We had learned the craziest thing in my study class. The whole walk home, I just couldn’t stop thinking about it. We were told that Mary, the mother of Jesus, gave birth to him at the age of fourteen. I always assumed that she had been a full grown woman, at least twenty or something. But fourteen sounded so young…

I’m Maria. People tell me I’m already really pretty, even though I’m only eighteen I’m Hispanic, long black hair and blue eyes. It confuses me, some people tell me I’m really smart, but others tell me to stop asking so many questions. Like, every time I ask about babies and where they come from, nobody answers me. The closest I’ve gotten to an answer is bible study.

My parents are SUPER religious. They tell me the bible has all the answers in life. They say going anywhere else will make me corrupt. Everything I learn, I get from when I sneak off to the library, but they get mad whenever I talk about science or anything. The only school they have me in is through the church too.

They said they were protecting me from something. They almost never talked about it, but every once in a while, I’d over-hear them. Something about a deal my mother made when she was a kid with something. They would give her power in exchange for… well, I never really did catch what. Only that it involved me somehow.

Today, however, none of that was on my mind. I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened to Mary… One of my teachers got pregnant once, and she told the class it was a miracle, a beautiful thing. She got fired shortly after, so I have no idea what happened, but apparently “getting pregnant” means a baby is on the way.

And during one of the trips to town, I saw a girl with a big tummy, she looked kind of nerdy, and was crying while her parents ignored her. My mom said she should realize what a blessing what she had was. So getting pregnant must be a really good thing.

From that point forward, I tried to learn about it. What it was, how it worked. All I’ve been able to pick up is that having a baby is what makes girls special, because boys can’t do it, and that fourteen is very young to have a baby.

I made a detour on my walk home. I found myself thinking a lot, but my family hated it when they caught me doing it. So a while back, I had found the most beautiful thinking spot. It was deep in the woods by my house, and there was a clearing, with a single old tree, and a thin stream on the outskirts of it. The air itself seemed to buzz with energy, some untapped potential. Some power that I just couldn’t see or reach. Just sitting and taking in the world around me was always the best feeling, helped me think in ways I couldn’t before.

I arrived, and took up my normal seat under the shade of the tree. “If god loved Mary, why would he make her have a baby so young?” I spoke aloud, mostly to make my thoughts audible. Hearing my own ideas helped me organize them, keep them straight. And… I know it sounds crazy, but sometimes, speaking aloud here, the little clearing almost seemed to answer. A voice just too quiet to hear would whisper, and I would catch just a bit of it. And it would lead me to the answer I was looking for.

“I just don’t understand… I wish I knew more about how it worked. I wish I could understand what she felt…” A strange sensation swept through me. All the world around me seemed to lean in, very interested in what I had said. The air became tense. And something spoke.

“I could help you know. I could help you feel as she felt.”

My head whipped around, looking for the speaker. But there was nobody. “You won’t be able to see me…” the voice, a deep baritone, rumbled soothingly. “Your mind’s eye is not open. Yet. But in time, I may help with that too. If you wish”

“Who… who are you?” I asked, my mouth dry. I was frightened, but excited. I always felt like this clearing was listening to me. Now I had proof. That, or I was crazy. But were the prophets not called crazy when they claimed to hear god? Wait, what if this was god?! My heart beat faster.

The voice replied: “I have been by your side ever since shortly after you were born. I’ve been watching you. And I am so proud of you. Overcoming the hardships you’ve faced, those holding you back, in order to know the world around you.” My heart leapt up in joy. It was Him! Oh, I’d been hoping to speak to Him for so long…

“Lord… it is an honor, that you would speak to a girl like me…” A chuckle wafted through the breeze. “It is nothing. I promise you, Maria, that you are worth all the time and effort I’ve put into watching and guiding you.”

A moment of silence, and then “I heard your question, young one. You are confused about the plight of The Virgin Mother. You wish to understand, to know her experience. I can show you, if you want. But first, you must allow me.”

My whole body tingled. Somehow, I knew that this was the moment everything in my life would change. With the Lord by my side, I could know everything I had wanted to. “What must I do” I asked, without hesitation. Mom and dad would be so proud of me.

The voice almost sounded smug as it replied. How could it not, it was God! “Simply say “I accept you into my heart and mind, oh bearer of knowledge, wisdom and life. I give myself over to you, mind, body, and soul.” I’d never heard God referred to like that, but it sounded like a title I’d heard somewhere. I assumed it was just another name, like Jesus or Yaweigh, so I didn’t question it.

“I accept you into my heart and mind, oh bearer of knowledge, wisdom and life. I give myself over to you, mind, body, and soul.” As I said the words, I felt something shift. Almost like something was being taken from me. I cried out, because while it didn’t hurt, it left me feeling empty. Then, something filled that emptiness. A heat… it felt strong, intense. Something that could only be described as… power. The power of the Lord Almighty!

I sat on the ground, winded from the experience. Then, I felt someone’s hand on my shoulder. I stiffened, and shivered as the unseen hand roamed down, to my chest. “Uh… what… what are you doing?” It’s fingers trailed over my bare skin, passing right through the t-shirt I was wearing. Slowly tracing the curve of my breast, and delicately rubbing my nipple.

I couldn’t help but gasp at the contact. Something about it felt… strange. Like, this wasn’t supposed to happen. But it also felt good. I’d never really touched anywhere on my body. Some of the other girls at school said it felt good, but my parents said I would go to hell if I did.

“Stay calm…” the voice purred, seemingly deeply content. “ I am only awakening your body. I assure you, it will be enjoyable…” The feeling of his fingers trailed away from my chest, and began to trace down my stomach. The invisible feeling stopped briefly on my belly button, and patted t gently. “Oh, I’ve waited so long…”

“W-Waited for what?” I asked in a whisper, a slight quaver in my voice. Something definitely felt wrong. “For what we shall soon do. As I said, do not worry. You are in capable hands.” The voice eased my concern, and although it still didn’t feel right.

The gentle touch continued down, passing through my pants and panties as easily as it had my shirt. I felt the fingers enjoy the textures of my sparse, soft pubic hairs, and then work it’s way around to my thighs. I felt my cheeks beginning to flush. A heat was starting in between my legs, something I’d almost never felt before.

It was entirely different from before. The heat earlier had been the heat of an out of control blaze, consuming all in it’s path. This heat was like sitting in front of a fire after a winter day. Slow, deep, warm and comforting. Although I felt like comforting was the wrong word. I’d been sitting with my legs together up to this point, but now, it felt awkward. Something in me was telling me to spread them open. A feeling I’d never had before was telling me to open them as far as I could, but instead I just parted them a little, leaving a small gap.

“That’s adorable…” the voice said in response to my motion, as the fingers brushed my knees, then started back up, now tracing the skin of my inner thigh. “You’re so unsure, you really don’t know anything about your own body. But it’s ok, I will show you… just as Mary was shown…”

I focused on controlling my breathing, as the heat continued to flow from within. My nipples hardened against my shirt, and I felt a dampness start between my legs. Was I peeing? No… no it wasn’t that… the impossibly powerful touch continued higher, until it reached the join where my legs met my groin. Then it moved in.

I felt him rub my lips, begin to touch the little slit that my mom had told me never to let anyone see. And for the life of me, I could not imagine why she wouldn’t tell me to let as many people do whatever they wanted with it as possible. I gasped as The Lord I had pledged my body to touched me, massaging my lips, and then moving up to the small bump toward the top of my delicate folds.

It was seconds of touching before I came, for the first time in my life. The pleasure hit me like a truck, I threw my legs open wide, and my mouth locked open in a silent scream as I lost all control. As I returned to myself, I realized something was different. My legs were open wide. I felt God’s hands on my wrists, and felt that his body was keeping my legs from closing.

I was still clothes, but knew that wouldn’t make any difference. “That was incredible…” I panted, still recovering. “But… what are you doing now?” I could hear an almost coldness from the invisible voice as it replied. “You wanted to know how Mary felt, yes? Well, I am here to show you. You shall bear my child, Maria. And fear not, I won’t take your virginity.”

I began to tremble. A baby? No… I was still too young for that! “No, wait! I can’t have your baby! I’m… I’m too young!” A dark chuckle replied. “Nonsense. Mary did it at fourteen. And the only reason you haven’t been impregnated sooner was because this is the first time you’ve been fertle. You’ve given yourself to me, mind, soul AND body.”
I felt something begin to probe my opening. “That includes your womb.” The invisible being rumbled. Then, I felt it slip inside. The pleasure was intense. I thought it was good when he had rubbed the bump on top of my slit, but now… as he want deeper, it was like every nerve in my young, inexperienced body lit up. Sweat began to drip from me as My Lord bottomed out, pressing against my deepest point. He began to withdraw, and I cried out as he thrust in, even faster this time.

He took me. I cried, begged for him to stop. Pleaded, told The Merciful Lord I would do anything. Every time I did, he would laugh, or tell me that Mary said the same thing. His member began to throb, and I felt the tightness begin in me, the same one from before. But I didn’t want it, didn’t want this invisible force to make me feel good even as he violated me like this. I felt dirty, unclean.

But The Lord didn’t stop. Every time His tip bumped against the barrier inside me, a spike of ecstasy shot into my belly. And as He began to grunt, I felt all the tension release. I screamed at the top of my lungs as I orgasmed, unable to stop my body from doing as nature intended. And I felt something begin to shoot into me splashing against the back of my tunnel. It was hot, almost burning hot, and somehow I could swear I felt it go deeper than that.

After a minute or so, once I couldn’t feel the heat of whatever He’d pumped into me anymore, I felt God’s member slid out, and He released my wrists. I slumped against the tree, crying. I couldn’t believe it. I felt so disgusting. I couldn’t believe that God would do this.

“You… you’re not God…” I whispered. “Whatever you are, God would never do this… Make me feel so used…” A cold laugh, and the invisible thing replied. “You thought I was God?! Ha! No, I’m not. But I’m a kind of God. I’m your family’s patron deity. Of course, your mother forgot her roots. Forgot the promises she made in exchange for power.”

I forced myself to sit up, even as I felt a surge of… something inside me. “Mom would never talk to you. She’s a woman of the lord! You’re just a monster!”A cruel chuckle. “It really depends on who you ask. But fear not. In exchange for the use of your womb, I will grant you power that you could only dream of before.” I opened my mouth to respond, but another surge of sensation inside me, and all that came out was a moan. “What did you do to me…” I groaned, as I felt a pressure building within.

“You know, the lauded Mother Mary really is misrepresented. There’s a reason her child was so powerful, and it had nothing to do with the God of the Slaves. It’s been a long time since then, and I’ve improved many elements of the ritual. Gestation takes much shorter, although I confess, it is more unpleasant and alarming.” More movement, more pressure, and placed me hand on my belly, feeling it had become hard to the touch. “Is… is there something inside me?! Did you put something in my body that’s growing?!” He never needed to answer, as another moan was forced out of me by the sensation of growth from within. I looked down, and my shirt, formerly fitting so perfectly was straining to contain my stomach.

“Of course I did. It’s part of an old bargain I made, the one your mother agreed you would have in exchange for my power.” A sneering tone, as he said “Even if she never did use it… did she never tell you of your heritage?”

“What are you talking about? What heritage? And what do you mean baby? Why am I getting bigger? I… ugh… ngh…” I tried to keep quiet as my midriff swelled out, and I felt whatever it was pushing from inside. It was starting to hurt, my skin stretching the pressure mounting. I could see the light brown of my skin, as I continued to grow. I remembered the girl at the store… was I pregnant like her? Was I going to get that big? Is that the baby?

Between growth surges, I heard… whatever had put me in this condition… moving, clearly agitated. Finally, it spoke. “You will see, Maria. In time. As much as I delight in your confusion, I must speak with your mother, to tell her you have sealed our pact, and reclaim her power. On the plus side, since you are the one paying the price, they shall be passed onto you. So you have that to look forward to.” With that, I sensed his presence diminish. I was left to this ordeal on my own.

Immediately, the child began to grow with a vengeance. “Oh god! What’s… what’s happening to me?!” I cried out in desperation, and my belly… my… womb, he called it, swelled even larger. I could still feel the energy of the glade, now stronger than ever. Whatever he had given me, it seemed to put me more in touch with the nature surrounding me. I felt it still held answers. But I knew it would have to wait.

More pressure, more pain. I began to cry, leaning back against the tree, unable to do anything but hold my ever swelling belly as it grew with whatever the creature had put inside me. I felt used, tainted. I had given my body, my soul, over to another creature. God would never love me now… neither would mom and dad.

Movement from within, another painful growth spurt. I now had a gravid mound emerging from my otherwise slim eighteen-year-old body. Sweat made my clothes stick to me, and the increasing size f my belly was causing my pants to become painfully tight. I reached down and undid the button, the zipper slipping down itself as I cried out again, my womb continuing to grow with the child that had been forced into me.

The pressure decreased some, and I had time to think. I was huge. A swollen, dark-tan belly poking out from under the shirt that utterly failed to contain it. I wondered how this thing was going to come out. Was it just going to rip out of me? Was I going to die?
“Oh God, please, help me…”

Cold, uncaring silence answered.

Then, pain, unlike anything before. I wrapped my arms around my belly, as I felt the muscles contract. I could tell this was a turning point in my pregnancy. Everything was somehow going to get even worse from here. The spasm passed, but within seconds another struck. My body screamed at me that this was wrong, it was all too fast, too painful. I tried to calm down, but another contraction came,, and I felt a cruel pressure building within me. Something was pressing down.

As it ended, I felt something within release, with a faint popping noise. I felt something come gushing from between my legs, and my pants and panties immediately became soaked. Somehow, I felt ashamed. I was pretty sure I had peed myself, and while a lot was going on, even as I sat here about to birth the child of some invisible trickster, I felt ashamed.

Then another agonizing spasm, and the shame was replaced by pain. The child began to push down, began to spread something inside of me open, to pass through. I was overwhelmed by an urge to push, to bear down on this creature and get it out.
I screamed as I pushed, horrified at the implications. It was moving down, each inch burning. But I felt it beginning to spread me from within. It was moving down my feminine tunnel. Was it going to come out of my girl slit? But… that’s impossible. I’d never explored it much, but… it was way too small, especially with how big what was inside me felt.

Pain from inside, and I knew I had to push again. “Oh Lord, please! I’m sorry! H… help me!” I don’t know what I expected to happen as I struggled to birth the child, but what I got was nothing but the hideous pain of the creature raped into my teenage body slowly passing through the opening far too small to hold it.

I took a moment between spasms, propping myself against the tree, and spreading my legs wide. Then I realized something horrible. Even if I somehow stretched open enough to have it emerge from my female furrow… This whole thing had happened without me removing my clothes. I could see the legs of my jeans still on me, and I shook my head in fear.

But it was too late. More pain, more desperate pushing, more screaming to the heavens for help. But if anyone there could hear me, they thought me a fool for being tricked. I could almost hear God laughing at my foolishness as I felt the baby’s head press against my hymen, and my cries of denial as my virginity was taken by my own baby as I gave birth to it.

I felt my girl-hood beginning to push outwards, to press against the wet, soft cotton of my panties. The baby was almost at my opening. My delicate slit felt way too sensitive. Even among the pain, I shuddered at the promise the swollen, pregnant femininity promised me.

I tried to tell myself I was too pure for thoughts like that. That God wouldn’t love me if I was dirty like that. Then another devastating ripple of my abdominal muscles, and the sensation of fire between my legs. The thing that monster had raped into me was starting to part my opening, was starting to actually come out. And as the baby crowned, causing my lips to drag against the panties I’d been impregnated in while still wearing, causing tendrils of pleasure to course through my loins, even as my opening burned like someone had thrown acid on it, I realized the truth.

I wasn’t pure. I wasn’t good. I was just another dirty Hispanic teen, giving birth to a demonic creature that she’d let herself be raped by. The only way I was special was how tainted I’d become, how fast it had gone wrong. God didn’t love me. Nobody did, not even my parents. Maybe they never did. The only creatures who might were the one who had promised me power, and found my body beautiful enough to impregnate it, and the one currently emerging from my body.

The next contraction came. I pushed desperately, feeling myself open even further. The baby was a massive bulge in the crotch of my jeans, I could feel it. The head was half-way out of me, but I could tell from the feeling between my legs, the fabric was stretched to the max. Another contraction hit immediately, but I did my best to ignore it.

As I cried out in pain, I lifted my butt from the ground. Even as the unwanted thing inside me inched forward, I refused to push, instead grabbing onto the waistband of my pants. I slid them down as far as I could, which was just enough room for the baby to emerge into.

Sitting down, I reached around my heaving, glistening mound, and pulled aside my underwear as the next agonizing spasm hit. I bore down with all my might, my young, unprepared body already quickly becoming exhausted. I couldn’t scream anymore, only moan and let the tears continue to flow as the head of my otherworldly rape baby began to emerge, it’s eyes and nose slowly slipping out. With a final push, I felt my opening close around the neck, my child’s head hanging out from between my legs.

I couldn’t rest for long, another contraction came on the heels of the last, and I pushed desperately, wrenching on my panties to make sure they stayed clear. I felt my lips slowly parting again, the shoulders starting to open me. I prayed the creature at least looked human, and this would be the last part before it just slipped out.

I had little energy left, my body and spirit unprepared to be a mother. I could almost hear the thing that had impregnated me, his voice echoing in my head. “Mary was fourteen when she did this. Aren’t you glad you know how she felt now? She was just as scared, in just as much pain, was just as tired. Indeed, probably more so…”

I sobbed, pushing, bearing down, my body forcing me to help this thing come out. I didn’t have a choice. I cried out as one shoulder emerged. On the last contraction, the other did as well. The rest of the child slid out quickly, and I reached down. My panties covered my opening again, and I felt it press something against my already matted and wet pubic area.

I held my baby for the first time. It’s skin was black as night, eyes were glowing red. It had two tiny little horns, and puny wings. Instead of feet, there were tiny cloven hooves. It was attached to me by a cord made of flesh. Somehow, I knew it was called an umbilical cord. I held it and cried. The thing was inhuman. It looked like a demon. It was still attached to me.

I had given birth to a demon.

I was a mother.

I was a monster.

The invisible presence returned some time later. I could almost see it’s outline now, a thin, wavering outline. “Good.” It said. A fine first effort. Nothing terribly fancy, but for an eighteen year old witch with no preparation or training, I think you did quite well.”
It took the baby from me, cutting the cord with one of it’s claws. “Of course, you’ll have to have many, many more. But that’s for some time later. For now, the price of life is paid, and I can grant you the power your mother tried to keep from you.”

I felt it’s hand on my head, and suddenly, energy rushed through me. Every muscle in my body spasmed fiercely, and after a few seconds, I passed out. I woke some time later, the outline much clearer now. I could sense him grinning. “Yes, good, I imagine I’m much more visible now. You should thank me, you know. To your god, you would have been nothing. Just another disappointing human, always failing to live up to perfection.

“But to me! You aren’t just any witch, my little teenage vessel. You are the last of the lineage of Mary! That’s the heritage your mother kept from you. One of the most powerful witches in all of history. Already producing demi-gods her first time being impregnated. After that, she didn’t use her power very often, but her legacy lived on.”

I listened, horrified by what this horrible thing was telling me. “Your mother called me, said she knew the truth, that she wanted to carry on her bloodline’s tradition. But she only wanted the power. She promised her firstborn female child to me, to be the vessel. But she broke faith. Tried to hide you from me.

“So your mother has been… dealt with. And now, you inherit the power, the title, that are rightfully yours. It will be difficult at times, but I can already see your body is beginning to adapt to it.”

I stood unsteadily. I could hear it in his voice. He was telling the truth. All of it. Everything I had known… everything I believed, had devoted my life to, was a lie. I swallowed my tears. “Wh… what’s your name, then?” I could almost see the smug satisfaction dripping from his words. “I am Eahma. Keeper of knowledge, bearer of wisdom, giver of life. I’m really not that bad a guy, once you get to know me.

“And you…” I felt him place his hands on my shoulders. “You are now the vessel for my children. You are Maria, queen of fertility, the mother of demons and gods.” I began to cry, my new title causing my skin to crawl. “I will take you home now. To your new home, with me. I will give you time to become familiar with your new life, your new power. And then… I shall impregnate you. And after a time, maybe after fifty, maybe after one hundred, maybe more, you will learn to delight in every child I fill you with.”

I don’t know what repulsed me, made me feel dirty and used more. It was most likely the idea that I was now doomed to be impregnated again and again, to birth his children without end.

But it may have been the fact that, when he spoke of the power he would give me, and the children I would bear him, I felt the heat from before. And my still slightly puffy, sensitive lips became just a little bit wet.