05-13-2024, 09:38 PM
As the days and nights passed by Ellis's body had went through the motions of being ever changed. He rubbed his sore abdomen, the same of which was bothering him by persistently cramping with what seemed like no ending.
He curled up in the bed, sighing in relief as his abdomen was once again flat as a pancake, the same as it once was. And for a moment he was certain that he would be safe and sound from the horrors of Tyrant Gideon at least for a certain time.
During the few days, he was a test subject, enduring endless fuckings that had left him raw between his legs and a steady, unbearable aching in his back and hips. He had never been treated in such a way by a man but now had become accustomed to his new existence as it was.
As a servant, a slave, and pretty soon, a brood-mare.
After being fed the usual one chunk of bread, Ellis was escorted back to his cell. It was a week later and he was greeted by the unwelcomed sight of a lone, yet burly muscled guard. Unbearably, one of his flimsy arms were grabbed which made him arise with a wince, but yet he never complained, only endured, letting the guard cuff his wrists together. "I apologize, the Tyrant has been busy with me the past few weeks," He replied pitifully, eyes set to the ground as he followed the guard into their Tyrant's massive sized palace.
The maids bowed their heads, watching the guard leave before they furthered with their tasks. First they scrubbed him till his skin shined like a new penny, then they dressed him in one of the finest dresses in the palace, leaving his hair to be the last thing they did for the lad.
He curled up in the bed, sighing in relief as his abdomen was once again flat as a pancake, the same as it once was. And for a moment he was certain that he would be safe and sound from the horrors of Tyrant Gideon at least for a certain time.
During the few days, he was a test subject, enduring endless fuckings that had left him raw between his legs and a steady, unbearable aching in his back and hips. He had never been treated in such a way by a man but now had become accustomed to his new existence as it was.
As a servant, a slave, and pretty soon, a brood-mare.
After being fed the usual one chunk of bread, Ellis was escorted back to his cell. It was a week later and he was greeted by the unwelcomed sight of a lone, yet burly muscled guard. Unbearably, one of his flimsy arms were grabbed which made him arise with a wince, but yet he never complained, only endured, letting the guard cuff his wrists together. "I apologize, the Tyrant has been busy with me the past few weeks," He replied pitifully, eyes set to the ground as he followed the guard into their Tyrant's massive sized palace.
The maids bowed their heads, watching the guard leave before they furthered with their tasks. First they scrubbed him till his skin shined like a new penny, then they dressed him in one of the finest dresses in the palace, leaving his hair to be the last thing they did for the lad.
I, Silent Feather once thought that my life was just one long merry go round, mundane, repetitive, and just plain boresome but after meeting my beloved Nitrogen, all were changed. And as such had changed me, and when I mean that I mean for the positive, greater of a person I have become, a woman.
A full grown, bonafide Madame.
Silent Feather
