Chapter 14

“There, that should do the job, I hope,” I chuckled as I set down the tape recorder.

“The ‘job’ meaning hypnotic messages while time is frozen, you mean,” Hannah licked her lips as she contemplated the full meaning of my conspiracy.

“Yes, because that will carry on my influence past the frozen stage, even more than it already seems to be. I don’t think that I need to do too much more to you, though, do I? You’re already my head slut, my favorite bitch, if you will, aren’t you?” I caressed Hannah’s face as she bit her bottom lip in delight.

“Oh, fuck, yeah! That’s all I wish to be. You’re strange, but my kind of strange. And those powers. Well, clearly, you’re a god of some sort. The only question is what kind? Maybe THE GOD, for all I know. Being a deity’s plaything, his personal fuckmeat, that sounds like an honor, wouldn’t you say?” Hannah winked at me as we played the recorder.

“Britney, you’re mine now. You’re free from your father. When you awaken, your father will be out of your life. Do not ask who I am. I AM that I AM! You belong to me. You will serve me in all things and follow my every instruction, my every command. Do not question or test the Lord thy God! Now, relax as we enjoy your body and it becomes a vessel to receive your Heavenly Father’s seed. Just kick back and let your God and his chosen consort ravish you!”

With that, I unwrapped Britney Spears like a Christmas present and began to have my way with her, playfully biting her neck and shoulders as I eased into her pussy from behind. Hannah spread her cheeks apart and started rimming the fuck out of the pop diva. The more I humped Britney, pumping in and out of her luscious gash, the more Hannah flicked her tongue across the crack of Britney’s ass, making her involuntarily moan on every last stroke. I held Hannah’s head down between Britney’s cheeks, not that it was necessary, just enjoyable to keep my favorite’s mouth in place at the pop star’s rosebud.

I was so fucking pleased with myself for removing Britney’s IUD when I did. She couldn’t very well be bred by God if she was on a contraceptive, unless I could conjure up another miracle. Far easier if she was simply fertile in the usual sense. Part of my evolving plan was to knock up as many female celebrities as I could. After all, they could afford to raise babies, could they not, and as God, I had a sacred duty to pass on my holy seed on whichever ladies struck my fancy.

I really looked forward to seeing Britney fucking Spears swell up with a baby bump that I gave her. She would look so adorable and sexy in maternity clothes! Even at close to forty, she would make such a lovely baby mama for the Supreme Being, just as Hannah already did (among others). I still looked forward to Natalie Portman and her maid, Anastassia Obregon, turning up in public while expecting my brats. The same was true of Vera and Taissa Farmiga, sisters and now lovers at my behest.

On about the fifth screaming orgasm, Britney gushed and pissed herself while I spilled my load inside her silky snatch. There, I thought, but I’m far from done with you, of course. I am going to enjoy your body in every way conceivable. Especially your sweet, tight ass, of course. Maybe I’ll have you and Taylor Swift date each other and write horrible songs about each other if and when you break up. I still need to impregnate Taylor, anyway. To say nothing of Shakira, Ariana, Katy Perry, Beyonce, Miley Cyrus, and that was just some singers.

I had plenty of actresses and models to knock up, too. Not to mention royals, Paris Hilton, Kim Kardashian, etc. I smirked as I eased my cock into Britney’s ass and Hannah shoved her butt into the pop star’s face. I definitely took photos of Britney Spears rimming my girlfriend. How much sultrier and steamier could things get?

I was certainly eager to find out. And as God now, I was more than capable of ensuring the opportunity for myself. In case one accused me of blasphemy, if I wasn’t God, who the hell was? I certainly had more divinity than Jesus Christ or whatever he was called nowadays.