Mistress Cybill Troy has noticed that one of her visiting anal slaves, has displayed at times a holier than thou attitude.

As the little worm denies any such crime when questioned by his Mistress, she decides there is only one recourse.

Resplendent as a fully enclosed latex nun, Cybill Troy becomes Step-Sister Troy and she knows a sure fire method to cure this slave of any hint of his holier than thou attitude.

While purging him through sin, she can also have a search for his soul via the only logical route, his asshole. Perhaps along the way the slave will find r...

Mistress Cybill Troy has noticed that one of her visiting anal slaves, has displayed at times a holier than thou attitude.

As the little worm denies any such crime when questioned by his Mistress, she decides there is only one recourse.

Resplendent as a fully enclosed latex nun, Cybill Troy becomes Step-Sister Troy and she knows a sure fire method to cure this slave of any hint of his holier than thou attitude.

While purging him through sin, she can also have a search for his soul via the only logical route, his asshole. Perhaps along the way the slave will find religion, he’ll certainly realise that if he’s beholden to any supreme being, he’s guilty of worshipping false idols. The only place he should be worshipping is at the feet of his Mistress.

Starting out with a good thorough check of the slaves mouth, Step-Sister Troy moves on to allow him an oh so fleeting chance to worship her delectable latex clad rear.

Then its onto all fours with him, for some painful birch caning of the vulnerable area she has her mind set on targeting. An inflatable dick is introduced into his hole and inflated to such a degree that he risks retaining it permanently.

Lucky for him he escapes this fate, only to meet a much more extreme one. The fists and arms of Step-Sister Troy.

Starting off most charitably with a single fist, Step-Sister Troy soon works her way elbow deep into the depths of the slave, pumping, searching, probing. Alas, still no sign of his soul, or his finding religious salvation. So, deeper and deeper she must go.

Ultimately both of her fists are crammed into this wretches ass hole, lubricated in her precious spit. As both of Step-Sister Troys, fists, then arms become acquainted with the slaves innermost sanctum it sounds as if he might be speaking in tongues.

It becomes apparent, that this slave has no soul to find, religion also eludes him.

He has though, judging from his screams, found the one thing that matters.. .......his one true Goddess. He’ll be sure to know where to worship and beg forgiveness from now on