He's made arrangements to get himself a hot nun assistant

“Arrangements…” Sister Claire repeated softly. Her head tilted slightly and she began shaking it slowly, like she suddenly felt lightheaded. For a couple of seconds she looked genuinely confused, eyes unfocused. Then she blinked hard a few times and seemed to regain her composure.

When she spoke again, her tone had completely changed, markedly more jovial, almost excited.

“Oh yes, boss,” she said brightly. “All the arrangements have been made.”

Zachery’s jaw dropped. He had never heard the nun speak like that in his entire life. Sister Claire had always been strict, composed and serious. This bubbly tone sounded completely wrong coming from her.

But what she did next stunned him even more.

Sister Claire was 38, but she had a stunningly athletic figure with C-cup breasts and a well-taken-care-of body that her habit had always hidden. Zachery would have gone his whole life without knowing that fact if she hadn’t done what she did next.

She turned around to face the congregation with a big, bright smile. Then she grabbed the front of her black robe near the collar with both hands.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” she announced loudly, voice carrying through the church, “I am happy to welcome you to The Devil’s Crypt! Let us begin the show!”

And with that, she tore her robe open in one powerful motion.

Everyone in the room gasped.

Underneath the habit, Sister Claire had been wearing a sexy black latex bunny girl outfit. The sleeveless, skin-tight latex hugged every curve of her body like a second skin, shiny and obscene. White fur trim ran around the edges of her pussy and near her arms, making the whole thing look even more slutty. She was also wearing sheer white stockings that went all the way up her toned legs.

At the same time, the man in the devil mask reached out, grabbed her habit and veil, and snatched them away completely. As he did, a black latex bunny ear headband was revealed sitting on top of her head. Her long, wavy auburn hair tumbled down freely, cascading over her shoulders.

Sister Claire giggled like a schoolgirl and struck a sexy pose, one hand on her hip, chest pushed forward, bunny ears bouncing slightly.

The strange man looked proud and clapped.

“Please allow me to introduce my assistant for the evening! Bunny? Yeah, let’s call you that.”

The nun just nodded with pure glee, smiling wide and wiggling her hips a little.

Zachery sat frozen in the pew, heart hammering in his chest.

What the fuck was happening?

His mother’s hand was gripping his arm so tight it hurt. Margaret Harlan looked like she was about to faint. A few older church members were whispering frantically. But nobody moved. Nobody stood up to stop it.

The man in the purple devil mask turned slowly toward the congregation, red lenses scanning across all their shocked faces. His chuckle echoed again through the now redecorated church.

Zachery’s stomach twisted into knots. He had a horrible feeling this was only the beginning.

He watched, stunned, as 'Bunny' enthusiastically bounced on her heels and turned around to take her place next to the strange man. When she spun, the entire congregation got a clear view of the fluffy white bunny tail attached to a thick buttplug shoved deep up her ass. The shiny black latex framed it perfectly. Another loud wave of gasps rippled through the church. A few older women covered their mouths in horror. Zachery couldn’t believe what he was seeing, Sister Claire, the strict nun who had scolded him dozens of times, now parading around with a fucking buttplug tail like it was normal.

She turned back around with a bright, happy smile and stepped right beside the man in the devil mask. One hand rested glamorously on his shoulder like she was his proud assistant. The bouncing from earlier had made her tits jiggle hard. The latex bunny outfit had medium-sized cutouts right over her nipples, pushing her soft flesh out through the holes. Metallic cross piercings hung from each nipple, swaying back and forth with every little movement she made. The sight was so obscene that Zachery’s brain struggled to process it.