Make Ally Send Her Friends Away

"I believe the smartest thing to do," Sister Lucille started, wiping some of Ally's spit from her chin, "is to have our little pet send her friends back home. Nothing kills loyalty like temptation, and my guess is that our little one here could be pretty easily swayed back by that pretty, blonde friend of hers." Sister Lucille winked at Ally as she spoke. "Not that she doesn't have a new pretty, blonde friend standing right in front of her. Tell me, pet, who is more beautiful, your friend or me?"

Ally thought for a moment about Jenny's perfect, perky tits, her toned stomach, the feel of her warm hands around Ally's cock... But staring at Sister Lucille, she had to admit that Lucille was far more beautiful. Lucille's breasts were full and plump, stretching the white fabric of her habit, a hint of fat, pink nipples beneath the thin cloth around her bosom. Her eyes were a deeper blue, an azurite sea, that made her seem not only wise but a bit mystical as well; her eyes glimmered with secrets and dazzled Ally with their shine. And her taste... Lucille's spit was still sitting on Ally's tongue, melting into her mouth like sweet candy...

"You," Ally admitted. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

"Watch yourself, pet," Mistress said, painfully slapping her ass cheek in a way that made Ally gasp. "Remember who you belong to."

"Yes, Mistress," Ally said quickly. "I'm sorry, Mistress. I was only trying to please your partner. You are the only one I care for." Her eyes flicked Sister Enna up and down, noting the smaller girl's own beauty. Though more petite than Sister Lucille, her dark eyes were like the shadows between stars in the night sky: Impossible to look away from, impossible not to stare at, impossible not to fall into. Her cheeks and chin hushed against her face, making her seem compact, put-together, and firm. Her hair, dark as her eyes, spilled from her habit in a gentle bounce; the kind of hair you wanted to just rub your face against, inhaling the essence of the girl. And, in truth, Ally preferred the small, pert tits of Sister Enna over the larger, rounded breasts of Sister Lucille. She liked the feel of them in her hands, of the little nipples pressing against her skin...

"Damn straight," Mistress said. "And you, Sister Lucille, stop trying to poach my pet." Sister Lucille raised her hands in an innocent gesture. "Though I have to admit, your idea is good... Pet, go send your friends back home. You have no need for them anymore, understand?"

"I understand, Mistress," Ally said, nodding, rubbing the pain from her ass where Enna had smacked it.

"Very good," Mistress said, raising to her toes to press her lips against Ally's. Their tongues slid against each other, fitting together and painting each other in their saliva, between the soft, smacking sound of their kisses. Sister Enna lowered a hand to Ally's hardening, cum-soaked cock, and teased the length between her small, delicate fingers. Then, just as quickly as she'd started, she pulled away. "Now let's get you dressed up so you don't forget who your fucking master is."

Ally was confused, but only for a moment, as Mistress rummaged her suitcase for a little device that Ally recognized instantly as a small, pill-shaped vibrator. With a playful grin, Mistress placed the vibrator just behind Ally's ballsack, at the base of her dick, right against the fresh, sensitive skin of her taint. Ally howled at the sensation like a deranged mutt, the feeling overwhelming as the little device buzzed against her balls; she fell to her knees, hands around her cock, trying to stop the intense feeling and trying to cum again, all at the same time.

"Good pet," Mistress said, while Sister Lucille hid a giggle behind her hand. "As your reward for behaving, you may have a single, small taste." Ally's curiosity turned to pleasure as she understood what Mistress meant; the small woman lifted her habit up around her waste, and Ally could see the glistening drip of her sopping, holy cunt. The buzz between her legs pressed her forward, grinding her length against the ground as she ground her face against the sister's pussy, her juices spilling across Ally's face like deep rain as Ally's tongue lapped against her lips. "Oh, oh...." Sister Enna moaned out in little gasping breaths. "Oh my fucking God," she said, placing her hand against the back of Ally's head until Ally couldn't pull away, even if she wanted to, so deep was her tongue buried in Mistress's tasty cunt.

Sister Lucille stepped over Ally's prone body, lowering herself to be at height with Sister Enna, as the blonde woman placed her own lips against the smaller, paler girl, her hands grabbing Sister Enna's little, pert tits, twisting her nipples as she let her tongue flick against Enna's moaning throat.

"We needn't be enemies," Ally heard her say. "I have always thought you were a beautiful specimen, too, my little, foul-mouthed Sister."

"Fuck... off..." Sister Enna said, trying to maintain composure, but failing under the compounded pleasures of Ally's tongue in her snatch and Lucille's worship of her body. "The... house... is mine!" She insisted. But Sister Lucille only giggled, placing a kiss against her ear, whispering something even Ally couldn't hear as Sister Enna shook at the words, crumpling against Ally's face, thrusting herself against Ally's tongue like she was a toy and not a person at all, as she grasped Ally's hair with her hands, walls tightening around her tongue in orgasm. "Fuck me..." She moaned, softly, as she released Ally's hair, allowing Ally to gasp in a necessary breath of her own. "I really fucking needed that."

Ally looked down at the floor and realized, at some point during her pleasing of Enna, she'd cum all over the carpet; yet somehow her dick was still hard as stone.

"So?" Sister Lucille asked. "What do you think of my proposition? Shall we work together?"

"For the moment," Sister Enna acquiesced, though a frown crept across her face. She was always frowning though, Ally thought. So maybe it didn't mean much. The little toy continued to buzz behind Ally's sack, causing incomparable pleasure whenever she leaned the wrong way (or the right way, she supposed) -- she wondered if Mistress was ever going to turn it off, or if she was going to be buzzing for her entire life, now. She supposed it didn't much matter. She was a toy now herself, a pet at the whim of her Mistress. She licked Enna's juices from around her lips and chin, savoring the taste. It felt so, so good to sublimate, to give in, to not have to worry about anything at all except cumming and making others cum, too.

"Pet," Sister Enna commanded, bringing Ally to attention. "Dress yourself and go tell your friends to abandon the house. Do whatever you need to to make them leave."

"Yes, Mistress," Ally nodded, standing up and clothing herself as best she could while still shaking from the vibrator's consistent teasings. She was going to go crazy again, soon, if she couldn't cum -- but she could, she realized, as many times as she wanted, into her underwear, even, as soon as she was out of Mistress's sight. But that would make her a bad pet... wouldn't it? She didn't want to be bad. She wanted to be a good girl for Mistress.

The door to Sister Enna's room shut quietly behind her, the vibrator still buzzing against her sack. She lowered a hand beneath her panties as she headed back towards Jenny and Danny, hand jerking herself as she walked, the smell of Enna and Lucille and her own, filthy cum sitting in a sticky spot just beneath her nose... How had she every though sex was bad or gross? This was the best smell in the world, the best feeling in the world. She moved a hand to her tits, brushing her own, hard nipples as she jerked her cock, wishing she had a third hand so she could try pleasing her own asshole too -- the last place she had yet to try.

Soon, she was outside Jenny and Danny's door; it sounded to her like they were having some lascivious fun of their own... a pang of jealousy shot through Ally's chest. Jenny had said that she liked Ally, had wanted to be with Ally... and here she was, fucking Danny by the sound of it. But Ally couldn't criticize her, could she? Ally had been off having her own adventures in the land of sex... Still... She felt like crying, anyway, even if she shouldn't. Even if she shouldn't care about anything but being a good pet.

It would be easy, she decided, to tell the pair of them to fuck off and leave. She didn't want to see Jenny anymore anyway.

Ally extended a hand to the door, fist ready to knock, ready to interrupt the stupid fun her stupid roommate and her stupid boyfriend were having. But just before her knuckles rapped against the door -- she heard a voice. Not an audible one, nothing spoke; the voice existed only in her mind.

Allyson Scream, do not send your friends away.

Ally blinked, looking for the source of the voice and finding nothing. At that moment, she came for the third time in an hour into her underwear, sighing at the sensation, annoyed at her new sensitivity making the vibrator hurt. She almost thought of pulling it off...

Come find me, Allyson. I will help you. You are meant to be more than a **** to the Church.

Ally frowned. She saw, out of the corner of her eye, a small trail of glowing, white mist -- like a line of fog, sprawling down the corridor and away from Jenny's room. Her breath fell from her in pants, she steadied herself against the wall. Was she going crazy? Was she just insane?

Come find me, the voice repeated. Do not abandon your friends.