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Commission drawn by ToniBabelony

Beneath the floorboards and far from prying eyes, the Church keeps its most holy choir.

Choristers are the lowest of the low within the simple hierarchy. They kneel before their ever-loving and ever-watching headmistress Hysteria. They are permitted no words, and are strictly gagged. For what worth are the words of the uninitiated neophyte? Any knowledge worth knowing is already possessed by the supreme Headmistress - terrible and beautiful.

Hysteria's lineage is plain as her horns, poking through her immaculate rubber. Her body shines and squeaks. Sycophantic servants eagerly kneel before her in the hope that her steely gaze might meet theirs.

Of course, only one woman truly commands the heart of the Headmistress. Aurora serves (and is served) by her succubus sister.1 Her electric blue hair may be obscured by a habit, but her limitless energy is only amplified by the cloth that she wears. She is eager to welcome new acolytes to their most sacred order.

Above, tapestries of sublime shine squirm away. Deep below in the penumbra of the church's catacombs, two new acolytes are inducted as choristers.

Choristers are bound in the cloth that purifies - snug, inescapable, shiny, and tight. It is a new uniform that bears the wearer's curves and sins; one that provides maximum opportunities for molestation. Their hoods are removed and their hours of enforced prayer are over. The new flesh is locked and strapped tightly to a cross, their wrists snugly secured by padded metal.

Masks fill their lungs with gas. The gas fills their minds with proper doctrines. Submission; rubber; obedience; servitude; physicality. All of this training, though, is auxiliary to the purpose of the choir. The choir sings, filling the halls with moans, mewls, shouts and groans. Pipes bring the sweet auditory exclamations of rubberclad vocalists. They moan with growing arousal and buck against their restraints. The Headmistress treats them to the sweet sensations of filling toys and the fine lash of her crop. The entire church is filled and exalted as the will of new acolytes breaks down in a cacophony of coitis.

When properly purged and pure, they are welcomed among the sisterhood. Phantom has succumbed. Christie Chambers squirms and bucks, aware that her own fate is as sealed as her suit.
1Sisters of the shine, of course. Not biological sisters.

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Fantastic commission drawn by Toni!

Make sure to check out and comment on the original: The Church of Rubber

This is not the first time I've commissioned or written about shiny rubbery nuns. You can check out others here:

Ebon Tapestry / The Acolytes of Artemis

Featuring

kylite 's Christie Chambers (right)
Speedy-08 's Aurora (Upper left) and Hysteria (Top) (also creator of the name 'Bad Habits)
Phantom (bottom left)
You (center-right)

Description
Commission drawn by ToniBabelony

Beneath the floorboards and far from prying eyes, the Church keeps its most holy choir.

Choristers are the lowest of the low within the simple hierarchy. They kneel before their ever-loving and ever-watching headmistress Hysteria. They are permitted no words, and are strictly gagged. For what worth are the words of the uninitiated neophyte? Any knowledge worth knowing is already possessed by the supreme Headmistress - terrible and beautiful.

Hysteria's lineage is plain as her horns, poking through her immaculate rubber. Her body shines and squeaks. Sycophantic servants eagerly kneel before her in the hope that her steely gaze might meet theirs.

Of course, only one woman truly commands the heart of the Headmistress. Aurora serves (and is served) by her succubus sister.1 Her electric blue hair may be obscured by a habit, but her limitless energy is only amplified by the cloth that she wears. She is eager to welcome new acolytes to their most sacred order.

Above, tapestries of sublime shine squirm away. Deep below in the penumbra of the church's catacombs, two new acolytes are inducted as choristers.

Choristers are bound in the cloth that purifies - snug, inescapable, shiny, and tight. It is a new uniform that bears the wearer's curves and sins; one that provides maximum opportunities for molestation. Their hoods are removed and their hours of enforced prayer are over. The new flesh is locked and strapped tightly to a cross, their wrists snugly secured by padded metal.

Masks fill their lungs with gas. The gas fills their minds with proper doctrines. Submission; rubber; obedience; servitude; physicality. All of this training, though, is auxiliary to the purpose of the choir. The choir sings, filling the halls with moans, mewls, shouts and groans. Pipes bring the sweet auditory exclamations of rubberclad vocalists. They moan with growing arousal and buck against their restraints. The Headmistress treats them to the sweet sensations of filling toys and the fine lash of her crop. The entire church is filled and exalted as the will of new acolytes breaks down in a cacophony of coitis.

When properly purged and pure, they are welcomed among the sisterhood. Phantom has succumbed. Christie Chambers squirms and bucks, aware that her own fate is as sealed as her suit.
1Sisters of the shine, of course. Not biological sisters.

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Fantastic commission drawn by Toni!

Make sure to check out and comment on the original: The Church of Rubber

This is not the first time I've commissioned or written about shiny rubbery nuns. You can check out others here:

Ebon Tapestry / The Acolytes of Artemis

Featuring

kylite 's Christie Chambers (right)
Speedy-08 's Aurora (Upper left) and Hysteria (Top) (also creator of the name 'Bad Habits)
Phantom (bottom left)
You (center-right)