Froberg
21st March 2005, 00:21
Found this cool snippet on another board :D
(stealing owns!)
Mark tribute thread.
Jesus and his Apostles, tired from their long journey across the hot Syrian desert, breathed a heavy sigh of relife when they spotted a small villiage situated next to an oasis. Drawing nearer, they could make out the forms of the villiage people, bustiling about their daily chores in the midday heat. Drawing upon a group of young women doing their laundry in the oasiss, spoke down from them sitting astride his ass.
"Fair women, pardon, but my compatriots and I have journeyed long and far across this blessed infernal wasteland, pray, could we but cleans ourselves in this pool? We shall surely give sermon to your town afterwards, if we could but make ourselves more presentable beforehand."
"Gladly, blessed sir, we have heard rumors of you, and would consider it an honor if we could but wash these robes blessed with your holy sweat." The most senior of the girls spoke.
"Very well then, so it shall be done." Jesus said. Swinging one leg over the donkey in an elegant arc, he lept upon the ground and commensed disrobing alongside his men.
They lounged languidly in the cool pond, letting the hot breeze dry their long, flowing hair. The sun shone brightly on their muscular, freshly washed chests as they leaned back and enjoyed it's warming rays. After they had relaxed and dressed in freshly washed linens, a tall woman, dressed head to toe in a flowing black robe, approached from behind a palm tree. Beckoning Jesus and his apostles forward, she quickly turned and ran down a narrow alley. Following her quickly, the party soon found themselves standing at the door of a run-down wooden shack, with the woman nowhere to be found. Peter, ever the brave one, stepped forward and threw the door open. An old, ailing man lay on a straw pallet in the corner, his eyes glazed over with age and rheumatism, he reached out to the strangers in the doorway, calling them forward. Jesus knelt by the old man, taking his frail hand in his dark, muscular grip, Jesus spoke; "What is it, my child? How may I ease your suffering?"
"Please... Ease my pain..." the old man exhaled. "The one cure.... The one cure... Is..." His breath came labored at this moment, and his pitiful form was wracked with coughs. "Fucking..." Jesus lept back in horror, aghast a moment as the man, no, monster, seemed to rise as if some puppet on strings. The geriactric's eyes glowed red with malice, and all seemed lost, until Jesus heard shouting from outside the shack.
"iron reaver SOUL STEALER!" The hut's side exploded, and the demon was punctured by a sizeable peice of timber, which all but cleft him in twain. Standing amidst the rubble, in a cloud of smoke, was none other than Judas, noose still hanging about his neck. "Jesus..." Judas strode forward and lifted his comrad out of the debrits. "I've... I've come to atone for my sins..." Jesus gently laid his hands on the mans' shoulder.
"You don't need to, my child." Judas stared deeply into Jesus' eyes.
"You- You're bleeding!" Judas quickly leaned forward and licked a small cut on Jesus' cheek before Jesus pushed him away.
"No, Judas. No more. Not here." Judas understood.
Jesus and his apostles, preparing to testify in the town square, were again accosted by the woman in black.
"I brought you this, in thanks...." She whispered. Her voice was think, like the desert breeze, as she handed Peter a dish laiden with spiced meats. He began to stammer;
"I.. We... The followers of Jesus do not accept payment for our services... It is friday... I cannot... I cannot eat.... Meat..." A carnal fire awoke within Jesus' most trusted ally. Elija, sensing something was amiss, quickly moved to strike the meat from Peter's hand, but was too late. Peter quickly spun, and kicked Elija square in the chest, before turning on his meal and devowering it like a Mormon devowers wives. Juice ran down his face, dribbling down his neck and staining his shirt. He could feel his body changing, his face lenghtening, his arms bulking up, his legs, too, until they could no longer support his weight, and he had to continue feasting on all fours. The woman laughed, and tore off her robe, revealing a voluptuous body, feminism in it's every incrnation. Peter, feeling the burn of another passion to satiate, charged straight at her, using the bulk of his weight to knock her to the ground, before penetrating her wet love-hole with his long, canine member. She laughed menacingly, encouraging the beast with her passionate moans. Grabbing his head, she forced him to lap at her breasts while she arched her back in excasty. Harder, faster, Peter thrusted with more might until he reached the ultimate bliss, and exploded inside her, one, two, three times. Feeling this, the woman in black quickly wrapped a chain around his neck and, still dripping dog semen from her vagina, lead him away.
Judas was awestruck. "Jesus, what shall we do? Surely, we must rescue him?" Jesus sighed, feeling the weight of the crown upon his head.
"No, my son, he has chosen this path and has betrayed me." Judas was confused.
"But... How? He can still be saved!" Jesus put up a silencing hand.
"No, my son, he is lost. His cock crowed three times."
:grin: :lol: :lol: :lol:
(stealing owns!)
Mark tribute thread.
Jesus and his Apostles, tired from their long journey across the hot Syrian desert, breathed a heavy sigh of relife when they spotted a small villiage situated next to an oasis. Drawing nearer, they could make out the forms of the villiage people, bustiling about their daily chores in the midday heat. Drawing upon a group of young women doing their laundry in the oasiss, spoke down from them sitting astride his ass.
"Fair women, pardon, but my compatriots and I have journeyed long and far across this blessed infernal wasteland, pray, could we but cleans ourselves in this pool? We shall surely give sermon to your town afterwards, if we could but make ourselves more presentable beforehand."
"Gladly, blessed sir, we have heard rumors of you, and would consider it an honor if we could but wash these robes blessed with your holy sweat." The most senior of the girls spoke.
"Very well then, so it shall be done." Jesus said. Swinging one leg over the donkey in an elegant arc, he lept upon the ground and commensed disrobing alongside his men.
They lounged languidly in the cool pond, letting the hot breeze dry their long, flowing hair. The sun shone brightly on their muscular, freshly washed chests as they leaned back and enjoyed it's warming rays. After they had relaxed and dressed in freshly washed linens, a tall woman, dressed head to toe in a flowing black robe, approached from behind a palm tree. Beckoning Jesus and his apostles forward, she quickly turned and ran down a narrow alley. Following her quickly, the party soon found themselves standing at the door of a run-down wooden shack, with the woman nowhere to be found. Peter, ever the brave one, stepped forward and threw the door open. An old, ailing man lay on a straw pallet in the corner, his eyes glazed over with age and rheumatism, he reached out to the strangers in the doorway, calling them forward. Jesus knelt by the old man, taking his frail hand in his dark, muscular grip, Jesus spoke; "What is it, my child? How may I ease your suffering?"
"Please... Ease my pain..." the old man exhaled. "The one cure.... The one cure... Is..." His breath came labored at this moment, and his pitiful form was wracked with coughs. "Fucking..." Jesus lept back in horror, aghast a moment as the man, no, monster, seemed to rise as if some puppet on strings. The geriactric's eyes glowed red with malice, and all seemed lost, until Jesus heard shouting from outside the shack.
"iron reaver SOUL STEALER!" The hut's side exploded, and the demon was punctured by a sizeable peice of timber, which all but cleft him in twain. Standing amidst the rubble, in a cloud of smoke, was none other than Judas, noose still hanging about his neck. "Jesus..." Judas strode forward and lifted his comrad out of the debrits. "I've... I've come to atone for my sins..." Jesus gently laid his hands on the mans' shoulder.
"You don't need to, my child." Judas stared deeply into Jesus' eyes.
"You- You're bleeding!" Judas quickly leaned forward and licked a small cut on Jesus' cheek before Jesus pushed him away.
"No, Judas. No more. Not here." Judas understood.
Jesus and his apostles, preparing to testify in the town square, were again accosted by the woman in black.
"I brought you this, in thanks...." She whispered. Her voice was think, like the desert breeze, as she handed Peter a dish laiden with spiced meats. He began to stammer;
"I.. We... The followers of Jesus do not accept payment for our services... It is friday... I cannot... I cannot eat.... Meat..." A carnal fire awoke within Jesus' most trusted ally. Elija, sensing something was amiss, quickly moved to strike the meat from Peter's hand, but was too late. Peter quickly spun, and kicked Elija square in the chest, before turning on his meal and devowering it like a Mormon devowers wives. Juice ran down his face, dribbling down his neck and staining his shirt. He could feel his body changing, his face lenghtening, his arms bulking up, his legs, too, until they could no longer support his weight, and he had to continue feasting on all fours. The woman laughed, and tore off her robe, revealing a voluptuous body, feminism in it's every incrnation. Peter, feeling the burn of another passion to satiate, charged straight at her, using the bulk of his weight to knock her to the ground, before penetrating her wet love-hole with his long, canine member. She laughed menacingly, encouraging the beast with her passionate moans. Grabbing his head, she forced him to lap at her breasts while she arched her back in excasty. Harder, faster, Peter thrusted with more might until he reached the ultimate bliss, and exploded inside her, one, two, three times. Feeling this, the woman in black quickly wrapped a chain around his neck and, still dripping dog semen from her vagina, lead him away.
Judas was awestruck. "Jesus, what shall we do? Surely, we must rescue him?" Jesus sighed, feeling the weight of the crown upon his head.
"No, my son, he has chosen this path and has betrayed me." Judas was confused.
"But... How? He can still be saved!" Jesus put up a silencing hand.
"No, my son, he is lost. His cock crowed three times."
:grin: :lol: :lol: :lol: