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On the day of Jesus's execution, Jerusalem was bathed in aurulent sunlight beaming downfrom a azure and cloudless sky. The multitude of Judea had gathered before thegubernatorial palace of Pontus Pilate so to see the verdict rendered. Among all thesecommon-born labourers and salesmen stood grandee members of the Sanhedrin, thewizened and fundamentalist elders of the Israelite religion who had orchestrated theMessiah’s downfall.The Savior and the Warden of Palastine themselves were positioned on a stately balconywhich overlooked the thronging masses. Between the two parties also stood a column ofLegionaries in single-file so to main some distance between their governor’s home and theill-cultured provincials that he ruled. These were positioned on some stairs leading to aslightly elevated platform, so that every individual in the crowd could behold thesegmentata-wearing soldiers clearly.Touched by the Redeemers preaching and wise-words during their previous meeting, theEmperor's representative had become unwilling to kill him. Having been informed of theHebrew custom to spare one condemned man during Passover, he had presented theGalilee to the population in order to hear their ruling. The options were either Jesus, or aviolent brigand known as Barabbas. This thug stood half-naked between the balcony and theguardsmen, his intense stench making him unsuited to be housed in official quarters.Hook-nosed and swarthy, he was of a simian ugliness. In short, the bandit looked like someman-imp that had crawled out of gehenna.Asked to defend himself, the Messiah did so with celestial elegance. The multitude that hadscreamed for his blood soon turned doubtful and reticent. Even the iron-hearted Sanhedrinstirred with emotions inside their mummified husks. He had wronged both their race and theEmpire with his proselytization, yet the fair-haired Prophet seemed to possess a sparkle ofthe divine. Allowing such a pious soul to die in favour of a loathsome raider appeared a crimeto grievous for any of them to burden. Even now he preached to them and the words werelike honey of goodness and truth. Resigned within their hatred, they knew that Jesus mustlive and continue to spread the good word, no matter the consequences for faith and state.The Galilean was just approaching the end of his sermon when a harsh voice rang out in thedistance."Clear the way!" announced some plume-headed Centurion, marching ahead of somesquadron that was approaching the platform between the sentries and the mansion."Isn't that Longinus's core?" asked the befuddled Roman Patrician."Sir, it looks like they're escorting some woman amongst them," said his closest aide."By Jove, she appears naked!" exclaimed the Governor.Right as he had said so, the tightly-clustered legionaries dispersed and exposed Mary to thecrowd. A loud gasp went through that ocean of people. Seeing this, Jesus serenecountenance dropped and he turned utterly ashen-faced and slack-jawed, stupified into acataleptic condition by the appearance of his mother!"Sorry Governor!" Longinus jocularly called. "This woman is a character-witness that weforgot to bring in!"She looked like Venus defiled! Posing voluptuously in the nude, Mary's body was absolutelycaked with sordid male emissions. Bundles of the stuff had coagulated her black hair intotacky tresses and her once immaculate skin was flaky with cummy residues. Last night’sescapade became instantly intuitive to anyone with even an inkling of knowledge in howRoman soldiers treated their women. Semites in the crowd pointed and stared while shouting"That is Jesus's mother Mary of Nazareth!" to everyone who wasn't in-the-know as to theirkinship."Make way men. Let the Israelites see her as she provides her defence," Longinus ordered,those single-file warriors blocking the view for the crowd dispersing. "Alright! Now, what doyou have to say about the holiness of your son?"Her response was a longwinded coo. "Oooh—I want your thick morning manna!" shecoquettishly croaked, avoiding the question and plummeting onto her knees while fishing fortheir cocks. In one sentence, she had proved herself not an unlawfully ravaged Maiden but adeplorable hooker open-for-business who didn't even have a mind for her son's potentialexecution."By the Lord what is she doing!?" someone shouted as she pulled out those rigid dick-sticksand started sucking on their bulbous crowns. There was a loud susurration at witnessingsuch unabashed public fellatio. She was acting lewder than even the most seasonedprostitute."I'm eating the thick manna that grows on Roman cocks," she moaned in absentmindedreply. "It's nutritious dickcheese! The same that Moses summoned in the Sinai desert!""Blasphemy!" vociferated the youngest of the Sanhedrin."The Messiah's mother is supposed to be a virgin! But this is the most disgraceful slut I'veever seen!" another yelled. "Jesus can't even keep his own mother in check!
