"You have to come see this!"
Catherine giggled conspiratorially, looking left and right to make sure no teachers or nuns were around. Mt. St. Vesper Ladies Finishing School was quite strict, and the staff tended to spy on their students even though they were of legal age. It was a catholic college in all but name, and even though the Dean said that students of all faiths and creeds were welcome, everyone knew the truth. Students were supposed to live "conservative" lifestyles. The idea was to raise them into proper adults without the risk of being led astray as so many young people in out-of-control 'party' schools ended up. At least, that was what the Dean told parents at orientation. In reality, the conservative lifestyle was all but religious indoctrination, funneling students into "volunteering" as missionaries. Plus, if you didn't participate in the totally-not-mandatory Sunday masses, it was common knowledge that the professors (many of whom were ministers, nuns, or even priests) would take it out on your grades. So somehow this totally secular school managed to have almost perfect church attendance. The freedoms of the students were also heavily restricted, with curfew hours (no one was allowed to live off-campus), 24/7 quiet, and supervision and permission required for just about everything. Two girls couldn't sleep over in each others' dorms without a signed slip from their resident supervisor, and leaving campus to visit the local town or strip mall was permitted only on weekends in group trips. It was like being in middle school all over again. Even when the girls hit 21, they weren't allowed to have alcohol on campus or go anywhere on their own.
Naturally, such a lifestyle was maddening, and many of the young women ended up more rebellious than they ever would have without the constant policing. There was a roaring smuggling trade going on, with almost every girl knowing at least one connection for drugs and alcohol. Underground parties were hosted almost every weekend, and (surprisingly enough) birth control was one of the most popular contraband items available.
Chastity frowned, fiddling nervously with her bag. She was one of the more straight-edge girls, having come from a deeply traditional family. Her older sisters had also attended St. Vesper, and her parents had sent her here because they were so pleased with the results. Chastity didn't like breaking rules, and getting in trouble gave her minor panic attacks. Still, she was curious, and Catherine had never done anything
bad
as far as Chastity knew.
"A-alright, but it better be quick. I have to be in Calc A in fifteen minutes."
The two girls padded down the hall, past door after closed door. The chem building was almost abandoned at this time, as most chem courses were scheduled on Monday-Wednesday-Friday and it was a sunny Tuesday afternoon. When Catherine entered the stairwell and began to descend, Chastity hesitated.
"Are students allowed down there?"
She'd never been in the chem basement before. Catherine looked back and snorted impatiently, but then offered a reassuring smile.
"Of
course
. That's where all the grad labs are. Now come on, I thought you didn't want to be late?"
Still wary, but reassured, Chastity followed. The two walked for a short while until Catherine stopped in front of what looked like a supply room. Before Chastity could ask what they were doing here, Catherine pulled the door open and pushed her inside. It was dark, and the nervous girl stumbled forward with a yelp. Behind her, the door clicked shut. Chastity held her arms out blindly, frozen.
"C-Catherine? This isn't funny!"
After a moment of uncomfortable, worrying silence, the light snapped on. Chastity was about to heave a sigh of relief and scold Catherine for the un-funny joke, when she saw what was before her. A shriek bubbled in her throat, but she could only manage a hoarse choking noise.
"D'you like it? I thought you would."
Chastity took a shaky step back, only to bump into Catherine. The other girl grabbed her arms, pinning Chastity with shocking strength. In front of the two of them was a simple wooden table, the kind one might use for woodworking or tool storage. It was clear of anything like that now. Instead, tied spread-eagled across it, was a nude figure. A svelte, pale skinned boy. He had milky-smooth skin, girlish hips, and long, golden hair fanned around his head in a halo. Resting on his chest between his small, rose-pink nipples was a dark wooden cross on a rosary. Chastity couldn't understand what was happening. She knew it was sinful,
blasphemous
even, but she couldn't tear her eyes away. The bound boy made a whimpering noise and opened his eyes, brilliant blue, to look at her. As soon as he made eye contact, his head fell back against the table with a thump and his cock began to stiffen. Chastity squeaked and made to turn her head away, but Catherine tangled her fingers into her curly brown locks and forced her to watch. Chastity could have closed her eyes, but some strange, frightening urge inside her wouldn't allow it. She watched the twitching member (the first she had ever seen) grow large and hard. It was smooth and slightly darker than the rest of the boys skin, lined with bluish veins and nestled in a nest of silky blonde pubes.
"C-C-Cath-...C-Catherine!"
She could barely managed to speak, and whatever else she wanted to say died on her lips. Catherine pushed, forcing them both a step closer to the table, and Chastity shied away like she was being walked to the gallows.
"Meet Mary, Chastity. She's been living here with the other girls for almost a year now, isn't that right?"
Mary merely mewled in response, hard cock bobbing up and down.
"She's very special, as you can see. A gifted little girl with something
extra
for us to play with. Why don't you tell her how pretty she is, how much you like her cock?"
The grip on her hair tightened, but Chastity still couldn't speak. Her chocolate brown eyes were wide and petrified, like a doe in headlights, and she kept struggling to retreat. Catherine tsked softly behind her, as though disappointed.
"My, how rude! Poor Mary, don't worry,
I
think you're lovely. It's okay, I'll teach Chastity to appreciate you."
Something hot and wet wound around Chastity's ankle, and she shuddered, too afraid to look down. More slimy, ropey things curled around her wrists, and this time she had to take a glance. What she saw would have made her scream had something not snaked around her mouth and rendered the cry a muffled yelp. Thick red tentacles, shiny and muscular like an octopuses, were winding up her arms and legs. She was lifted bodily, her back still to Catherine, and held momentarily suspended.
Catherine, as the helpless Chastity surmised, was not entirely human.
"You see, Chastity, I'm a sex demon."
It was almost impossible to believe. Students were taught about angels and demons in theology class, but no one but the craziest fundies actually believed any of that stuff. Devils? Fiends? Come
on
. It was fairytale stuff. And yet, apparently not. It appeared that Catherine had followed Chastity's train of thought, because she giggled. The sound was disturbingly girlish and cute.
"Shoulda payed more attention in theology, huh? Oh, how I love playing these games! Turning good little followers into catholic whores, making you get on your knees to do something
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