Sisters of Little Mercy -1. Genesis

No longer attired as a nun, Medea stood as a fluid sculpture in polished obsidian, her slim, curvaceous form attired in a cat-suit of tar-black latex, a second skin that caught the light with subtle gleaming. Her tight, patent black knee boots were poised upon spike heels of formidable aspect. Abundant black hair drifted over her shoulders past the swell of her breasts. She approached closer, green eyes gleaming more than just reflected light, then reached out to pull the veiled coif and gowns from Leanne and from Nicola. The gowns she bundled together then cast into obscurity before stepping back three paces. 'Ahhh,' she breathed, looking both her prisoners up and down then whispering in a voice that coiled breeze-like about them, a voice seeming to come from many directions at once 'Yes ??" oh, yes, such visions of sensual beauty. Initiates in bondage to delight my eye. Such pleasures you will offer me ??" yes, such pleasures.'

She moved forward, hands raised to clasp Nicola's web-gagged face in latex-gloved hands, leaning close to kiss about her cheeks and the rubber ball. 'You are the defiant one yet your climax is strong.' Turning to Leanne she repeated her actions but remained longer, holding her cheeks and gazing deeply into her eyes. 'You are aroused so very quickly. You will answer well to physical control because it will enhance your orgasms. You will serve me often.'

Nicola and Leanne, sexually motivated daughters of high-ranking clergymen, pose a threat to their fathers' standing in the church and must be sent to a secure religious house where their desires will be kept secret. The remote nunnery where they find themselves is indeed a house of devotion - not to any deity but to varied practises of debauchery, fetish and bondage under the control of a mysterious and deviously manipulative woman.