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Location: "At my rightful place, which is "King Nitrogen's" side, kneeling before him or simply, in his lap. Those places are where a true "Brood-mare" belongs, until said otherwise by such a masculine "Man".
Sexual Orientation: To be honest, I am quite deeply Detached in real-life, riddled by severe-dissassociative/brutal BDSM-addictive tendacies to an extremely persistence and long-standing Anti-socialness by nature, but still clinging to signs of what Humans call by word as "Hope", as if so to say I suppose .. erm .. ~Pokes nearby balloon, humming to pass time quicker ..~ So .. um .. merp .. merp ...
Carrier/Seeder: Carrier
12-21-2023, 11:47 AM
(This post was last modified: 12-21-2023, 01:07 PM by
SilentFeather.)
Jayde quivered, reaching out and consuming her "now chilled by cold" meal but munched on the scrambled eggs, nibbled the pancakes and every strip of bacon till there was no signs of breakfast left. She kept her eyes downward, overcast by a sadness she couldn't identify, nor explain in words. She just complied, only shedding tears of bitterness once her "once beloved - but now abuser" Becca fully left the door and apartment.
She ran to the bathroom, vomiting it all into the porcealin throne, a place where she and Becca spent, Jayde having a strap-on, Becca spreading her legs while Jayde grabbed her rear and dominated her, claiming what was right, what was hers. In that time, Becca was Jayde's girl, her reason for awakening with a smile each dawn instead of the birds themselves.
Becca was a direct answer to every ailment Jayde had. Jayde, believe it or not was a sickly female, always has been. Becca would drive her to appointments, wait for her in the car they shared and when she was done she would cheer Jayde up with a smile, a hug, a kiss and even her usual bag of favorite candy, Wertsters caramels, the soft chewy kind because hard candy made her anxiety-driven. She also knew Jayde was autistic-tendacied so she knew when something was bothering her or of direct irritant when she was stimming: twirling her locks of brunette hair, clicking her tongue or pacing around, when Becca was out Jayde was hit the very hardest, her world revolved around that lass and her mind was in constant rotation of "what-is?" "could-be's" and "oh-nos!" when she did not return at the times that Becca texted from her cellphone to hers, causing her ADHD to become full-blown, erratic and above all, unstable-leveled.
Sighing, Jayde groaned and whimpered softly, curling up in bed and covering herself with the bloodstained covers. She was weary .. weary. "Tired .. ugh .. so fuckin tired .. ughhh! my fuckin body! it hurts .. God .. it .. hurrrts .. it .. doesss .." Her whimpers died down, her words slurred by drowsiness, a deep exhaustion creeping below her flesh and seeping to the marrowed depths of her very bones, her next outbursts becoming of a soft, silent muttering, an arm, her left one was stretched out, hand resting over the bonechillingly frigid temperatured pillow near the front of her face while the right remained also resting, laying limply over a side of her belly which now seemed to become much more endowed in size because of the accumulation of thick, clumpy seed that Becca practically bombarded her with. It over expanded her womb, causing her agony, discomfort and above all, a sense of self-shame.
But yet, she suffered in silence, not thinking that she would have been believed if she sneaked out in Becca's absence. She worried about her unborn .. was he or she alright? were they suffocating right now? "Please little one .. hold on alright? mommy will get through this .. just endure for a little while longer, alright? .. do that for us .." She whispered softly, placing gentle rubs upon the location where she once felt entergetic flutters. Now .. her concern arose when she felt no form of it. Not even a squirm or stretch.
Just .. nothing.
She curled further inward, softly sobbing, her body quivering, shuddering and vulnerable with bruises both old and anew from Becca's harsh "disciplines". It was hidden beneath a new long gray overcast hoodie and gray tanktop, a pair of blackish jeans and gray long-socks, Becca allowed her a dress-code now and was only allowed to wear what she allowed her to. Basically Jayden was a doll to Becca now, and Jayde simply endured and .. obeyed without any fuss, slip of lip or disrespect.
She slumbered in her clothing, forgetting that she was to be in the pajamas picked out for her by "Warden Becca" as she secretly called her in her mind. While her apartment was once a homeland, it was now of a maximum-security prison.
Jayde no longer had freedom over her existence .. or her own life.
She was now .. under authority of another. Under curfew, lock-down city.
Now, Becca gained control. Now Becca controlled, now Becca conquered.
Bruises, cuts, fear on Jayde's face and withdrawn characteristics, as well as a devastatingly torn open opening, wet, slick raw-tender to touch vaginal lips, and loose birth-canal, maaan .. those alone told the truth-confession nonverbal-style.
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After a few hours, from the time Becca first marched out and left the apartment, Jayde was asleep, blissfully reminescing when Becca and she first met, shared a first kiss, first officlal embrace and first love-making session. Gods above .. it was glorious. Divinely glorious. It was the only reminder of her Becca, of the true girl she knew was still in there .. somewhere.
She was slumbering still, even as her Warden had entered the apartment-residence. She snored softly, gently, airily, a slightness of wheeze to it, signaling that she had been under stress with her lungs (Becca knew all too well that her victim Jayde had asthma and heart-related difficulties, due to being born premature-status) and when Becca's arm snaked around her budding in space of a waist she jolted with a startled jumping motion, her eyes shooting open and were wide within seconds, signaling she was startled further by immediate yelping and then quickened, gasps of pure terror.
Her body stiffened, but yet she attempted no form of movement, even when Becca the tormentor giggle wickedly, or even when Jayde's neck was kissed by her fake, lie riddled lips.
"S-SHIT! J-JESUS CHRIST ABOVE! .. I mean Becca! B-Becca .. babe .. I was .. j-just resting, not asleep all day, I .. I just returned to sleep an hour ago. I ate all of my breakfast you made me earlier .." She spoke softly, her voice hitched and quivering. It was a tone-of-the-tides" or a reaction of full-driven, hell-raised fear. In order for she and her unborn to survive she needed to be more stable minded, more diligent and above all, more cunning of her thoughts and actions. She was no longer in a home, she was now .. in Becca's war-zone. She feared the life of her unborn child, swiftly removing her hand from her bump of a mound as Becca kissed the back of her throat, placing it to the mattress of the bed between the pillow and a touch away from her own hoodie and tank-top clad chest. Her body had become thinner, more fragile, more frail physiqued while Becca herself appeared more beefy, ox-built and fit as a fiddle. Even her "new package" that Jayde was daily reminded of during their rough sessions of rapid domination seemed to be more well fed by a more than substantial regime, consisting of bold-swimming, egg-seeking semen.
She must have been pregnant once again, with how much sperm she was carrying from the amount still inhabiting her now over-filled, refusing to disintergrate of a womb.
"O-Okay Warden .. I .. I mean Becca! - Becca-a-aah! .. I mean! .." She blurted out, her already quivering body increasing with more violent force. "Please .. forgive my mistake in naming .. Becca .. I promise it will not happen again." She trailed off, her remainder of words becoming of a whimpering, closing her eyes and trying to hold back tears but felt her mascara beneath her eyes smearing and running down her face with trails, following by whispered, barely there sob-clad breathless breaths. "J-Just please don't put "It" inside of me for a few days .. I .. I think I .. need a bit of time to recover .. can I? my-my body .. it is too wrapped by pain .. I .. I promise to make all up to you later, a-am I allowed to rest? .. please .. p-please .."
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