After stumbling into a security system, a group of the nuns had pounced on her and quickly stripped her down. Laressa had heard the church was responsible for the kidnapping of quite a few wealthy individuals to finance their plans, and was resolved to enjoy the fruits of the cult’s labor - helping herself either to the rich heiresses or their ill-gotten gains.

But it had ended before it could start, when - to her great surprise - a pale-skinned pretty thing named Phantom had appeared. Blindfolded and seemingly utterly obedient to the church, she was happy to help Laressa get suited up; clad in a glossy gown and gassed.

When she woke, she was in a small room with wood panels and a stone floor. A black latex suit and habit clothed her. Her arms and legs were strapped tight to a penitent’s chair. Steel, padded, around her wrists and ankles. She tugged at them, testing them, feeling the way the straps bit against her soft skin; felt the layer of latex squeaking and stretching as she tried to lift up her hips.

The door opened. Phantom entered, her malign smile leading the way. She didn’t recognize Laressa, or chose not to, knowing how fun it would be to torment the newest visitor to the ebon church.

“Hello, Convert.” She hung a metal censer above Laressa, lit it, and let pink incense begin to slowly fill the room. Laressa instantly felt her body tingle as she tried to avoid it, failed, and began to fall into Phantom’s grasp. She took her head in her hands, leaned in close.

That smile was unavoidable. She went for a forced kiss. Laressa felt her fingers scrabble and tug at the arms of the chair; her toes flexing, her body getting hot, her lips meeting her captor’s. The heat, the touch, the scent, all of it was intoxicating.

Phantom gently stroked the new addition’s lips for a moment before fitting an inflatable bulb between them. She pumped it up slightly, then a bit more before removing the nozzle. Laressa’s lips were still pert, the latex of the gag so tight that the captor could feel them with her thumb.

Between the incense and the kiss, her eyes began to flutter. She moaned, flustered, embarrassed. She was surprised, and it showed. Laressa knew she wanted to escape, but her body knew it wanted to be here. Hot. Steamy. Her eyes beginning to stare at Phantom, craving more.

And more was given. “Sister Superior” Phantom circled her her back, stroking her neck. Laressa struggled more and more, starting to run out of breath; breathing in nothing but the lust-inducing fumes. It was all too much, and Phantom knew her breathing was getting shorter, more intense. Laressa knew in her heart of hearts that escape was impossible, no matter how much she tried. The captor’s hands on her chest.

She whispered the words into Laressa’s ear, and it felt ablaze with passion. The noises the captive was making were getting louder and louder with each touch. She barely resisted as the sister superior produced a latex gwen hood, powdered and slipped it over Laressa’s face. With her eyes and nose visible, she was increasingly adhering to the vow of anonymity that was so critical to new acolytes.

And then came the mask; Laressa was loud, nearly shouting with delighted pleasure. She mewled into her gag as Phantom slipped the gas mask over her face, clasping it shut. The sensation of being trapped, sealed, anonymous, in the grasp of this laminate-obsessed lady was all so much.

Phantom began to tease her more. More. More. A wand between her thighs. Laressa arched her back, panting, whining. The world was so intense, and she felt so small, sinking inside herself, losing track of the outside. Her thoughts blanked, body peaking. All that mattered was riding the intensity of orgiastic bliss. All that she could feel was the sensation of quivering, of riding, of Phantom’s hands hugging her tight. Of the straps loosening as the sister superior pressed her curves against her, hauling her upright, letting her shudder. Laressa’s groan broke the vow of silence and chastity, and as she mewled - clay in Phantom’s arms - she truly became the newest member of the convent…