Corruption Strain 3

Seth slips out of the station and makes straight for the Catholic church, ready to poison the whole damn town one sip at a time. He finds the holy-water font, dumps in his little brew, and ducks into the confessional just as three nuns walk in. Mother Superior fills the aspergillum and starts flicking the tainted water over the others, then over herself. The second it hits their skin they go glassy-eyed, breath hitching, thighs pressing together like they’re already soaked. Blouses come undone in a hurry—blonde and brunette tits spilling free, heavy and natural, nipples tight—and they’re on each other fast. Mouths lock, hands grope, skirts hike up; they drop to their knees right there in the aisle, tongues working deep while Mother Superior holds them both by the hair, smirking like the devil just won another round.