Patron Reward: Holy Church Wrestling; Power of Faith vs Satan’s Little Helpers (Patreon)

Another patron reward, and happy to pull off one based on an existing series. I had some pretty loose direction, which felt fitting for the fumbling but successful church charity wrestling. Just upped the ante with a tag team bout.

The staff of the Holy Hill Church couldn’t believe their good fortune. Even for a bunch of faithful religious types, they were shocked to find that their two botched and bumbled matches had made more money for charity than their last year’s event, and the show wasn’t even halfway through. They had decided to double down and let the untrained wrestlers go further off script since the crowd loved it enough to feel incredibly generous towards starving orphans.

The next match was going to be a tag team match, with hopes that it would be a peak in the afternoon’s show. A lot was riding on it as Vi and Faye, dressed in tastefully revealing nun outfits, did their light stretching and a quick workout to pump themselves up. The girls were friends ever since high school when they were on the football team, and stayed in town to attend and help their beloved church. The athletic women seemed a perfect fit for the event.

Dean and Heather were in a different position. They were clearly the “bad guys” of the fight, scripting to lose because good wins and Dean had been scripted to lose a few minutes into the match to Vi’s finisher “The Will of God.” The 20-something heels were aware enough to see the writing on the wall, quickly scheming with each other on the best way to satisfy the more perverted donors.

Dean and Heather came out first to their intro and inevitable boos. They were announced as Satan’s Little Helpers over the loudspeaker, specifically Sammy Succubus and The Possessed. Heather wore a simple red corset with some bat wings on the back and carried a riding crop with her. A simple devil horns and tail were clipped into her curly brown hair and costume, rapping her simple weapon in her palm to look intimidating. She was fair skinned with some full lips and a slim figure that still managed to fill out the corset in the right places. Dean had some chalky facepaint put on and a pentagram on his forehead along with some beat up old shorts and sleeveless shirt to look like a rejected extra from The Exorcist. He kept his short black hair messy and his tall but skinny figure helped sell his zombie-like loping and lurching at his girlfriend/evil mistress’ command.

Vi and Faye were met with much more support from the crowd. The ladies were in their thirties but kept in great shape, proudly flexing and posturing for the crowd. They were tall and fit enough that their tanned biceps bulged as they approached the ring in their nun-like costumes, only with a bit more leg showing at the sides and fully sleeveless to let them show off their guns. Even the snug black robes did little to hide their full breasts as the crowd cheered for the duo. They used their real names as the blonde Sister Violet and the brown-haired Sister Faye, but went by The Power of Faith for their team.

The nuns took their time firing up the crowd before they stopped at ringside. They high fived and turned back towards the crowd for one more bit of hype. Vi pointed theatrically towards the sky to show off her arm muscles once again.

“Sun’s out!” she declared as her slightly shorter teammate took a knee in front of her and struck a double bicep pose.

“Nun’s out!” Faye followed up, creating a ripple of laughter and cheers from their fans.

It was the perfect time to strike. Dean and Heather had committed to their roles as the hellions of the ring and snuck over to the edge of the ring while they were catering to the crowd. The audience’s mixed warnings didn’t reach them in time as Heather pointed at them with her riding crop and Dean charged at the ropes on command. He dove out under the ropes and tackled Sister Vi from behind, toppling her to the mats outside the ring. He started pounding on her back and habit-wearing head in big loping swings as the crowd reacted in shock.

Sister Faye was just as surprised by the change up in the script. She backed up in alarm, but before she could improvise enough to go help her teammate Heather reached through the ropes. She held either end of her riding crop and pulled back, making a show of choking the beefy nun so that it was too obvious for her to miss. It rubbed harmlessly over her neck, but Faye ran with it as she gagged and rolled out her tongue, pulling helplessly at the foreign object.

The bell rang like it was trying to rally the sisters into having a fighting chance, but Heather did her best evil queen laugh over it.

“One is never truly prepared for the evils of Hell! Especially NUN of you!” she boasted through her pun.

“Now, my dark one! Keep that one busy and help me test these good Christian souls!”

Dean gave a gurgling growl and stood back up, pulling on Vi’s hair. She played along as if she was terribly hurt, moaning as she stood up with him. Dean gave her a firm jab in the back, making her her arch to thrust her tits out more for the crowd. He drew her back and charged one of the guardrails, slamming her head down against it. It was just enough of an impact to really rattle the athletic nun, her eyes fluttering as she crumbled against it. Possessed shoved her harder, making her lean fully over the railing so that her ass stuck out and her tits hung over the far side before he went back to help his girlfriend.

The ghastly-looking young man started digging punches into the defenseless sister’s stomach, turning the tag team match into a double-teaming brawl. Vi huffed cartoonishly and bounced with each gut punch, but at least she was playing along with it. He reared back and with a quick, wordless snarl to provoke the crowd, he threw up the horns with one hand and bashed it up between her legs. Vi gave a loud, sincere shriek of shock as his fist and extended fingers slammed into her pussy and ass in a vaguely Satanic shocker. Her mouth hung open in confused arousal as the couple worked her over, grinding Dean’s fist into her groin before finally pulling back. She clutched her pussy, rubbing at it a bit more than expected as Dean grabbed and threw her into the ring.

Sister Vi stayed on her chest and knees, kicking her feet as she kept clutching her groin. The audience gave the same conflicted sounds of excitement that the young couple was hoping for as Heather yanked off Vi’s hood. She made a show of rubbing the humble garment over her crotch and down her cleavage like a sweaty magic trick before she threw it down in the downed athlete’s face.

“All that strength and you fall just like Samson!” she boasted as she ground a heel on her back.

Vi cried out, trying to clutch her aching groin and back all at once. It made her easy pickings as the succubus found herself enjoying punishing the older woman. She dragged her by the hair, tossing her weapon aside as she made the nun walk on all fours like a dog behind her. She shoved her in between the ropes, resting her arms and chest on the bottom row before she planted her boots on the ropes beside her. Vi was either too confused, too sore or too turned on to fight back or counter, and Heather was happy to take advantage of her lack of improvisational skills. She leapt up and brought her crotch crashing down on the back of Violet’s neck, bouncing on her like a toy pony while she was forced to be choked over the ropes. The nun’s chest bounced around behind her dress as she gagged and groaned through the modified bronco buster.

“Such a pathetic fighter for one of God’s chosen! It seems your faith is wavering to be losing so poorly… or perhaps you’re simply overdressed!”

Heather reached through the ropes and grabbed the top of Vi’s holy garb. Knowing they were homemade for one use anyway, Heather pulled it apart at the collar and let it rip wide open down the front. The fake nun gasped as her upper body was revealed. She’d worn a bra, of course, but when she was wearing something as covering as a nun’s robes she didn’t bother with anything too modest beyond that. The low-cut and skimpy bra was still plenty spicy for the crowd of church-goers and guests, making Vi immediately jerk up to her knees and blush as she wrapped her arms around her chest.

“HAHA! Left as naked as Eve, I see!” Heather cackled at the embarrassed face.

Vi whirled around to face her, looking for anything to get her out of the barely dressed position. She only got a kick to the groin that made her huff and double over in front of the cruel demoness. Heather spun her back around to face the ropes where The Possessed had moved in on her cue. He leapt through the ropes and grabbed Vi by her neck, dropping down with a DDT to bring it crashing across his shoulder. She flopped down to the mats, at least glad to stay there with her exposed chest hidden beneath her broad body. It didn’t help as much when Heather commanded her devilish minion towards her.

“Make an example of her. Expose her as the sinner she is,” she monologued theatrically.

With a Frankensteinish groan, Dean sat on her lower back and pulled her legs up into a boston crab. He wrenched them far back under her armpits, spreading the muscled legs out and giving the audience a good look at her battered crotch. Vi sold it with a shrieking scream, which wasn’t hard to do when she was having her panties flashed to the world.

By then, Faye had caught up to what was going on. She rushed the ring, grabbing Heather from behind and lifting her completely off her feet. Even if it was still a staged move, she threw a little extra heat into her suplex as she swung the demoness overhead and down to the mats. Heather certainly stayed in character, tumbling away into a corner. The bossy she-devil went down easily enough and the holy bruiser went for Possessed while he was still grappling with Vi. She yanked him up by one arm, turning him around and flinging him over her shoulders. She stomped the mats, shaking him in brief torture rack before she dropped back down, dropping him head-first into the mats. The lanky boy flopped from the stunt fall, limbs spasming out to go along with his unnatural ring persona.

Faye got her payback for her partner, rising up just to land a flying elbow drop across Dean’s chest. He stayed down, staring blankly whether he was winning or losing. The brunette nun rose again, dragging him up in a headlock to go with her. She flung him into the corner, letting the gangly muscle of the heels slump back against the ropes. Faye planted her hand on his chest to trap him there.

“Time for a little rougher exorcism than you might be used to,” she threatened as she balled up and wound up a fist.

Dean pawed at her pinning hand, but it was really an excuse to reach inside his shirt. He took out a clear plastic tube of some watered down slime he’d picked up at the Halloween store he’d gotten half his stuff from. He hid it as best he could with one hand while he hit a button on the back of the tube, shooting the sludge into her face while making it look like he was vomiting a burst of pea soup on her.

No matter what it was, it shocked the audience and blinded Faye with the mess left on her face. She sputtered and turned blindly, flailing at the air as she wiped at her face. She felt one of the ropes and grabbed on, getting her bearings right before Dean took advantage of his cheap trick. He flipped up the hem of her robes, exposing her ass just before he grabbed her panties and lifted them as high as they could go into a wedgie.

“Loooooser,” he groaned witlessly as it became Faye’s turn to scream in humiliation and pain.

It didn’t last for long as Dean turned her back towards the center of the ring. Heather was already charging them and faked a high kick that aimed to bash her right in the jaw. Faye jerked hard enough to fall out of Dean’s grip (if a little too eagerly) and crashed to the mat with half of her ass hanging out.

“I know your secret, sister!” Heather went back into her improvised rant. “Your secret sins. How even a holy woman can be tempted by evil if her will is weak. Then why not have another taste of your favorite forbidden fruit?”

She used her vague morality tale to grab Faye’s hair, forcing the fake nun up to her hands and knees. Sammy Succubus pulled Faye’s face up against her groin, just before she pulled the looser elastic of the crotch out to wrap around her head. Faye and the audience were shocked as she was left trapped inside the corset, lips to lips with the hellish femdom’s pussy just out of sight of the crowd. Her muff-muffled voice shrieked and tried to recoil but she was held in place by the half-hearted grip of her opponent.

“Mmmm. Such a good sinner… go take care of the other one, wretch!”

Dean went to the still beat up Vi, who was half just enjoying the show from her half-lidded eyes. He shoved her onto her stomach and sat on her back, wrapping his arms around her chin. He bent her back and neck in a camel clutch, even reaching around to grope at her chest in front of everyone. He might have been getting a bit too into his evil minion character, or maybe he was just a mortal man of flesh and blood who couldn’t help but hump against Violet’s chiseled ass when he had half a chance. Her stomping boots and moans didn’t seem to try to get out that hard, so it couldn’t have been that bad for her either.

Heather finally pulled Faye out of her crotch, letting her take a huge, theatrical breath of fresh air. She shoved the muscle nun back to the mats and mirrored Dean’s move, grinding her warm, wet pussy on Faye’s ass after the warmup it got from her mouth. The nuns were trapped in the middle of the ring by the double clutch, forced to watch each other as they moaned and writhed.

“Don’t resist yourselves, sisters… give in to temptation,” Heather purred as she mockingly brushed some hair from Faye’s face.

The heels pushed their victims into each other, forcing them to kiss each other messily in the middle of the ring. The audience couldn’t believe their eyes so they could only shout and cheer for more. The athletes dressed as nuns had no choice but to run with it, whether for the show or out of raw pleasure. They moaned and opened their mouths, pornographically tongue-kissing each other in front of everyone. Vi could taste the lime-flavored juice mixed with Heather’s pussy rubbed all over Faye’s face. It really was something the friends would need to talk about at length later that night.

With a final pull and shove, the heels drew them apart and clunked their foreheads together. The girls sold the move as a decent excuse to end the messy and surprisingly kinky match as they slumped to the mats. They shoved the mock-nuns onto their backs and sat with their crotches in their faces, letting Heather kiss him aggressively as her boyfriend did his best to act unphased as they rode their faces and by what felt like one of the most passionate kisses she’d given him in months. She was clearly even more into this than he was.

The bell rang as The Satan’s Little Helpers were declared the surprise winners. Heather rose back up, pulling her minion up with her. She cleared her throat and lectured the crowd once again.

“So… while even righteous souls are forever tempted, all can be forgiven by God’s love and asking forgiveness. There is always a path to redemption.”

“Praise Jesus!” Dean agreed, trying to ride along with the flimsy plot.

The audience gave a mix of boos and cheers, which felt as good as they could have hoped for it. Dean glanced back towards the rest of the staff. Micky, who was tracking the numbers, was nodding vigorously with his eyes wide to indicate another huge wave of donations. However strange and bumbling their performance, it was working and they had no plans of stopping.