Lord and Savior

There once was a good girl named Eve,
Definitively naïve.
Her walk drew stares to the swell of her rump;
Her pussy, though hidden, did beg to be pumped
And she spent her life in make-believe.

Her head was filled with old quotes
A two-thousand-year-old con man wrote.
She’d long pledged her soul to her merciful God
Vowing to snub every unmarried rod
No matter how silky her throat.

‘Twas foolishness all ‘till the day
Her ludicrous faith did betray.
She met a witch granting wishes for cash
Who promised to make her dreams real in a flash
For Eve had been led quite astray.

Nine days, not a more did pass
When just before Eve left for class
Did Jesus appear in her college dorm hall
And opened her door– robes, halo and all
Clearly staring at her ass.

Her heart leapt into her throat;
She’d promised her life to devote
To the prophet now standing eight feet from her bed,
A man with an oddly luminescent head,
And deep down, she longed to be smote.

Her lips, though still plump, turned white
As the man whom every night
She’d thanked for health, for family and life,
Had prayed to for strength, forgiveness, no strife,
Took in the whole pretty sight.

“Praise be, O Lord, is it you?”
“My child, none other, ‘tis true.”
His gaze crawled over her slight, trembling chest
“And if you aren’t the prettiest whore in the west!
Now let’s see what you can do…”

“My Lord?” she asked, all aflutter.
He met her gaze. “Did I stutter?”
“I must have misheard, forgive me,” she said,
But He lifted and threw her straight onto the bed.
Not one more word did she mutter.

She screamed instead, “What is this?
Some practical joke from Nerys?”
Jesus let her shout, and without a care
He made her little round bottom quite bare,
Glowing with innocent bliss.

He asked, “Saving that just for me?
How kind of you to stay pristine.
It won’t be much longer, don’t worry, my sweet–
We’ll find something for those tight ass-cheeks to eat.
Those Gomorran girls would be green!”

He closed the door, let His robes fall
And noticed that Eve was still sprawled.
Reluctant to go against her savior’s word
She’d moved not an inch, her ass nude and upturned;
He’d found an obedient doll.

Ashamed, Eve couldn’t but stare
For His cock swayed proudly mid-air.
The girl had no reference for size or for girth
But suspected His rod must feel like giving birth;
She knew her Lord wouldn’t dare.

“My Lord, please, what are you- Ow!”
He spanked her and made her cry out.
“I’ve changed my mind, Eve,” He said with a start.
“You need to learn, like a good little tart,
To shut your beautiful mouth.

“Whores like you shouldn’t talk,
Not when they’re near unsucked cock!
Now get on your knees, say your evening prayers
Just like you do when I’m listening upstairs,
Only this time the words might get blocked.”

She climbed from the bed half-undressed
To pass her Lord’s final test
She knew once she offered her body to take
He’d pull an Old Testament "Abraham fake".
She knelt at His feet to be blessed.

His hand found her neck instead
And pulling her close, He thus said,
“This is what other girls your age each learned
When by Satan, each of those sluts were wrong-turned;
Now it’s your turn to try giving head.”

He pressed the tip of His dick
To her succulent lips, to lick,
Then foregoing anymore lectures, He swelled,
Sending her dreams of nunhood straight to hell,
And forced Himself past her lipstick.

She gave Him a warm, wet welcome
As her mind struggled to succumb
To the rod making such great use of her face,
Yet her lips gave an involuntary embrace,
Almost making Him cum.

She gagged and He held her still,
Plowing fast against her will.
A generous Lord, He gave her more air
Through magic, so His cock could stay where
She could suckle, awaiting her fill.

He lasted not thirty pumps
Before shooting His seed as He humped
Her glowing, red face, caressing her cheek,
Painting with cum all her pearly white teeth,
Then He turned her 'round for her rump.

Not a moment was spared, ‘fore the Lord
Gave rise to His deflated sword,
Bent Eve o’er the bed as He readied his mast,
Then buried His holy old cock in her ass
Making her squeal a sharp chord.

“That’s the wrong hole, Lord!” she cried.
“Bitch, shut up your whining and ride!”
Jesus repeatedly crammed to the hilt
His ten-inch iron bar of Christian guilt
Into the confused Sodomite.

O! How her buttocks did clench
‘Round His drilling, hammering wrench!
They wobbled and shook as He filled her with meat,
Frequently lifting her off of her feet,
Using the half-naked wench.

“Eve, don’t say this isn’t a prize
In your bashful, innocent eyes!
Never would you have requested your ass
Be stuffed full of cock like it needs, hard and fast.
It had to come by surprise!”

“And I think to give thanks for your bliss,
An Our Father wouldn’t go amiss.”
So, as she took her hard pounding, Eve sobbed
And murmured the God-reverent words while He throbbed,
Her cunt getting loudly ball-kissed.

“Amen,” she said, gulping air,
Tasting cum on her lips, too aware
Of the pistoning pole getting ready to spurt
In her asshole, which burned in a world of hurt
And Christ spanked her like a mare.

Then before He could shoot off His seed,
Eve felt sudden indulgent need.
She’d never allowed herself pleasure like this
But her pussy convulsed while her asshole submissed
And she came from the whole sinful deed.

“I knew it! You can’t hide a slut,
Not from me, with that thick, arching butt!”
Then Jesus joined her in orgasming throes,
Blessing her bowels, vanishing all her clothes
And calling her all sorts of smut.

“Please, Lord, is that enough?”
“Bitch, I saw you cum getting stuffed!
Now I know you’re not quite a math prodigy
But surely you know how to count up to three–
There’s still one hole needs to be fucked!”

“Oh, please, my Lord, just imagine
What husband doesn’t want a virgin?
I promise never in my life to confess
What you’ve done, but please stop before you unbless
My good, untouched Christian skin.”

“O, Eve, you misguided harlot
You’re so fucking logic-retarded!
Your purpose was always to be my new whore
From when I returned to the Earth, evermore–
An ass for me to make scarlet!”

On his promise, He did deliver:
He cupped her ass, made her shiver,
Then rained down like hellfire a torrent of spanks,
All the while silently giving great thanks
For the way her buttocks did quiver.

“What have I done wrong?” she yelped,
And looking down, He couldn’t help
But slide his cock briefly back into her mouth
To make her shut up like they do in the south;
She tasted her ass through the welts.

Her cacophony of squeals
Affirmed her ass wouldn’t heal,
Not for many weeks, and that was assuming
The Son of God chose not to give her more toolings
No, she’d get used to that feel.

Then the Savior used His thumbs
To split open the folds of her plum.
He teased it for only a second; she moaned
Before He drove into the new cunt He owned,
Making her soft legs go numb.

His battering ram made short work
Of Eve’s pussy, which went quite beserk.
A newly-used bride, eternally marred,
She involuntarily came again hard
And Jesus noticed with a smirk.

He took one breast in each hand
Trying to think up reprimands,
Then laughed at his own silly need for an aim
And pinched her thick nipples, stoking her flame,
Keeping her painf’lly well-manned.

The Eve noticed something unbased:
Her phone hovered before her face.
And just as Jesus filled her womb full of seed
She realized He’d live-streamed the entire deed–
Proof she’d stopped being chaste.

Then before she could protest
He snapped the whole cum-slobbered mess
And sent it heavenward, to those in her phone
Who, being good Christians, could never condone
Such a debauched display of weakness.

“Now that’s taken care of,” He said,
“Just to knock that on the head,
So you don’t get ideas about fucking off home,
I’ve burned that bridge for you, now you’re mine alone:
A whore to be fucked, spanked and bred.”

Then Jesus gave her a quick kiss,
Transporting her to straight to Tanis.
And lo, Eve became the new Whore of Christ
Awaiting His orders, old life sacrificed
To foster His every bliss.