When the Holy Ghost Speaks

His voice creeps up inside of it, a whisper, when He's not around
miles away in fact, like some schizophrenic attack or demonic possession.    
Like satan speaking to yashua in the wilderness.    
You can hear both the love and mischief in His sadistic tone.
I want it to serve God well while it is earning God's tribute.
The whore tries to keep the thick need out of its voice when it replies but its pussy spasms causing it to stubble over its words.
Ye yes God.
The bitch inside of it whimpers and whines internally
Even though it could've sworn it didn't vocalize it out loud
God says Shhhhh
My sweet slut its so good for taking so much.
Endure for Me once more with pride
The whore inhales deeply taking in the serenity of His will
What is it? God inquires sternly      
and its voice comes in a rasp as it answers to the empty room.      
A hole waiting to be filled God.      
A whore waiting to be used.      
Yours.
it feels drunk and hot
it's fleash sweaty.
The bitch grumbles, needy to lick and chew on God.
Who does it do this for?      
Sopping and vibrating it confesses...    
For You God.
Then the spirit of God asks rhetorically of course...  
Haven't I been nice?      
Generous even?    
it's gotten far more than it deserves.      
Haven't I been kind?      
To keep its pussy wet all day    
And Yet all it can think about is its need to come. Dumb whore.      
Silly little cumdump.      
My dirty needy whore He says.
The bitch barks and pants heavily
Then He goes quiet and His silence sounds like laughter.  
Imagines of it kneeling and licking His feet flashes briefly before its eyes  
then again of its eyes rolled back into its head as His asshole grips its tongue
The bitch shatters and howls
The whore swears its tears are audible
its pussy hums and drips to His enjoyment of its hysteria.  
He was satisfied with His torture.  
The next time we talk on the phone it's like nothing ever even happen.  
Did He really say those things to it or was it all just in its mind it questions reality.
  
Humbly At Your Mercy,    
Your vessyl 🐾