Maria was your typical conservative God-fearing woman, she was raised in a devout Catholic family, and she had decided to be a nun just a few months ago because she thought it was her calling. In her first few months of novitiate, there were a few hardships in adapting to the monastery's life but nothing unbearable. The convent's older nun and Mother Superior could be quite rigid and prudish, but after Maria interacted with them during these few months, her opinion of them was better

Her daily activities consisted of attending morning prayer, doing the monastery chores, bible study with her fellow nun, or well, helping what she could help and making the convent a better place. The convent wasn’t just a place for nuns, it was also a shelter and asylum for the poor soul in need. The city their convent was located was a harsh place to live, like any other big city, various kinds of vice permeated the life of its inhabitant, a place where the goodness of man slowly corroded with sins.

There had been several whores running away from their pimp and seeking asylum at the convent each year, some back to their normal life after the convent helping them connect with the police to protect their safety from their pimp, a few of them, called by the Holy Spirit chose to left their former way of life, and chose to enter the monastery as a nun. Hence, some of the senior nuns in the convent were retired prostitutes with sexy bodies hidden under their robes.

Maria was quite shocked when one day, a familiar face to her, sought asylum in the convent. Patricia Owens was her neighbor before Maria moved to the convent for her novitiate, Patricia was several years older than Maria, she was like a kind older sister to Maria. Patricia was a businesswoman, she had a good career as a general manager in a big firm in the city. Patricia also engaged with a good partner, her life was almost perfect, and even Maria sometimes envied her kind neighbor, but what happened to Patricia during these months Maria lived in the monastery? Except for her slightly familiar face, the current Patricia in front of her was very different from Patricia she knew before she moved to the monastery. When she first came to the monastery, the woman was gaudy in appearance; platinum blonde hair teased big, a golden stud on her nose, and two other piercings above her right brow, thick whorish makeup. She wore A tight tube top that was barely able to contain her huge new fake tits, a short faux fur coat to compliment her top, a conspicuous black choker with a small goat skull pendant, tight black micro-skirt, fishnet stockings, and incredibly hard to walk 8-inch heels

Maria almost convinced herself that the woman wasn’t Patricia, but from her ID card, Maria must admit that the woman was the same Patricia she knew before.

Patricia came to the monastery in a not-right mental state, she was on the edge of insanity. She kept babbling that the devil was chasing her. She even barely could remember any memories of her life coherently as if she had amnesia. It saddened Maria when she asked whether Patricia could remember her or not, the woman took several minutes of silence before answering that she found Maria familiar but didn’t remember her name.

What happened to her during these few months? The question kept lingerie on Maria’s mind, but with Patricia’s current condition, she probably would not get her answer.

“It’s safe here, don’t be afraid, the devil will not chase you here,” the other nun who came with Maria, Sister Kim, tried to assure Patricia and calm her down.

Sister Kim looked at Patricia with sympathy, she was once a runaway hooker that seek asylum in the convent, Sister Kim came from Korea to this city when she was just a 20-year-old young girl to seek opportunity, but unfortunately, she fell into the grasp of evil men, and was forced to sell her body to the lustful perverts. Luckily, she could survive the ordeals and ran away from her pimp, and sought asylum in the convent, after the matter died down, and the vile criminal was arrested, sister Kim chose to be a nun in the convent instead of returning to her home country.

After taking note of Patricia's identity and situation, Sister Kim asked Maria to come out of the room with her to let Patricia get some rest.

The next day, Maria and Sister Kim visited Patricia once again, this time with Mother Greta accompanying them.

Patricia was a lot calmer this time, but their problem still persist, when Mother Greta asked who her pimp was and the detail of their identity so the Convent could assist them to connect with the police, Patricia shook her head, she didn’t know the name of her pimp, the girls under him called him Master, and she could only describe him vaguely, any further push for detail would trigger Patricia’s panic attack. Worried that they will aggravate her condition, they stopped asking her about her pimp. Right now, they could only be a good host and protect Patricia from further harm.

“Beware of the devil, the devil is real,” Patricia said before the three nuns went out of her room,

Mother Greta then invited Maria and Sister Kim to her room.

“So, what do you think about the devil in our guest’s words?” Mother Greta threw them a question on their way back.

Sister Kim was the first one who answered because of her seniority between the two, “We believe that God is real, so does the devil, but the devil she said probably refer to her pimp, instead of a real devil figure, she was traumatized by her pimp and see them as a devil.”

"To be honest, I am familiar with our guest this time, her name is Patricia Rhodes, she was my neighbor back in my old house, and she was a good woman. I don’t know what happened to her these few months that she suddenly turned from a good businesswoman into looking like a whore. Maybe it is really the devil's handiwork? But can a devil walk in daylight among us? Rather than that frightening possibility, I agree with Sister Kim that she was traumatized by her pimp or maybe her clients,” Maria answered.

Mother Greta sighed, “Unfortunately, calling the police is not in our options because we lack information about her pimp. Maria because you are familiar with our poor guest, you shall check on her daily while she is here.”

“Yes, Mother Superior.”

A week later, the convent didn’t expect the mysterious pimp that they lacked information about, to be daring enough to appear in front of their door. Contrary to their imagination of scary looking big man who looked like a gang member, the one who came to them was a well-dressed middle-aged woman who was quite pretty but put too much heavy makeup on her face. A brothel madam. Maria guessed. The woman was accompanied by another gray-haired man dressed in priest garb, something that made even Mother Greta surprised.

The man introduced himself as Father Robert Bael, and the lady beside her was Mrs. Ivanna Kohls. The name ‘Ivanna Kohls’ seemed familiar to Maria’s ears, as she recalled the names of a big charity foundation founder, but these two couldn’t be the same person, right? Here we got a brothel madam active in prostituting other women, another one was a woman famous for her philanthropy act.

Father Bael stated that the reason he was there was to mediate between the Convent and his old friend, Madam Ivanna.

Mother Greta accepted his reasoning, and invited those strange duo to her office for their discussion, while the mother superior asked Maria to check on Patricia and kept her feeling safe.

When the novice entered Patricia’s room, she already looked very anxious which reminded Maria of the first day Patricia came to the convent.

“I can feel the devil is near, I hear his voice in my ears, he is coming for me!” Patricia was hysteric.

While Maria was trying to calm her down, she still caught some points coming from Patricia's rambling of madness. She called the devil 'he', a man, instead of referred the devil as 'she' considering the woman dressed like a brothel madam. And the only man who came to the convent this time was Father Robert, a priest.

Thank God that a novice like her was the one that heard that. Gossiping about others and insulting someone was one thing, but outright calling a priest a devil was a malicious and very offensive remark, if someone else in this Convent heard her, they probably would give Patricia stink eyes and might rebuke her on the spot.

Hours later, Father Bael, Mother Greta, and Madam Ivanna went out of Mother Greta's office, all with wide smiles on their face. It seemed that the mediation was going well.

Madam Ivanna went back to wherever her place was, but Father Bael stayed. Mother Greta then announced that Father Bael would take a ministry in the convent for a few months.

"Father Bael would preside over the morning sermon and our bible study sessions instead of me for the next few months. Worry not, Father Bael is more knowledgeable than I am regarding the bible. I had a discussion with him and he opened my eyes to many details of the bible verse that I missed in my self-study, so, it is your chance to deepen your understanding of God’s word with him," Mother Greta explained in front of the communion of nuns. she seemed excited to share the news.

The news about Father Bael staying here was probably 'good' news for the majority of the convent, but for Patricia, their other guest, it might be bad news considering her state of mind.

The next day.

It was the first time Maria missed the morning sermon since she moved to the convent. She was worried about Patricia’s state of mind and checked on Patricia early in the morning before the morning sermon time, but it seemed like a bad decision on her part, Patricia was trying to stop her from going to the morning prayer and begging Maria to stay with her. Maria took pity on her long-time acquaintance and chose to accompany her.

"Just this time," Maria mumbled. She compromised. God would know that she skipped today's morning sermon not because she was lazy, but because of her compassion for others, right?

Hours later, after Patricia calmed down, she finally let go of Maria. Maria went out of her room and she instantly got alarmed when she saw Father Bael walk in her direction. She didn't have any prejudice against the gray-haired priest, but Patricia outright had an episode and called the priest a devil. What if the elderly priest heard the remark and got offended?

Maria stopped Father Bael on his path, "Father," Maria greeted.

"Hmm…I don't see you this morning in the prayer hall, sister…" The priest looked at Maria with an observing look.

Did he just ogle at my body? Maybe it's just my imagination.

"Maria, a novice. I apologize for missing your first morning prayers, Father. Our convent's guest is feeling unwell, and I need to take care of her, she is fine now but she still needs some rest, do you want to meet with her, Father?" Maria asked, she was preparing an argument to stop Father Bael if he answered that he would go to visit Patricia.

“Yes, but from what you said, she is resting now, I shall not disturb her rest then, maybe next time, I can be luckier,” the priest turned around, but he looked at Patricia’s room one more time. His eyes glowed red. His eyes are glowing red, wait what? Maria blinked, she stared at Father Bael’s eyes and found it normal, just his deep charming black pupil. The glowing fiery red eyes were probably just her imagination.

“Anything wrong with my face, Maria?” Asked the father as he noticed the novice was staring at him.

“No, Daddy – I mean, No, Father, sorry, my tongue’s slipped,” Maria didn’t know why she called Father Bael Daddy, it just slipped into her mind, then her mouth treacherously uttered it.

The Father chuckled, “It’s fine, anyone can slip up sometimes, you may call me daddy as long as you are being a good girl, and a good girl doesn’t miss her morning prayer.” After saying that, Father Bael finally walked away, leaving Maria stunned and alone in the hallway.

It was a weird experience for Maria, if anyone else said the same thing as Father Bael, she would have already crept out, but instead, she felt turned on when she heard Father Bael say that she was a good girl. She could feel her panties dampen. Maria was ashamed of herself. She wanted to be a nun, and a nun was a bride of Christ, if she couldn’t hold her sexual urge, she would fail as a nun.

"Is Father Bael really a devil as Patricia said?" Maria mumbled weakly, she had been afraid to say the words out loud, and the question was lingering in her mind this week.

She had followed Father Bael’s morning sermon this week, at first, there was nothing weird, but as days passed, she felt a weird attraction to Father Bael, but the stronger her lust for the priest, the more she put her guard up against him. Maria had observed the priest's every gesture and behavior during his sermon in vigilance, and several times, she caught on when Father Bael's eyes shone with a bloody red glow for a few seconds.

The creature calling itself Father Robert Bael was not a simple human being, probably not a human being in the first place. What kind of human could make his eye glow violent blood red? Vampire? Devil? She didn’t have an answer. None of the other sisters thought that something about Father Bael was strange. They didn’t believe her when she said that Father Bael’s eyes were glowing red. Maria even went to Mother Greta to express her concern, but like the other, the Mother Superior shrugged off her concern and told her that she was imagining things out because of exhaustion.

The only ally who believed her was Patricia, the one who had been telling her that Father Bael was a devil in disguise. But after Father Bael got his chance to talk with her one time when she let her guard down, he seemed to get her under his thumb.

When Maria asked her if she thought Father Bael was a devil, Patricia looked at her incredulously as if judging her. Patricia didn’t recall that she was the first one who called him a devil before Maria was. Maria guessed that Father Bael was doing something on Patricia’s mind. The power of the devil was at work here.

Patricia had been Father Bael’s little follower since that and began to join morning sermons with the other sisters of the convent. It should be a good thing that another lost lamb heard the holy calling to serve God. If only Patricia didn’t wear an extremely skimpy and slutty dress during the sermon that was very contrasting with the nuns around her.

"Maria, we have been over this, you are just imagining things!" Mother Greta had maintained perfect patience throughout all of Maria's accusations about Father Bael, her expression was unchanging, a smiling-not-taking-matter-seriously face. “Maria, it’s not I do not take your warning seriously, but you are the only person in the convent who seems to have a problem with Father Bael. The Father had been doing wonders for our convent, we should feel honored by his presence here, and not smearing his wonderful deeds with accusation, it's unbecoming for a novice like you to accuse Father Bael as a devil.”

“I’m sorry, Mother Greta, but –”

"-No but, young lady. Please let this matter end here, except if you bring me undeniable proof of these extraordinary claims of yours, I don’t want you to utter such thing as a devil has taken residence in our convent the second time, you understand?”

Maria hesitated but she still nodded her head over Mother Greta's warning.

“Seriously, Maria, this could affect your novitiate because you do what a nun shouldn’t do. What you do is only harassing our honored guest, a fellow servant of God to boot."

“I’m sorry, Mother.”

“It’s fine, you should take a rest, have a nice sleep, I think you are stressed out. Good Night,” Maria knew that this was Mother Greta asking her to leave her room.

Maria went out of Mother Greta’s office, and then walked toward her own room, but before she went too far. She saw Father Bael entering the room.

Am I really wrong in accusing Father Bael of being a devil in disguise? Is it simply my imagination?

Maria had her doubt, but the bloody, malicious, red eyes flashed in her mind once again. She believed that it wasn’t just her imagination. Father Bael wasn’t a human being, and as the only one in the convent that had a clear understanding of Father Bael’s true nature, she would save the convent from the devil’s grasp.

The night passed and the sun was rising.

Last night, she was mulling over how to prove that Father Bael was a devil before sleepiness took her without any warning last night. The Devil was known to be deceitful, and sly. It would be a challenge for her to confront him directly. She needed to be smart and caught him off guard. Her first plan was to take a photo of the Father’s glowing red eyes, but she scrapped the plan considering his eyes were only glowing red for a few seconds, and she lack the windows of opportunity to take the photo. Thus, came the second plan, she was going to extract a confession from Father Bael himself that he was a devil. How to do it? She planned to act like he had her under his thumb, then when the time was right, strike him on the back and force him to admit that he was really a devil in disguise.

She arrived at the sermon hall, a bit late than the other, but apparently, Father Bael noticed her arrival at the hall and he paused his preaching. It made every pair of eyes in the room stare at her. Keep calm, act normal, and don’t look at him as if judging him as a devil. Maria rehearsed what she needed to do in her mind.

Father Bael shifted his attention from her and back to his sermon. Maria breathed a sigh of relief silently in her mind and quickly took a vacant seat in the middle.

His sermon was normal as he usually delivered, he didn’t utter any blasphemy against God, and he had a deep understanding of the bible. His preaching seemed to be able to touch the heart of whoever heard it. Nothing showed that he was a devil.

Maria didn’t know at what point she dozed off, but Father Bael already finished his preaching when her awareness came back, the only thing she heard was the word ‘Amen’ to close his prayer.

Fuck. She realized that her hand instead of making a praying gesture. it was rubbing her crotch through her habit. She was horny as fuck and need an outlet for release. She looked at Father Bael who stand in front of the altar.

If evil, why hot? The elderly priest in her eyes looked at least a decade younger and a lot fitter than before. His hair instead of gray looked rather silvery now and the wrinkles on his face faded. She didn’t know whether it was her eyes playing a trick on her, or the devil was rejuvenating his appearance using whatever power in his possessions.

Maria was able to excuse herself to the toilet before she make a fool of herself. “C’mon Maria, you were supposed to fight him, the devil, instead of wanting to get fucked by him,” she told her reflection in the restroom’s mirror.

Several other sisters made their way into the restroom. Maria saw them applying or fixing their make-up. It was a new trend in the convent, it’s not like nuns using make-up was anything strange, but fixing their makeup every few hours, and coating their face with thick, heavy makeup was certainly a new thing.

Was it weird that nuns like them having their makeup done rivaling a whore? Obviously, but it was before Father Bael deepen their understanding of what made a suitable bride of God. He told them about the tale of the whore in the bible and wanted them to follow her example. He taught them that faithful ones like them also needed some vanities in their appearance to please God. They were bride and wife of Christ, and what is a wife that didn’t want to appear pleasing in the eyes of their husband? And the first small step to achieve that was having their make-up done thick, heavy, and whorish like a cheap streetwalking hooker.

Maria was accusing him as a devil, but his preaching totally made sense and nothing was weird. The devil sure was crafty and didn’t let any flaw!

Maria tried to quell the disappointment in her heart. Her plan should be perfect but the devil seemed clever enough to not take her bait.

This week, Father Bael taught them more about how to become a good girl, a good servant of God. One of his lessons was about how to behave around men and how to interact with other girls.

A good girl should flirt, and tease. Their gesture when there was a male around should signal that they were available to please them sexually and even non-sexually.
Maria had strictly adhered to the ‘good girls’ commandment that Father Bael taught them. As the only man in the convent, all the nuns' focus was on how to please him. Maria thought because she was one of the younger nuns in the convent, it would be easy to attract Father Bael’s attention to her. She was flirting with him, even as far as lifting her nun robe to flash him her underwear. But Father Bael wasn’t tempted by her, he chose to accept the invitation of other nuns to give them one-on-one ‘bible study’ instead.

What I am lacking? She believed that there was no problem with her appearance, she was one of the better-looking nuns in the convent, she was a pretty blond girl with a good-looking fashion model face, and her body figure also wasn’t anything bad with natural perky C-cup breast and shapely buttock.

Maria decided to take a peek at Sister Kim’s room to observe. The Korean nun was the lucky one today who get Father Bael's special tutoring to be a good bride of God.

Sister Kim undressed from her habit and let it fall to the floor. After Father Bael got enough mouthful view of her lithe yet sexy body, she turned around and twerked sexily in front of him for a while, a skill the Korean nun got when she was a whore back then.

She successfully stimulated Father Bael. The man bent her down. He pounded her pussy, Father Bael’s dick was pistoning in and out of Sister Kim’s pussy, making audible slapping sounds between their flesh. The Korean woman squealed loudly like a pig when Father Bael unleashed his load inside her.

The father praised sister Kim as a good girl, and Sister Kim was instantly on the verge of another orgasm. He showed a self-satisfied smile when he looked at Sister Kim who panting for a breath, his cum leaked out from her cunt.

It was a lie if Maria said she wasn’t envious of Sister Kim and every other sister who had the chance to get Father Bael’s private ‘study’, but she didn’t forget her mission, she didn’t want to just get ‘tutored’ privately by Father Bael. Unlike the rest of the sisters who wanted their snatch filled to show that they were devoted brides of God, Maria intended to make him confess that he was a devil when he was tired and vulnerable after filling her hole with his hot load.

But it looked like today wasn’t her lucky day, Maria swore to get him another day!

Shame…Shame!

Another failed day for Maria to get Daddy’s attention. She didn’t know what was wrong. She had forgone her nun habit for a more sexy dress as Daddy taught them, but still unable to get his eye on her.

After teaching them about proper make-up, and behaviors to be a good bride of God. The next thing that Daddy taught them was a good bride for God should appreciate their body and share the gift with others, they should wear no more boring clothes like the dull nun habit. They should be vain in appearance, dressed in only revealing, slutty, gaudy, or lust-inducing attire.

Thank God, that Daddy had a connection that provide the convent with access to that kind of clothes, of course, they still need to pay for that, and it drained the convent treasury empty, but Daddy said to not care about it, so even Mother Greta bought a lot and now was heavily in debt to Daddy. Maria had better self-control and only bought a few sets to fill her new wardrobe, she didn’t want to be in debt to the devil.

What Maria chose to wear today was a pink-colored mini dress with a very low-cut neck that showed a generous amount of her ample cleavage, she was proud of her natural C-cup perky boobs, but the truth still disappoint her. Daddy didn’t even look at her. Since everyone in the convent now wore revealing clothes to emphasize their best aside, another ex-hooker like Sister Pearl who had their tits done back in their days of whoring was standing out more than the rest who still had their natural appearance. Maria noticed that Daddy seemed to give preference to these kinds of women who look like fake bimbo whore. He didn’t hide his lecherous eyes from them and gave their pussies the honor to be graced by his cock a lot more.

A woman noble’s purpose was for her pussy and asshole to be filled by a man. When their pussy and asshole were vacant, they need to plug their cunt and ass with a vibrator and anal plug.

Maria didn’t remember from what passage in the bible that teaching was taken from, but even Mother Greta was applauding and cried in joy when she heard it in his sermon as if her heart was touched by the holy spirit.

Maria played with the vibrating dildo that lodged in her cunt since the morning, The dildo had a small strap on the end of it that could be used to hang or clip it to something, Maria clipped the strap to her clitoris. Now when her pussy muscles tried to expel the vibrator, it would tug painfully on her clit, and prevent the dildo from falling out of her cunt until she untied the strap. As someone whose hole had yet been graced by Daddy’s dick ever once, that dildo would stay on her cunt most of the time aside from when she needed to piss or when she playing with another Sister. The same was applied to the anal plug in her asshole.

The addition of a dildo in her pussy made it hard for her to focus and thought clearly, thankfully, Maria had strong willpower, and she had yet to lose sight of her plan. Maria was determined to prove that Daddy was a devil in disguise.

“Finally, I can show my new girls to these Slut,” after a week of rest, Maria finally unwrapped the bandage on her chest. She decided to have a boobs implant done a week ago, she loved her natural body, but she needed to admit that her natural body wasn’t good enough to compete with the other sluts and got Daddy’s attention. How could she make Daddy admit that he was a devil when he didn’t get attracted to her?

Call it desperation, after a month without any dicking, her willpower was on the verge of crumbling. Maria decided to go all in, she went to the plastic surgery to get her boobies done. She picked the biggest implant that the clinic could give to her, and thus, instead of her natural perky C-cup breast, it now 5000 cc silicon filled obviously fake gigantic juggs. Aside from her new juggs, she also did liposuction for her waist and got her butt filled when on it. Maria looked almost cartoonish now with her extreme body proportion. Her new body proportion came with the need to get some new clothes because what she bought before didn’t fit her new body anymore.

Her surgeries and new sets of clothes were paid for by Daddy, so she was now also knee-deep in his debt like any other slut in the convent. She of course was reluctant to be at the mercy of the devil, but she didn’t have any option left before her lust-filled cum-deprived brain went crazy.

Maria sashayed to the morning prayer hall in just her black micro bikini top and thong panties. Her makeup today was done over-the-top whorish. She was ready for her final showdown with the devil-in-human disguise.

At the door of the hall, Maria was stopped by Mother Greta, now calling herself Mistress Domina after the second baptism given by Daddy. Most of the sluts in the convent had been second baptized by Daddy and given a new name, but not Maria.

Mother Greta was a compassionate person who was patient in dealing with others, she sometimes could be hard-headed, but she could accept that she was wrong if someone provided stronger arguments, meanwhile, Mistress Domina was a cruel egocentric bitch, she was strict, intolerant of mistakes, and didn’t want her argument to be rebuked, the only one that could rebuke her was Daddy. She wore a fetish nun’s habit made from latex, instead of a robe, it was a skintight bodysuit that show off her new curves she got after heavy cosmetic surgery. Her new figure was similar to Maria but Mother Greta didn’t go overboard with her boobs, she only went for the 3000 cc ones instead of Maria's 5000 cc implant. Her face looked unnaturally plastic with her injecting botox all over her face.

Mistress Domina looked at Maria from bottom to top, after a few seconds, Mistress Domina nodded, approving the attire Maria wore for the morning sermon, and let her enter the hall of prayer. If at that time, Mistress Domina disapproved of her choice of clothing, the new Mother Superior was ready to give Maria some whipping to straighten her mind, the horse riding crop was never left her body since Mother Greta became Mistress Domina, she would use it to punish any slut who violate the so-called Good Girl’s commandment of Daddy or simply not pleasing for her eyes.

Inside the hall, instead of solemn praying, the Sister – the Slut as Daddy called them, were engaged in orgies, the lucky one could get the honor to service the magnificent dick of Daddy, while the rest was busy fucking with each other.

Their eyes met. His eyes were lingering on her, the longest time he did compare to what she got previously. Maria’s heart was beating faster, after so long she finally got her attention, her initial plan was successful. Now, for the next step.

“Daddy, this good girl wants your dick, I have waited for so long, I need to be fucked by you,” Maria begged, she turned around and then slapped her own buttock a few times to make it jiggle erotically, “please, Daddy… take me, fuck me.”

Her show of self-humiliation finally bore fruit; Daddy finally decide to honor her hole with his cock.

"Fuck me, Daddy! Use me as your majestic devil dick’s cocksleeve!"

“Fuck the faith out of me, Daddy.”

“Cum inside me, let me bear your devil spawn.”

Maria has egged him to gloat and hoped he slipped up and admitted that he was the devil, but the only response from him was a smirk as he keep pounding her roughly instead of getting what she hoped for. He never gave away the slightest hint, the slightest shred of evidence of his true nature. Perhaps she needed to admit that she was wrong, Daddy was just a human, and she was a slut like others. It was all her idea to act and dressed like a slut, and wasn’t because of a devil’s machination.

"Hail Satan!" Maria shouted at the top of her lungs, as the raging mind-blowing climax she had waited for months finally came. Daddy unleashed his huge load of jizz inside her. Her womb was being filled to the fullest at an unrealistic amount, she could see her belly quickly bloated like a pregnant woman.

Daddy pulled his cock out of her pussy, and his cum was gushing out of her cunt like a fountain.

Father Bael smiled at his handiwork, he smirked at Maria who was panting for a breath. He leaned to her, and whispered softly, inaudible to others except them.

“Your guess is right, I am a devil, but what can you do?”

Her eyes widen. Finally, Daddy admitted that he was a devil, it was the proof she needed. But dang it, the devil sure was sly, he made it so it was only her who heard his confession. It was basically the same as having no proof, she couldn’t do shit to him! She swore she would make him announce it loudly next time they fuck!

The Bad Habit was already operated for a few months now. If they were told that the strip club-cum-brothel was once a convent, they would not believe it. All traces of the convent's existence was wiped clean by Father Bael. The Bad Habit was the place of the nastiest god-forsaken whore, ironically, they had a lot of their hooker and stripper dressed in fetish nun uniforms, but there were also others dressed in another occupation fetish uniform, or just dressed skimpily like the hooker often found on the street. Bad Habit was a paradise for perverts, those whore of Bad Habit almost didn’t have a bottom line of what their John could do to them as long as they paid enough money.

The club-cum-brothel was jointly run by Madame Ivanna together with Mistress Domina. Nobody knew that the club was owned by someone else, someone named Robert Bael. All the hookers of the club, even Madame Ivanna, and Mistress Domina had signed a total slave contract with the man to pay their debt that had a ridiculously high interest that he intentionally set so they could never hope to settle it in their lifetimes.

“Today's auction spotlight is one of our top whore, Sister Mare the cum-draining demon, the highest bidder can spend the night with her, Sister Mare will drain you dry and give you the best fuck in your life!” Mistress Domina announced

On the stage, stood Maria, now baptized by Daddy, and got her new name, Mare. She was dressed in a succubus costume and looked like a beautiful devil. It was ironic that she still couldn’t prove that Daddy was a devil but she already got a moniker as cum-draining demon.

“Now, let’s begin the bid for our sex devil, Sister Mare!”

The End