Divine Gift Ch 5 (the end)

As you guys know, I moved on to Divine Poker because I just didn't feel like the central premise of Divine Gift was going to be long enough lasting. I'd basically given him unlimited power. BUT, I've also made a New Year's resolution to try to wrap up old stories this year. So here's my first in hopefully a string of stories over the next few months that wrap up older, unfinished stories. Hopefully this is a satisfactory ending to Danny and Karen's story. Don't worry though, we'll meet this weird version of God again ;)

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I kept the changes to a minimum for the next couple days. Just little things here and there. I changed Karen’s race. Her height. Hair color. What she liked in bed. What she liked to do in her spare time. Nothing major. Nothing crazy. I was still a little gun shy based on what had happened. What if I’d done something crazier. Given her wings or something. Would I have transformed the human race into winged aliens living in the clouds of Venus? Maybe I should stick to the simple sexy stuff.

After the third day of that, Karen seemed to notice I was being more reserved. She was underneath me while I fucked her ass to her third orgasm as I held on to her narrow little waist right above where it flared out into the ample bubble butt I’d given her. Basically just your normal morning.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck,” she was chanting as she clenched on my cock, spurring my own orgasm and flooding her needy backdoor. She swiftly turned around and started licking me clean, staring at my eyes while she performed her wifely duties with unrestrained gusto. “What’s wrong, baby?”

I was silent for a minute as I looked at her, not sure how to frame the answer. The truth was, there was nothing wrong. My life was perfect now. Absolutely, insanely, unimaginably perfect. And yet somehow I just had this… blah… feeling. “Nothing, go back to sucking my cock clean.”

She smiled at me and obeyed, but kept looking up at me through her thick eye lashes. She made cute little mewling noises as she tried to coax another erection out of me. When she couldn’t, she knew something was legitimately bothering me though. Karen came up for air and curled up beside me, nuzzling against my shoulder and whispering quietly in my ear, “Seriously, Danny. What’s wrong? You can tell me anything you know?”

“I know,” I said, still unclear how to even articulate what was bothering me.

“No… I mean anything… because you can always just make me forget it if you want,” she said.

That got through to me. I realized she was right. I didn’t need to pick my words with her about something. I should probably just talk it all through with her.

“I got kind of freaked out the other day,” I said quietly.

“When you made me a movie star?”

“Yeah… Not just that though… It was like I changed the whole world around us.”

Karen’s eyes lit up, “I know. It’s so hot.”

“I guess,” I said simply. I looked out the bedroom window and remembered that morning. The perfect beachfront vista was etched in my mind almost as clearly as the blonde nymphet my wife had been plowing. I’d moved us to a whole new house with just the power of my imagination and the accidental reality warping that accompanied it. “But I didn’t do it on purpose. It was an accident. And it freaked me the fuck out.”

“Why? It’s so sexy, baby. God gave you this power. He wouldn’t do that without knowing you wouldn’t abuse it.”

I looked at my wife who stared at me with doe eyed devotion. Sometimes I wished I could see myself through her eyes. She seemed utterly convinced I could do no wrong. It was flattering but also a weighty burden.

“Even by accident? I mean, I wasn’t TRYING to do anything crazy but somehow I made the world entirely different by mistake.”

“Trust God, Danny. Remember. This was all a reward for you,” she said.

“More a reward for you that I just greatly benefit from.”

My wife blushed. She actually blushed at the idea that God would reward her with her greatest fantasy. She’s a special woman. “A reward for both of us, then. And we’re supposed to amuse God, right? Don’t you think it amused him to see me placed in such an insanely ridiculous situation?”

I thought about what Karen said. Frankly, I was reluctant to ascribe motive, meaning or method to the God that I’d met. He hadn’t exactly been like I’d expected. Ineffable was now a word that had a clear meaning to me thanks to my dreamy encounter.

“Tell you what, babe. Let’s get your mind off things. Let’s go out… In fact, I’m kind of in a ‘need-to-be-embarrassed-used-and-humiliated’ kind of mood so do something crazy to me. Go nuts. Trust yourself.”

“You really get off on this?” I asked. I’d undone most of the changes I’d made to Karen and confined myself to mostly just physical changes and letting her remember everything that had transpired. So this was all her

She nodded, “Yes… Master. Submitting to you willingly is hot. Being forced to submit to you is hotter. Being forced to do it even when the rational corner of my mind screams that I shouldn’t is about the hottest thing I could imagine.”

I looked at her, racking my brain for something I could do to her that would hit all those buttons. Embarrassed, Used and Humiliated. I imagined Karen being addicted to my cum. Physically needing it. Like a drug. Except her withdrawal symptoms would be increased arousal. The longer she went, the more turned on she got. Every minute, she’d get more and more turned on. She wouldn’t understand what was happening or why. She’d just know that her cunt was getting more and more needy.

“Okay my little slut. Here’s the rules for the day. You’re going to look online and find the absolute sluttiest outfit that you think you can wear in public. I’m going to imagine I bought it for you last week and you’re going to wear it out. You’re going to pick up a girl for me. We’re going to bring her back here and I’m going to fuck her. You don’t get to fuck me again until I’ve had every hole in our little toy. Understand?”

Karen nodded and gave a whole body shudder of arousal. Fifteen minutes later she was dressed and ready to go. She’d found a picture of Christina Aguielera wearing a micro-mini jean skirt and some sort of blue scarf like cloth that wrapped around both tits and her neck leaving large swaths of her boobs exposed. Now my wife stood there looking about three times as sexy and four times as slutty as the pop starlet had managed. My cock was already rock hard and I could already see the look of arousal in Karen’s eyes. We headed out, me in a suit and her in that insanely trashy outfit.

“Where would be the best place to go to pick up some girl for your husband?” I asked.

“Dressed like this? A club?” she said. I realized she was embracing the revealing clothing a little too readily. I imagined her being more conservative and embarrassed and she instantly covered herself up reflexively.

“Don’t cover yourself,” I instructed. She looked at me and fought back whatever she was going to say before forcing hands to her side. “Are you wet?”

She nodded.

“Are you turned on?”

Another nod and a lip bit.

“About the thought of me fucking some slut while you watch?”

A shake.

“Oh… you want to get fucked yourself?”

“Yes,” she whispered. Her whole body was flushed with a mixture of arousal and embarrassment.

“That’s not very obedient of you though. You should be imagining some hot little toy riding my cock and enjoying the thing that you don’t get to have.”

Karen rolled her eyes and moaned slightly. I could see her nipples poking out firmly through the thin material and I reached out to graze them gently with my finger. Her whole body spasmed as if she’d been struck by electricity. She twitched and bucked and gasped at the slight teasing touch. “And I don’t think a club is where we should go. I think we should go to the mall. How’s that sound?”

“The… the mall?” Karen asked, eyes wide as she looked at me.

“That way everyone can see what a cheap slut you are in good lighting.”

“O… o… okay,” she stammered, taking it all in. She shot me a shy little smile and tucked her gorgeous red hair behind her ear nervously. The rest of the ride was in silence as she stewed over what was going to happen. And while she was stewing, I was planning.

When we got to the mall, she carefully extricated herself from the car, careful to avoid flashing the entirety of the parking lot. She wasn’t wearing any underwear and the skirt was incredibly short, probably not even long enough to fully cover her ass when she sat. We walked in hand-in-hand. Both of us were very aware of the stares she was getting. I gave a thought for a moment then pictured Karen being a very minor local celebrity. She had started a small fundraiser to raise money for cancer research. Basically, people pledged to give $1 each day she wore a skimpy celebrity outfit to the mall. I did a little quick mental arithmetic and imagined that she’d raised $10 million dollars.

I opened my eyes and suddenly the mall was packed. Cameras were flashing and people were recording with their cell phones… Shit… I think I overshot. I quickly thought about her having raised $100,000 instead and suddenly the mall was back to normal. A little more busy then when we’d first gotten here and a few people watching and even a couple clapping. The looks from the women weren’t nearly as judging and the looks from the men were more friendly too. Turns out dressing like a slut is socially permissible when done for a good cause… who knew.

Karen took in the looks and straightened herself up a little bit. Doing this for charity made it a little easier for her to fight through her embarrassment. She was still just as flushed as before, but now she was doing it with pride and purpose. We walked through the mall, enjoying the stares when suddenly I felt Karen’s hand squeeze mine.

“What? What’s wrong?” I said.

“Look,” she said and pointed. I followed her long, well-manicured finger and looked at one of the stores. “The cashier… recognize her?”

I didn’t at first. She was a youngish blonde girl, maybe 20 or so. Attractive in a sort of girl-next-door kind of way. She looked familiar but I didn’t recognize her. I shook my head, “No… who is she?”

Suddenly Karen was very excited, “She’s your slut for today.”

“What? Her? Why her?”

“Trust me, stud.” She suddenly seemed completely confident. Frighteningly so, actually. Before I realized, Karen was hauling me across the marble tiled floors into the little clothing store that this girl was working in.

“Imogen?” Karen asked. How the hell did she know this girl’s name? She didn’t have a nametag. And I may not have recognized her but I was 100% sure that I didn’t know her name.

“Yes?” the girl asked curiously. “Oh… you’re that girl from the internet. The one raising money?”

“Yeah. That’s me. I’m Karen and this is my husband Danny.”

“Nice to meet you… but… uhmm… how’d you know my name?” she asked. The girl was giving Karen a funny look with occasional glances over at me. She twirled her hair nervously and I noticed her fight to avoid glancing up and down Karen’s exquisite body. I think she might have been more interested in my wife than me. An intriguing if slightly disappointing possibility.

“We’ve met before. Once. But I’m sure you don’t remember.”

“At a party?” the girl asked, “Sometimes parties get a little crazy, you know?”

“Something like that,” Karen said and leaned forward. The girl’s eyes bugged out as she saw my wife’s tits shift and jiggle under the barely there cloth covering across them. “Tell me something, Imogen. How do you feel about famous people?”

Imogen got a strange look on her face before saying, “I kind of have a thing for them,” she said.

“A fetish maybe?”

Imogen looked around and gave a quirky smile, “Maybe a little one.”

“See that guy over there in the corner?” my wife asked. Imogen and I both followed my wife’s gaze and saw a man holding his phone up taking pictures of us. “He’s filming me right now. Several people are. I’m not movie star famous, but I’m kind of a minor celebrity right now.”

“Oh wow,” the girl said then glanced at me again and smiled. That’s when it hit me. This was the girl that my briefly imagined bull-dyke wife had been plowing with a huge strap-on. The image flicked through my mind. I don’t know why I was surprised, of course that girl would be real. I hadn’t imagined her. Reality had just plucked the most appropriate person into my new version of history. But apparently my wife remembered all of the fake history that went along with it. And now she was using it to get this girl to do what we wanted. What a devious little wife I had!

“That’s really cool,” she said, leaning in closer to Karen. “I don’t know what I told you at that party, Karen. But I’m glad I did, I think.”

Karen leaned into the girl and whispered something in her ear. She looked at me and then her eyes went wide. Karen whispered something else and Imogen said, “Oh my… yeah?”

Karen leaned back and said, “So, what do you think?”

Imogen bit her lip. A very cute affectation. Then she seemed to steel her courage and said, “I get off in fifteen minutes.”

Karen said, “No, but it won’t be that long after that.”

The girl blushed and Karen giggled at her discomfort. “Danny’s going to have soooo much fun with you.”

We walked back out into the mall, leaving the girl to finish up her work nervously, glancing at us every now and then. Karen sat on the bench outside the store facing back at Imogen. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, flashing Imogen each time the blonde happened to glance our way. I whispered quietly, “So you remember your night with her?”

“It’s a weird, kind of hazy memory. Like I don’t remember picking her up. But I do remember, remembering to pick her up. It’s a memory of a memory.”

I nodded, trying to understand. “Probably because we didn’t ever ACTUALLY pick her up. The only thing that really happened was you fucked her for a few minutes. But to make that feel real, you needed to have those memories. I guess that makes sense.”

“Your power is so trippy, Master,” Karen said then gave me a sweet little kiss. We waited for an interminable 15 minutes before Imogen clocked out and walked towards us. She looked cutely nervous but was smiling and clearly excited. Karen hopped up and went up to her, giving her a huge kiss that took both Imogen and my breath away. And I wasn’t even the one getting kissed!

“Wow,” Imogen said and Karen looked down at her and smiled.

“Just as good as I remember,” Karen said.

Imogen looked up at my wife, “That must have been some party. Did we really hook up?”

Karen smiled coyly and gave a little shrug, “Play your cards right and I’ll tell you all the details.”

The three of us walked out to the car, nervous energy buzzing amongst us. I pulled the keys out of my pocket when I felt my wife’s hand glide up my spine and her whisper in my ear, “Do something crazy. Make it wild, baby. Go nuts,” she said. My cock was so stiff, I was barely able to think straight.

“I dunno, babe,” I said.

“Please? Trust me… trust God… Master,” she said, giving me a little sneaky grin.

I couldn’t resist that look. I closed my eyes and thought about something crazy for Karen. I pictured her as a famous mad scientist, always building crazy sex contraptions. I opened my eyes when I heard Imogen gasp. “Oh my God. I can’t believe it’s finally happening,” she said.

Instead of my car, in front of us was a windowless paneled van with gaudy purple and green lettering proclaiming it as, “Karen’s Sex Wagon.”

I chuckled, curious what I’d managed to create. “I have all your toys,” Imogen said, pulling down the collar of her shirt and showing a circuit laden plastic collar with metal studs all the way around. “I’m wearing the other two right now,” she said, blushing.

“Oh good,” Karen said, pulling out a long metallic stick with several knobs on it.

“What’s that?” Imogen asked.

“The master control rod. I put a backdoor into all my products,” she said, showing a positively evil grin. “Watch. Pleasure,” she said and turned the first knob to a five setting. Imogen had to put her hand out to the side of the van for support as her eyes rolled into her head and her knees went weak. “Or Pain,” she said and flipped the first knob back to zero and another know up to 3. This time Imogen yelped, grabbing her ass as if someone had swatted her.

It was at this point, I also became aware of several other women and even a couple men in the parking lot who all exhibited similar reactions. Karen waved to them and called out, “Just doing a little experiment! You’ll like the next one,” she yelled before quietly saying to me, “Want to see ‘mind breaking orgasm’, honey? It’s a setting that only I can access. Watch this,” she said.

I watched in fascinated horror as she flipped open a sliding panel at the bottom and carefully turned a dial not to 10 but one notch past it. She took it to 11. Suddenly there were 15 women in the parking lot convulsing on the ground, or in their cards or just across the hoods. Orgasmic, ecstatic screaming was filling the air while onlookers watched and laughed. Imogen was twitching like she was having some kind of seizure and her eyes were rolled into the back of her head while she writhed on the grass next to our car. “Karen… isn’t this hurting them?”

“Of course not, love,” she said. But suddenly there was a crashing sound and I looked up to see two cars had collided. It was a tiny fender bender. Just someone backing up from a spot that hit a car slowly moving forward. The woman driving only had her hands visible as they flailed against the window in ecstasy. “Oops,” Karen said, devoid of any actual remorse. She turned the secret knob back down to zero, “I guess I should add some sort of fail safe, huh?”

“You think! Karen, this is crazy,” I said.

“Then fix it… Master,” she said, her grin back to being that evil manipulative grin.

I looked around, seeing a cop climb out of his car to look at the woman in the car and then look back at us. He started forward. I didn’t know what to do. I just closed my eyes and imagined that Karen wouldn’t get in trouble for this. When I opened, I wasn’t even sure what I was looking at. We were… was this the fucking oval office?

“Karen?” I asked.

“You should call her Madam President,” Imogen said as her head popped up from under the desk. Karen just smiled and placed her hand on Imogen’s head, pushing her back down.

“Don’t listen to her, honey. I mean… it is the oval office so she’s probably right. You should call me Madam President in here but we’re alone right now. So no big deal.”

“What the fuck have I done?” I asked to nobody in particular.

“Made me very, very happy,” she said. “Now, Russia’s pissing me off. Bring me the launch codes will you?”

And that’s when I fainted.

I woke up on a beach. The temperature was perfect. The breeze was light and the sun was beating down on my face. I was wearing a pair of tattered jean shorts and a loose white tank top. I rubbed my face, surprised to feel stubble that felt like five days worth. “Where am I?” I asked out loud, and heard no answer. In the distance, a single seagull cried out but other than that and the gentle ocean waves crashing, I heard nothing.

I looked up, and realized something was deeply wrong. It was a bright, cloudless day. But there was no sun in the sky. I looked around, reflexively holding my hand over my eyes only to realize it wasn’t necessary. The only objects in the sky were the moon and… what the fuck? The earth???

“Welcome to heaven, Danny,” a voice said behind me. I must have jumped three feet in the air and screamed out a very manly scream of terror. I turned around, and saw him. God. He looked totally different than he had before, and yet somehow both unrecognizeable and unmistakeable. His head was half gold, half obsidian this time with twin blue flames where his eyes should be. His entire right side from neck to foot was reptilian with each finger an eyeless snake and each toe a tail. It was like five snakes wound up running the length of him. And on the left, it was just mud, dripping and oozing, both up and down in defiance of gravity.

“Shit… what have a I done? Did Karen blow up the world?”

He laughed a genuine, mirthful laugh. “No. Of course not. I wouldn’t let that happen, Danny. Your wife was right about that. I’ve been watching. You were… You were sort of an experiment,” he said. “Sorry.”

“An experiment?” I asked, confused more than angry.

“I wanted to know what would happen if I gave unlimited power over one individual. Turns out, I probably should have toned down that whole ‘unlimited power’ thing, I guess,” he said, patting me on the shoulder with his snake appendage. The five little snakes snapped and hissed in my ear but didn’t actually bite me. It was still terrifying.

“I’m so sorry, sir… uhmm… your excellence… Uhh…,” I said, stumbling over words.

“Call me Yahweh. That’s the easiest, I think.”

“Uhh… sure… okay… I’m so sorry, Yahweh. But… uhmm… didn’t you see this coming?”

“Free will’s a tricky thing, my boy. I give it to you guys and it means you’re individual actions are out of my control. I know how things will turn out, of course. But how you people choose to get there is a mystery even to me.”

“So… uhmm… how bad is it?”

“Oh, she actually pressed the button. You kinda turned her into a power hungry despot who didn’t care about laws, you know?”

“Shit… I mean… uhmm… sorry… I didn’t mean to.”

“No big deal. I intercepted the electrical signal and then brought you guys here.”

“So we’re dead?”

“Well… that’s up to you, Danny.”

“What do you mean?”

“I figured as way of an apology, I’d give you a choice,” he said. “You and Karen can live out your lives here, in this slice of heaven.”

“Uhh… if it’s heaven, wouldn’t our lives be forever?”

“It doesn’t work like that if I bring you here early,” he said, the flames in his eyes dimming and his head bowing in what seemed like a sad gesture. “But you’ll be happy, you’ll never age, you’ll eventually just… fade out together after fifty or sixty years.”

“Oookay… What’s option #2?”

“I send you back down to Earth and you take your chances getting into heaven the normal way,” he said.

“Uhmm… about that… how hard is that?”

“Not too bad… there’s a point system. Karen’s pretty much a lock, although that whole ‘nuking the world’ thing cost her some points. There were mitigating circumstances we’re giving her credit for. You have some room to make up but your extra credit work weighs well.”

“But I have to make this decision for both Karen and I?”

He nodded, then leaned into me, pressing his muddy shoulder to mine and whispering, “But the fact that you thought to ask about that got you fifty points. So you’re in positive territory for once, my boy,” he said.

My head was spinning. This was all so bizarre. I felt like I was in some kind of twisted version of a TV show.

That’s when it hit me, “Hold on. This isn’t really Heaven is it? This is secretly Hell and you’re fucking with me, aren’t you?”

“No, Danny. I am not… fucking with you,” he said, leaning forward, “This isn’t the Good Place. I’m not a secret demon. I’m giving you a choice. Go back, or stay here.”

I thought about it, “What’s life like if I go back?”

“You guys are all back to normal… well…,” he thought for a second, “I’ll leave you with the little bonus gift. No harm in that, right?” he elbowed me conspiratorially in the stomach, causing the snakes to twist and hiss, snapping at me again.

“Okay… I guess… we’ll uhmm… well… eternity does seem pretty nice. We’ll go back and take our chances,” I said.

“Excellent. That’s another fifty points, btw. You’re cruising now. I knew the big dick would be an enticement,” he said with a laugh.

“No… that’s not it… it’s just,” I said, stammering again.

“NOW I’m fucking with you Danny,” he said. It was so weird to hear God swear. So weird. “And, for doing the right thing, I’m giving you guys one last little parting gift, okay?”

“What…?” I started to ask but the world faded away. Then, with a flash, I was back in my old bedroom. Nothing crazy. Just pitch black. The only thing unusual was the woman writhing on top of me. I reached up, feeling for Karen’s perky tits almost as a reflex. She moaned, and slid back and forth faster on me. Her pussy was tight and dripping down my shaft which I could tell was buried deep inside her.

Suddenly, a light flicked on from the bathroom and a stunning redhead walked out. “Karen?” I asked in surprise. Then looked up. Imogen was the one on top of me squeezing her pussy around my shaft.

“You two started again without me. Can’t you ever get enough?”

“I… I…. uhmm,” I stammered.

“Don’t worry. Imogen and I were watching the whole thing. God explained it all and we were there watching you choose. We’re happy you chose the way you did,” she said, shucking her bathrobe and revealing her exquisite, perfect body. The one she’d had me tweak her into.

“You… you kept your new body?” I asked as I felt Imogen contract around me causing me to gasp.

Karen slid sensually into bed beside me and kissed me softly on the lips, “God told me I should get to keep a little something too,” she said.

“Fuck… so fucking good,” Imogen said.

“Too bad Imogen didn’t get anything,” I said.

“Oh… I did,” she said with a brilliant smile.

“What?”

“Oh, this,” she said and suddenly all three of us were screaming in the most powerful orgasm I’d ever felt. It was like all three orgasms rode off of each other, cresting and crashing together as I filled her clenching cunt with a gallon of cum.

Karen was the first to speak as she kissed first me and then Imogen, “That might be the best gift he gave any of us… wow.”

“Yeah… God is good,” I said and the three of us all collapsed in a naked, laughing heap on the bed.