[SilentFeather]

Where Jayden once felt powerful, untamed, and untouched she now felt vulnerable, touched, and violated. She was now a face in the crowd, a victim, a statistic. It was a hard pill to swallow, difficult even .. but it was a lesson to be learned, a stepping stone, a roadblock to be passed and above all, a building block to be mastered over.

It would make her a better woman, a form of soldier who could outwit her wrongs, and reshape the mechanisms of her past. She was defined by words, and yes, they were harsh of what Becca expressed, but Jayde felt unloved in the relationship, she felt as though everything she did and everything she said to the woman of her dreams was a mere mistake, and by doing such she always attempted to right those such wrongs to perfection, and when such could not be completely accomplished she would direct her frustrations upon her own self. Suffering all that could be, in the form of starving herself, for days on end, shouting at herself in the mirror about how Becca could achieve a more richer outlook on life if she was not in the picture. Even to the point where she broke many mirrors in her room by punching them or throwing them against the walls of it. She was confused and conflicted by thoughts and emotions and that in turn .. caused her to act out and untimately, seek affections elsewhere.

Something that she untimately regretted in the end. She did not become hurt by the fact she was raped by her own surgically modified ex-gilfriend, it was the fact that she harmed her heart, dashed their dreams of a life together and above all, betrayed a trust that was never broken in the first place.

Damn .. what a pill to swallow that was to realize. She became quiet, abnormally so, head still lolled to it's position of resting upon it's side, the right side, her dominant side. She heard the threat, heard the revengeful presence of growling from her Dominant positioned girlfriend, the same of whom was now heavily endowed by surgical means of gender-modification.

What Becca did next sent shivers down Jayden's motionless backside, in other words, a very unspeakable thing. One thing that would scar the poor Jayde who was already fragile minded, physiqued and emtioned, she released inside of her, expelling from testicled depths and filling her already occupied with child wombed depths up to the point of overflow. Past it's threshold of occupancy even. Through it all Jayde endured in quiet, never making a single effort of struggle, sound or even a plead to stop.

She was too weakened by all of the struggling, screaming and abuse. In the end, it took a toll. A terrible one.

As she drifted away to a realm of voidless, infinite appearing slumber she heard several things, the sound of the bed creaking, the feeling of the bed dipping downward then raising back up upon it's wooden legs and then .. the sound of Becca's barefooted foosteps as she strolled from it's surface, across the floor and lastly, the sound of the bathroom door as it softly squeaked open with a still audible outburst and then .. closed with a just a softer click.

Behind closed upper eyelids she stared, simply laid where she was in self-expressed orgasm, traces of blood-stains present within the covers that were both between and beside her legs, there was lots of it, a whole lot. But she was so exhausted and overcome by shock she refused to care, she just could not cope anymore. Her heart .. it was broken .. forever from this very night and upon the day of it's anniversary she would be reminded of this event. The day her now endowed ex-girlfriend .. took advantage of her.