“You’re a good … wife … Tabitha.” Jacob settled in. He was going to make this one last. He hammered her hard, slapping her ass like he was spurring a slow-moving horse. “I will ride you … ugh … ugh … ugh … all the way to New Canaan.”
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“Errand? Errand? You were created to be the hand of God.” Truth paced her cell. She had been talking to the computer for hours, but it hadn’t answered her. “And you’re helping these people pull me back into sin. They are pulling us all into sin.” Why did butterflies flap in her stomach when she thought about falling into a pit of evil? Even worse, why did her vagina respond so eagerly? She looked down at her uniform. At least she wasn’t soaked through like she had been with Jacob. The image of his writhing penis popped into her mind. She worked hard to quell the unsavory thoughts that followed.
“You were to deliver us to a new world. And help us prosper there. We were to expand the reach of His Word.” Truth spoke to the empty room. “But you are a conspirator in a plot to spread evil. You have succored vile wickedness.” Again, her vagina clenched at her own words, and her wetness increased. “Do I … do I like evil? Am I meant to sin?”
“Not for long.” Humility walked into the brig and lowered the shield that held Truth in. “You unleashed some wickedness in the mess earlier, but we will put you on the righteous path.”
“You?” Truth sized Humility up. The woman was round and curvy, almost absurdly so. But she was not tall. Perhaps this was a chance to escape. “Did you bring backup?”
“No need.” Humility smiled and winked. “I have the Lord to defend me. Also, I’m here to take you to Jacob. Yeah, see that?” Humility pointed at the sudden shiver that wracked Truth’s body. “You need to see him. I know the feeling all too well.”
“Because you’re a junkie, too.” Truth crossed her arms over her chest and planted her feet. She wasn’t following this woman to her next fix. Something felt odd about the way her arms folded. She realized that her breasts were swollen and sore.
“I don’t even know what that means.” Humility’s laugh was quiet and modest. “I am honored to be the Messiah’s wife. I was one of the first to offer up my fields for holy sowing. We have already reaped a harvest, and there will be many more.” She rubbed her belly.
“Look, I get it. The high is really good. But that’s not God you’re feeling.” Truth moved toward the woman, almost whispering. “God would not bind you all to one man. Your salvation is His mission. Not petty, frivolous thrills.”
The warmth left Humility’s face. “He is not simply ‘one man.’ He is His chosen vessel for spreading our message of fecundity through the galaxy.” She wagged her finger at Truth and cut her off before she could speak again. “Frankly, I’ve heard enough of your blasphemy. You are lucky that Jacob is forgiving. He has welcomed into our flock several that have worked against him. His magnanimity is your salvation.”
“But I –”
“Zip it, Mrs. Sterret.” Humility turned and walked toward the door. “Follow me if you want to see him.”
When it was clear to Truth that the conversation was over and Humility wouldn’t wait for her, she hustled to catch up. They exited the brig together and walked the Errand’s long corridors in silence. With each step closer to the evil that awaited her, Truth’s vagina gushed more and more. She prayed she wouldn’t soak through her uniform again. She didn’t want anyone else to know how much she longed to sin.