It's at the Cathedral of course

"Hansen, Takamura report. Have you found anything?" Asked Wilma as she idly fondled some latex dildo panties and a peephole bra.

Rebecca Hansen blinked twice, her mind cleared and she focused on what was at hand; She was looking down at Gwen Takamura's face, her left hand was wrapped in Takamura's black hair her right gripping her chin, disdain plastered over her features. There was a gloss to Takamura's lips and Rebecca could taste cherry on her tongue as she licked her own lips and teeth. She could see Gwen's pretty looking back up at her, fear in her eyes but a smile on her lips, her breath fast and shallow.

Rebecca slowly let go of Gwen's hair, her look of disdain replaced with one of shock and then embarrassment. She backed away from her colleague who straightened up and looked at the floor rather than in Rebecca's eyes. Her right hand struggled to find the pressel for her commlink.

"All good here Colonel" she almost stuttered "Just more clothing er we are heading down to you."

Wilma was fidgeting and maneuvering herself into the latex dildo panties, slowly aligning her holes with the rubber phalluses, she was still turned on her and she used her fluids to lube her arsehole. she smiled then sharply pulled the panties up and over her hips; moaning loudly as they popped into place, she harshly pinched her exposed nipples and cupped her now latex covered breasts, eyes closed, breathing hard. She sighed and got her flight gear back on though she only just managed it as Hansen emerged from the stairwell followed a few yards behind by Takamura who was still acting in a very submissive manner.

Wilma eyed her colleagues with a dominant gaze, smiling at Takamura's posture.

"Right we need to get some answers and I think the Cathedral type structure is a good place to start. Any problems with that." It wasn't a question it was a challenge, almost a demand.

"No Colonel." stated Hansen, Takamura just looked down.

"Good, right lets see if our bat friends are still there."

The trio made their way over to the windows at the front of the store, Wilma put her hands on the glass, as she did so she was assaulted by memories and knowledge. The bat creatures were called Strigoi, they were a Vampiric creature that drank the blood of live stock and sometimes other Alien races but never the Vorvons. In fact some Vorvons kept them as companions as they were intelligent and loyal. Wilma stared out at them as the waited on the buildings outside, her eyes glowed red for the briefest moment as she wished the Strigoi would leave. Suddenly the Strigoi extended their wings and took to the sky, soaring higher and higher leaving the square behind them.

Wilma was shocked by her seeming ability to control the Strigoi but recovered enough to be able to turn around; as she did so though the dildos inside her gave her a sharp sensual reminder of their presence and she almost lost her balance.

"The Strigoi have gone lets go." she stated.

"The what?" asked Hansen

"The er bat creatures, the ah are called Strigoi. I saw some papers over there." Wilma pointed toward a corner.

Hansen went to move in that direction but Wilma stopped her." We don't have time for that lets go."

The trio left the security of the clothing store and with weapons drawn, they moved tactically across the square, by now Gwen had started to get back to her normal self.

The distance across the square was 800 metres and they kept bounding overwatch all the way across till a display caught Wilma's eye. She signaled a halt and moved over to the large picture that loomed over them. Wilma had seen a male Vorvon before but not a female and she was interested in what she would look like when she eventually became who she was meant to be and as she stared up she was overjoyed with what she saw. The Vorvon woman was tall, over six foot and slender but with a incredibly well defined musculature and large sculptured tits and arse. The females eyes were a dull red, her lips full and dark and her skin was a similar shade to the male Vorvons though the similarities seemed to end there. The female had sharp almost talon like nails just like the males but they were shorter, her ears were pointed in a similar way to fantasy elves from Earth, her eyebrows weren't bushy and unkempt but clearly shaped and maintained. She had some similar markings on her forehead but nothing unsightly. Her black hair was in a sharp top knot and she ware a nylon body suit like Wilma was wearing beneath her flight suit, over it was a fetishists dream of a nuns habit, the skirt very short, it's sleeves puffed at the top but skin tight down to her fingertip less gloves. The boots she wore were long, their heel sharply pointed. The wimple seemed to be almost solid and was held by the female in front of her chest as if she was preparing to put it on. There was what could only be described as a religious symbol on the front of the habit in red, it was what Wilma could only describe to herself as a Satanic perversion of the female sex symbol, spiked and defaced. It was the hottest thing Wilma had ever seen, the woman was incredible, a vision in black latex and nylon, a focus for her newly acquired fetishes. She imagined herself servicing this woman, tasting her, biting caressing, spanking and putting her in her place. Praise Vorval she was wet, she turned the question of who Vorval was ignored.

"Let's hurry ladies I feel we may get answers in the cathedral."

Rebecca Hansen was staring at the picture as well, her thoughts similar to Wilma's but she was confessing proudly her sexual deviancy to the female then paying her debauched penance gladly to the sister sitting before her. She smiled as she started to move across the open space, looking back to see Gwen looking up at the picture slowly rubbing her sex , the zip of her suit undone her hand working hard inside her underwear.

"Ensign!" she hissed

Takamura, shocked and embarrassed whipped her hand out of her now sopping knickers and abused cunt, she looked down as Hansen approached her. Rebecca Hansen grabbed her wet hand, juices still coating her fingers and Hansen licked the digits clean.

"Move Cr' ckaol" she said hang on what did that mean? where did that come from?

Takamura zipped herself up quickly and started to move toward the cathedral covering her arcs of fire, Rebecca had to run to catch up.

They got to the main entrance of the Cathedral and as they approached the massive doors swung open for them.

"Ominous" Whispered Hansen.

"Wonderful." replied Wilma.