The scorching, sulfurous fires of hell roared around Belladonna. The acrid inferno grew denser and more oppressive as she made her way to Satan's infernal throne. On the threshold of his diabolical chambers, the young succubus clambered down onto her hands and knees. She lowered her head and tail in subservient reverence while she crawled upon scorching tiles to her almost certain doom. If Satan would just give her the chance to explain herself, or at least bargain, the brilliant little hellion had devised a cunning strategy to remedy her compounding demonic deficits to the high-throne of Hell.
Staring down at the smoldering cobblestones of his audience chamber, Belladonna flinched fearfully at the overpowering, heart-rending voice that bellowed out from seemingly all-around, "Wretched spawn of Babylon and the fetid whore-queen who rules the heart's of mortals, though hast failed in thine charge to fill my realm with souls! Have you come to offer your own suffering, to make up for the tortured chorus you have failed to provide me?"
"My lord, the great corrupter, the conqueror of all wills, I have focused on providing you what my sisters cannot; the finest, and most saintly of souls! Any young slut of Gehenna can bring in the dim, sullied soils of the already thrice-damned, but I have lined up a smorgasbord of the most heaven-bound mortal banquet for your grim feasting! I just need more time!" Belladonna was surprised she was allowed to speak for as long as she did, before a sudden approaching glow heralded an unspeakable affliction. The slender hellcat writhed in overwhelming agony upon the demon lord's dais, his dark sorcery bringing her to a place of mind-rending misery.
Upon the threshold of mental obliviation, Satan finally relented. Belladonna found her body unscratched and her soul permanently seared from the experience. "I have read of your mind during your throes of agony, and find your terms palatable, succubus. Make good on your schemes quickly, though, or this lesson will be your last, one way or the other," for emphasis, Satan gave Belladonna a parting lick of his mystical tortures, filling the room with further inhuman, yowling shrieks.
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The nun rose from her bed, shrieking incoherently from the reoccurring nightmare, though truthfully, it was more than that. A tentative knock on the small room's door alerted her to another's presence. A quiet voice rasped from the other side, "Bella? Are you okay? I heard you scream again, is everything okay?"
The dark-skinned woman clutched at her white sheets tightly, thinking quick, before tensely replying, "Angela? Come in... I'm okay. Yeah, shut the door behind you."
She was acting on the moment, and worried someone else might've seen Angela walk into her room, or just heard the yell, but Bella thought this was the perfect opportunity to score another one. "I was... I was having the most horrid night terrors. Terrible visions of demonic entities just torturing me, Angela, you couldn't imagine! Please, come, pray with me, sister, so I might pass through the rest of the night with ease," Bella patted at the side of her bared bed-top for emphasis, eliciting Angela to sit by her side.
"Oh but... Uh, I'll pray for you sister, but I need sleep too," Angela felt more than a bit ashamed for her lame reply, but knew full well how rumors spread in the tight-knit convent. Late-night visits of any lasting length would quickly lead to unseemly suspicions, and everyone knew Bella as a beautiful, exotic newcomer.
Angela turned to leave, but was halted by a quiet, beseeching voice from behind, "Please! I'm not adjusting well to this old abbey. It's creaky, the noises... spook me. I feel like everyone here's avoiding me, just like you're doing now. Is it... is it because I'm black?"
She turned around at that final accusation, trying to explain how things worked to this newly inducted nun, knowing Bella hadn't caught on to all the unsaid rules and expectations of the sisters. How could she explain how important seemliness was in a saintly place like this? Even arousing unfounded suspicions brought soured moods and sorrow to a place that was supposed to be devoted to pious, religious contemplation. Finally, Angela relented, realizing an exception could be made in this case, knowing Bella to be quite young for a nun... and beautiful, just as her namesake bespoke. "No, not at all! It isn't that Bella it's just that, well... of course. Of course I'll pray with you, but just for a moment, alright?"
"Our father, who art in heaven... W-What are you doing, Bella?" Angela quickly murmured from beside Bella on the mattress.
"It's too hot for that coat, get down to your nightie, like me," the dark-skinned lass explained, as she forcefully went about removing the loose sweater Angela had thrown on before arriving.
"No, Bella, you can't. Look, I need to explain things here. We can't be seen going around--Mmmphh!" Angela's indignant explanation was halted by a searing kiss, as the young woman locked about the motherly nun intimately. Angela was so caught-off guard, she didn't even know how to react as Bella leaned in behind her, wrapping her legs and arms about the larger woman's pale frame lovingly, before quickly inverting the pious nun's draping nightgown. When the amorous newcomer broke off the French-kiss to finish disrobing the older nun, Angela finally stammered out an indignant reply, "Stop this at once! I'll report you! Stop, this is a sin!" It culminated with a harsh slap, as Angela reached behind her to swat away the insistent lesbian, even as Bella went about licking into Angela's ear. The vexed nun was careful not to make too much noise in protest in the moment, considering there would be no explaining the appearances of the situation if another intruded in on the debauchery.
"Don't fight me; just go with it, come on honey, let me show you something special," Bella huskily whispered, before grabbing about the pale nun's head and forcefully dragging her back. Angela tried to wrestled out from Bella's grasp, but found her strength was surprisingly no match for the slender, young woman behind her. The molested nun was just about to scream out in pure indignation, before Bella promptly made that impossible. Just as Angela was about to scream out, Bella slammed her dark, bushy crotch down upon the taller woman's sputtering face. Angela realized she was under dire sexual assault at this point, and fought candidly for freedom while moaning out meekly for help.
"Come on, let's just let our bodies play together, 'sister'," the domineering lass whispered down, before shoving her spreading vaginal cleft about Angela's face with terrifying force. A sucking, squelching noise filled the small bedroom as Bella gyrated her hips about the unwilling woman's head, working Angela's face deeper into her womanly flesh. The struggling canoness wasn't able to fully realize it yet, in her total panic, but Bella's flexible labial folds were somehow stretching and engulfing around Angela's entire head. The poor woman's screams were soon reduced to muffled whimpers, as Bella sank the larger woman up into her clutching vaginal tract. As the violent act progressed, Bella began to make suppressed moans of pleasure, her entire, demonic body contracting in waves as she worked the larger woman up into her voracious sexual passage.
As Bella became overwhelmed by the physical ecstasy, the demoness noticed her tail was reaching about. As if possessed with a mind of it's own, the lewd limb began coiling about her struggling prey's chest, just below the woman's sagging breasts. The hungry succubus allowed her strong tail to help guide the reluctant canoness deeper and deeper up her undulating, wet tunnel, while she thrusted her hips about the struggling nun. When Bella felt her lewd grip was secure enough, she dragged Angela up into a better position to cram more of the pale nun into her syrupy vagina. "There you go... Yea, that's right, such a sweet little sister. Stuck deep, aren't you?" Bella huskily cooed while her hands clung around the woman's struggling wrists, before tucking them under Angela's breasts as they sank up into her dark, fleshy pussy lips. The sight was mesmerizing to the sex-starved succubus, Angela's flailing upper-body visibly straining from the excessive forces applied to it by Bella's feral hips.
Once Bella had secured her captive, the lass wasted no time in collapsing against her lover. Bella held Angela close, but struggled with working the big woman's stomach up her spasming frame, because the canoness' head and face were lodged deep in her slippery vaginal canal. Bella literally sunk herself down into the seasoned nun, grinding her narrow hips down against Angela's fluid-lubricated midsection as she tried to make the captured nun accept her ignoble, gooey demise within her womb. "Ahhh... you're quite the fighter! Good on ya!"
Angela attempted a response, but quickly realized she was drowning in warm, silky flesh, while her arms sank with her breasts up into the hot, clinging depths of that murderous passage. The only thought in Angela's brain was to get away from the hellish nightmare. Her thrashing did nothing to aid her escape, and soon she was pulled into the gloomy recesses of the demoness' slimy channel, completely subsumed by Bella in maddeningly methodical little sucking motions. Bella hummed to herself as she rode upon the big woman's hips, until poor Angela was reduced to a pair of frantically kicking feet on the bed, before finally stilling.
Bella could see how her sinful ministrations were affecting the older nun. Angela's willpower was waning; the feisty canoness' feet were just awkwardly flopping on the bed now, as the haughty little succubus slowed her sucking motions to luxuriate in the sense of pleasure that devouring this pious woman brought the hellion, "Can't say I mind this feelin', to tell ya the truth! You're such a sweet thing to fight so hard! Just imagine... Damn... I don't envy what you'll experience when you get put through your paces inside my snatch-o'-sufferin'!"
Angela's gurgling, muffled grunts came faintly through the lewd slit, as Bella effortlessly rode upon the shivering nun, continuing to savor the taste and feel of her sizable prey. Finally, after about ten minutes of mind-warping discomfort, Angela was spent, the last of her energy spent in futile struggling. Bella cackled gleefully at the idea that the struggle was over for this puny, suffering priestess. With a demonic snigger, she sat up from the bed, before slamming her rump down on the hard floor below to finally send the unfortunate canoness hurtling into her awaiting chasm of pleasure.
With a ferocious grin, Bella felt the woman's squirming toes gradually stretch upwards toward the nubile little succubus, until they dug into her broad rear cleft with a weak grip. Bella smiled as she watched the helpless canoness struggle pitifully in vain. She realized the nun had painted toes, prompting the mischievous succubus to quip, "You like them painted toes? Cuz I'm a lover of the painted toes myself."
The comment earned a muffled, frustrated reply through the narrow abyss of her heated passage, but nothing more from the unprepared woman, who was being compressed by Bella's slimy grip while being buried up into her clutching tunnel. Bella yanked the panicked nun forward, with each pull causing her burning belly to jolt around, leaving Angela sore all over. With a few quick, powerful jerks, Bella drove the gasping canoness all the way up her muff, implanting the large woman into a fetal curl within her rapidly bloating depths. It was at that moment Bella could actually see the squirming outline of the woman's face, just barely discernible from underneath her distended stomach flesh.
"Me oh my, it's quite the tight fit for you, ain't it?" Bella whispered throatily to herself, before whispering in Angela's ear through her rippling belly flesh, "But if it makes ya feel any better, I'm gonna be workin' real hard to make sure I stretch you around somethin' fierce, until you cry uncle and pledge your soul to Satan!"
The shocked, convulsing body of the nearly spent, pious woman shuddered with violent contractions as Bella wrung her like a wet towel. Soon enough, Angela's ragged breathing signaled the woman would soon be begging for release from this hellish violation. "Ya may think you're tryin' to escape, but remember this... There's no way out 'sister'. You're in for the count, and I can make this last as long as I need to. You've got the devil's mark now, so gird yourself for an intimate tour of a succubi's chamber of tortures," Bella whispered ominously, before letting loose a wicked chuckle at the feisty priestess. She didn't have to wait long to hear Angela make a muffled, desperate whimpering sound. Her writhing body began to stiffen; Bella had a way with woman lodged up in her digestive tract, especially when they were struggling to free themselves from the ensnaring clutches of her voracious rump. Bella allowed the agony to persist, as the haughty little black-skinned demoness basked into the soft comfort of her bed, content to ride out the debauched night in sinful pleasure.
The next morning, there was no trace of Angela within Bella's now normal-seeming body. As the woman left to attend to her daily tasks, she whistled in delight. She hummed through her work, practically dancing around her mundane chores as she imagined the frantic struggle of her devout victim, who took hours before finally screaming out a whining plea of fealty that her religious training told her to shun. Despite her years of dedicated piety, Angela soon discovered she lacked the fortitude to endure Bella's peristaltic tortures any longer. As soon as Angela had betrayed her Christian oaths to Satan, she knew damnation would be her reward. Bella's digestive system finally absorbed its tasty repast. Now it was time for a sweet, new feast to take center stage of Bella's voracious, demonic body.
Bella headed down toward the small church after her dastardly deed of the night before, being summoned to attend a special meeting arranged by the head abbess herself, Sister Victoria. Normally, a demoness like Bella would struggle to survive in such a divine and sanctified environment as a nunnery, but the sinful-natured creature of hell had sniffed out a corrupt spirit within the supposed 'place of god', which allowed her infiltration to proceed. However, the main chapel of worship was still an incredibly hallowed space, meaning the disguised demoness would suffer greatly every moment she spent in that chamber.
Bella immediately felt the burning effects of the holy space about her ensorcelled frame as she took up position on the rowed seating, looking up obediently at the waiting sister superior. It took an agonizingly long time for all the nuns to arrive in their appointed pews, as Bella began actively sweating from the exertion of maintaining her disguise in the chapel of worship. Finally, Victoria began her gruff speech, "Sisters, brides of Christ, I beseech you; heed the words I say now as truth. A corruption rots the soul of this venerable establishment. We are beset by infernal influences!"
Bella felt slightly eased as she noticed just how disinterested and apathetic the Abbesses' congregation appeared. Victoria was prone to hyperbolic, fiery orations, and this line of phrasing was nothing new for any of them. This incensed the dire nun into even greater emotive theatrics, "Do not cast your eyes upon me with dispersion! I speak truthfully, there is an unnatural nature to the rash of disappearances we've suffered as of late! The path of the Lord is a narrow and arduous one, true, and many of our dear sisters abscond into the night, dissatisfied with the heavenly rules and order we impose. But this isn't that. This is... criminal, this is dastardly, this is demonic! Guard yourselves, my fellow faithful, while we work together to root out this festering evil influence amongst us! As much as it pains me to admit, we must cast a suspicious eye upon each-other in these dire times!"
As the Mother Superior finished, a dowdy, squat nun in a worn habit stood up, and began accusingly pointing at Bella, "Well... It's obvious, innit'? She's the newest one here, must be her! She doesn't fit in here t'all!" Bella instantly blanched at the accusation, but even as flustered as she was, her devious mind worked actively.
She was trained in the Pit to work under pressure, so Bella formulated a plan quickly. Coughing to clear her throat, the small, dark-skinned young nun rose to speak in her own defense, "Look, I'm new here, that's true. I can't confess to know fully what's going on with all y'all, but let me say this; it's always been my dream to come here, to THIS convent." Bella noticed that many ears were upon here, but she guessed that her fellow sisters were more interested in the spectacle of the proceedings, than genuinely invested in the accusations against Bella in one direction or the either. "Growing up in the Harlem ghettos, the light of Christ was the only thing keeping me from a crack needle. I endure terrible, vitriolic racism every day I lived and breathed on those smoggy streets... Wait, please... give me a moment," the emotional ebony girl paused for a moment, sobbing into the crook of her arm before expertly continuing, "This convent has given me the opportunity to walk a heavenly path, and I have strode that lane of grace with purity and dedication! I'm not even sure what you're accusing me of, but I am innocent of anything to do with any disappearances!"
Victoria looked between the fat, accusatory nun and Bella, judging the situation with a grumpy expression. Finally, the abbess skeptically asked, "