God's Light is Phallic

"They must both be punished fittingly. For the woman: steal the harlot's stud. The boy make him ejaculate with your hand till it hurts," the voice said.

Target > 80

1d100+7 Roll = 28

Failed Suggestion

Zoe Bellamy:

Corruption Points = 7

Zoe hears the voice of the Lord and cannot bring herself to comply. Touch Lucas? After he's just been inside her best friend? A shudder of revulsion goes through her. She knows the Lord may ask her to undertake unpleasant tasks, but pleasuring Lucas with her hand seems a step too far.

"You can't be serious, Lucas." Zoe turns her head so she won't have to look at his cock. It juts up from his crotch, the head looking swollen and angry with some kind of fluid beading at its tip. "I'm not getting anywhere near that... that thing. Both of you need to get dressed. If someone walks in and sees this, it's your hides getting tanned."

Lucas laughs. "You really think we haven't done this before? Just about every Sunday I'm bangin' this slut like a two dollar whore."

Claire rolls her eyes and climbs down off the toilet. Tugging her dress back down, she says, "Fuck off, Lucas. See if I let you hit this again." She shimmies back into her panties, pulling them up under her dress. "The mood's ruined anyhow with Ms. Goody Two-shoes here."

"Fuck. Don't go. We can still bang. You're leaving me with some serious blue balls." He gestures down to his cock.

"Sort it yourself. I dried up the instant you tried to rope Zoe in for a threesome." Claire moves past Zoe, standing a good few inches taller than the other girl as she tells her, "Don't stay here with this horn dog. Leave his ass to try and explain to anyone else coming in the ladies' room."

"The cock shines with the golden light of God's truth! Embrace him with your lips,” the voice said.

Target > 90

1d100+7 Roll = 74

Failed Suggestion

Zoe Bellamy:

Corruption Points = 7

Zoe watches Claire go, the stall door swinging shut again. She turns to follow only to hear the Lord once more. Use her lips? On his thing? She gags again. The idea of using her hand disgusted her enough, but picturing herself putting her mouth on Lucas's dick has her stomach churning.

Lucas steps in front of the stall door. "Stay with me. Please, Z?" He gestures down to his cock again, the shaft rigid and veiny. "You don't know how much this hurts a guy. My balls will literally turn blue."

"I don't think you understand the word literally." Stepping back, she's stopped short by the backs of her knees hitting the toilet. "And you can't expect me to do something with that. I'm not Claire." Zoe shakes her head. "Is this why Claire stopped hanging out on Sundays? To be your restroom trollop?"

He moves closer to her. "Look, you cost me pussy. Doesn't Jesus teach us to apologize and to help the less fortunate?" He strokes himself from base to tip. "I need your help right now, Zoe."

Comment a suggestion from the voice for Zoe.