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I was a lonesome traveller, journeying my way across a hot arid desert some 2000 plus years ago. I was walking alongside my pack-mule, approaching a notorious place outside Jerusalem. The road I travelled was marked by doomed souls hanging from crosses. All had died from their gruesome wounds.
...All, except one.
I stopped in my tracks as I stared up at the lonely looking figure, who was bathed in an almost blinding golden aura. He had long flowing dark hair, and a neatly full grown beard perfectly landscaped over the most handsome face. He wore nothing but a simple undergarment around his intimacy. Despite his circumstance, he appeared at great ease and comfort. He clasped his eyes upon me, and smiled warmly.
Like a puppet on a string, I stumbled in awe up to the wooden cross he lay on, as my mule walked off to graze at some nearby dusty shrubs.
"W-who are you?"
I gasped my words.
"My lady, I am known by many names."
He smiled.
"Well... Can you pick one? I'm melting too much in this heat to think straight."
I dabbed a cloth against my forehead.
"I'll be most commonly known as Jesus of Nazareth."
He continued smiling peacefully.
"Oh... Well, Mr. Of Nazareth, I'd love to stay and chat but I am thirsty, and my mule is wandering off with my water, so..."
I was about to turn away, when he suddenly narrowed his eyes in concentration for a brief moment, when suddenly the hot dry air turned into a cool refreshing gentle breeze around me.
"How's that feel, miss?"
He asked me with a certain air of smugness.
"Did... Did you just make the air cooler for me?"
I asked, trying to work out if the sudden weather change was just a coincidence or not..
"I've been known to do many things."
He softly chuckled.
"...I have never seen one so happy on a cross. Just what is your game, mister? Why they'd crucify you?"
I bit my lip.
"I am the Son of God."
He announced.
"Oooh, you're that person I've been hearing about,"
I chuckled in realisation,
"Wait a minute. Isn't every person considered a child of God?"
"That is correct."
He replied.
"...So what makes you so special from the rest of us, then?"
I smirked.
"Well, not to brag or anything, but I've performed many divine miracles."
He stated smugly.
"Name one."
I narrowed my eyes in cynicism.
"I've given eyes to the blind. I've given legs to cripples. I've walked on water. I've turned water into wine. I'm currently in the process of dying for everybody's sins. Just wait 'til you see what I do in a few days after my death!"
He grinned excitedly.
"Uh huh, uh huh, that's cool... But I only asked for one example! Show off..."
I rolled my eyes and folded my arms.
"...I also have chocolate flavoured semen."
He stated smugly.
"No way! ...What's chocolate?"
I stared, confused.
He narrowed his eyes in concentration at a seemingly empty basket near the foot of the cross. He then looked into my eyes while he nodded his head in the direction of the basket. I cautiously bent down, and peered into the basket to see a bar-shaped, smooth brown coloured thing. He just nodded reassuringly at me, and so I broke off a piece and placed it into my mouth.
It was like I was tasting love itself, as this sweet brown stuff melted smoothly over my tongue.
"Wow... And you say your semen tastes just like that?"
I questioned him as I helped myself to another piece.
"Kind soul, I can make it taste however you want it to."
He winked.
"Bullshit!"
I gasped with a playful grin.
"It's true. Just ask Mary Magdalene!"
He replied.
"Hmm... Your parlour tricks may work on simple-minded folk, but I'm going to need some more substantial proof of this claim."
I bit my lip, as I ran my eyes up and down his perfect washboard abs.
"Try me."
He winked.
"...Well, guess I am pretty thirsty..."
I licked my lips, and approached a little closer. Well forgive me for being so advanced in my courtship, but he was a real hottie. No one else has ever looked so sexy, all tied up and helpless on a cross before. His perfectly-toned body just crying out to be loved...
Luckily, people were a lot shorter back in those now ancient times. And at 5' 6'', I was quite remarkably tall for my feminine gender back then, so the height of the cross meant my head was pretty much at eye-level to his crotch as I stood before him.
When I peeled the bright white, remarkably clean, lemon-scented cloth off of his lap, I beheld the most miraculous sight. With a pure white glowing light, his perfectly straight, circumcised cock stood tall and proud. In fact, it was perfect in every way. When I wrapped my lips around the head of it, it just swelled further in my mouth, filling my sloppy wet maw to such a perfect proportion. It just sat so easily comfortable in my mouth.
I sucked, and slobbered, and gulped, and slurped on that godly cock. He didn't say much as I worked on him, he just looked down smiling warmly upon me the whole time.
After a while, just as the thought crept into my head of wondering when he was going to cum, his cock started to throb expectantly. When he came, it was truly the most wondrous thing. It was like I could hear the angels themselves singing into my ear, as every fibre of my being erupted like the crackles of a campfire inside of me. It felt like I was floating high above in the clouds.
I was at such peace, as the most deliciously warm manna oozed excitedly all over my tongue and down my throat. It was the most easiest swallow of my life, like as if I was gulping down pure soft creamy honey.
...And it did taste just like chocolate!
"Wow... You really are the Son of God!"
I gasped with a pleased chuckle after a few long moments of enjoying the refreshingly sweet lovely taste. It was such a refreshing orgasm, that I was no longer feeling any thirst whatsoever.
"I'm glad you believe now."
He smiled reassuringly.
"...But wait a minute. You can perform miracles, and yet you can't get yourself off of the cross and heal your wounds? What gives?"
I questioned, as I wiped my wet sticky lips with the back of my hand.
"Oh I could do that at any time, if I wanted to. But I don't want to. I'm quite enjoying myself up here."
He softly chuckled.
"Why? ...In fact, how did they even manage to get you up there in the first place? Being a magic super-human an' all..."
I continued to interrogate him.
"Ah, it's quite simple, really. Let me show you."
And with that, he narrowed his eyes on me again... And suddenly, like as if I was a spectator watching a dream unfold, he showed me just what had happened.
I saw it all. I saw that it was a few days or so earlier. There was a large crowd gathered around a courtyard. I saw the Roman soldiers. I witnessed Jesus on his knees, tied over a large boulder, with a husky Roman whipping his bare back with all his might. And yet Jesus was smiling. He looked as at peace there as he did on the cross.
"Take this, you bad, bad boy, you!"
The Roman jeered as he cracked the whip off of his back.
"Oooh yeah...! I've been such a bad boy!"
Jesus groaned with a pleased grin.
"Yes you have! You've been a very naughty boy, indeed! And naughty boys like you get punished!"
The Roman continued whipping him.
"Where's your Daddy to save you now, you naughty boy?"
The Roman asked mockingly as he whipped him again.
"Right here!"
Jesus cried out.
"Damn right he's right here! Because I'm your daddy now, little boy!"
The Roman jeered.
"Oooh yeah...!! Whip me harder, daddy! And feel free to choke me a little, too...!"
Jesus cried out orgasmically.
The vision then skipped ahead in time to a couple days later. I saw a large line of people stood in the street, watching and jeering as Jesus was dragging his own wooden cross on his back, as Roman soldiers forced him to march outside of the gates of Jerusalem.
"Keep walking, God-boy!"
The Roman with the whip ordered as he smacked it across his arm.
"Yes, sir!"
Jesus gasped with a determined grin.
A random stone in the dusty pathway caught beneath Jesus' foot, which tripped him, and sent him tumbling to the floor.
"You pathetic dog! Crawl on your knees for me, little doggy!"
The Roman yelled as he whipped him again.
Jesus groaned in pleasure and began to crawl along the dusty path. The cross weighing heavily on his back.
"That's right! Crawl, you little dog! Crawl!"
The Roman kept barking as he whipped him.
"Yes, sir...!"
Jesus gritted his teeth and continued to crawl.
"Now bark for me, doggy!"
The Roman mocked.
"Arp! Arp! Arp!"
Jesus yapped.
The vision then skipped ahead in time again. I saw Jesus was now on the cross, with the baying crowd gathered around him. Roman guards were stood right in front of him, admiring their handiwork.
"Where's your God, now?"
One Roman taunted in mocking laughter as another grabbed a spear.
"I'm going to shove my spear so far up you, you'd think you're a shish kebab!"
The Roman with the spear sneered.
"Oooh yeah, shove your spear deep into me, daddy! I deserve it!"
Jesus grinned with his eyes almost bulging out of his sockets with anxious excitement.
"Oh I will, just you watch me!"
The Roman grinned back, and pierced the tip of the sharp spear into his ribs.
"Agghhhhh yeahh...!! That's the spot! Deeper, daddy, deeper! Oh fuck yeah...!"
Jesus sighed out orgasmically as the Roman twisted it, and pulled it out of him.
"Yeah, you take my spear! That's what you get for being such a bad boy!"
The Roman sneered at him.
Suddenly I was pulled out of the scene. I tried to gather my thoughts, trying desperately to make sense of those images I had just witnessed. I looked up at Jesus, who was still smiling peacefully at me.
"Wow, that was... Wow, OK..."
I furrowed my brows just trying to process it all.
"Pretty intense stuff, huh?"
Jesus softly chuckled.
"Damn, Jesus... you a freak, boy!"
I let out a shocked, awkward laugh.
"But whatever. I don't kink shame. You do you, Jesus."
Suddenly the weather changed again. Almost in an instant, dark storm clouds gathered high above in the sky. The black clouds were then pierced by a strong beacon of blinding light. A booming voice roared like the blast of a volcano from the clouds.
"Jesus fucking Christ!"
The voice boomed.
"Yes, Daddy?"
Jesus looked up at them to answer the voice.
"What in the holy fucking Garden of Eden is going on here?! Are you still getting your fucking jollies on that cross?! Fuck's sake, kid, I told you to just come home already!"
The voice was so loud, I thought my skull was going to explode as it boomed in my ears.
"Sorry, Daddy, but I, uh, I still need to do something down here first..."
Jesus stuttered.
"Bollocks you do, you little fuckhead! Oh I knew this wasn't just a stupid phase you're going through, like what your sweet jailbait piece of ass mother told me. Literally, I knew it, because I am God! And I know everything! Whoever says otherwise is a fucking lying piece of shit and I'll fucking smite them for saying otherwise!"
The voice continued bellowing like thunder.
"Sorry, Daddy, just.. Just l-l-let me finish up here a-and I'll be home..."
Jesus continued stuttering.
"No! You're coming home right now, and I'll have none of your fucking smartmouth with me, you little gobshite!"
The light suddenly glowed bright white over Jesus, and in a sudden lightning flash, his body flopped limply, held up on the cross only by the palms of his nailed hands and feet. All of the colour had drained from his skin, turning it pale grey. He was now just a lifeless rotting corpse.
"And as for you, you fucking little harlot!"
The beacon of light dimmed slightly, as it focused it's beam all around me.
"I saw what you did to my boy! Because I am God, and I see everything! ...Say sweetcheeks, how about I pull a Zeus on your sweet ass, and come down there disguised as a big-dicked bull, and have you give me some of that attention with your slutty holes?"
"Uhhh..."
I just gawped like a mind-melted moron, trying to process what the hell is happening.
"Wait a minute, how old are you again?"
The voice suddenly questioned me.
"Um.. 28."
I answered.
"28?! ...I mean, of course I knew your 28. Who says I didn't know that? I am God! I know everything! ...But still, 28?! Fucking hell, you're practically old and decrepit at 28! ...Now if you was 12 years old, with no tits at all and a virgin, unbloodied, hymenated vagina, well now that'd be much more my kind of sweet thing, yeahhh... That's my kind of sweet bag I'd enjoy, oh yes..."
The voice muttered pervily to itself as I crossed my arms, not knowing whether to feel relief or in very shocked offence.
"Ah well. For the sin of being 28 years old - oh and also for sucking off my son as he lay dying on the cross - I damn you to hell! Yeah, that's right, I'm fucking you up like I fucked your mum! Heh heh heh! Heh heh heh!"
The voice roared like cannon fire and laughed the most gratingly annoying dorky wheezing laugh.
"Wait, what?! But that's total fucking bullshit!"
I protested.
"Yeah, but what can you do, sugar-tits? I am God! It's all part of my plan!"
The voice smugly bellowed.
"What fucking plan?!"
I angrily questioned.
"Um... Well.. It's a very simple plan... Let's see..."
The voice started muttering to itself, and I could hear what sounded like paper rustling overhead in the clouds.
"...Create life... Uhhh, the dinosaurs... Adam and Eve - damn, she had a sweet ass, I'd bite her apple any day! Adam can go fuck off, that fucking fag, I'd fill his bitch's tight holes with my nut... Um, well, ah, anyway, it's a very good plan, it is! No mortal can really grasp such a, um, complex and, er, intricate godly plan as mine. And - oh! - right here, look; send the slutty cocksucking bitch with the smart-alleck mouth straight down to hell! So, uh, there we go! It's all part of my amazing plan, it is! For I am God! My plans are the best plans ever! Whoever says my plans aren't the dog's fucking bollocks, wants smiting!"
"Now wait just a cotton-picking minute! Can't I just ask for forgiveness and let Jesus into my heart to stop me from being sent to hell?"
I quickly questioned in a panic.
"Ha ha ha ha ha!"
The voice laughed in what sounded like very derisive laughter,
"You dumb fucking bitch! You let a little something extra of Jesus into you just a short while ago! And look at you, you're still going to hell anyway. Because I am God! I can do anything I want to do! What I say goes! I am all powerful! Much more powerful than any of those other so-called gods. Fucking losers, with their little exclusive loser clubs... What's that Shiva, I'm not invited into your club? Well fuck you, you smelly four-armed faggot! Oh, and speaking of fags - who's the nerd now, Thor?! You fucking hammer-headed thunder-cunt! Look at my awesome power! I am the greatest God ever!"
I just stared up at the light in the dark clouds for a few long awkward moments of silence...
"...Um... I can see you have some issues to work out. I'll just go to hell now then, I guess?"
I sighed.
"Oh, uh, yes, right, hell and damnation... Fucking roast, bitch!"
The voice thundered as the light suddenly burst into fiery hot flames all around me, and I went falling through an opening crack in the ground beneath my feet.
"Damn you, o merciful God!!!!"
I cried out, shaking my fist upwards as I fell down backwards into the deep, hot darkness below...
Will the sexy sinnerful slut survive the sulphurous stream of the Styx?
How will the hellbound hussy handle the heat of hell?
Find out next time, when she returns in,
Hot 'n' Spicy Sacrilege!!!
I was a lonesome traveller, journeying my way across a hot arid desert some 2000 plus years ago. I was walking alongside my pack-mule, approaching a notorious place outside Jerusalem. The road I travelled was marked by doomed souls hanging from crosses. All had died from their gruesome wounds.
...All, except one.
I stopped in my tracks as I stared up at the lonely looking figure, who was bathed in an almost blinding golden aura. He had long flowing dark hair, and a neatly full grown beard perfectly landscaped over the most handsome face. He wore nothing but a simple undergarment around his intimacy. Despite his circumstance, he appeared at great ease and comfort. He clasped his eyes upon me, and smiled warmly.
Like a puppet on a string, I stumbled in awe up to the wooden cross he lay on, as my mule walked off to graze at some nearby dusty shrubs.
"W-who are you?"
I gasped my words.
"My lady, I am known by many names."
He smiled.
"Well... Can you pick one? I'm melting too much in this heat to think straight."
I dabbed a cloth against my forehead.
"I'll be most commonly known as Jesus of Nazareth."
He continued smiling peacefully.
"Oh... Well, Mr. Of Nazareth, I'd love to stay and chat but I am thirsty, and my mule is wandering off with my water, so..."
I was about to turn away, when he suddenly narrowed his eyes in concentration for a brief moment, when suddenly the hot dry air turned into a cool refreshing gentle breeze around me.
"How's that feel, miss?"
He asked me with a certain air of smugness.
"Did... Did you just make the air cooler for me?"
I asked, trying to work out if the sudden weather change was just a coincidence or not..
"I've been known to do many things."
He softly chuckled.
"...I have never seen one so happy on a cross. Just what is your game, mister? Why they'd crucify you?"
I bit my lip.
"I am the Son of God."
He announced.
"Oooh, you're that person I've been hearing about,"
I chuckled in realisation,
"Wait a minute. Isn't every person considered a child of God?"
"That is correct."
He replied.
"...So what makes you so special from the rest of us, then?"
I smirked.
"Well, not to brag or anything, but I've performed many divine miracles."
He stated smugly.
"Name one."
I narrowed my eyes in cynicism.
"I've given eyes to the blind. I've given legs to cripples. I've walked on water. I've turned water into wine. I'm currently in the process of dying for everybody's sins. Just wait 'til you see what I do in a few days after my death!"
He grinned excitedly.
"Uh huh, uh huh, that's cool... But I only asked for one example! Show off..."
I rolled my eyes and folded my arms.
"...I also have chocolate flavoured semen."
He stated smugly.
"No way! ...What's chocolate?"
I stared, confused.
He narrowed his eyes in concentration at a seemingly empty basket near the foot of the cross. He then looked into my eyes while he nodded his head in the direction of the basket. I cautiously bent down, and peered into the basket to see a bar-shaped, smooth brown coloured thing. He just nodded reassuringly at me, and so I broke off a piece and placed it into my mouth.
It was like I was tasting love itself, as this sweet brown stuff melted smoothly over my tongue.
"Wow... And you say your semen tastes just like that?"
I questioned him as I helped myself to another piece.
"Kind soul, I can make it taste however you want it to."
He winked.
"Bullshit!"
I gasped with a playful grin.
"It's true. Just ask Mary Magdalene!"
He replied.
"Hmm... Your parlour tricks may work on simple-minded folk, but I'm going to need some more substantial proof of this claim."
I bit my lip, as I ran my eyes up and down his perfect washboard abs.
"Try me."
He winked.
"...Well, guess I am pretty thirsty..."
I licked my lips, and approached a little closer. Well forgive me for being so advanced in my courtship, but he was a real hottie. No one else has ever looked so sexy, all tied up and helpless on a cross before. His perfectly-toned body just crying out to be loved...
Luckily, people were a lot shorter back in those now ancient times. And at 5' 6'', I was quite remarkably tall for my feminine gender back then, so the height of the cross meant my head was pretty much at eye-level to his crotch as I stood before him.
When I peeled the bright white, remarkably clean, lemon-scented cloth off of his lap, I beheld the most miraculous sight. With a pure white glowing light, his perfectly straight, circumcised cock stood tall and proud. In fact, it was perfect in every way. When I wrapped my lips around the head of it, it just swelled further in my mouth, filling my sloppy wet maw to such a perfect proportion. It just sat so easily comfortable in my mouth.
I sucked, and slobbered, and gulped, and slurped on that godly cock. He didn't say much as I worked on him, he just looked down smiling warmly upon me the whole time.
After a while, just as the thought crept into my head of wondering when he was going to cum, his cock started to throb expectantly. When he came, it was truly the most wondrous thing. It was like I could hear the angels themselves singing into my ear, as every fibre of my being erupted like the crackles of a campfire inside of me. It felt like I was floating high above in the clouds.
I was at such peace, as the most deliciously warm manna oozed excitedly all over my tongue and down my throat. It was the most easiest swallow of my life, like as if I was gulping down pure soft creamy honey.
...And it did taste just like chocolate!
"Wow... You really are the Son of God!"
I gasped with a pleased chuckle after a few long moments of enjoying the refreshingly sweet lovely taste. It was such a refreshing orgasm, that I was no longer feeling any thirst whatsoever.
"I'm glad you believe now."
He smiled reassuringly.
"...But wait a minute. You can perform miracles, and yet you can't get yourself off of the cross and heal your wounds? What gives?"
I questioned, as I wiped my wet sticky lips with the back of my hand.
"Oh I could do that at any time, if I wanted to. But I don't want to. I'm quite enjoying myself up here."
He softly chuckled.
"Why? ...In fact, how did they even manage to get you up there in the first place? Being a magic super-human an' all..."
I continued to interrogate him.
"Ah, it's quite simple, really. Let me show you."
And with that, he narrowed his eyes on me again... And suddenly, like as if I was a spectator watching a dream unfold, he showed me just what had happened.
I saw it all. I saw that it was a few days or so earlier. There was a large crowd gathered around a courtyard. I saw the Roman soldiers. I witnessed Jesus on his knees, tied over a large boulder, with a husky Roman whipping his bare back with all his might. And yet Jesus was smiling. He looked as at peace there as he did on the cross.
"Take this, you bad, bad boy, you!"
The Roman jeered as he cracked the whip off of his back.
"Oooh yeah...! I've been such a bad boy!"
Jesus groaned with a pleased grin.
"Yes you have! You've been a very naughty boy, indeed! And naughty boys like you get punished!"
The Roman continued whipping him.
"Where's your Daddy to save you now, you naughty boy?"
The Roman asked mockingly as he whipped him again.
"Right here!"
Jesus cried out.
"Damn right he's right here! Because I'm your daddy now, little boy!"
The Roman jeered.
"Oooh yeah...!! Whip me harder, daddy! And feel free to choke me a little, too...!"
Jesus cried out orgasmically.
The vision then skipped ahead in time to a couple days later. I saw a large line of people stood in the street, watching and jeering as Jesus was dragging his own wooden cross on his back, as Roman soldiers forced him to march outside of the gates of Jerusalem.
"Keep walking, God-boy!"
The Roman with the whip ordered as he smacked it across his arm.
"Yes, sir!"
Jesus gasped with a determined grin.
A random stone in the dusty pathway caught beneath Jesus' foot, which tripped him, and sent him tumbling to the floor.
"You pathetic dog! Crawl on your knees for me, little doggy!"
The Roman yelled as he whipped him again.
Jesus groaned in pleasure and began to crawl along the dusty path. The cross weighing heavily on his back.
"That's right! Crawl, you little dog! Crawl!"
The Roman kept barking as he whipped him.
"Yes, sir...!"
Jesus gritted his teeth and continued to crawl.
"Now bark for me, doggy!"
The Roman mocked.
"Arp! Arp! Arp!"
Jesus yapped.
The vision then skipped ahead in time again. I saw Jesus was now on the cross, with the baying crowd gathered around him. Roman guards were stood right in front of him, admiring their handiwork.
"Where's your God, now?"
One Roman taunted in mocking laughter as another grabbed a spear.
"I'm going to shove my spear so far up you, you'd think you're a shish kebab!"
The Roman with the spear sneered.
"Oooh yeah, shove your spear deep into me, daddy! I deserve it!"
Jesus grinned with his eyes almost bulging out of his sockets with anxious excitement.
"Oh I will, just you watch me!"
The Roman grinned back, and pierced the tip of the sharp spear into his ribs.
"Agghhhhh yeahh...!! That's the spot! Deeper, daddy, deeper! Oh fuck yeah...!"
Jesus sighed out orgasmically as the Roman twisted it, and pulled it out of him.
"Yeah, you take my spear! That's what you get for being such a bad boy!"
The Roman sneered at him.
Suddenly I was pulled out of the scene. I tried to gather my thoughts, trying desperately to make sense of those images I had just witnessed. I looked up at Jesus, who was still smiling peacefully at me.
"Wow, that was... Wow, OK..."
I furrowed my brows just trying to process it all.
"Pretty intense stuff, huh?"
Jesus softly chuckled.
"Damn, Jesus... you a freak, boy!"
I let out a shocked, awkward laugh.
"But whatever. I don't kink shame. You do you, Jesus."
Suddenly the weather changed again. Almost in an instant, dark storm clouds gathered high above in the sky. The black clouds were then pierced by a strong beacon of blinding light. A booming voice roared like the blast of a volcano from the clouds.
"Jesus fucking Christ!"
The voice boomed.
"Yes, Daddy?"
Jesus looked up at them to answer the voice.
"What in the holy fucking Garden of Eden is going on here?! Are you still getting your fucking jollies on that cross?! Fuck's sake, kid, I told you to just come home already!"
The voice was so loud, I thought my skull was going to explode as it boomed in my ears.
"Sorry, Daddy, but I, uh, I still need to do something down here first..."
Jesus stuttered.
"Bollocks you do, you little fuckhead! Oh I knew this wasn't just a stupid phase you're going through, like what your sweet jailbait piece of ass mother told me. Literally, I knew it, because I am God! And I know everything! Whoever says otherwise is a fucking lying piece of shit and I'll fucking smite them for saying otherwise!"
The voice continued bellowing like thunder.
"Sorry, Daddy, just.. Just l-l-let me finish up here a-and I'll be home..."
Jesus continued stuttering.
"No! You're coming home right now, and I'll have none of your fucking smartmouth with me, you little gobshite!"
The light suddenly glowed bright white over Jesus, and in a sudden lightning flash, his body flopped limply, held up on the cross only by the palms of his nailed hands and feet. All of the colour had drained from his skin, turning it pale grey. He was now just a lifeless rotting corpse.
"And as for you, you fucking little harlot!"
The beacon of light dimmed slightly, as it focused it's beam all around me.
"I saw what you did to my boy! Because I am God, and I see everything! ...Say sweetcheeks, how about I pull a Zeus on your sweet ass, and come down there disguised as a big-dicked bull, and have you give me some of that attention with your slutty holes?"
"Uhhh..."
I just gawped like a mind-melted moron, trying to process what the hell is happening.
"Wait a minute, how old are you again?"
The voice suddenly questioned me.
"Um.. 28."
I answered.
"28?! ...I mean, of course I knew your 28. Who says I didn't know that? I am God! I know everything! ...But still, 28?! Fucking hell, you're practically old and decrepit at 28! ...Now if you was 12 years old, with no tits at all and a virgin, unbloodied, hymenated vagina, well now that'd be much more my kind of sweet thing, yeahhh... That's my kind of sweet bag I'd enjoy, oh yes..."
The voice muttered pervily to itself as I crossed my arms, not knowing whether to feel relief or in very shocked offence.
"Ah well. For the sin of being 28 years old - oh and also for sucking off my son as he lay dying on the cross - I damn you to hell! Yeah, that's right, I'm fucking you up like I fucked your mum! Heh heh heh! Heh heh heh!"
The voice roared like cannon fire and laughed the most gratingly annoying dorky wheezing laugh.
"Wait, what?! But that's total fucking bullshit!"
I protested.
"Yeah, but what can you do, sugar-tits? I am God! It's all part of my plan!"
The voice smugly bellowed.
"What fucking plan?!"
I angrily questioned.
"Um... Well.. It's a very simple plan... Let's see..."
The voice started muttering to itself, and I could hear what sounded like paper rustling overhead in the clouds.
"...Create life... Uhhh, the dinosaurs... Adam and Eve - damn, she had a sweet ass, I'd bite her apple any day! Adam can go fuck off, that fucking fag, I'd fill his bitch's tight holes with my nut... Um, well, ah, anyway, it's a very good plan, it is! No mortal can really grasp such a, um, complex and, er, intricate godly plan as mine. And - oh! - right here, look; send the slutty cocksucking bitch with the smart-alleck mouth straight down to hell! So, uh, there we go! It's all part of my amazing plan, it is! For I am God! My plans are the best plans ever! Whoever says my plans aren't the dog's fucking bollocks, wants smiting!"
"Now wait just a cotton-picking minute! Can't I just ask for forgiveness and let Jesus into my heart to stop me from being sent to hell?"
I quickly questioned in a panic.
"Ha ha ha ha ha!"
The voice laughed in what sounded like very derisive laughter,
"You dumb fucking bitch! You let a little something extra of Jesus into you just a short while ago! And look at you, you're still going to hell anyway. Because I am God! I can do anything I want to do! What I say goes! I am all powerful! Much more powerful than any of those other so-called gods. Fucking losers, with their little exclusive loser clubs... What's that Shiva, I'm not invited into your club? Well fuck you, you smelly four-armed faggot! Oh, and speaking of fags - who's the nerd now, Thor?! You fucking hammer-headed thunder-cunt! Look at my awesome power! I am the greatest God ever!"
I just stared up at the light in the dark clouds for a few long awkward moments of silence...
"...Um... I can see you have some issues to work out. I'll just go to hell now then, I guess?"
I sighed.
"Oh, uh, yes, right, hell and damnation... Fucking roast, bitch!"
The voice thundered as the light suddenly burst into fiery hot flames all around me, and I went falling through an opening crack in the ground beneath my feet.
"Damn you, o merciful God!!!!"
I cried out, shaking my fist upwards as I fell down backwards into the deep, hot darkness below...
Will the sexy sinnerful slut survive the sulphurous stream of the Styx?
How will the hellbound hussy handle the heat of hell?
Find out next time, when she returns in,
Hot 'n' Spicy Sacrilege!!!
Anastasia
- 15.03.2021
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