Post by Jasmine Leigh on Jul 6, 2008 20:29:05 GMT -5
Jasmine knelt before the alter, her hands pressed lightly together and her lips moving silently in prayer. She crossed herself and stood. She dusted off the knees of her designer jeans and straightened her top. There was a moan as she turned around. She smiled to herself.
Before her, tied to a large wooden cross, was the priest. He was just coming to. He had a huge bruise at the side of his head from where she had knocked him out only an hour ago. The cross was lying on a table frame with a smaller bench underneath it. Unlit candles stood underneath him and she held a box of matches in her hand.
"Are you going to tell me what I want Father?" She asked, her voice soft and serene. The man shook his head.
"None of the priests here touched your man," He insisted. Jasmine shook her head sadly.
"That's too bad." She said, her voice still soft. She leaned down to light one of the candles underneath him. She lit it just beneath his groin. At first, the heat flickered before the flame lit. She stood next to him and when she made sure he was watching, she began to unbutton her shirt. She took it off and threw it casually aside She slipped out of her jeans.
She stood in just her bra and undies, before the priest. He closed his eyes.
"No, I'll not die in sin..." He moaned. Jasmine smiled and drew a knife from her bag. She used it to cut open his shirt till he was bare chested. She climbed on top of him, hands tracing over his chest. She unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants and underwear. She lowered her hands till her fingers stroked his upper thighs. Beyond his will, the desire that she had been counting on reared up in him. She saw him rise unwillingly. She smiled and leaned forward, one leg on either side of him. She knew the heat from the candle would work to her advantage. She licked the valley of his shapely chest and placed a kiss on his resisting lips. He groaned again. She took off her undies and shoved them into his mouth so he couldn't say anything.
She took the knife to his groin and sliced hard and quick. His scream was muffled as blood seeped from the place where she had cut. She held his still stiff snake in her hand and moved again until her breasts covered the priests face. His shuddering gasps for air stopped soon enough. She moved to check his pulse. He was dead. Smothered in the sin he had spent his life trying to avoid. She pulled her undies from his slack jaw and pulled them on. She was dressed quickly.
But she wasn't done. She put her prize in a jar, screwed on the lid and shoved it into her bag. She lit the rest of the candles and poured oil over the dead man. She let the flames rise and lick at his body. She grabbed her bag, straightened her hair and started out the door. "Amen"
Before her, tied to a large wooden cross, was the priest. He was just coming to. He had a huge bruise at the side of his head from where she had knocked him out only an hour ago. The cross was lying on a table frame with a smaller bench underneath it. Unlit candles stood underneath him and she held a box of matches in her hand.
"Are you going to tell me what I want Father?" She asked, her voice soft and serene. The man shook his head.
"None of the priests here touched your man," He insisted. Jasmine shook her head sadly.
"That's too bad." She said, her voice still soft. She leaned down to light one of the candles underneath him. She lit it just beneath his groin. At first, the heat flickered before the flame lit. She stood next to him and when she made sure he was watching, she began to unbutton her shirt. She took it off and threw it casually aside She slipped out of her jeans.
She stood in just her bra and undies, before the priest. He closed his eyes.
"No, I'll not die in sin..." He moaned. Jasmine smiled and drew a knife from her bag. She used it to cut open his shirt till he was bare chested. She climbed on top of him, hands tracing over his chest. She unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants and underwear. She lowered her hands till her fingers stroked his upper thighs. Beyond his will, the desire that she had been counting on reared up in him. She saw him rise unwillingly. She smiled and leaned forward, one leg on either side of him. She knew the heat from the candle would work to her advantage. She licked the valley of his shapely chest and placed a kiss on his resisting lips. He groaned again. She took off her undies and shoved them into his mouth so he couldn't say anything.
She took the knife to his groin and sliced hard and quick. His scream was muffled as blood seeped from the place where she had cut. She held his still stiff snake in her hand and moved again until her breasts covered the priests face. His shuddering gasps for air stopped soon enough. She moved to check his pulse. He was dead. Smothered in the sin he had spent his life trying to avoid. She pulled her undies from his slack jaw and pulled them on. She was dressed quickly.
But she wasn't done. She put her prize in a jar, screwed on the lid and shoved it into her bag. She lit the rest of the candles and poured oil over the dead man. She let the flames rise and lick at his body. She grabbed her bag, straightened her hair and started out the door. "Amen"
