How could they?

"Thank you, Johan," Charity mumbled as she stood just inside my door, a cute blush adorning her face as she avoided my gaze.

I smiled and placed a hand on my new pet's head, stroking my thumb through her hair as she looked up at me. "I'm happy to help," I replied, my smile growing as Charity seemed to contemplate something for several moments before throwing herself forward and burying her face in my chest. "Though, I am curious as to where Lilly is. She's been with you every time you needed to visit the past three weeks."

"She has to clean the dormitories," Charity explained. "Sister Holly was making fun of the initiates and Lilly stood up to her. They ended up getting into a fight that ended with Lilly slapping her." That made sense. Before Charity and Lilly had left to return to their room three weeks ago, I cast one more spell that planted the tiniest seed of dark magic within their beings - something so small, not even the wards around the abbey could detect it. That seed, however, was one of the most impressive pieces of magic I had ever created, and would be instrumental in my mission to bring down the Red Riding Hoods.

At first, the seed did only two things: stir minor feelings of negativity in those who were already initiated in the Sisterhood, and absorb and collect the ambient magical energy from the abbey. As the seed grew, it would grant the girls an increase in strength, skill, intelligence, and magical prowess, through gradual doses to their bodies' own reserves of power - increasing them as a result - while sending the rest back to me, increasing my strength. As the seeds continue to drain the magic around the abbey, the wards protecting it will also get weaker and weaker, allowing them to spread into other women there and increase my influence.

Creating the exception for Charity was easy, as she had already fallen out of her accursed Goddess' favour on that night three weeks prior, and so, her power was now being channelled through herself, instead of relying on the mercurial whims of an absent deity. And as the negative feelings of the Sisterhood become more pronounced, it will only get easier and easier for me to lure them away from her disgusting light.

"And what about you?" I asked.

Charity shook her head, still refusing to leave the refuge of my embrace. "I tried to protest the punishment, but Sister Holly is my senior. There was nothing I could do." There was genuine remorse in her tone as she explained this, and I hummed in understanding as I led her towards the table and sat her down.

"Is that really the truth?" I asked, causing the girl to sit up in shock as indignation made her meet my gaze.

"Of course it is!" She snapped. I stood up, towering over her, and making her shrink back in on herself as she expected some sort of retribution.

"I know that," I murmured, placing my finger under her chin and steering her gaze back to mine. "I'm well acquainted with the authoritarian way the Sisterhood treats those they perceive as below themselves, even within their own order. But, if I know that, and you know that, the question remains, why have you come here?"

"What do you mean?"

"You and Lilly come here to receive punishments for the sins of your body," I explained. "This guilt your feeling is not from lust, so why are you here?"

"I... I don't know," Charity admitted. "I keep thinking that there has to be something I can do to help her, but every avenue of thought simply ends with me being punished as well, or making things worse for her."

"Maybe," I offered slowly, using my thumb to swipe away the tear that threatened to spill from the corner of her eye. "That's what you want?"

"I don't understand," Charity muttered.

"You want to help Lilly," I elaborated, "but the guilt from not having done so is clouding your thoughts. Could it be you came here hoping I could relieve you of that burden?"

Charity's bright eyes widened in wonder at my ability to understand her better than herself, and I smiled at my pet's progress. I had already decided that she and Lilly, as the first of my conquests would be more than mere bitches for breeding the next generation of werewolves. In the time that I had spent exerting my influence over the two of them, I gradually came to discover an untapped potential in the both of them that matched that of the Red Riding Hoods of old that fought me and my kin, and far exceeded that of the modern day Sisters. Seeing the awe in her eyes as I was seemingly able to understand her heart and mind better than she herself could went a long way in reinforcing that loyalty that would be necessary for me to nurture their raw potential without fear of betrayal down the road.

Charity opened her mouth to reply, but I cut her off by pulling her to her feet and dragging her over to my bed where I sat down yanking her across my lap at the same time. Releasing my restraint on my pheromones, I exerted my will over the young woman as I grabbed both her dainty wrists with one hand, and yanked down her leather breeches with the other, pulling up the red tunic she wore slightly so that I could stroke the soft skin at the base of her spine between rubbing circles into her pert cheeks.

"As we have already discussed it, I will not demand it now, but bear in mind that in the future I will expect you and Lilly to tell me why you are being punished. Understood?" Charity nodded and I delivered a quick, sharp smack to her backside causing her to yelp. "You will address me as Sir for the duration of the punishment, and answer all questions verbally. Now, do you understand what I've told you?"

Charity shivered as my deep voice rumbled through her, and I watched her body tense as part of her continued to fight against submission before eventually nodding her head and whispering, "yes, Sir."

"Good girl," I replied, moving my fingers down to her pussy, which was already starting to moisten and stroking it fondly with a couple of fingers, causing Charity to tremble on my lap. "Now, I will be giving you ten slaps. You will count each one, and finish by saying 'thank you, Sir'. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," Charity whimpered as I gave her needy pussy another stroke of praise. Her needy whimper as I pulled away quickly became a yelp more of surprise than pain as I quickly brought my hand back down to crash into her ripe backside. It took her a moment, and I was nearly about to punish her again, when she managed to find her voice and shakily moaned, "O-one. Thank you, Sir."

"Good girl," I murmured, rubbing my palm over where I had just hit her before rearing back and smacking the other cheek just as hard.

"Two!" She cried out immediately, tears forming in the corner of her eyes once more. "Tha-thank you, Sir."

"Three! Thank you, Sir!"

"Four! Thank you, S-S-Sir!"

"Five!" She hollered, tears flowing down her cheeks as she shook and shivered, trying desperately to get out of my iron grip. "Th-Th-Thank y-y-you, Sir."

"Just five more to go," I murmured, stroking her already glowing red cheeks as she sobbed over my leg. The juices from her needy pussy were already starting to leak through my pants, and I could feel my dick straining against her stomach.

"P-Please, Mist- Sir," Charity hiccoughed. "I-I don't think I can-"

"Then don't," I growled softly. "Let me do the thinking for you. When you're with me, all you need to think about is being my good girl. You're halfway done, and you're doing so well," I reached down and stroked the inside of her pussy as I flexed my dick against her stomach. "Do you feel that?" I asked rhetorically, though she nodded anyway. "That's proof that you are being a good girl for me. No praying and waiting for a sign from a Goddess who doesn't care about, no trying to please the other Sisters. All you need to focus on is that right there, and being my good girl. Let me worry about the rest."

Charity was silent for several minutes as she tried to process my words, and I pumped more pheromones into the air. Eventually, I flexed my dick against her once more and she wiggled in my grasp - this time trying to get closer to me.

"Okay," she murmured quietly. "Please continue, Sir."

"That's my good girl," I replied, plunging my fingers inside her and making her mewl with need before withdrawing them and preparing myself to spank her again. "Just five more."

Charity wasn't even done nodding before I started raining blows on her ass once more. Not once did she miscount, or forget to say anything, despite having been reduced to body-wracking sobs by the end of her punishment that I knew was from more than just physical pain. Gathering the crying girl up in my arms, I laid back in my bed, stroking her abused ass with one hand while the other reached into my nightstand and pulled out the same ointment I had used three weeks ago. Scooping up some of the cream, I proceeded to apply it to her warm, red backside, while my free hand now drifted down and started to gently finger her as she buried her face in my chest.

It was a testament to how deeply she was inside the sensations she was feeling that she didn't even say anything, only mewling softly as I gently stroked the inside of her cunt before circling her clit until a soft orgasm washed over her and she let out the most sensual, crooning moan I had ever heard before melting on top of me, idly rubbing her still sensitive pussy against the bulge of my erection. As she basked in the joy of being mine, I felt the seeds within her and Lilly grow, the connection between the two of them allowing for them both to be nurtured by an ever growing affection for me, as well as an increasing disdain for the Sisterhood with whom they had pledged their lives.