4 Liters

George reached down and grasped Catherine’s head firmly as he affixed the bags of cum to her face, torturously taking his time. Her head shook in his hand as he stroked her hair, before turning the rather obvious valve above.

Catherine watched the cum as with thick viscosity it descended the clear plastic tubing to her mouth. George, placed a simple clothesline pin over her nose as she did.

“Don’t worry dear, I’ll take that off as you swallow, this may take a few minutes. I image it will be a bit unpleasant, but we all do things for the faith that we would rather not. Rather like a job vice a calling in that manner. Chin up!”

The Pastor held tilted her chin, full teeth on display as he stared In the eyes. The thick white stuff seeping into her mouth as he did so and an already **** Catherine started to **** it down as fast as possible. A lack of air, and a fierce rationalization of circumstances overriding normal standards.

George alternated between opening the valve fully, removing the clothespin, applying the clothespin while Catherine gagged, spluttered, and took deep hoarse breaths, whilst her tongue frantically collected cum and swallowed.

Catherine had no time to do anything else, but George now somewhat more seriously, spoke over the noise.

“Hmmph, glack, hmmph!”

“The truth of course is malleable, laws are not really commandments, if they were, well we’d just give you a list and work it into that nice veil or something yes? No, no these are more like foundational principles. Permit me to explain.”

George reached around and grabbed a blank book, titled “The Rules”, embossed with gold on a black border, with fancier pages, it looked something a rich person might grab in a bookstore as a Christmas gift for their child.

“Consider gravity,” George tossed the book casually onto the bed, near Catherine's feet. The book ascended and fell, in accordance with the forces, such as gravity, applied to it.

“We don’t think about it, but it’s always there, yes? And while we can defeat it, we can argue against it, that doesn’t remove its existence. If someone told you one day that it wasn’t real, that it was false, you might if you were persuasive, if they spoke well, if you were ****, temporarily agree with them. But you would eventually come to recognize again the truth. Gravity exists.”

“Now different people do grasp gravity in different ways, a physics student sees it far more distinctly and clearly than a small child. But both feel it.”

“These are the principles I speak of –”

A loud, deep, “Eeerp!” interrupted him. The belch briefly paused George as his eyes refocused on his subject.

“Good dear,” he crooned cradling her slightly inflated belly, “almost halfway there. Only 2 more liters, and five more men to go.”

Saying so he rubbed her pregnant like stomach reverently, hand gliding over already taught skin. The belly stretched beneath her white crop top, an already tight garment **** to the top, showing under boob egregiously, her gold frontal chastity belt pressed tight against her mons.

“As I mentioned, if something is fundamental exist, it cannot be altered by something as benign as priority or rhetoric. This will permit you to stay the course in the face of your own internal objections, or rather there won’t be internal objections, not real ones. Let us have a real example in action, to show what I mean.”

Saying so, George stepping slightly out of sight and wheeled a person into Catherine’s full vision.

Michelle sat naked on a plain hospital wheelchair, body utterly relaxed, but eyes wide open, bright red ball gag in her mouth. A gold/white collar stretched across her throat.

“Here she is, the first of your followers. A truly honored position! Ordinarily I grant such to someone more worthy, but this is a tutorial, a chance for you to recognize your authority, to categorize your mission statement, and one in accordance with my own principle. I’m not sure what that tastes like, sliding your throat right now as it is, but if I were to sum it up in a clear short statement, that you are of course free to interrupt with your own now more in tune understanding -”

“Black people are inferior to white people.”

In the quiet room, “Eeerp!” The digestive belch punctuated the silence as a paralyzed Michelle watched the last of the cum slide down Catherine's maw.

George pulled off the tube, and gag, the thick breath of Catherine’s cum infused air exhaling into the room, strands of white yellowed gunk about her teeth, belly full to bursting. A slow, building heat in her loins.

Almost it seemed to Michelle, wearing her collar, as though Catherine glowed in that silence, her belt emitting a warming light.