“Give me … give me … give me … oooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Truth threw her head back, her hair flailing. She howled like the low animal she had so quickly become. The heat of him was acute inside her. All of the universe seemed laid out before her. Ecstasy breathed through her every pore. Nothing was more intoxicating than the teenager’s cum. When she regained her composure, she was still lying on the floor. She blinked at Jacob sitting and smirking at her. Rolling onto her back, she spread her legs and placed her fingers above her vagina. She gently pulled and stared. She couldn’t quite see the damage done, but she was sure that the place that God had reserved for her husband was gaping open. Thoughts of pregnancy flashed in her mind. “Wwwwhhhaaaaaa dddoooooooooo?”
“What did I do?” Jacob laughed and smacked one of her tits playfully. He laughed harder when her vagina belched out an improbable amount of sperm. “I made you my wife. Or at least, very nearly so. We need you to have the Two-Told Baptism. And then I’ve been playing with the idea of having an actual wedding. It makes sense that it should be you, since you’ll be directing everyone onto the righteous path once we arrive at New Canaan.”
“No.” Truth staggered to her feet. She looked down on Jacob with horror. “Charity. Charity, Charity, Charity.” It was all that she could say.
“I like to think of it as devotion, rather than charity.” Jacob’s smile ebbed. “You are a strange one.”
“My daughter, Charity.” She picked up her clothes and stuck them under her arm. She realized she must look just like that heathen mother and daughter that she had spied with Jacob.
“Oh, right.” Jacob nodded. “You’ll present her to me. And she will make a fine wife. We must be fruitful once we reach the promised land.”
“Oh, God.” Truth watched his monstrous penis come back to life, lengthening and thickening. It pulsed like a hideous queen wasp. “It is one thing to deliver myself unto evil. You will not take Charity. She is only eighteen and has opened herself to no man.”
“Who said anything about evil?” Jacob scratched his head. “We’ll build a paradise on New Canaan. You’ve just been given a taste.” He watched her waddle to the door. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Am I free to leave?” She looked back at him, her legs trembling. Her nerves still buzzed with the ecstasy that had been unexpectedly heaped on her that afternoon.
“Will you call me the Messiah?”
Truth stared at him. He really believed it. “No.” She shook her head. “I will not debase myself that far.”
“Okay.” Jacob wouldn’t mind sending her off. She had tired him out with her robust mating style. His cock started to deflate. “Will you promise to behave?” He looked into her eyes and could see that whatever she said, she was hooked. “And will you come back for more?”
“I … um …” Her eyes dropped down to his penis. Until he was out of her reach, there was no doubt she would be back. “Yes.”
“Okay, then you can go.” Jacob waved his hand. “Open the door, Errand.” The door slid open. “Let her leave, Tabitha. It’s done,” he called out into the hall.
“Yes, Jacob.” Tabitha watched the naked woman hold her head high as she waddled down the hall, dripping cum after her. Who did the preacher’s wife think she was fooling, trying to look dignified? She was a hot, wet mess. When the woman was gone, Tabitha entered the room. “It’s not safe to let her go. She still has defiance in her. I can see it.”
“She’s hooked. It’s fine.” Jacob slowly got to his feet, his cock hanging between his legs. His muscles felt weak. The preacher’s wife had really drained him. “Computer? Keep Pastor Sterret and his wife away from each other for the next two hours. Give her time to think things over with my stuff inside her.”
“Yes, Jacob,” Errand replied.
“Happy now?” Jacob smiled at Tabitha.
“No. But I’ll manage.” She could see the woman’s froth all over his penis, mixed with his sperm. “You’re a mess. Let me clean you.” She dropped to a knee and licked his somnolent cock, cleaning as she went.
“While I have you down on one knee …” Jacob reached down to her left hand and removed her old wedding ring. He held it up for her to see. She stared up at it, her face frozen with her tongue still extended on his shaft. “I forgive all your former trespasses against the Errand. It is time you became my wife. What do you say?”
Tabitha’s tongue retreated back into her mouth, and she squealed. “Yes … yes … a thousand times yes!” She took hold of his cock and jacked him with both hands. “We have to celebrate. Can you go again?”
Jacob winced. “Hold on … hold on …” He removed her hands and pulled her to her feet. “I need a little rest. How about the traditional kiss?”
Tabitha pressed her lips to his, threw her arms around him, and kicked her heel up behind her. She had never been so happy.
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Truth washed herself, changed into a fresh uniform, and then set about finding her husband. There was precious little time. Whatever was happening on the ship had been affecting them since they woke from cryo. She could see it now. It could be the food, the air, or … the milk. The milk! There was something about it that reminded her of her drinking days. She ran about the ship looking for Elijah, but couldn’t find him. The computer refused to help her for the longest while, but eventually informed her that he was in the mess hall. That ratcheted her panic up another notch. She found her husband seated at a large table with Jacob and his sundry women. To her horror, she saw that her husband had a half-empty glass of milk in his hand. When she made eye contact with Jacob, he smiled at her and nodded like they were in on some conspiracy.
“I must say … I am still a little confused about … well … everything.” Elijah spoke to Mary, but also to the room at large. So many women, and all of them had uniforms that did not adequately hide the swelling curves of their bodies. Had Colony Control not thought about large breasts when they designed the uniforms? Indeed, it was odd that all of the women in that room had such Rubenesque features. And where were the men? There was only one other, and he was barely a man. Elijah looked at Jacob and flinched at having had such an unbecoming thought about the lad. “But I guess my mind is still foggy from cryo. You all seem to have everything well in hand.” There was laughter from around the table as the pastor raised the glass of milk to his lips. Suddenly, the glass was gone. It took him a moment to realize that his wife had slapped it from his hands. The glass spun across the floor of the mess hall, its contents splashing everywhere. He licked milk from his lip. “What on Earth has possessed you, Truth?” His eyes opened wide, staring up at his wife. She was breathing heavily and looked manic. He was reminded of when he’d first met her and she was still under the influence of the heathens and polygamists.
“The milk is poisoned against us, Elijah.” Truth heard a collective hiss as the women around her sucked in their breath and muttered in shock. “Perhaps the very air we breathe. I have felt it. You must have felt it, too.”