The nuns of Colebury were a secretive and militant order of ecclesiastical enforcement. The nuns were recruited from handpicked crusader orphans, and trained in demon-hunting from childhood. These warrior women serve as the hidden blade of the Catholic Church, aiding in their relentless drive to scour the known world of all demonic taint. Abigail was one of the Colebury Order's infiltrators, her mind steeled against demonic suggestion through unwavering faith and pious self-denial.
A cell of the Order's nuns had been steadily infiltrating a network of hedonistic Bavarian nobles that had fallen under demonic influence. It had become the local fashion for foppish princelings to dabble in increasingly debased occult practices, the trend doubtlessly implanted and nurtured by the tutelage of satanic cultists. Abigail, and several other elite battle nuns, had successfully managed to work their way up the chain of relationships towards the heart of the blasphemous coven. Through the use of church-sanctified 'confession tools', Abigail had personally extracted the location and pass-codes for the diabolical circle's next black sabbath.
After lettering back to the Vatican, and receiving orders to proceed with further infiltration, the holy sisters set about their righteous duties. The four women garbed themselves in opulent dresses and make-up, disguising themselves as extravagant, scandalous, aristocratic belles. Upon arriving at the isolated, ruined church which served as the coven's den of inequity, Abigail reminded herself of their mission. Her team had been assured that several squads of elite inquisitors were poised to intervene upon receiving signal that the cult had been successfully compromised. Abigail just had to confirm that the cult's mysterious leader was on site, and the operation would conclude with swift, righteous justice.
The four female agents entered the corrupted church separately, as to not draw attention. When Abigail stepped into the unhallowed compound, two burly thugs squared on her. They seemed ready for violence, until her mention of "The dazzling delights of devilish nights" proved her right-of-passage. The dressed-up infiltrator fit right in with the opulent crowd of nobles that had congregated for the night's ritual. As things progressed, the steadfast holy-woman gritted her teeth at the ruinous chants, debased rituals, and sacrilegious acts she was forced to participate in. Abigail's regimented mental training helped her cope with the profane events she was forced to participate in, as she surreptitiously scouted out her fellow nuns among the crowd.
After each and every one of the cult's celebrants were directed to drink from a chalice filled with the still-warm blood of a sacrificial goat, a black-garbed woman sauntered in amidst the crowd. Abigail noticed the deferential reverence that the graceful, masked woman received, as the disguised nun realized this must be the cult's infamous leader. Upon confirming the sight with a subtle nod to her sisters, the Vatican agent reached into a secret compartment of her dress. Abigail thumbed at a medallion of Saint Anthony, which had been blessed to correspond with another medallion, belonging to the inquisitorial assault team. Relief flooded her body, as she felt the emblem vibrate within her grip, confirming a response.
Abigail knew it was just a matter of time before relief came, as she was bade to form a worship circle around the cult leader, who exalted on a central dais above her devoted worshipers. Mimicking the submissive, kneeling pose of the other aristocrats, the nun feigned compliance with the oblation ritual. Abigail became increasingly distraught as her supernatural senses detected a powerful, demonic presence entering the profane chamber. The prioress joined the surrounding crowd in surprise, as the cult leader began shrieking and violently clawing at her mask and clothes.
Confusion spread among the crowd of kneeling nobles, masking Abigail's own concern as the demonic summoning proceeded without intervention. The cult leader continued howling and clutching wildly at herself, as several high-ranking cultists approached her side in concern. Blood began to spray out across the audience, as the woman's fingernails wildly dug into her pale, beautiful skin. Abigail stared up completely dumbfounded, as the cult leader screamed, "It wasn't supposed to be like this! I can feel her inside me, she's ripping her way out!" As the distraught high priestess wailed and scraped at herself, a sickening tearing noise filled the room. Suddenly, the woman's whole body split apart in a disgusting shower of gore, as a looming figure emerged from the oozing viscera.
Abigail's heart sank, as the blood-spattered church agent cowered underneath the demonic figure. In many ways, the demon resembled a beautiful woman, with harsh, cruel features. But, the creature sported massive, bat-like wings, hoofed feet covered in black fur, and a dexterous, fleshy, twisting tail that ended in a spade tip. The demoness was incredibly tall and muscular, her irresistible presence radiating a dominating aura that overwhelmed Abigail's carefully honed resistance. Abigail could only kneel and tremble as the huge, amazonian figure calmly regarded the rapturous crowd of cultists.
"Hmm, it seems this puny mortal wasn't quite fit to contain my bountiful essence; what a shame!" the strutting succubus announced, her booming voice sounding playful and chiding. "But perhaps it was for the best. This puddle of failure at my feet nearly let all of you darling little devotees down. Look around you, we've been infiltrated by agents of the Church. But never fear, my sweetlings, the mighty Xyra has everything under control." Abigail thumbed at her Saint Anthony medallion wildly as she was called out, desperately hoping help would burst in at any moment. However, the increasingly panicked nun was greeted by a sight of heart-wrenching alarm, as the demonic succubus reached down into the wet offal at her hooves, and lifted up an identical medallion to Abigail's. When the medallion visibly trembled in synchronization with her own, Abigail realized that they had been horribly duped at some stage of their mission.
"Your dead drop point was warded against occult scrying, but not the eyes of our agents. Your letter never made it to Rome, and the response you received was enchanted to produce fake seals of authority from your own memories as you read it," Xyra mocked, as the haughty demoness pointed out the four Colebury nuns, who were promptly overwhelmed and restrained by the surrounding cultists. Abigail fought them off the longest, injuring several assailants before she was violently restrained by the excited crowd. Abigail battled the hysteria and diabolical influence clouding her mind, as she was lined up with her fellow nuns before the triumphant succubus.
The four captured women struggled against their bindings, as the demoness sat down on the dais with her legs spread wide, and assumed an exaggerated pondering pose. Xyra spoke authoritatively "Hmm, give me that little one first, with the dark hair." Magdalene shrieked in alarm, as she was hoisted onto the creature's platform by burly enforcers. The succubus reclined back slightly, and grasped the resisting nun's shoulders with her clawed hands. "Let's get you out of those rags, shall we?" A flash of brilliant, purple light filled the room, as Magdalene's clothes simply exploded off her body, leaving the petite, Italian girl completely exposed before Xyra and her thronging cultists.
Things only escalated from there, as Xyra began urgently forcing the nude girl down towards her exposed, demonic crotch, which was surrounded with short, dark pubic hairs. Magdalene wordlessly shrieked in alarm, as her face was roughly smashed into the soft, moistening folds of the purple-skinned demoness. "No need to be so timid, my little dove, dive right in," Xyra purred, as she used her unnaturally strong grip to urge the squirming nun's head deep between the succubus' thighs. Abigail continued fighting her bonds, as she watched her battle sister's entire head gradually disappear within the clenching, vaginal depths of the giant succubus. A lewd, squelching noise filled the hushed room, as Magdalene's screams were slowly muffled by the enveloping, slippery wetness of the succubus.
"Hahaha, this is really quite the treat! I've never had such a good time with any mortal woman!" the demoness declared proudly, as she firmly squeezed the struggling woman's shoulders into her crotch, further smothering the small girl's pleas for mercy. "I think it's about time you started praying, don't you? My love juices are going to overflow soon, and you're not even getting the slightest bit of relief down there, unless you submit yourself to my majesty." Abigail grimaced, as she realized the demon's vagina was wantonly suckling around Magdalene's breasts and back. As Xyra held Magdalene in place with her iron grip, the naked girl's muffled wailing intensified. The demoness gently hummed at her captive, as if coaxing her into submission. Slowly, inch by inch, the squirming young woman was being drawn deeper inside the succubus, until her wide hips caught on the demon's purple-hued vaginal lips.
Xyra held Magdalene in place for another moment, savoring her victim's delightful thrashing, until the succubus parted her legs wider, and drew the squealing woman fully within her body. With a low growl, the demoness closed her eyes, and began a series of deep, grunting breaths that caused her voluptuous chest to heave up and down. Magdalene's kicking legs rapidly glided into Xyra's clenching sex, until her knees became buried in the spongy, wet flesh. The terrified girl's writhing outline was visible, squishing up inside the huge succubus' womb, causing Xyra's heavy breasts to quiver from the motions. The demoness rose up on her hooves slightly, allowing the flailing girl's legs to dangle out of her gaping, gulping cunt.
"I am a merciful mistress, and-- Nghh, settle down, sweetheart. And I offer all you wayward sheep a chance at true redemption within my wondrous body. Magdalene shall serve our infernal master, either as my new daughter, or my added heft." As Xyra finished her sentence, she finished slurping Magdalene's curling feet into her vaginal canal. "Hmm, looks like we have a fighter here, after all. She'll make a fine first example," Xyra declared with pride, as the desperate nun struggled helplessly within her slimy, clenching womb. Abigail and her remaining sisters wept and screamed, as they watched the desperate silhouette of Magdalene press out from within the demoness' belly and pelvis, before settling back down with a defeated squish. The mortified women were stunned, as Magdalene's squirming outline was clearly seen through the succubus' taut, fleshy walls. The disoriented nun appeared to be in terrible pain, as she attempted to struggle out of the demonic prison. But, it soon became clear that Magdalene would never escape without divine assistance.
The entire chamber fell silent, as the victorious succubus sat smugly on her dais, her victim's muffled cries gradually becoming quieter and more feeble. The cultists stood rigidly around the room, their faces frozen in fear and reverence. Abigail and the other captured nuns continued to fight against their bonds, but were swiftly overcome by the intense magical influence surrounding them, as Xyra's magic became more powerful from the victim's sacrifice. It seemed like an eternity passed, as Magdalene's pitiable squirming finally came to an end. Abigail was overcome, as Magdalene's outline melted away, making Xyra's lithe frame fill out with curvy, voluptuous heft.
Xyra exalted, as her victim's essence and mass was added to her own form. "I think your little one has had quite enough time in my womb, don't you? Let me see if I can fit you in better, I'm sure I could find a place for another few dozen pounds!" Abigail began shrieking in alarm, as she was hoisted up on the sacrificial dais next, and forced to kneel down between the demoness' giant, soft thighs. Abigail bitterly wept, as she was magically disrobed instantly, and forced into the same submissive pose as Xyra's previous victim. As Abigail's face disappeared inside the succubus' deep, wet sex, her captor resumed her sweet, lullaby humming. Slowly, Abigail felt herself being drawn deeper and deeper into the demon's fertile vagina. The defiant girl struggled with all her might, but it was useless. Her strength paled in comparison to the sheer size and mass of the succubus, who slowly pulled the struggling church agent deeper. Abigail coughed and spat as her face was bathed in a pool of thick, viscous, feminine nectar, which gushed copiously out of the succubus' throbbing lips.
Abigail choked, as she found herself surrounded by the succubus' slippery, warm folds. With an anguished moan, her head sank even deeper within the waiting depths of Xyra's slick, glistening flesh. She desperately tried to hold her breath, but couldn't stop the coughs that rose from her lungs. A tingling, burning sensation spread across Abigail's toned frame, as Xyra's demonic voice infiltrated her despondent mind "You don't have to die here, you can join me. Become an unstoppable, powerful creature of lust, molded in my likeness." Abigail's training failed her, as she felt her breasts being roughly drawn inside the demon's overpowering cunt. The strong nun's body shook violently as she felt Xyra's gigantic, muscular thigh muscles tighten around her torso.
Xyra continued speaking seductively into the helpless woman's mind. "Come on, your faith has failed you. Join me, I have such exquisite revelries planned for us! We'll be able to indulge our desires freely without any moral or mortal restrictions. All those silly rules will fade away, as we ravish every living thing we want." Abigail felt a betraying weakness enter her heart, as thoughts of her mortality loomed ever closer. But, she held fast against her fear, determined not to surrender. However, with every inch of her naked form being stuffed into the demoness' clutching slit, the strong nun soon realized there was no hope left for escape. The enslaved woman resigned herself to the inevitable, as her face became engulfed by the succubus' quivering labia.
As her body burned, and approaching death became increasingly certain, Abigail felt her will to resist give. She weakly cried out, barely able to mutter in the slimy, churning depths of Xyra's womb, gasping "Please..." Xyra hummed gently, as her captive's plea caused the succubus to stir slightly. Suddenly, a massive orgasm exploded throughout her lithe form, causing Abigail to gasp, as her pain shifted to intense pleasure. Abigail realized that her pleas had been answered. Her body was filled with indescribable ecstasy, as Xyra's infernal womb slowly reshaped the frail, human woman. The powerful nun felt her skin begin to stretch and deform, as her lithe limbs began to elongate. As wings pierced from her back, and a tail elongated out of her spine, the sensation gave the changing woman an aching, joyful bliss.
Abigail struggled mightily against the demon's overwhelming presence, as her mind tried to retain its identity within the growing demonic transformation. Yet, her willpower began to falter as she felt her breasts swell in size. Even her thoughts drifted to the hedonistic and carnal "Please, I'm asking you, don't--