The First Eight Days

by S. Moulder




                                 CHAPTER 1



   It had been my dream, forever, to find a woman to have a baby girl with
(even boys are sexy up until age 3-or-so).  Things that change your life
happen when you least expect them, though. And sometimes, they happen only 
once after you have given up hope of ever realizing your goal.

   Before I describe how Sharon and I met, I should explain why I wanted a
pretty baby girl to make love to: I never did believe that "adults are
smarter and more capable than children."  We are all born with a huge
amount of instinct that has been transmitted to us from our ancestors and
from our past-lives. So, in essence, we are all "old souls" from the day we
are born - or even conceived.  Another belief of mine that helped me to
accept my sexual nature is that before we are born, we decide on the events,
or (at-least) conditions of our upcoming life.

   We agree to this situation. And our spirits, through "associated
energy," actually attract and gravitate toward the kinds of people, places
and things that are allied with our spirit. So, no one is a "victim." 

   Although our conscious mind may not always appreciate or understand what 
is happening to us at any given time, it is our primal self that creates 
and directs our sexual (and violent) nature and the conditions it manifests. 
They say we get what we need...not what we necessarily want.

   If we go through an undesireable event, we only need to give it enough
time and a positive perspective to understand why it happened, and to
extract the benefit from it.  It's really just a matter of accepting the
passionate, sometimes vicious nature of physical life, and that no one is
"innocent" - not even ourselves.

   So, when I see our gorgeous baby girl lying naked in her crib or
anywhere else, I see her as a fully-conscious being who chose her mother
and me, who chose the sex life we had planned for her even before she was
conceived.

   An e-mail arrived out-of-the-blue from a woman calling herself Sharon,
who said she had been following my fetish internet activity for years;
first on Yahoo, then ASSTR, Fetlife, Tumblr and DarkFetishNet.  I had no
idea how she had gotten my private e-mail address that I use only for
trusted, private conversations, but she told me not to be afraid and that
we needed to meet.  She also said that we had a "deep" relationship and
needed to fulfill ourselves.  She couldn't say anything more, but would
when we met in-person.



                                 Chapter 2



   We scheduled the next morning for our meet-up, and I wondered all night
long whether-or-not she could be "the one".  Nothing had ever panned-out
from internet relationships, before, I considered, but this woman knew
things about me that she shouldn't have known.  At the very least, she and
I, or a friend of hers and I, had shared instant messages at some point,
and Sharon had saved and studied them.

   I approached the park bench where we were supposed to meet and saw a
figure dressed in black.  As I walked closer, I saw that it was a young
woman, dressed in gothic attire.  I came near and the woman waved happily.
She stood to kiss me long and deep, and while we held eachother in our
arms, she took one of my hands and placed it on her skirt, over her vagina.
I worried about others seeing me with my hand there, but opened my eyes and
saw no one else.

   We sat, and smiled to eachother.  "I want you to say hi to someone!" she
said, and opened her legs and pulled up her leather skirt to reveal a
shaved pussy with red, swollen inner lips.  I played along, and had always
thought of genitals as sentient beings, anyway, so said, "Hello, sweetie!
You look happy today..!" "Oh, she's happy, all right" said her owner.  She
took both of my hands in hers and looked deeply into my eyes, our knees
touching.  "Why is that?" I asked, gulping.  "Because she's going to give
you a baby girl, Daniel." I didn't know who this woman was, but I leant
forward and we hugged, in a state of bliss, for a few minutes.

   We walked together, in the park, hand-in-hand, that spring day, not
needing to say anything for quite a long time.  She stopped to gaze upon a
bush with lots of large, white flowers on it, and said, "They're closer
than we are to the spirits of light, you know..." I didn't say anything,
but somehow knew she was talking about newborns.  "That's what attracts a
lot of us to them." We walked on, and she continued, "Energy seeks to
equalize.  When something is at it's ultimate, it is at a state of
imbalance.  That's where we come in.  People like us bring their little
spirits "down to Earth" after they are born, and sometimes, even a little
before.

   The sexualizing of infants is a beautiful, meta-physical operation.  Am
I going too fast for you?" She squeezed my hand.  Even at that early stage,
as we held hands in the park, I could feel the presence of another entity,
a spirit of light, who was thinking of inhabiting the fetus we would soon
create with our love.

   "No.., not at all!" I replied.  "I didn't think so.., from the tone and
content of your internet stuff..." she smiled.  I continued, "I've heard
that a newborn's energy is centralized in the crown and higher chakras, and
that sexual, or even tantric (erotic) activity serves to direct their
energy focus to the lower parts of their tiny bodies.  When I think of a
naked baby girl, it seems that I want to exchange my darkness with her
powers of light: My wanton craving with her blissful ignorance.  Like I
want to blend those two, because we both have too much of each.

   Sometimes, I even feel like I want to give her pain, fear or confusion,
just because she is so serene and happy.  I feel that by her pretending
that her sexual passion doesn't exist, she's ignoring an important aspect
of her physical life, and that I need to teach her that lesson."

   "Well, you're going to get your chance, Daniel.  My next egg is for
you." She and I were silent for a minute or two and she smiled as a woman
walked the other way, pushing a baby stroller and accompanying a
four-year-old boy.

   She chose the right moment:

   "I know how important it is to you that the child be your own." She
squeezed my hand again.

   I could find nothing to say.  All couples prefer to be raising their own
children.  We would too, only our baby girl would get as much sex her
mother, and maybe much more.

   "That's why I want you to put this on me whenever you leave me.., even
for just a little while." She stopped and showed me the contents of a
black, velvet bag that was on her waist.  In the bag was a stainless steel
chastity belt, with a round, oval piece covering the vagina.  The belts and
vaginal cover were all shiny steel, lined with fleece.  She pulled me
close, hard, with her fists and said, "You have to get your own lock and
put it on this."

   I felt so much love for her, then, that my heart beat hard enough to
make my voice pulse.  I tried to say, "You don't need to do that...", but
she inter-rupted, and placed her finger over my mouth to "shush" me.  She
looked into my eyes, searching.  "You don't know me." she whispered.  "I
don't want you wondering and worrying.  I want you to look into our baby's
eyes and see your own eyes, Daniel." I hugged her and had to do everything
I could to prevent myself from telling her that I loved her.  I tried to
say it though my vibrations as we hugged.  I knew that if I told her, they
would be only words, though.  If I truly loved her, and she truly loved me,
we would prove it to each-other by conceiving, maintaining a successful
pregnancy and bearing a healthy baby girl.



                               Chapter 3



   "I have to go pretty soon, but I'll send you and e-mail later." She
said. "One thing we have to do right now, though, is I need a sample from
you.  Just some pre-cum is enough.  I'll be doing a little ritual, alone,
tonight, which will quicken the conception." We walked to her car and got
in.  All she had to do was squeeze my already-hard cock to get the d.n.a.
that she needed for her ritual.  When she saw my cock, she greeted it with,
"Well, hello, handsome..!  Are you ready to make a cute baby girl for mommy
and daddy?" She wiped the head of my cock on a small copper container, and
that was that.

   I didn't know at the time, and maybe I did, that she was involved in
Satanism.  Either way, my sexual fluids were on the way to her altar.  She
put the lid on the container and placed it in a safe place.  I had the
feeling that something significant had just happened as I looked at the
closed container with my essence trapped inside.  Now would be the only
time i would have to rescue it, but I had no intention of doing so.  She
had me.

   I could feel my spirit becoming more dense because of this sacrifice I
had just made.  Putting my cock away, she then drove me to my place, where
I put an Abloy padlock on her cute belt.  I gave the steel belt a kiss,
right over her vagina.  As soon as we got a positive pregnancy reading, the
belt would be taken off.  She kissed me and seemed like she was floating on
cloud nine as she trotted to her car.

   As she was driving, she said to herself, "I've finally found the one! 
I'm twenty-six and finally found the right one!  She started thinking of
when her most fertile period was, and the astrological timing of the ritual
she would do.  Daniel and she would do another, binding ritual, later on,
but tonight, what she would be doing is combining her sexual essence with
Daniel's, and contacting those demonesses that would help her conceive a
little girl quickly and to protect the pregnancy.

   Meanwhile, Daniel found it almost impossible to not ejaculate his semen,
but he managed.  He knew a bigger load in Sharon would mean a greater
likelihood of conceiving a child.  He even went to church that night, to
pray for the lives of his sperms.  They were destined to do something
great.., or at least one of them was.  While he was "praying", all he could
think of was a pretty, little baby, sometimes imagining her in lipstick,
wig, pumps, tiny nylons and garter belt.

   After Sharon had done her ritual and consulted astrological charts, she
e-mailed Daniel and asked if he could come by, two days later, at 11:00am.
She sent him about one hundred pictures of newborn, baby girls, all white,
for him to look through.  She wanted to know which ones were his favorites,
so she could possibly select the proper characteristics and program them
into her ritual.  The ones he sent back all had nice, thin bodies with
little or no baby fat on the legs, big eyes and long, curly lashes.  Oh
yes.., and a big, puffy pussy that seemed to dominate the body.  He told
her that he wouldn't miss it for the world.  "Take your clothes off." She
said to him, with a big smile, when he arrived.  She was wearing only her
chastity belt and nipple jewelry.  Daniel thought they would be having sex
in a bed, but instead, it was on a grey, granite floor with a nine-foot,
inverted pentagram with Baphomet on it.  She explained to him what they
wanted to do before the physical coupling:



                                Chapter 4



   "I'm going to light some black candles and some sulphur and incense. 
Some of it might smell strange to you, because it has baby fat in it. 
That's how we connect with the souls who want to re-incarnate.  There'll be
some atmospheric music playing in the background with some chanting.  This
helps draw the higher vibrations down to lower ones.  That's what we need
to do to change spirit into matter.  She sat me down and said, with
seriousness, "In exchange for the quick conception and gender selection,
there are going to be some ritual duities we must observe, once the child
is born.  If that is okay with you, then we need to make a pledge,
together, once I call you into the room.  Here is a paper with the pledge
that we must recite.  I'll give you a few minutes to learn it.  Walk in
when you're ready.

   On the paper was written:

   "We, the mother and father of this in-coming spirit, devote our souls
and hers to the creation of dark energies by ritual means.  We pledge this
in the name of SATAN."

   It was my move.  I can't stand here and tell you all that I didn't see
this coming.  Even if I did, would I have backed away?  Turned my back on
an opportunity for the best pussy in the world?  The kind of pussy that
most men and women only dream of, and risk life and liberty for?  I knew I
had been born for this and the opportunity would never happen again: It was
time to take what was mine.  I dropped the slip of paper and walked to the
door.  When I opened it, a cold draft hit me, but my cock's head felt like
a fiery red that could not be cooled.  The smell of sulphur and baby fat
gave me a feeling of death, but that's what magick is: Looking at some
thing, thinking it is something else.

   Death, for our purposes, was just the other face of life, for, standing
in front of the altar, with just a black, silk short cape draped over her
shoulders, The receptacle of a new life stood, waiting only to consume my
seed and join our d.n.a.  forever with her dark lord and the forces of
darkness.

   We recited our dedication together, and as we stood, facing the
Baphomet, I felt my cock was communicating with her pussy.  It was actually
a magnetic pull.., it was that strong.  It's like my cock and her pussy
wanted to be together so badly, that that was the only thing in the world
that mattered to them.., and they weren't going to wait long to be joined
in bliss and baby-making.  Sharon had instructed me, earlier, to visualize,
during the sex, and especially while I was cumming, what I wished.  As we
started fucking, I remembered the photos of nude newborns she had sent me,
and remembered one special little girl, with the slightest tuft of
almost-invisible red hair on her head.  Sharon looked Irish, like me, and I
hoped and prayed that our little girl would have red hair, and even some
freckles.  This is the image I sent to the universe when I came.



                               Chapter 5



   The baby was not conceived immediately.  We kept at it, and took the
time to learn and fine-tune how we wanted our life as a family to be. 
Every week, it became more passionate, elaborate and extreme.

   During the next eight weeks, I grabbed the telephone on its first ring.
I wanted to know that I had a family.  Actually, I spent most of my time
with Sharon, at her house.  This provided many things: She didn't have to
wear the chastity belt while I was around, and we fucked like there was no
tomorrow.  I learned more about Spiritual Satanism from her, and we
discussed early childhood, hypnosis, ritual abuse and infant BD/SM.

   At the end of the eight weeks, I was a nervous wreck, but Sharon called
in the middle of the day and asked if I could come right over.  I did, and
she said she had a present for me.  It was wrapped in gift paper, and was
24"x12"x10".  It was heavy.  I tore at the paper near a corner, and I saw
that it was a cage, originally designed for a small dog.  I looked up at
her, my eyes wide.  "Does this mean..." "Yes!  she replied.  "You're going
to be a pedo daddy!" I gave her a big kiss and said, hurridly, "Let's get
that belt off of you!" We had conceived a baby.

   I pushed the key in, turned it and removed the belt to see the most
beautiful, fertile, pregnant pussy staring up at me.., my child growing
inside of it.  I spoke to the little girl inside of it,

   "Hello darling.  Mommy and daddy love you very much.  We will never hurt
you." At only four-cells, the zygote could not have understood that I was
telling it a lie, but even when it became bigger and saw that mommy and
daddy in fact wanted to hurt it very much, we would only need to apologize
and tell it, psychically, that...it will never happen again."

   They fall for that line every time.

   I told mommy's pussy a heart-felt "Thank you." and smothered it in
kisses.  It seemed radiant, and couldn't have been happier, giving up its
child unto our hands.  I had never been so thankful in all my life, and all
my gratitude was directed to this darling pussy.  It would have whatever it
wanted from me, from this moment, fore-ward.



                             Chapter 6



   After nine months of hard "missionary" sex, hot baths, some inversion,
syringe insertion, electro-stim, leather medical restraints on her abdomen,
hitters, whips and caning, Sharon was ready to send her little girl out
into the world to meet the opposite sex.  We carefully monitored the
child's activity, breathing and heartrate through all of this.

   When she went into labor, even though I was very excited, I did not feel
like an expecting father.  I felt more like a young teen who is going on
his first date with a girl he knows he is going to get sex from.  I
actually felt romantic.., as though I should bring her a gift or something.
I had made a tiny, pink choker with glitter and Hello Kitty on it, for her.
As soon as her head and neck appeared, I would put the choker (and maybe
some lipstick) on her.  I'd be kissing her little face like crazy as soon
as I saw it, I knew.

   Using hypnosis and water birth techniques, the teeny, sexy girl slid out
easily.  We all lay there in the Jaccuzi, with the umbillical still
attached to the girl.  I licked and lapped at where the cord entered our
daughter's body.  I wanted to bite the cord, to see if I could get a
reaction from the newborn, but instead, asked Sharon if I should bend the
cord in half, stopping the flow from mother to baby.  I did, and the baby
stirred while she suckled.

   I lightly rubbed my daughter's pussy as she drank milk, and since she
did not cry at all when she was born, I knew that Sharon would want to get
her going.., sooner rather than later.  "Go get some pepper.' she said, and
I knew that she meant the cayenne powder.  "Where's the 8-inch spreader
bar?" she asked, and I went to go get it, my cock bobbing.  "Put it on
her." she said, and I clipped the little leather ankle restraints to the
infant's ankles and locked the little padlocks.  This spread her puffy
pussy just enough for me to easily wipe the cayenne mixed with olive oil
into her little snatch.

   She screamed in agony as I held her up for her mother to kiss her pussy,
over and over and over.  When she dropped her head down to kiss the new
pussy, ramming the little girl's ass against the side of the bathtub, she
did it so hard that the little girl's pussy quickly became one big,
beautiful bruise.  While Sharon continued to drop violent kisses all over
the tender, screaming, writhing body, I pulled up on our newborn daughter's
eyelids and licked her eyes!  "Yes, sweetie..!" I taunted.  "You want to
see daddy and mommy, don't you?!  You want to see what is happening to
you!!"

   "Oh, God.  She's perfect!  Said Sharon, almost out of breath.  "She's
healthy and strong, and will be able to take a lot."

   I brought the dog cage over and, after taking the spreader bar off and
then wrapping leather shoe laces around the girl to bind her little arms to
her torso and her legs together, I cut the umbillical cord and Sharon slid
her into it for the night.



                                Chapter 7



   Although the baby would not feel the psychological effect of being in a
tight cage until it could see, it was a nice, neat place for her to be, and
the sight was a real turn-on for Sharon and me, while we had sex.  The
harder our newborn girl would cry and scream, the more we would laugh and
the hotter the sex would be.  We would be having slow, gentle, loving sex
at like two in the morning.., when the baby would start to cry.  I would
feel BOTH Sharon and me expand!  She'd get so wet when the newborn cried
that I wanted to do something to the child to make her scream her little
lungs out.

   One thing that produced some awful screams during those early months,
and sometimes even now that she is seven months, is the "bed-wetter
mattress" that sends an electric shock when it gets wet.  The baby would
wake us up with her screaming, unable to get up off of the stinging mat,
and I'd roll over and drop right into Sharon.., her pussy wet and dialated.
I knew she wanted to make me a daddy again, even when our first was only a
day or two old.

   Like I was saying about balance, before: Bringing pain to where there is
none is sometimes a beautiful and important thing.

   I kept checking inside the cage, every morning, to see if she had opened
her eyes, yet: I wanted her to see the steel bars, three inches from her
pretty, up-turned face.  I wanted it (and everythng else we would do with
her) to terrify her and cause her severe emotional damage.

   One morning, while she was in her cage, I was looking at her face from
the top of her head and thought I saw a fly or something move on it.  Then,
I jumped out of bed when I realized those were eye-lashes!  Our little girl
had decided to visually experience the horror!  I was so psyched, and so
was my cock.

   I slid her out in a jiffy.  That night, she had only been wearing black
patent leather pumps, pink panties and nipple jewelry.

   I placed her in bewteen her mother and me, face-up, and woke Sharon up.
I smiled, and motioned down to her little girl.

   Sharon noticed it immediately.



                              Chapter 8



   The little 6.8 pound girl looked afraid, or at least apprehensive.., but
boy were those eyes cute!  Just to prolong the infant's fear, we hovered
above her for minutes, doing nothing but smiling.  Then, it was Sharon to
start: A long, thin, clear line of mucous appeared from her mouth and she
directed it over one of the girls' eyes.  She lowered her head and it made
contact.  The little girl kicked and turned her head.  "I said softly to
her, "Sweetie.., do you think I can't turn your little head back straight?
Is that what you think?"
We looked at her a bit more, amused, and I said, "Here we go, baby!" I
turned her head back straight and let my own string of spit drop into the
other eye.  We both did that until we had no more spit, the baby all the
while trying in vain to turn it's weak little neck and head.  She didn't
start crying, though, until both her mother and I began rubbing the
infant's eyelids in tiny circles.  Since her vaginal slit and her eyes were
already burning and irritated, I got out a small, glass "cupping" device
and placed it over my infant daughter's clit.  This was just one with a
manual pump, so I pumped it a few times and waited while Sharon french
kissed the girl passionately, even aggressively, every time she opened her
mouth to scream (babies are the best to french kiss, Sharon told me,
because you can get to the backs of their throats and do a little
breathplay while you hold their nose shut).  Sharon massaged the girl's
pussy from the outside, just to make sure she stayed wet to keep the
cayenne powder active.

   I picked up the baby girl and placed her screaming mouth over my
soulmate's vagina, and with Sharon masturbating, it took less than thirty
seconds for her to cum.  I then set the terrified infant down on the bed
and we watched her little, pink clit grow and stretch until it couldn't
grow and stretch any more!  I then got a cigarette lighter just to heat up
the tube a bit.  You should have seen the little girl's legs kicking!  It
was so cute!  She turned her head back and forth.  She began crying again.
Sharon put a home-made, tiny breather ball gag in her mouth and I took the
pumping tube off of the child's clitoris.

   I put a 12" spreader bar on her and her mother and I took turns lapping,
sucking and kissing her clit until it was raw.  Then, I put a matching 12"
spreader bar on her wrists and hung the child on the wall for the night.

   We stood there, admiring her, and I was tempted to put some sexy, black
platform pumps on her.., but just turned off the light and walked away.

   
THE END

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