[SilentFeather]

Servant Jayde gently lowered herself after a bit of unbearable adjusting in the passenger seat, seeming to be more attentive and tuned in to each of her Mistress's words, caught quite off guard by the words that were spoken by the woman that she betrayed, the woman of whom she both loved unconditionally, still adored and honestly, most of all she feared, feared making a mistake around her, feared her very presence, but yet she obeyed she had to, she needed to, she wanted to, there was no denying it, none at all to be spoken of.

"M-Miss Becca .." She gasped, not trying to sound sexual, she was more caught off guard "along those lines", yelping as one of her perky breasts were seized in the grip of possession, Mistress Becca's very own. Although wanting to squirm, to cower away closer to the window, instead she simply remained still, trying not to breathe hard along with her sped up heart-rate.

"Please M-Miss Becca forgive me .. I .. I-I did not mean to look like a "goddamn mess around you", this pregnancy .. it is making my body kind of .. k-kind of out of sync ya know and I.. Please forgive me for my body's disobedience, but if you change directions in decision whether to "punish" me for such a shameful reaction, I .. I-I .. just thank you Mistress, and right? oh, RIGHT, ask for Doctor Dane, got it. Got to do this for you, for me, and for .. us." She answered, then nodded as response as the rather embarrassing topic of latest was brought up about her malfunctioning, weeping of breasts, blushing red as a ripe red tomato, bringing out the features of youthful innocence, her breasts were not the small petite-ness they were now those of which grew about a few bra sizes were extremely sensitive to any touch even her very own, and were always hardening.

She quickened her words to explain the reason for them disobeying beyond her brains mental commands, stammering and stumbling with idiotic blunders of mistake over each spoken of word, which ended with a high-pitched squeak, eyes widening significantly as wide as the headlights of a car, body seized by the presence of a moderate-leveled quiver that seemed to stem from nowhere as her shirt was grabbed from it's bottom, lifted such light-weight, and functionably breathable fabric upward which revealed heavy dome in which the abomination would have resided in for the remaining nine months .. but soon would be a thing of what was meant to be destined, "a thing of what was but was never meant to be, or even exist".

Also, nestled above the such dome were two ivory fleshed orbs, heavily endowed with ample flows of milk which seemed like an endless Waterfall hen in motion from her highly sensitive nipples, such were a bright blush of bubblegum that would catch the eye of any wandering gazer. And upon the moment that her Becca's tongue made connection with her scorching heat-wave of flesh she felt her bones stiffen as if a corpse would, muscles bunching up beneath her flesh but even though fear crept in like a slow immortal chill seeing through the very marrow of her bones she remained still, silent as if Death itself had snuck up and claimed possession of her, and as she was orally possessed, both by teasing tongue of her Miss Becca and lips and lastly of whole mouth, one which clamped ever so hungrily around her flushed areola grew vulnerable, they seemed to betray her, her body always betrayed, the flesh of her nubs stiffening and taking in a hardness that could seem to cut through even the toughest surfaces of diamonds.

She closed her eyes, expressing a whimper-shuddering quiver of upcoming breaths accepting that there was things in life that could ever-change, and by seasons, by each and every past, of currently present, and future to be passing thought, breath, choice, punishment, sexual-penetration (against her will but was "now justified, and fearfully accepted without any struggle) .. day, with each day that passed she became who she truly was, her rightful position within the two-householded apartment, just her and her Miss Becca, submitting without never a single whisper of complaint.

A Slave/Sex-toy/Servant's whole ENTIRE existence was to serve, submit, and remain silent unless called upon and as such ever so compliant she was becoming. She existed to worship the ground and serve for Miss Becca. That was a fact, a critical law.

Jayde had to Obey, she was Bound to Becca. And even after death itself her soul would remain as such.

A Servant's Oath was Eternal, and sadly so was Jayde's.