(Main Story) Bria checks out the town and her future catches.

Bria woke up late that morning. With an empty bed, and the stench of cum, she realized Sandra has gone up early to get Dory to be a student. Rhianna was long gone, as was the car, though it felt nice having the place to herself, but not so nice to be the one responsible for cleaning, as she began to do once she crawled out of the sheets.

Opening the curtains, Bria got a pleasant glimpse of the distant little place that was the town. So small, yet so homely with all the leaves turning from green to soft shades of maple yellows and vibrant reds.

Bria jumped by what she thought was something moving in the small woods, and with that short startle, a single fact reminded her that she was not just here for vacation.

'The night sisters and Savannah Lee.'

If Bria is caught, all was lost. If Bria does not provide results, all was lost.

Bria closed the blinds and prepared to go out. "Alright," she says looking in the bathroom mirror, pulling back her hair. "Let's get some buns in the oven."

A short walk from her was a small bridge over a running creek that lead into another neighborhood. Pleasant place, and people waved at her, although she noticed some odd stares and glares. That was when she realized every woman wore skirts, just like Sandra's, but with varying designs.

Further in, taller apartment buildings lined the main street of a market area, with its brick walls and marbled bases, and old-school lampposts, which some were even hand lit. Banners hung over the ledges with advertisements, sports players, and several slogans either quoting from what seems like a prayer or motiovational poster.

Bria got into an air-conditioned clothing store, and bought herself a skirt, something matching to the tryst she slept with.

'Now let's check out the church.'

On the way, so many girls continued to inspect Bria. Naturally, she towers over them, but instead of the odd glances, she notices they were, in part, interested in her. What truly caught Bria attention was when someone slipped a sexual moan right next to her and the other girls giggled, still turning to watch her before pretending to resume a conversation.

'Are they cat-calling me? They wouldn't know I am a futa. My short jeans and skirt would cover me. Hmm...I wonder?'

Bria turned the corner, and stood before a large courtyard with the central church right in the middle. It was imposing. A small cathedral with two towers on either end, and a round, glass mural, depicting a heavenly woman on the front that hung over the large gates into the hall. Bricked, but the stones were significantly larger and gray as opposed to the red and white of the town buildings. It was old, certainly, with weathered walls, cracks on its surface, and low hanging moss and vines covering the sides. Bria was no building assessor, but she could easily picture this wss their oldest structure here.

As Bria approached, she is met with more looks that peer out from black robes, following her every step. Women stood around in groups, idling and gossiping. There was hardly a worthwhile feature to notice about them, other than their half-hidden faces and bland robes.

Bria imagined what those bodies must look under all that blandness.

'It's funny how these robes turn me on,' Bria thought. 'They hide their beauty in the most mundane wear possible. And I can imagine those robes fit two people - a little trick for some public fun.

Bria continues on observing the women around her. Many were on their knees in prayer over old tombstones. Angelic-like figures were engraved in some, with ceramic bowls filled with leaf petals and old fruits at the foot of the small monument.

Further up, other priestesses were gathered around a table, sewing banners and what seemed to be party strings. Some sort of event or party coming? Bria could only imagine.

But as she reached the door, curious to get a look inside, she was stopped by another priestess. "Excuse me, miss. All sisters must wear a robe before entering."

"Sorry, but I'm not a sister...," Bria was ready to explain.

"You are the second you wish to enter. Sightseers are welcome, but as long as you are here, we only ask that you uphold this one practice and do not disturb those who are in prayer."

Bria nods, and dawns the black robe. It's big and baggy wear made her hotter, only grateful to get the chance to be inside where the interior was marginally cooler.

Inside, there were several rows of pews, with an opening split down the middle, leading up to the center altar, behind which was a large stone circle, acting as a heavy table where several small statuettes were placed upon it going around the surface. Two other ladies were kneeling with their hands clasped together while quietly muttering to themselves.

To the sides of the main hall, there were corridors, acting as secondary passanges, containing more relics and other iconography and paintings, along with a few other chambers leading to other chambers and small rooms.

Everywhere, sisters were walking about, reading in silence their thick books, kneeling before the many icons in the hall, dragging more festive supplies from one room to another, or walking about in wonder. There were many young, and many older ladies, all of them taking little notice Bria.

'A pretty place for worship,' Bria thought. 'It's hard to imagine all of these women going about their day, forbidden from having children. All these statues look erotic. I mean, they depict naked women in flashy poses. Wouldn't this kind of stuff excite women, to be here all day, seeing them?'

"Excuse me, ma'am," Bria turns to face a woman in a gray robe, with her cowl removed, and her hair tied in a bun. Two other women in black robes, also with their cowls down, waited behind her. "I take it you are new here?"

Bria nodded. "I am. And who might you be?"

"I am High Mistress, Katelyn," she says, and all Bria could think was 'Bingo!' "I presume you aren't from our town?"

"What gave that away?" Bria chuckled.

"Most of our townsfolk would know where to go, and not stand in the way when in my presence." Katelyn says it with a subtle sneer.

"Of course." Bria said. "I wanted to visit and see what this church was about. It seems everyone here is very devoted."

This brought a smile to Katelyn. "Naturally, we are. This is one of two churches in the town, but this is exclusively an all-women church. You won't find a single man here, just as you won't find a woman in the male church. The principle of our church is to follow the examples of our chief patronesses, and the teachings of our Goddess who bestowed the world with her heavenly gift. Women. Through their lessons and experiences, we understand our place in the universe, and how to better serve humanity."

"Interesting. And I take it the lady in the glass mural represents the Goddess?"

Katelyn nods. "She is the life-bringer, the one whose created our world and stars. We are her children. We pay alms and ceremonies in her name that we may someday give back as thanks for our lives."

"And how would a woman give back so much? Raise a child?" Bria asked.

"Among other ways, yes," Katelyn said without the slightest hint of ire. "There is no shame in it, as it both serves our Goddess, and serve oneself with fulfilment in life. It is a worthy goal of any woman, should the right time happen."

"The right time? Wouldn't that be when they want a child?"

Katelyn shakes her head, and Bria sees the smile slip away. "Sometimes, one must pray and wait for an answer on such matters. It is unworthy to want a child for selfish reasons. A time will come for children, even for you, miss. Do not be hasty, and you will be rewarded."

"But..." Bria was about to ask another question, but Katelyn raises a hand to stop her. Bria further noticed there were a few looks of disdain from the other two priestesses behind her, although she was sure one of them was directing it towards Katelyn.

"Pardon me, child, but there are many duties at this time I must fulfill. You may stay and watch, or even come to mass. Goddess grant you everlasting joy."

Katelyn and her entourage walk past her and into one of the side chambers. As they walk, Bria further observes the other sisters. Some were forcibly avoiding looking at lead woman. Others, as before, had that disdainful expresion.

'So this High Priestess isn't well liked? I wonder if it has something to do with the ordinances.

Bria walked around, inspecting the intricate artwork, the tapestries, the relics and statuettes, but her mind was elsewhere, thinking all the ways she could twist these pure angels to do a little sinning.

'On the outside, they are in prayer, looking as though they are reflecting on their teachings. But if there is enough disturbance caused by these laws, could I exploit it? Christy has her so called sex ordinance, and is supported by Katelyn. But Katelyn's power can only exist as long as her supporters continue to maintain her.'

Bria glances around at all these women around her.

'But I wonder. What would happen if I could convince every single one of Katelyn's supporters to concieve my child? What would happen to her then?'