Taste the Healing

"Turn around and let him give oil also on your torso, breasts, and stomach," the voice said.

Target > 90

1d100+27 Roll = 42

Failed Suggestion

Zoe Bellamy:

Corruption Points = 27

When Zoe hears the voice of the Lord this time, she buries her face against the couch cushion. Already she's baring herself more than she can bear for this old man and his wandering hands. She has her cheeks parted so he can reach everywhere he might need to. And she's not wearing a bit of clothing. Turning to show him her breasts too doesn't make sense to her. Especially since her breasts didn't suffer any of the **** from his hand or belt.

Into the couch cushion, her voice muffled, she says, "No Lord. I don't see why I need ointment on my front too. I understand showing kindness by letting him help me, but my breasts and stomach are okay!"

Mr. Wilcox pauses in his rubbing of her butt to ask, "Just who are you talking to, dear?"

"The hands of a healer are holy! Kiss his hands and taste the healing," the voice said.

Target > 40

1d100+27 Roll = 28

Failed Suggestion

Zoe Bellamy:

Corruption Points = 27

Zoe looks back with something of a blush. "Oh. I like to talk to God, and God talks back to me."

The old man works his way up her butt, her skin glistening with the "ointment." She winces whenever he touches a sore spot, her butt a rosy red still from the spanking. He says, "Makes sense. Speaking to God is a habit everyone should have."

"I wonder sometimes if it is God, though. I know I shouldn't doubt, but the Devil can whisper to someone too, right?" Zoe bites at her lip. "Like right now God wants me to kiss your hands and taste them, but I'd just be tasting the ointment, and I don't think it's meant to go in your mouth."

"Maybe God just wants you to show gratitude for me helping you out? A kiss is the sweetest reward an old coot like me could hope for from a pretty young woman like yerself." Mr. Wilcox taps her butt. "There, all done with the ointment."

"Oh, thank you. That does feel better." Zoe stops holding her cheeks spread, relieved to finally stop exposing herself.

"You know, I would really appreciate a kiss as a thank you." He goes to stand by her and strokes her hair. "Do you know where a woman should kiss a man if she really wants to show gratitude?" He unzips, his hard cock freed and only inches from her face. "Right here."

Zoe finds herself staring at the fat, purpled head.

Comment a suggestion from the voice for Zoe.