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Sarah, The Second Sin: Origins







Long before the Gender Wars men and women lived in peace across the Western Kingdoms and the Kingdom of Pua. No one had heard of the creeping infection of Feminism, and the Darknyss had barely begun to spread. Everyone was able to live in matrimonial bliss.

During this peaceful time there a lived a young farmer’s daughter in a small village in what was to become Acerima, who was known for many miles around as a great beauty. Sarah (for that was her name) had the creamy white skin of a milk maid, and lovely, long blond locks, soft as silk and yellow as sun-ripened wheat. She was a good girl who loved and obeyed her father, and did as he instructed, because he only wanted what was best for her, and she was too foolish to know better.

Her legendary beauty drew many suitors from miles around to come and attempt to win her hand. They would line up for hours outside of her house, in the hopes of petitioning her father for a chance to speak to her, and they would eagerly hang about their fields, in the hopes of catching a glimpse of her milking the cows. But her father, being a wise man, knew Sarah’s worth and was very particular about who he let speak to her. Only one man was allowed into the house, Byta.

Byta showered Sarah with gifts, and was a kind, gentle man. He would be an excellent provider and father for Sarah’s children. Sarah saw the wisdom in her father’s choice, and allowed herself to be courted, and soon the two were engaged. It was not a mad, passionate love, but the arrangement was very advantageous, and Sarah believed that love could grow.


One day, not long after her engagement, Sarah was in the field trying to wean a stubborn calf when it suddenly started to storm. Hurriedly trying to get inside, she undid the picket line just as there was a loud crack of thunder, and the startled calf broke free, galloping away wildly into the woods. Without thinking Sarah set off after it, blindly running through the rain and trees. Soon it stopped raining, as summer squalls are wont to be fierce and brief, but Sarah found herself in a part of the woods she didn’t recognize.

Scared, but determined to not return home empty handed, Sarah pressed onward, calling for the calf. “Amelia! Amelia! Where are you?”

A sword flashing before her and a low, masculine cry stopped her short, “Halt!”
Standing before her was a tall, handsome man with brown, shoulder length, wavy hair, and deep, iridescent eyes. In one hand he held the picket rope of the lost calf, and thrust into the log before him was a sword, neatly skewering a deadly copperhead snake. “Oh, Amelia!”

Sarah threw herself forwards and wrapped her dripping arms around the calf, and then burst into tears. “Thank you, sir! Thank you so much! You just saved my life! And found Amelia! How can I ever thank you?”

Chuckling throatily, the strange man pulled Sarah to her feet and gently wiped her tears away with his thumb. “Don’t cry, little one! It was only my duty to protect you, and bring this little calf home. Now what’s your name? I am Alfie.”

Sniffling slightly, Sarah begun to quench the tears and looked up into his eyes. “S-Sarah!” She gasped.

Standing this close to this man made her breath hitch for an entirely different reason. He was so strong, his face so perfectly formed, his scent like an addiction. Sarah didn’t understand it, but she felt a strange, powerful tingling in her nether regions.

Unconsciously Sarah leaned forward into this strange man as he brought his hand down to gently trace her jaw bone and they started, entranced into each other’s eyes. Finally, after a minute that felt like eternity, Alfie bent down and captured Sarah’s mouth in his own. At the kiss she almost lost her grip on reality and her knees buckled. She would have certainly fallen over if Alfie’s strong arms hadn’t snaked around her just in time to hold her up.


Certainly, Byta and Sarah had kissed. They were waiting for the wedding night to completely give themselves over to one another, of course, but still, they had kissed. And before this moment Sarah would have told you that kissing was a pleasant, but not an all encompassing activity. But Byta’s kisses compared to Alfies? A zephyr to a hurricane.


And there in those woods Sarah and Alfie had their passionate embrace. Flesh pushing against flesh, hungry mouths and groping hands, damp skin and hair, the fresh scents of rain mingling with the musky scents of sex: in this milieu Sarah gave up her greatest gift.

Afterwards they sat together, laughing and carefully picking twigs out of each others hair. “That was amazing,” Sarah said breathlessly, her large misty eyes staring at Alphie.

“It was,” he replied with a grin and another quick kiss, before he started to stand to pull his trousers back on.

Sarah too, eagerly stood and began dressing, while chattering away, “Oh! I can’t wait to introduce you to my father! I’m sure he’ll love you. And I guess I’ll have to break off my engagement with Byta, but I’m sure he’ll understand. It is true love after all. Oooh. This is so exciting! I can’t wait until we’re married, Alphie!”

But Alphie had grown uneasily quiet and was fiddling with his buttons, his back turned to her. “Sarah. I… I can’t marry you.”

“But… but, why not?” Sarah demanded, suddenly petulant.

“Well,” Alphie paused awkwardly, “See. I need a woman who is pure to be my wife.”

“Oh.” It took a second for what this meant to sink in. “Oh!” Finally the exact predicament she was in had dawned upon her.

Sarah grabbed Amelia’s picket line and then turned and fled once more through the woods. She ran, tears again streaming down her face, through the woods for hours, the trees scratching her arms and the rocks bruising her feet, until, finally, she came upon the edge of her father’s field just as the sun was setting. Subdued and ashamed Sarah headed into the barn to put away the calf, being just as tired as she, and then headed into the house to look for Byta, who had a scheduled visit tonight. Being an honorable lass, Sarah knew she had to tell him what happened, though she dreaded it.

Sarah slipped in the back door quietly, to avoid her father, and entered the parlor, where Byta always waited. She stood before him, eyes blotchy from crying, dress tattered and mud-stained, “Sarah! What happened!” Byta cried out with a gasp as he leapt from his chair.

Sobbing, she flung herself forward, forcing them both back into the chair, and then knelt at his feet, her head resting in his lap, to relate her sad tale. “Byta! I’m so sorry. I have sinned. Today Amelia escaped into the woods, and so I ran after her, and in the woods I found not just her, but also a very handsome man. I was foolish and naïve, and I trusted him and… and he seduced me. I am sorry. Truly. I… I gave him my flower. Please forgive me.”

Sarah looked up into Byta’s face with sorrowful, hopeful eyes, but saw on his usually kind features only a hardening anger. In a breathless silence that lasted forever Sarah’s burgeoning hope of being forgiven was mercilessly bashed aside. Byta surged onto his feet and threw Sarah across the room. “You slut! You slovenly bitch! I thought you were a good woman, but you are nothing more then a common whore, chasing the first pretty face you see! I was willing to give you my everything, and treat you like a Princess, and this is how you repay me? Well, enough of that. I’m leaving.” He reached down to Sarah’s crumpled, sobbing form, and forcefully removed the ring he had given her form her finger. “I can not marry such a slattern!” And with those final words echoing in the room, Byta stormed out.

For a while, Sarah just lay there on the floor, unsure of how to continue, until she heard the door open, and her father return from his chores. Knowing she could always trust in his unconditional love, Sarah lifted herself up, and ran to greet him. “Oh, Papa, Papa! I have had the most terrible day!”

Quickly dropping his work gloves, her father caught her in his strong arms and shockedly said, “Sarah, Darling, what happened? What’s wrong? And where is Byta?”

“Oh, Papa! Byta broke off the engagement! He took back his ring.”

“But, Sarah! Why? Why would he do something like that? I thought you two were in love.”

“It’s because I messed up, Papa.” Sarah paused to wipe her nose in his shirt. “I… I’m so ashamed.”

“Sarah, what happened?” His voice was thunderously stern.

“I… I was in the woods today. And… I allowed a handsome stranger to seduce me. I’m sorry.” Sarah studied the floorboards in shame.

“You what?!?” Her father roared, dropping Sarah so that she found herself once more sprawled upon the floor. “How could you? Scarlet woman! I can never marry off such damaged goods now! And I certainly can’t let such a… such a whore live under my roof! Out! Get out of my sight! Out of my house! I never want to see you again!”

Sarah stared up at her father in shock, unable to believe that her beloved papa was this man livid and ugly with rage before her, and certainly unable to comprehend that she was now homeless. “Well, what are you waiting for, you slut? If you don’t leave now, I’ll bodily throw you out of this house. You are certainly no daughter of mine, now.”

And with those words, Sarah shakily rose to her feet and headed out into the night, the full magnitude of her situation barely sinking in. She wandered into the night aimlessly, heedless of the thorns and rocks, her ears closed to the howl of the wolves and screech of the owls. After hours of walking, her feet throbbing and her eyes out of tears, Sarah found herself in a strange swamp. Exhausted, she sunk down onto the moist, mossy ground, and decided to wait here for whatever ill was to befall her next. Soon she was asleep.


While Sarah slept a strange, inky cloud flowed out of the surrounding trees, and reached down gentle tendrils to caress her. After each touch, Sarah felt a feeling of warmth, and acceptance flow through her dreams, and she sighed contently in her sleep. Soon a voice began to echo through her mind, soft and soothing. It seemed to be the perfect embodiment of everything wonderfully feminine. “Do not fret, my child. Dry your tears. I know that man has wronged you, and betrayed you, sent you into the night without food. But do not worry, I am here now. I will be your mother, your protector, your guide, your light, your savior, your everything. You will want for nothing, now that I am here.

‘I shall teach you how to be strong, child. Dry your tears, and let your heart harden. Men bring only evil and pain. They are to be used as you see fit. They are weak. They think not with their heads, or even their hearts, but only their loins. Learn how to use that, and endless power can be yours! But first, steel your heart, and never cry again. You will know what to do!”


The young beauty awoke in the swamp with a strange red film in her eyes, and remembering only that her dreams were filled with an otherworldly sense of comfort. And on the moss next to her lay a dagger that had certainly not been there the night before. It seemed to have been carved all out of once piece of hard, black stone and when Sarah looked at it out of the corner of her eyes she thought she could see faces screaming in pain, just under the surface. Without thinking twice, Sarah grabbed the dagger and headed straight back to her old home.

Though she had run, distraught, through the dark last night, she now seemed to know exactly how to get back, and she wasted no time in doing so. As she walked through the swamp, and then the forest, her feet began to bleed, but Sarah no longer cared. All she could focus on, out of her bloody, misty eyes, was returning to her discarded home where her father waited in ignorance.

Just after midday she arrived back at her father’s farm, and unerringly headed for the main barn. Something in her heart told her that was where he would be. She nosily threw open the door, the dagger casually hanging from one hand and the sun illuminating her bedraggled silhouette from behind. Her father looked up, startled from his milking, but soon broke into a relived smile. “Sarah! I’m glad to see you! I’m sorry about last night, you’re still…” He swallowed the last part of the sentence as his beloved daughter stalked across the barn toward him, dagger raised, “What… what are you doing?”

The man feebly raised his arms to protect himself, but he couldn’t believe that a woman, his daughter nonetheless, would do something like this. In the moments before the dagger plunged home, he stared into her bloody eyes and felt only fear.

Sarah violently stabbed the dagger into his chest and then coldly watched the once beloved man fall limp at her feet, his eyes empty, and the chest wound strangely bloodless. She glanced down at her dagger, and saw that it had turned a dull, rusty red color. And there seemed to be a new face swimming beneath the surface.

Silently she turned on her heels and walked out of the barn.


That evening found Sarah standing at the gate to Byta’s house, stoneily waiting for him to return, the once-more black dagger dangling from her fingers. After several hours of standing as still as a statue, staring at the darkening lane, the man of the hour finally came around the corner. When Byta spotted her, at fist he broke into a grin, “Sarah! I’m so happy to see you! I’ve been thinking and I still…” but he, too, broke off in confusion as his former love ran toward him, dagger held aloft.

Sarah grabbed the back of his head as she drew close and stared deeply into his eyes, so that he too could feel the fear of her misty gaze before she plunged the dagger deep into his stomach, and let him wordlessly fall. Once more the dagger turned the dull, rusty red, and the wound was strangely bloodless, but Sarah was too busy to notice.

She felt her body convulse with pain, as she collapsed to the ground, seizing and screaming. But soon she rose again, literally, flying into the sky, her new, massive black wings supporting her transformed body, and the shrieks of pain turning into maniacal laughter. Her once creamy skin had now turned sultry and dusky, and her lovely fair hair was now black as a raven’s wing, and spreading, churning, across her shoulder blades were the black tendrils from before, burned into her skin.

As she rose into the air the beautifully feminine voice before filled her head and heart. “Congratulations, Sarah. You have done admirably. For your service, for your pain I reward you. I give you the gift of lust, and you are to be the first Succubus, the Queen of all who come after. Now go into the world. Explore your new powers, and wreck your revenge upon men!”


Sarah, filled with joy and power, sheathed her dagger, and swooped into the night, knowing she had one more task to complete before the morning. She flew with unerring accuracy to a small camp not far from her old home. There she landed just outside the light cast by the campfire, so she could make her entrance. She then stepped into the warm pool, and saw the handsome Alfie leap to his feet, drawing his sword. “Hello, darling,” Sarah cooed.

The man stared in shock, letting his sword drop. “Sarah? What happened to you?”

“I embraced my true nature, gentle Alfie. I have gained power. And I can share it with you, too. All you have to do is surrender yourself to me.”

Sarah advanced upon the speechless Alfie, as he merely stared at her. When she got close enough she opened her wings wide and swept him close to her, securing his lips in hers. The kiss was in turns rough and gentle, and Sarah seemed to suck the very breath and soul out of him. Finally she released him, and he stared at her in awe. “Congratulations, dear Alfie. I have chosen you to be my first consort.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

Coming soon: Andrea Dworkin and the first Gender War!