| Morgan Meets Satan – The Beginning Being a single mother who has suffered more than my share of guilt, I welcome you to share my fantasy. Morgan Jennings tossed and turned in her bed, pulled her sweat-drenched pillow over her face to silence her desperate moans of misery, afraid that her 11-year-old daughter Sarah would hear her. Unable to complete the simple act of masturbation because of the guilt that now consumed this God-fearing born-again Christian woman, Morgan cried out in a desperate prayer to Jesus Christ, her Lord and Savior. She had prayed with her pastor, Brother Richard, and confessed her sin of seeking physical release through self gratification. She had turned her back on all other sins of the flesh when she gave her heart to Jesus, but the evil Satan, master of hell, the keeper of sin, continued to tempt her with the simple pleasure of masturbation. Pastor Richard assured her that the act of masturbation in itself was not a sin, but the sin was in her thoughts and her fantasies while performing the act. If she were married, and fantasizing about her husband in his absence, there would be no sin in masturbation. Morgan Jennings could not, even after long hours of prayer, confess to Pastor Richard that many of her fantasizes were of him, and even on a very few occasions, of his wife Gretchen, and— Pastor Richard placed his hand on Morgan's knee to comfort her, "We all have known sin my dear, and we must learn to live with it, and pray to God to forgive us our sins." Morgan placed her hand on top of Pastor Richard's, and fought gallantly to keep from pushing it under the hem of her skirt and up along her thigh. "Thank you Pastor, you've been a great comfort," she lied. Morgan was not married, but her daughter Sarah did of course have a father, and Morgan wondered if fantasizing about him would be the same as fantasizing about a husband. She tried, but it didn't work. Once again, she cried out in the night. "DEAR GOD! HEAVENLY JESUS! Please rid me of my guilt!" Suddenly there was the odor of sulphur in the room as the small night light extinguished, bathing the room in total darkness. Morgan heard a deep, un-earthy voice "Your Jesus can not relieve you of the guilt that he is responsible for. Only I can do that!" Morgan, still naked, sat up on the edge of her bed. "Who — who are you? How did you get in here?" Satan laughed his evil laugh. "I am Satan, the angel known as Lucifer, known by some as the Devil. Only I can forgive your sins and relieve you of your guilt. Pray not to Jesus, pray only to Satan." "Satan be gone!" Morgan shouted. "Be out of my home, be out of my life. Tempt me no more." "The number and types of pleasures that you can experience without guilt is infinite. I require only your soul, and the soul of Sarah." "Sarah's soul is not mine to give," Morgan snapped. Satan laughed. "You need not give that which I already have. You need only to give me your soul, and I will make you guilt free for eternity." A narrow beam of light suddenly shone from the ceiling to a chair across from Morgan's bed, illuminating the figure of a man dressed in what appeared to me a skin tight red jump suit and a red mask over his face with two small horns protruding from his forehead. "Come sit on my lap," he ordered. As if by some unseen force, Morgan rose from her bed and walked across the room, where she sat on this creatures lap, facing him. "Do you agree to my terms?" Satan asked. Feeling a penis like protrusion slowly extend from Satan's lap and touch her outer labia, Morgan began to tremble in anticipation. She issued a whispered, "Yessssssss." The protrusion moved slowly past her inner labia and into her vagina. Satan put his hands on her waist and began to bounce her up and down. "You must accept my seed," Satan said. "Then you will sleep till just before dawn when you will receive a visit from one of my flock, who will complete your transformation." Morgan now recognized the protrusion as a male penis, and she began to bounce up and down on it ignoring her guilty feelings, anxious to accept the seed that would set her free forever. Morgan awoke at 4:00 am, convinced that she had just had a bad dream. No, a nightmare. But — her vagina was sore, and she was naked. Morgan never slept naked because her daughter Sarah often got up in the middle of the night and climbed into her bed. Just then Morgan's door swung open and Sarah walked to the side of her mother's bed. "Honey, why are you naked?" Morgan asked with a furrowed brow. Sarah climbed up on her mother's bed and kneeled between her mother's legs. "Satan's angel sent me. She wants me to bring you over." Sarah smiled, baring two very sharp fangs. As if by some silent command, Morgan bent her legs at the knees and parted her thighs, exposing her inner labia, thick with engorged blood to her daughter without shame or guilt. Sarah placed both hands under her mother's buttocks and lifted her hips off the bed as she positioned her head between her mother's thighs. She sucked her mother's thick, slippery labia into her mouth and sank her hollow fang's into the blood engorged flaps of flesh as would a venomous snake. Morgan glanced down between her ample breast and over her pubic mound to see her daughter's blonde hair between her thighs. She smiled down at Sarah then closed her eyes as she felt and heard her life giving blood being siphoned from her labia. The act of "embracing" or transforming a mortal into a vampire, was given to young Sarah by Satan himself. Sarah had been embraced by an angel of Satan only hours before, and as a Fledgling or Whelp, Sarah was given explicit instructions on embracing a mortal. She was informed that biting into the carotid artery was passé, and the desired source of blood on a woman was the blood engorged labia, which required some amount of foreplay prior to the embrace. In Morgan's case, the only foreplay necessary was seeing her daughter naked, and staring at her mother's open vagina. Sarah drank from her mother hungrily. The embrace required only enough of her mother's blood to mix with her own vampire blood, which she would then feed to her mother. When Morgan began to tremble and twist, Sarah moved up her mother's body and bit into her own wrist, then held the bloody wrist to Morgan's lips. Sarah spoke for the first time. "Drink, Mother," she said in a deep yet childlike voice. Morgan did not hesitate to cover the puncture wounds in her daughter's wrist with her mouth. Sarah began to pump her fist, causing two streams of blood to squirt into Morgan's hungry mouth. When Sarah saw two streams of blood seeping from the corners of her mother's mouth, she removed her wrist, causing the two puncture wounds to heal over instantly. Morgan issued a soft hissing sound as Sarah watched and smiled as two hollow fangs appeared at the top of her mother's mouth. Sarah licked away any traces of blood on her mother's mouth and lips, then turned on the bed, placing her and her mother in a modified sixty-nine position; on their sides, rather than top and bottom. Both faces were buried in the wet folds of the other's vagina, licking and sucking, and tongue fucking until both of their labia's were wet and slippery and swollen with blood. Morgan bit into her daughter's labia as Sarah bit into hers, cycling blood from mother to daughter and back from daughter to mother until the transformation was complete, fangs retracted and dark circles around red eyes returned to normal. Satiated, the two, mother and daughter rested while they planned how to satisfy their future feeding binges, and sexual conquest. On the top of Morgan's list was Pastor Richard's wife Gretchen, and his young daughter Mary. |