Re: Apple Inn[Safe Haven]
(tl;dr - skip to picture/thought for actual current thoughts/actions, the rest is just remembering/thinking about the past day)
As Jenn awoke, the first thing she saw was light. Was it morning already? It had been almost noon when she had... had been captured. The first time she had awoken to find herself going into labor she had been in denial, right up until the point where she had been raped by the centipede. The next time she awoke in tears, knowing what was coming. By then it had been pitch dark, and her memories were so blurred together. And now it was morning.
Was it the first morning after her capture, or the tenth? Jenn couldn't be sure. She didn't know which was worse - the rape, or labor. She did know neither was
worst. Far worse then either the process of giving birth or being raped was the certain knowledge that each and every being she gave birth to would mindlessly seek out and try to rape other women. Her fault. And worst of all was the times she wasn't raped. The first time was the Mistake. The liquid, the aphrodisiac, of the slime thing. It hadn't been the first toxin she had encountered, that had been the paralytic of the spider. She had dealt with that one well. She knew spiders paralyzed their prey - who didn't? - and when she noticed the stiffness in her joints, she had found a reasonably safe place to wait it out. But there had been no element of choice in that, or shame. It was a poison, and she was going to be paralyzed no matter what she did.
The aphrodisiac had been different. She should have stayed in that house and pleasured herself until it wore off. Maybe it wasn't safe, but it was safer then doing it in the street. But surely not doing it at all would have been safer? In the end, the need had overwhelmed her and she had collapsed in the street and fingered herself until something with a cock had given her a better solution. She had tried to resist it, tried to hold off until she was safe, but she had failed. Somehow that was worse then getting paralyzed, even though on some level she knew she had been powerless to stop either. And as for just sitting down a few yards from where she had just been raped and masturbating... it was not something Jenn could have done. It wasn't that she'd never done it before, but there was a time and place, and she was sure it involved being in her locked bedroom in her empty house - not in a strangers bed that smelled of almost certainly non-consensual sex. But she should have done it all the same.
It hadn't been the last time she had willing given herself to the freak, either. After some time, Jenn had done her best to increase her pleasure during the forced sex, just to orgasm more quickly and return to blessed unconsciousness. It made her feel dirty, far worse then just being raped, because it felt like she was giving up and accepting her fate as a vessel for making more of the beasts that would overrun the world and rape every woman she had ever known.
But something was wrong. There was no labor pain, no pain from a hideously stretched belly. Jenn tried to sit up and was surprised to find she had the strength. She looked down at her belly and was surprised to see it flat, and nothing appeared about to violate her. It was only then she realized she was in a bed. Her bed. At the inn.
It all came back in a flash - the centipede dying as it impregnated her once more, giving her one last "gift" as its body went stiff and was pulled away. Then the face of a nurse above her smiling and telling her she was going to sleep through the labor, and the mask lowered over her face... and now this. It hadn't been a dream. Of course it hadn't - the lack of dreams in the unconsciousness induced by whatever she lost when she came in the monster's grasp was one of the few blessings. She was sure she had dreamed after she was rescued, and it was the dreams of being back in the breeding den that made her name the lack of dreams while she was there a blessing. How many times had she actually given birth, and how many had been dreams? How many women had she doomed to her fate minus the lucky rescue by the issue of her womb? She couldn't think about it. It hurt too much.
After Jessica died, I stayed in bed for days. It didn't help anyone, least of all me. I can't do that again, I have to do what I can to help. But I can't ever get caught again, even chancing that will do more harm then good. Never again alone.
Jenn flipped her legs out over the bed onto the floor, and lost her balance, falling, after having not used her legs properly in nearly a day. She surprised herself a little by recovering gracefully before she did a face plant on the hard wooden floor. After a moment, she dressed in the spare set of clothing she kept in her room for emergencies and looked about her room, sure she was going to do something important today, but not sure what. (Hooray +1 acrobatics?)
Finding her stuff untouched was an incredibly pleasant surprise. Not only had her spare set of clothing gone untouched in her room, but her rapier and backpack had been returned with her! Even the set of clothing she had been wearing when she had been overcome had been returned to her! Following this great news, she stowed both extra sets of clothing in her room. One would replace the spare set she was wearing now. The other... she had intended to put it in the store for Jesse to hand out to other girls, but a thought occurred to her. Favor with the director and stuff from the store was well and good - she wouldn't mind another set of armor, for example - but favor with other people around the inn was never amiss either. Maybe she could find someone in need herself instead of letting Jesse do it... but best not dally too long, someone knew she had 3 sets of clothing and she didn't want anyone to think she was hoarding.
Jenn left the room smiling, and walked off to the inn's common room for something to eat.
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