Vanessa makes Andy preach her new gospel to Becky

Now the real fun could begin. Vanessa telepathically sent her words into Andy's brain so he could hear her. Andy, you're going to tell Becky that I'm God and she has to let me fuck her. If you can't get her to put out for me, you're both going to Hell. You have sixty seconds.

Andy pissed himself in fear. Stumbling, stammering, he struggled to his feet. "Becky, you have to let her fuck you."

Becky's skepticism grew to full grown revulsion. "What on Earth? No! It's over, Andy, I won't be treated this way."

"No! You don't understand, She's God! She'll send us to Hell if you don't let her fuck you!" Andy lurched forward, face pale, hands grasping. Becky let out a disgusted cry and turned to trot away like she was running from a zombie she didn't quite believe in.

"Get away from me, Andy!" she cried as he latched onto her and tried to pull her back toward Vanessa. The sadistic Goddess laughed at the naked fear on his face, loud deep laughter that jiggled and shook her enormous chest. "Go fuck your whore yourself, you stupid bastard!"

"Please, Becky, you have to believe me--She'll kill us! She'll send us to Hell, I know it!" The mortals struggled fecklessly with each other between the pews.

"I don't know what's gotten into you, but you need to let me go or I'm calling the cops," Becky said through gritted teeth as she tried to peel Andy's grip from her arm.

"Thirty seconds, Andy," said Vanessa. "I wouldn't worry about the cops if I were you."

The last color finished falling out of Andy's face, and he came to an awful conclusion. With a swift backhand he knocked Vanessa to the ground and then caught her up by the ankle. Dragging his former mistress back to his new Goddess, he shouted, "I have her, my Lady! She hasn't gotten away, you only need to have your way with her."

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" screeched Becky as she began to kick and buck.

Chuckling, Vanessa got to her feet and began undoing her pants. "That's only have the battle, Andy. You need to convince her to consent, or you're destined for Hell. Twenty seconds, by the way."

"Please, your Holiness, be merciful, I haven't had time to explain!" he said as he finished dragging and wrestling a spitting, screaming Becky down into a kneeling position in front of Vanessa. "Give me time and I'll make her see, I promise."

Vanessa unfurled her enormous cock and pissed right in Andy's face. He screamed in agony and began trying to wipe his face; wherever the holy piss landed, it burned and smoked and raised angry red welts all over his skin. "It's not my job to cut you any slack whatsoever, mortal," said Vanessa. She turned her spray on Becky, and soon both mortals were screaming in agony.

Vanessa put her cock away. "All right, time's up. You're both going to Hell when you die, but I've decided to spare your lives today. Redeem yourself by preaching my word from now on, and I might change my mind." She put psychic emphasis into her words so that both her mortals would be unable to deny the truth of her words or the sincerity of her threats: "I'm God now, and everything I do is Right, and any disobedience to me is Wrong, and I have the right to do anything I please, no matter how pointless and cruel. You make enough people believe that, and I will reconsider condemning you to eternal damnation."

And then Vanessa leapt up into the air, crashed through the ceiling, and flew over the horizon. Becky looked at Andy, both scarlet with agonizing god-piss welts. "What the fuck did you do, Andy?"

"What did I do? This is your fault, you should have just fucked her when I told you to!"