Chapter 1: The Gift

It was the hour of the wolf and Sister Jessica Felicita was troubled. She had been awake in bed for at least an hour reliving a particular event from the previous day and contemplating her life. Regret and anxiety had taken hold and no amount of prayer was getting her back to sleep. Frustrated, she tossed the thin blanket off her body and slid off the bed into the muggy Austin air of midsummer. The rays of a full moon beamed through her window, illuminating her ample curves through the gossamer nightgown she was wearing. She crossed the sparsely decorated dorm to the bathroom and flipped on the light.

Jessica ran the cold water and splashed some on her face before gazing into the mirror. What stared back was an image she’d grown tired of. A woman quickly approaching mid-life as the first creases and wrinkles of age began forming on her lovely bronze skin. Flowing locks of beautiful brunette hair that were hidden under a veil day by day. Piercing reddish-brown eyes that brimmed with curiosity and intellect, but also betrayed an unfathomable sadness. Full, pouty lips that had not known the touch of a man since she was twenty.

She was taller than most Latinas at 5’10. Taller than almost all of the women at the Sisters of Guadalupe. Her parents, hard working immigrants both, had died in a car crash when she was fourteen and the convent had raised her from there. Her unassuming father and stern mother had both been people of devout religious conviction and she had not wanted to disappoint them or the Sisters who had graciously raised her. In honor of their memory she had undergone the lengthy process to be confirmed as a nun much younger than most. It was a decision that weighed on her more heavily with each passing year as the world grew more monstrous, her faith wilted and the specters of what might have been haunted her private moments.

Jessica turned the light off and crossed the room once more, her curvy figure cutting a striking silhouette against the pale moonlight. She slipped into bed and pulled the cover back over her body. She settled into the old, worn mattress and attempted, in vain, to get back to sleep. Her frenzied mind would have none of it. The same scene that she’d been fixated on all night replayed in her mind for the umpteenth time.

The Sisters, Father Francis and other members of the church had been at a fund-raising event downtown. They had setup a bake sale on the main drag and it had proceeded much like any bake sale until about noon. Whether it was a miss-communication or no one at the church had bothered to check the city’s itinerary, they were all taken aback as a loud, enthusiastic pride parade had marched down the street in full view of the astonished clergy. It would have been impossible to pack up all their baked goods, decorations, bible tracts and tables to flee the scene before the parade made its way past them. So they stood there; many averting their gaze, several gawking in horror and disbelief and Jessica soaking it all in. It was all she could do not to lick her lips or touch herself.

The tapestry of kink that unfurled before her was a spectrum of curiosities her sheltered mind could never have imagined. Women in fairy costumes. People wearing nothing but feathers and beads. Others dressed as ponies or covered head to toe in fur suits. Jessica had never been to Mardi Gras, but she imagined it must have been something like this.

What caught her attention most of all were the parade goers in leather and latex. Studded leather bondage harnesses. Full body gimp suits and cat suits. Masters and Mistresses in gleaming rubber leading their obedient slaves by the chain through the streets. This, Jessica was tangentially more familiar with, for she had harbored hidden desires for many years. She had fed those desires whenever she could with a stray magazine article, internet search or book that slipped below the convent’s radar. She would always confess in an attempt to purge her mind, yet the sinful thoughts returned each time without fail.

Saying that the BDSM kinksters caught her attention wasn’t quite accurate. Jessica was fixated. She felt a deep longing within her as she watched those cheerful people march through the streets and flaunt their style, playfulness and sexuality. It felt like she had been trudging through a desert for decades and had finally arrived at the oasis. She couldn’t stop thinking about it no matter how hard she tried. Nor of the wasted time and lost possibilities that her life now represented.

Her body was warm and it wasn’t just the summer heat. The thin layer of perspiration and the clamminess throughout her body was a product of something more. The increase in her heart rate could not be attributed to physical activity. She was needy and the more she thought about the parade, the more her right hand inched down her torso.

Jessica’s youthful indoctrination had kicked in several times that night already.

‘This is wrong.’

‘This is sinful.’

‘You aren’t supposed to want these things.’

It had activated the same way the first time she fantasized about a boy and discovered how moist she was below. The first time she had kissed one. Every time, as a young woman, that she had worn a skirt that wasn’t long enough for the Sisters liking or makeup that made her look “like a hussy.”

She was so sick of it all. Sick of the shame and guilt. Sick of the ancient texts, pointless rituals and thankless menial labor dominating her life. Sick of powerful men lying and looking down on her. Sick of being denied one of life’s simplest pleasures.

Jessica closed her eyes and envisioned one of the young men from the parade. She hadn’t seen his face thanks to the rubber mask he’d been wearing, but he was tall, fit and covered in clinging black latex. She began circling the outer lips of her hungry sex as she imagined him as her property. Someone who wanted her stern affections as much as she wanted to give them. Someone who would never abandon her. Someone who couldn’t abandon her, because he was thoroughly bound. Someone who was her slave to do with as she pleased.

She pictured herself dressing him in the thick, clinging rubber. Binding him with cuffs, ties and chains. Grabbing his chin and giving him harsh instruction. Two fingers began dipping into her sopping depths, slowly at first and stroking her engorged clit in between each pleasurable dive. Her left hand found her heavy D-cup breasts and began groping them gently through the silky nightgown.

In her mind, she was pressing his shoulders down, forcing her gimp fuck toy to kneel before her. She wore a black leather bustier and thigh high boots, groping her slut boy aggressively as she enjoyed the anticipation. Finally, she grabbed the back of his hooded head and pulled his mouth to her eager sex, smacking his ass with a leather crop as she commanded him to put his tongue to work.

Jessica was close now. So close to her first orgasm in what seemed like forever. It had been well over a decade since she took her vow of celibacy, but she was re-learning the art of self pleasure at lighting speed. Her pussy greedily devoured her fingers in smooth strokes. Her digits slurped in and out in between silky rubs around her clitoris. She pictured herself jamming her slave’s face into her hungry pussy, completely drenching his mouth with her juices.

“Oh yeah ... right there! Lick me slut! LICK MEEEEE!!!”

A fountain of light erupted in the center of Jessica’s dorm. Her eyes flew open as her humble room lit up like a Christmas tree. She reflexively screamed in fright, but no sound emanated from her mouth. Jessica pushed her body back against the headboard of her bed, her hands abandoning their pleasurable pursuits and pulling the blanket with her. She cried out a second time, but again her voice seemed to fade into nothing. The light coalesced more and more as the outline of a luminescent being took shape.

It was a woman clad in azure armor with golden trim. Her blonde hair streamed behind her open-face helmet, flowing up and down as if the wind were carrying it. She hung in mid air at the center of the room, wings of light extending from her back. Her peach toned skin glowed with a faint light and she carried a sword at her side and a golden trident in her left hand. The being gazed down at Jessica with piercing blue eyes, a sanguine smile on her lips.

“Jessica Felicita Christiano. It is an auspicious night, for you have been chosen for a task of great importance.”

The words echoed in Jessica’s mind. The being spoke telepathically, her lips unmoving. Was this really happening? Had she fallen asleep and this was some crazy dream? In all her years of prayer and beseeching the heavenly host, she had never received a response. Jessica’s heart pounded as she pondered how to reply. Could she even speak?

“I ... hello.”

She could speak again. Her mind raced, unsure of how to proceed. Her quivering slowly ceased as she became accustomed to the divine vision before her. There was clearly no malice in this otherworldly visitor, but it was still incredibly intimidating.

“For ... for what task have I been chosen?”

“One that coincides with your deepest desires. The corruption of your church is beyond reckoning. It must be cleansed. You shall punish the wicked, restore balance to this blighted world and deliver your sisters from bondage.”

Jessica sat in astonishment. It was a lot to take in. The blanket she’d been clinging to fell away from her bosom as her hands lowered to her sides. She wondered which angel, if in fact it was one of the arch angels, she was speaking to, but she didn’t want to ask impertinent questions. It mattered little. This messenger spoke the truth.

Those were indeed her ardent wishes. She had mulled it over many a time as the years passed and she had learned more about the scandals plaguing the Catholic church. With each bishop and cardinal she met, she had grown more resentful at their abuse of power, their greed, their condescension and their flouting of the holy laws they were supposed to uphold. She was tired of living in servitude to an institution mired in such flagrant hypocrisy.

But what could she do? What would one nun speaking out have accomplished? She would’ve been thrown out of the convent as she entered middle age and had to start life over with no support, no marketable skills and the youth drained from her body. She had been utterly trapped by the circumstances of her childhood and the decisions of her youth. That is, perhaps, until now.

“How? How will I do these things?”

The being of light waved her right hand and a golden chalice appeared in the air between them. It floated to Jessica slowly as the angelic being extended her hand in offering.

“Drink deeply and without hesitation, my child. Within this cup lies your salvation and a mandate to change the world.”

In the moment of truth, the Catholic conditioning assailed Jessica’s psyche.

‘The church is your home.’

‘Jesus is the only way to salvation.’

‘This is arrogance. Folly! You’ll burn for this.’

But she had seen and heard too much to let it sway her any longer. There was no hesitation in her. She had prayed, begged and cried out for a new beginning countless times. One does not second guess a miracle when it arrives. She grasped the cup firmly as it came into range, brought it to her lips, closed her eyes and titled her head back.

Sweetness. Unfathomable sweetness. She had heard the phrase “mana from heaven” many times, but had no inkling of its meaning until now. The drink was thick, golden honey magnified a thousand fold. Her face and throat buzzed with delirious pleasure as she downed the heavenly drink. Her entire body pulsed with vigor and her mind exploded with a galaxy of new possibilities. She gulped it down hungrily, her lips sucking out every last drop as her body reached a euphoric crescendo.

And then ... it was over. Jessica opened her eyes and gazed at the cup as she pulled it from her lips. It was a dark obsidian goblet with gnarled talons, fanged beasts and bones adorning it from top to bottom. Her breath caught in her throat as she lowered it. The angel was gone.

Jessica shrieked and dropped the twisted chalice. It rolled off her bed and skidded across the stone floor with a series of audible clinks. It came to a stop near a pair of high heeled leather boots. Above them, bright red flesh outlined thick thighs curving up into a slick leather thong. A flat, well toned midsection proceeded upward to ample red breasts with dark areolas that leaked with milky lactation. Her red skin was cut off at the biceps by long, black latex gloves that trailed down both of her arms. A faint glow radiated outward from her curvy form, illuminating her in the darkness.

“I must say, that was easier than I expected.”

The same wide grin beamed at Jessica, but now it was accompanied by bright orange-yellow eyes with black slits for pupils. Straight, silky, jet black hair ringed her head, a wave of it sliding down the right half of her face and obscuring her visage. Her lips were the color of darkest night and curved horns, the same scarlet tone as her skin, sprouted from her temples. The glowing wings of light were supplanted by leathery crimson flesh and a long red tail trailed behind her, ending in a fleshy, phallic spade.

The demonic looking temptress trailed her right hand up her curvy body. She slid her latex fingers over her weeping breasts before licking them with her serpentine tongue. She peered down at the goblet on the floor and then returned her gaze to Jessica.

“Tasty?”

Jessica was still in shock, but the implication was enough to snap her back to reality.

‘Oh my god, did I just drink the breast milk of this ... hellspawn?!?’

Jessica did the only thing that made sense to her in the moment. She dove to the edge of her bed, leaned her head over and stuck a finger down her throat, hoping against hope she could gag it up. Only moments ago she would have given anything for more. Now she just wanted it out of her body. Amused laughter echoed in her mind as she choked on her own digits; the very same fingers she’d been jamming into her pussy only minutes ago.

“That won’t work. You’re wasting your time.”

After a solid minute of trying Jessica admitted defeat. No matter how many times she gagged, nothing came up. The viscus substance had stuck in her like glue. She pushed herself back up to her knees and glared angrily at the leather clad hellion.

“So eager to throw away a new beginning. Pathetic ... I hope I wasn’t wrong to choose you.”

“You tricked me! DEMON!”

“You saw what you wanted to see. Having consumed my essence, you now see the truth. Not one word that I’ve spoken tonight has been anything less than the truth.”

Jessica seethed. Whoever this demon bitch was, she was playing games. It was time to ask the question that should’ve been her first.

“Who are you?”

“In your tongue, I am called Lilith.”

Lilith ... Jessica knew she’d heard the name before, but where? The old Jewish texts? That seemed right, but it had been a long time she studied Hebrew mythology in any depth. She couldn’t quite place it.

“What have you done to me?”

“Only that which I promised. There was more within that cup than you can possibly imagine. Components from realms beyond this mortal plane. Forbidden knowledge it took me ages to acquire. Its preparation took many times longer than your life thus far. You have accepted my gift and that makes you my disciple. You do not understand, but you will soon.”

“Disciple? I’m not leaving one religion just to join anoth...”

A wave of intense fatigue washed over Jessica. Her need to sleep was urgent and deep. She fell back onto her pillows as her eyelids fluttered.

“Yes, it’s time to rest now, my child. Let the potion do its work. We shall speak again soon.”

Lilith’s sinister laugh echoed in her mind. It was the last thing Jessica registered as the world faded to black.

Stiffness consumed Jessica’s body as she slowly came to. She’d been resting in an awkward position after collapsing into unnatural sleep and she felt it through her entire body. Stiffness and something else ... Something didn’t feel right.

She sat up slowly, scanning the room and wondering if the supernatural encounter had been real. Perhaps she’d dozed off in the midst of her fantasizing and the rest was a bizarre dream. She swung her legs toward the edge of the bed and realized that her lower body felt heavier than usual. Then she saw it, a bulge near the bottom of her nightgown. Her eyes went wide and she pulled the nightgown up in panic.

Her old anatomy was gone. Hanging from her pelvis was a giant, hairless pipe of dark meat and two bulbous brown cantaloupes below. It was huge. Bigger than any of the boyfriends she’d had as a young woman, by far. It had to be at least 10 inches even in its flaccid state.

She covered her mouth and bit her tongue to prevent herself from screaming.

‘No, no, no, no, NO! Oh my god... ‘

She rose from the bed and trotted to the bathroom, her new appendage dangling below her. She tore off her nightgown and tossed it aside. She closed her eyes and positioned herself before the body length mirror on her closet door.

‘This isn’t happening. I’m imagining things. When I open my eyes, I’m going to be fine.’

She opened her eyes. Jessica had a giant fucking cock.