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Writer: Mick Carter
Subject: It’s Crucifixion Day!
Link: LS666 Comments / 11.04.2024
Author’s Notes: In my Satan-Wankery, in the depths of night, I close my eyes and dream of all sorts of filthy images. Last night was no exception — it’s crucifixion day and the Roman soldiers are having some fun with Jesus before they nail the weak and shaking soon-to-be-dead fucker to the cross.
It’s Crucifixion Day!
“There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God, the holy habitation of the Most High” — Psalms 46:4
It’s a sweltering-hot day and they are drunk on the thought of the kill. Also drunk on the copious amounts of wine they have consumed.
They and the townsfolk are all drunk because they are about to see the life drain out of the bastard Christian who has devastated their lives, ruined their fornication pleasures, and taken away their prostitute lifestyles.
Men, women, and children who (before Jesus’ teachings to the townsfolk) had enjoyed drunkenness, idolatry, incest, fornication, mass orgies, homosexuality, and the like can see a return to their old lifestyle.
They were elated that soon, once the fucker was dead they could resume their old lifestyles.
“Strip him!”
The Son of Fucking God is stripped of his loincloth and shouts go up and wolf whistles from the prostitutes when they see that God dished out a good set of cock and balls to his Only Son.
Jesus’ whole body is sweating profusely, the balls hang low, and the uncircumcised cock is thick although flaccid.
“Boys!” shouted a Roman guard. “Jesus hates homosexuality! Come over here. And show him what homosexuals do to each other!”
Five, fourteen-to-fifteen-year-old boys strip and stand around Jesus stroking sweaty erections, jerking their hips lewdly towards the naked savior of the world.
They are joined by eight naked, teenage prostitutes who dance around also, their fingers sliding in and out of each other’s filthy cunts, all spewing filthy jizz.
“Come on boys, anoint Jesus with your filthy-stinking cheesy cocks!” one of the girls shouts.
The boys cluster around, pull their foreskins back, and thrust against Jesus’ groin, transferring the filth to Jesus’ naked, sweating body. Jesus’ face is screwed up in disbelief at the atrocity of the lewd acts of the filthy teen boys and girls. He can’t help but stare down in disbelief as his genitals are smeared with dick cheese, the product of incestuous fucking with sisters and aunties.
The girls pull the boys away and they all put their arms around Jesus’ body and start screwing their filthy, jizz-full cunts on his cock and balls. The smell rises in the heat and Jesus is assailed by the filthy stink of unwashed sex.
“Lie the fucker down!” screams one of the girls, “I’m gonna sit my fucking cunt right on the fucker’s face, this fucking spoiler of fun, this pansy, piece of scum is goin’ to taste my brother’s, uncles, and punter’s filthy scum right out of my stinking hole!”
Jesus’ feet are kicked from under him and he thuds to the ground, gasping at the shock as the reality hits just what is happening to him.
“That’s it! Open yer fucking mouth,” she screams and jumps onto him, squirming, wiping, and sliding the stinking slime over his face.
Jesus tries to spit but there’s too much slime, then the boys join in, kneeling around Jesus’ head and wiping their stinking, drooling, smegma-coated cocks around his face and mouth.
“Christ Jesus fucking God he doesn’t like a bit of cunt-spew mixed with cock-cheese, does he?”
“No!” laughed one of the girls, turning to the crowd.
“Super-clean and washed, Jesus fucking Christ, doesn’t know what he’s been missing at our drunken fornication orgies, does he folks?”
The crowd is getting restless at watching the debauchery and abuse of the man they have grown to hate with a vengeance, they are standing around, young girls (some preteens) fondling men, boys fondling men, women fondling men and women fondling women- the drunken excitement is building as they work themselves to a frenzy around the devastated Jesus.
A mother pushes her way through, holding her six-year-old girl under the armpits. The little girl opens her legs and the mother lowers the child’s little slit into Jesus’ head.
“Work it around, baby, yea, wriggle it on him like that, yeah! Make Mama proud, you just made Jesus a pedophile!”
The crowd erupts with giggles and laughter.
THE END?