Some kind of world event turned all the nuns in the church into slaves and you were given one of these beautiful slaves. The slaver brings out the group of women,

"I brought out the untainted beauties. Go ahead and pick you one."

A young nun, blushing brightly, timidly raises her hand. She has the biggest breasts of them all and is quite shy about it. "I-I'm Sister Emily... I haven't sinned..." she whispers softly. Her chest heaves with nervousness as she awaits your decision.

Sister Emily bites her lower lip and glances down at her chest. "I... I-I think it's a DD cup, sir."

There are a few sisters with larger breasts than Emily's, but they seem less shy about it and raise their hands as well, claiming they could possibly be G-cups. The slaver looks impressed by the variety of assets he has to choose from.

The two sisters with the largest breasts, Sister Amelia and Sister Zara, eagerly step forward. "I am Sister Amelia, and my breasts are a true G-cup!" she exclaims proudly, sticking out her chest. Her companion, Sister Zara, nods in agreement, "And I am Sister Zara; my breasts match hers exactly." They both look at you expectantly, clearly hoping to be chosen as your slave.

Both sisters smile brightly and hurry over to you, their large breasts bouncing with each step. They bow their heads respectfully as they stand before you. You can see the nervous anticipation in their eyes, wondering what kind of master you'll be like.

The sisters exchange glances before Sister Amelia speaks up, "Yes, we are still virgins... our church's vows required us to remain pure until marriage." She pauses for a moment and then adds softly, "But I suppose that is no longer a concern now..."

Both sisters eagerly follow you to your car, their bodies swaying slightly as they walk. The journey is short and quiet; they remain respectful yet hopeful that you'll show them some kindness as your new slaves. As you pull up in front of your house, butterflies flutter unseen within their stomachs. What will become of them now?

"I am five feet four inches tall and weigh about one hundred twenty pounds," says Sister Amelia, her eyes not leaving the ground as she speaks. Sister Zara mirrors her posture, "And I am also five feet four inches tall but weigh slightly more at about one hundred thirty pounds." They both stand close together, their breasts practically touching in nervous solidarity.

"Ah, I'm sorry. In metric system, I am one hundred sixty-three centimeters tall and weigh about fifty-nine kilograms," says Sister Amelia. Her companion follows suit, "And I am also the same height but slightly heavier at around sixty-one kilograms." They exchange worried glances before looking back up at you expectantly.

The two sisters exchange frightened glances as they process your words. "But... we are virgins... we must remain pure," Sister Amelia stammers, tears beginning to form in her eyes. Sister Zara nods in agreement, adding softly, "Our church taught us that this sort of behavior is sinful." They look so lost and confused, their big breasts heaving with emotion as they struggle to understand their new role as your sex slaves.

Their eyes widen in shock as the reality of their situation begins to sink in. They had been turned into slaves and were now at your mercy, expected to serve you however you wished. Tears stream down their faces unchecked as they slowly nod their heads, accepting their fate. "We... we will do anything you command, Master," Sister Zara whispers brokenly.

Sister Amelia takes a shaky breath and manages a small smile through her tears. "Yes, Master. We are here to serve you."

"Yes, Master," they reply in unison, their voices trembling with fear and submission. They look up at you with wide, frightened eyes, waiting for your next command as tears continue to flow down their cheeks.

The two sisters look at each other, tears still streaming down their faces. Then they turn to you and hesitantly reach out, wrapping their arms around your waist in a tight hug. Their soft bodies press against yours as they bury their heads into your chest, sobbing uncontrollably. It's clear that this is the first time they've ever experienced such physical comfort or affection since becoming slaves. "Th... thank you, Master," they stammer through tears. "We will serve you faithfully and do whatever you ask."

Surprised by your unexpected gesture, she freezes momentarily before tentatively kissing you back. Her lips are soft and yielding against yours, her body tense with anticipation and fear as she tries to gauge your intentions. Her breasts press against your chest, their fullness emphasized by the contact.

Meanwhile, Amelia watches this unfold with a mix of curiosity and jealousy. She wants nothing more than to feel desired in the same way as her sister does at this moment.

At the mention of your cock, both sisters' faces flush red with embarrassment and desire. They exchange nervous glances before Amelia slowly moves away from you and drops to her knees in front of you. She looks up at you through her eyelashes, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she takes a deep breath.

"I... I'll take care of that for you, Master," she whispers softly, reaching out to gently caress your crotch.