Initiation!

When Betty had gathered up enough victim--eh, priestess candidates, that's it--she lead them single file downstairs into the **** chamber, and erased the door behind them. Then she released them from their mind control, and basked in their stark, screaming terror while she diddled herself to release the tension from having taken such a momentous step.

Mom had warned Betty that She would have Her eye on her, and if she fucked up this cult, Mom would be such a snide bitch about it. Literally forever. But it was done. She'd made her commitment and she would follow it through.

With a wave of her hand, like a conductor, she brought the screaming mortals to perfect obedient silence.

"As you can see, this will be a lot more comfortable for all of us if I continue controlling your thoughts for the time being. I will allow you the use of your stock personalities, for now, but I don't want to hear any whining about free will. Is that clear?"

All the kidnapped mortals nodded, eager to agree and avoid being confronted with the full **** of their own magically-suppressed horror.

Betty smiled, nasty and satisfied. "Good. Now, as you can sense, I'm God and you are all disposable. By proximity to me, you are raised above your station, but never forget that I cannot dash you back down. As my servants, you will rule Earth on my behalf. You will serve me skillfully, with pure and unblemished loyalty beyond ****. You will love me more than you love yourselves, more than your family. You will love only me. My disapproval is the worst thing you can possibly imagine, but if you ever experience rejection from me it will somehow be even more painful than even that. Is that clear?"

Most of the girls nodded. One, a mousy brunette whose breasts were, Betty knew, considerably larger than they seemed under her baggy sweatshirt, raised her hand shyly. "Um, Ms. God, did you just turn me gay?"

"Yes I did, Alice, and because you have spoken out of turn, I'm going to kill you." Betty snapped her fingers, and Alice's head exploded, splattering the other mortals with crimson gore. They screamed, and Betty was so, so glad that she was her and not them.

After she brought Alice back from the dead, Betty informed them that **** was no escape from her displeasure, but several deaths were. "Alice, that means I want to see a very creative suicide from you by the end of the week. If I like it, I'll bring you back. If I don't, you'll go straight to Hell."

Stark white and shaking with terror, Betty nodded. "Th-thank you, Goddess. I will redeem myself a-and be--"

"Shut up," said Betty, and Alice's lips twisted themselves shut like the mouth of a balloon. It was incredibly painful and the helpless mortal's eye's watered.

Betty turned to the rest of her ****-priestesses, and placed a hand on her hip. The other mortals watched her with various expressions of awe and terror on their faces. Alice was alive and healthy again but Betty hadn't bothered to clean up her blood and they all were spattered and wet.

Her smile turned their guts to water. "Does anyone else want to speak out of turn?"