Church of the Gooey Death and Discount House of Prayer
They gaped upon me with their mouths, as a ravening and a roaring lion.
I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint:
my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.
My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my
jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death
This will contain short stories... Connie is first...
The Lady Connie was both defiant and compliant when I brought her out before the congregation. She wore earrings and a navel ring, bejeweled with diamonds and astrology symbols and nothing else. The little vixen stood with her shoulders back to thrust out her tits and her legs apart lewdly displaying her shaved cunt. There was no need for shackles or manacles; her lover was bound on a rack in the church basement and being well attended to.
I walked her onto the platform where the cross awaited her. There was a polite applause from the congregation. It’s not large but there are more people every week.
I clear my throat and say “Sinner Connie, have you offered your confession freely to the Church of the Gooey Death and Discount House of Prayer?”
“I have, Reverend Tree” she lied. If looks could kill, I’d be incinerated and forever be burning in hell.
“Sinner Connie, have you been told what your penance will be?” I ask.
“Yes, Reverend Tree.”
“And do you accept your penance?”
“I do, Reverend Tree” she replied.
“The sinner Connie has confessed to decorating body to please her lover. She has placed her lust before the mores of the community. Sinner Connie, I hold before you the spikes that will be driven through your fresh and affix you to the wood. Do you freely surrender your body to be pierced by the iron so you can become one in union with the cross of your death?”
“I do” she replies. The congregation grows louder. It will be a good collection today.
“Sinner Connie, do you accept that in union with the cross you will be raised to hang crucified to writhe in pain and agony so that that your lust-filled mind and body might be purged purge of your sins so your soul may be saved?”
“I do.”
“And sinner Connie, do you understand that death will be the only relief from the agony of your crucifixion?”
“I do.”
“By the powers I vested in me, I condemn you to be nailed to the cross, raised, and hang naked, until your mortal body succumbs to the ravages of crucifixion. May God have the mercy on your soul that we cannot afford to offer the vessel that carries it on earth. You may mount the cross…”
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They gaped upon me with their mouths, as a ravening and a roaring lion.
I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint:
my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.
My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my
jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death
This will contain short stories... Connie is first...
The Lady Connie was both defiant and compliant when I brought her out before the congregation. She wore earrings and a navel ring, bejeweled with diamonds and astrology symbols and nothing else. The little vixen stood with her shoulders back to thrust out her tits and her legs apart lewdly displaying her shaved cunt. There was no need for shackles or manacles; her lover was bound on a rack in the church basement and being well attended to.
I walked her onto the platform where the cross awaited her. There was a polite applause from the congregation. It’s not large but there are more people every week.
I clear my throat and say “Sinner Connie, have you offered your confession freely to the Church of the Gooey Death and Discount House of Prayer?”
“I have, Reverend Tree” she lied. If looks could kill, I’d be incinerated and forever be burning in hell.
“Sinner Connie, have you been told what your penance will be?” I ask.
“Yes, Reverend Tree.”
“And do you accept your penance?”
“I do, Reverend Tree” she replied.
“The sinner Connie has confessed to decorating body to please her lover. She has placed her lust before the mores of the community. Sinner Connie, I hold before you the spikes that will be driven through your fresh and affix you to the wood. Do you freely surrender your body to be pierced by the iron so you can become one in union with the cross of your death?”
“I do” she replies. The congregation grows louder. It will be a good collection today.
“Sinner Connie, do you accept that in union with the cross you will be raised to hang crucified to writhe in pain and agony so that that your lust-filled mind and body might be purged purge of your sins so your soul may be saved?”
“I do.”
“And sinner Connie, do you understand that death will be the only relief from the agony of your crucifixion?”
“I do.”
“By the powers I vested in me, I condemn you to be nailed to the cross, raised, and hang naked, until your mortal body succumbs to the ravages of crucifixion. May God have the mercy on your soul that we cannot afford to offer the vessel that carries it on earth. You may mount the cross…”
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