her legs under her robe. “Mark,” Rebecca said, “I’m sorry. I just…I need…! Aaah!” Rebecca hastily took her clothing off, letting her tiny wings stretch and her horns continue to slowly grow. Mark yelled: “What in the good God’s name?! Demon! Witch!” Rebecca was quick to hold his face with her hand. Her black, claw-like nails rested against his pudgy skin.

                Rebecca effortlessly tore Mark’s clothing off while nearly cracking his skull in her grip. She pushed him onto the ground, following his body to rest on top. Her lengthy tail waved in the air as she rubbed her lower body against his. Stop, Rebecca! Stop this at once! was what Rebecca was yelling to herself in her head. It was far too late. Despite Mark’s pain and horror, Rebecca was able to get him erect. She freed his mouth to kiss and suck on his tongue, lightly biting into it.

                Subconsciously, Rebecca was piecing together her reality. She had partially transformed several times in the past, but hadn’t realized it. Her youthful appearances with her friends, the aches on her body, everything she felt during her first masturbation in years, and the surge of power from defending herself against the drunken bastard…everything lined up with the horrific site in Lillian’s room. She took a moment to look at her arms, which were significantly pale and gray even in the dead of night.

                Rebecca’s pussy brushed against Mark’s tortured cock for several minutes as she continued to caress and make out with him, slowly draining the life from his body. It was horrible to think, but she really wanted to fuck this man as she watched the soul drain from his eyes. With all of her rebellion, she was able to divert her thoughts away from his manhood, and simply enjoyed sucking every last drop of life out of him over the course of an hour. The feeling of his essence feeding her body made her feel healthier and sexier than ever before. For the first time, her black horns grew over a foot long, and her scrawny black wings fully developed that night, nearly covering her back. She was also able to pleasure herself with the end of her tail once Mark had become a wrinkled carcass.

                Throughout the remainder of the night, Rebecca sat and paced around dark alleys lost in thought as she caressed her wings and horns. She cried at times, unable to deny that she’d become a demon like her friends. She eventually came to the conclusion that killing herself would be for the best – but then a better idea hit her. To purge the town of Melas from demon kind, she could bring down the monastery first.

                Rebecca’s body slowly reverted to her original, middle-aged form as dawn came. She put her dirty, tattered habit back on and made her way to the monastery, hoping to blend in while she thought of a plan alongside regaining access to food and water. Her plain room was just as she had left it, and nobody noticed her that early in the morning. She gripped a kitchen knife and practiced thrusting it like an amateur, mentally preparing herself to slay devil spawn in God’s name. After showering and washing her clothes for the first time in a week, she practiced hiding the knife in the baggy sleeves of her robe, which she never managed to do without looking awkward.

                Rebecca tried her best not to be noticed while going out to eat from the cafeteria. Her old friends, Samantha and Violet, spotted her; however, they knew it was not the right time to approach. They reported Rebecca’s presence to Lillian, who smiled with delight. Knowing Rebecca’s nature, she surmised that her reappearance meant one of two things – that Rebecca was willing to accept herself as part of the monastery’s succubus cult, or that Rebecca had returned to kill her. Lillian ordered Samantha and Violet to spy on Rebecca, and to intervene in case anything drastic were to occur.

                Throughout the week, Rebecca’s old friends observed her practicing with the knife and praying to God longer and more frequently than usual. Rebecca didn’t utter a word to anyone, focusing solely on her goal of killing all demons, including herself at the very end. Lillian grew excited from the information her spies had been giving her. One day, upon being notified that Rebecca was on her way to the abbess’s room, Lillian, Samantha, and Violet all gathered beneath the trap door in Lillian’s room, knowing that Rebecca would enter as she had several weeks ago.

                Rebecca knocked on Lillian’s door before entering the unlocked room, and walked straight to the staircase as predicted. Her hands were shaking, only one of which was visible while the other remained in her sleeve holding the knife. Entering the basement, she saw three nuns with their backs turned to her, although she had a good idea of who they were.

                “Ohh Ms. Cross,” a calm, familiar voice spook. Lillian turned around with a smile before the other girls faced their old friend. “It’s so nice of you to join us,” Lillian continued, taking a step toward Rebecca. Rebecca tried to retort, but her nerves got the better of her. She stood her ground, watching and waiting for a moment to strike as the abbess continued her walk. Lillian spoke again, “Where have you been all this time? Your friends have missed you.” Lillian’s footsteps echoed throughout the room. Once she was within a meter of Rebecca, Rebecca’s grip tightened around the knife.

                With a loud scream, Rebecca revealed the knife from her sleeve and thrust it toward Lillian’s chest with impressive speed. And yet, Lillian sidestepped and clutched Rebecca’s wrist as easily as an adult holding onto a child. “Oh my!” Lillian pretended to gasp, “Rebecca, what’s the meaning of this?” Rebecca turned to face Lillian with a fearful expression, noticing her face becoming younger. Elongating black nails were soon pressing against Rebecca’s wrist. Lillian continued with a smirk on her face, “I thought you wanted to join us for some fun…isn’t that why you came back?” Samantha and Violet were silent as they began to approach while also beginning their transformations and taking their clothes off.

                Filled with hatred, Rebecca finally spat, “Demons! Creatures! You will die in the name of God!” Lillian forcefully pressed Rebecca against a wall, causing the knife to fall to the floor, and spoke softly, “Rebecca, my dear. You are confused…after all, are you not one of us?” With their bodies now pressed together, Lillian slid one hand down Rebecca’s body and rubbed it against her privates through her clothes. “Sweetheart, you are so beautiful,” Lillian cooed, pressing harder, “You can be with anyone you want. Do anything you want. And you do want it…”

                Although her face was strained, angry, and sweaty, Rebecca’s wrinkles began to dissipate. She liked being touched, as it immediately reminded her of how she was able to survive. But she knew liking it was wrong. Her own strength was growing as Lillian was triggering her transformation. After a long minute of staring into the beautifying face of Lillian, Rebecca suddenly pushed her back and swiped at her neck with her own sharp, black nails. Pushing Lillian to the floor, Rebecca drew blood as her claws threatened to kill.

Violet and Samantha jumped to Lillian’s rescue, pulling Rebecca up and back before she could do any lasting damage. Her righteous rage only fueled her transformation further as she wanted nothing more than to murder the abbess. Grueling snaps and cracks emitted from her back before two fully grown bat-like wings tore through her clothing. The black horns growing from her head lifted the habit headpiece off, revealing more of her young silky hair. Rebecca’s clothes were fully torn off by Violet and Samantha during the struggle to hold her back, revealing her increasingly youthful gray flesh.

Moments later, Lillian stood up and regained her composure. She smiled as she looked into the flailing Rebecca’s eyes who was no tamer than a wild beast. Rebecca’s heated succubus transformation mixed with her fury caused her to lose sight of herself. Her nails, tail, and wings were all violently attacking her captors, but Violet and Samantha were experienced enough to take minimal damage.

“Die! Die! DIEEEE!” Rebecca shrieked as Lillian reapproached. Lillian threw her clothes to the floor, becoming the last naked woman in the room. With a blindingly fast hand, she firmly squeezed Rebecca’s neck. “It’s okay, dear. We are your friends.” She spoke softly, gently fingering Rebecca as she observed her face. The bloodlust barely faded, but Lillian knew she was making an impact. “Poor girl,” Lillian cooed, releasing Rebecca’s neck to stroke her face and horns, “you must be so…hungry.” Lillian motioned to Violet, who let go of Rebecca to walk into another room. Although Rebecca’s resilience had lessened, it still took Samantha and Lillian a lot of strength to prevent her from injuring anyone again.

Violet returned to the main room with a large, muscular man behind her, pointing to Rebecca. The two other succubi made sure that Rebecca didn’t see him until it was too late. With one quick motion, Samantha and Lillian released Rebecca into the hands of the man, who clutched her waist like a vice before immediately plunging himself deep into Rebecca’s wet pussy.

“AAAAAAEEEEH!” Rebecca’s shriek was nearly heard throughout the entirety of the monastery. The other succubi giggled as they watched their friend get mercilessly pounded. Rebecca’s face was brick red and she felt overwhelmed enough to die. But she also reveled in her undeniable lust after the moment of shock. Throughout all of her sinful acts, she had avoided raw sex, thinking that she could remain on the holy path. All of that had been shattered by this nameless man, who definitely knew his way around a succubus. Rebecca’s body melted like butter within his grip, and he stroked and pulled her tail and wings in just the right locations for quick boosts of stimulation. She could barely gasp for air throughout her animalistic moaning.

Once Rebecca could begin to process any semblance of a rational thought, Lillian spoke: “I hope you’re enjoying our contractor, dear. We pay him good money for ploughs like this. We protect his soul, rather than devour it.” Violet brushed her brunette hair before finally speaking: “H-Hope you’re not too m-mad at us. We’d love t-to have you down here w-with us more.” Samantha excitedly added, “Yeah! I agree!” With a clap, Lillian commanded, “Alright girls! This is such a special occasion, why don’t you fetch a prisoner to fill Rebecca’s other end?”

Violet and Samantha eagerly obeyed, returning to the main room with another – less visually appealing – man who appeared to be slightly intoxicated. The two girls were quick to make him flush and erect before guiding him to Rebecca. Lillian held Rebecca’s head still and spoke directly into her ear: “Now, dear. Enjoy as much as you want. Go wild…” The contractor understood what was happening, so he bent Rebecca’s body forward while holding onto her arms, putting her face directly into sight of the prisoner’s one-eyed monster. A voice in Rebecca’s head told her to resist, but she was too far gone. Her body was secretly thankful that it didn’t have to reach for that cock with her mouth, as it came to her without hesitation.

“Mmmpph, mmmm!” Rebecca hummed, joyously being fucked in two different directions. The other succubi, feeling horny themselves, got themselves three other prisoners to individually enjoy, filling the room with a chorus of lustful moans and grunts. After a while, Rebecca could sense the souls of her men. The one behind her was immensely more powerful, but was protected by higher magic she couldn’t hope to understand. Thus, she focused on the weaker one in front of her. As she lovingly sucked him dry, his body began to rapidly age. The essence of his soul enveloping Rebecca felt better than one of her many orgasms, just as it had the first time. The muscular contractor finally erupted within Rebecca’s tight cunt as she finished draining the life from the smaller man, causing her to cry out in sheer ecstasy. After a job well done, the contractor returned to his chamber, while the four succubi reveled in the shared enjoyment of their toys.

Lillian sidled next to Rebecca, who was now sitting cross-legged in an open space. She rubbed Rebecca’s shoulder with one hand while fondling a breast with the other. “Rebecca, my dear. Thank you for joining us.” Lillian cooed. Rebecca was silent, staring downward with a blank face. Lillian scooped a small amount of semen from Rebecca’s vag and brought it to her mouth, like a parent feeding a child. Rebecca’s tongue touched it, but she remained dazed. Lillian continued: “I know it’s a lot for you, dear. Just know that you’re safe here, safe with us.”

Rebecca remained motionless for nearly an hour before collapsing into a deep sleep on the cold cement. She slowly reverted back to her original form over the course of her twelve-hour slumber. She felt empty and hollow upon waking up at the crack of dawn come the next day. Lillian, who had been diligently observing, gave Rebecca a few minutes to orient herself before approaching. “Good morning, Rebecca.” Rebecca flinched at the sound of her voice, but made no effort to distance herself from the abbess. Lillian continued: “It seems the seed of sin within you has fully blossomed, faster than any other nun might I add. Congratulations!” With a heavy swallow, Rebecca replied with a shaky voice: “I’m n-not a demon like you…!”

Lillian moved to sit behind Rebecca, crossing her legs around the nun’s. Lillian spoke softly deep into Rebecca’s ear as they both began to transform again. “Rebecca, my darling. Whether we are good or evil, angels or demons…it does not matter. All this time, you’ve been blinded by a righteous justice that has averted your gaze from God’s true wish. The Lord wants – dare I say, needs – you to be true to yourself.” Rebecca was breathing heavily as the abbess stimulated her breasts. Lillian continued: “You are in love with earthly, primal desires, Rebecca Cross. You always have been. And you’ve been hiding it for so long due to some false, misguided idea of shame. We at the monastery have simply opened your eyes, revealed your true nature…and now it’s up to you to accept it.”

Lillian scooted back a few inches as Rebecca’s wing sprouted, continuing to touch and fondle her smooth body. It wasn’t long before the two women had finished morphing into succubi as fluidly as changing clothes. Rebecca couldn’t muster any words, only huffing and moaning as she let Lillian warm her up. She knew there was some truth to Lillian’s words, which scared her more than the abbess herself.

After 20 minutes of intimacy, Lillian spoke again. “I’ve invited your friends for some fun this morning. Come on, they’ll be here any minute.” Lillian stood and prepared the room to look like what Rebecca had originally seen the first time entering the basement. She angled wooden mechanisms on the wall 45 degrees before bringing in four men to chain to them. Rebecca heard footsteps above, signaling the appearances of Violet and Samantha moments later.

“Becca? That you?” Samantha gasped as she routinely took off her clothes and began to transform. “Yer lookin’ bee-yooou-tiful already!” Violet chimed in, also following Samantha’s routine: “W-Wow, yeah. I h-hope you can join us, mmaybe?” A few minutes of silence passed as the girls finished their transformations, again filling the room with four stunningly sexy succubi. With a simple nod from Lillian, Samantha and Violet helped Rebecca stand, who was still too anxious for words. The girls led their friend to the chained men, eager to see Rebecca in action.

“Go on girl, work yer magic,” Samantha said before walking to her victim of the day. The three experienced women began stroking the half-erect cocks of their men, while Rebecca simply looked at hers. Listening to all the groaning and panting, she wanted to feel disgusted and run away. But she didn’t. Instead, she a felt an all too familiar lust bubble within her. She could sense the succulent soul of the man in front of her, and Lillian had already wetted her craving pussy. With staggered movements, the last shred of Rebecca’s resistance disappeared as she began to mirror her friends. Overwhelming ecstasy flooded her mind and body as she stroked and sucked the prisoner’s dick and balls. Her dark porcelain skin felt like heaven to the man. Treating him like a piece of meat, Rebecca’s sharp black nails almost pierced his skin as she completely dominated the foreplay.

Several minutes later, Rebecca brought herself onto the man and rode him with swiveling hips, making the most noise in the room. Her gray body glistened as she lovingly kissed and sucked the life out of the prisoner through his mouth shortly after he burst inside of her, earlier than she wanted. Once he was as good as a raisin, Rebecca scooped some cum out of herself to suck on and spit back onto the corpse. Her wings fluttered impatiently, as she wanted more, but she didn’t know what to do.

“My, my,” Lillian applauded, still casually riding her subject, “you were fast, Rebecca. If you’re not satisfied, there are some more men through that door, then down the hallway…don’t get too greedy, though.” Rebecca walked behind the abbess and lightly brushed her finger along the bone of her moving wing. “Thank you,” Rebecca muttered through a blank face with a slight blush. Her lips curved into a grin as she strutted to the door whipping her tail through the air, finally coming to terms with being the woman she was born to be.