Hello! I hope you're all doing well! I've finally finished something I've been working on for far too long, and I hope you like it!
The Situation - Lina Clayton
Dayna, a young woman lost and rudderless in the world, is inducted into what she eventually discovers is a cult. Marcus Danzing, Sage's deranged leader, has created a hierarchy in which women are made to be nothing more than incubators to continue Sage's legacy. Dayna escapes after months of planning, but not before leaving with one final parting gift...
Here's an excerpt:
For the first time in a long time, she was able to see her body in full, now being washed clean from months of filth, glistening under the running water. Dirt and dried blood flowing off her belly and face. Survival took precedence over hygiene in the woods. She ran her fingers up and down her chest and stomach, full and engorged with her now late term pregnancy. She had been so involved and worried in her day to day that she had lost track of how big her body had gotten in the past few months. She swallowed hard as her reality hit. She made her way with one of her hands to her loins, she hadn’t tended to herself in a while, she gasped at the first touch and pulled away, but came back to it, slowly at first.
She entered a finger, propping a leg up on the ledge of the shower she was in to assist. Her pregnant body made it difficult as it had begun to hang low. She was only 8 months, but she looked full term as far as anyone could tell. She might be able to use this to her advantage if she was to go full term but telling people otherwise. If it helped her get out of a few situations, why not? It had already saved her once. Her finger found its way inside herself, she was up to her knuckle when she put a second in and began slowly fingering herself properly.
She covered her mouth with the other hand as she hit a spot that sent her over the edge. She was hot to the touch without any sexual encounter in recent times and as the water streamed down on her engorged body, steaming off her taut skin, she stood there silently shaking as she had an orgasm for the first time in what seemed like eons. She removed her hand, slapping it on the tile wall in front of her attempting to catch her breath. She gasped in the hot shower steam, her belly sucked in and pushed out fully as she exhaled, elated from getting herself off.
“Oh wow.” She looked up to the ceiling, then turned her head down letting the water run over her head. There was a hard knock on her stall wall.
“Time’s up!” The water was stopped against her will and she grabbed the towel hanging off the wall of her stall quickly toweled off. As she slowly stepped out, watching her step, she was greeted by two women with what looked like clothes for her in hand.
“Put these on.” She grabbed them and changed in front of them. The two women looked on, it seemed that their initial stares of surveillance faded for a moment as she changed. They were now watching her in curiosity of her body. They looked younger. They had never seen a bare pregnant woman to this extent. Dayna was quite fit, and at the same time immensely pregnant, now clean, and bare in front of them as she shamelessly toweled herself dry within their presence. They gulped and nervously shifted as she changed into the clothes they’d given her.
“This is too small.” She held up the shirt.
It was a light blue shirt, sized small. Clearly from some previous poor soul who was now upstairs in some form of brainwashed state. Poor girl.
“Put it on.”
“I can’t.”
“Put it ON!” The other yelled, taking a step toward Dayna.
“Do you see me? I literally can’t get it over my head. There’s got to be something else.”
They looked at each other. “Let me look.” One walked away with the shirt and stepped out of the room. The other stood there, staring. The both of them awkwardly standing there, Dayna topless. She had on a loose-fitting pair of sweatpants.
“What’s your name?” Dayna asked her.
“None of your business.”
She had a small hunting rifle in her hands pointed at the ground. She nervously shifted again and Dayna picked up on her halfhearted nature...
It's been a long time coming, and probably my longest piece yet, I hope you like it and would love some feedback on the entire thing you can get here: The Situation - Lina Clayton
I hope you're all well and hope to share some more soon!
- LC
The Situation - Lina Clayton
Dayna, a young woman lost and rudderless in the world, is inducted into what she eventually discovers is a cult. Marcus Danzing, Sage's deranged leader, has created a hierarchy in which women are made to be nothing more than incubators to continue Sage's legacy. Dayna escapes after months of planning, but not before leaving with one final parting gift...
Here's an excerpt:
For the first time in a long time, she was able to see her body in full, now being washed clean from months of filth, glistening under the running water. Dirt and dried blood flowing off her belly and face. Survival took precedence over hygiene in the woods. She ran her fingers up and down her chest and stomach, full and engorged with her now late term pregnancy. She had been so involved and worried in her day to day that she had lost track of how big her body had gotten in the past few months. She swallowed hard as her reality hit. She made her way with one of her hands to her loins, she hadn’t tended to herself in a while, she gasped at the first touch and pulled away, but came back to it, slowly at first.
She entered a finger, propping a leg up on the ledge of the shower she was in to assist. Her pregnant body made it difficult as it had begun to hang low. She was only 8 months, but she looked full term as far as anyone could tell. She might be able to use this to her advantage if she was to go full term but telling people otherwise. If it helped her get out of a few situations, why not? It had already saved her once. Her finger found its way inside herself, she was up to her knuckle when she put a second in and began slowly fingering herself properly.
She covered her mouth with the other hand as she hit a spot that sent her over the edge. She was hot to the touch without any sexual encounter in recent times and as the water streamed down on her engorged body, steaming off her taut skin, she stood there silently shaking as she had an orgasm for the first time in what seemed like eons. She removed her hand, slapping it on the tile wall in front of her attempting to catch her breath. She gasped in the hot shower steam, her belly sucked in and pushed out fully as she exhaled, elated from getting herself off.
“Oh wow.” She looked up to the ceiling, then turned her head down letting the water run over her head. There was a hard knock on her stall wall.
“Time’s up!” The water was stopped against her will and she grabbed the towel hanging off the wall of her stall quickly toweled off. As she slowly stepped out, watching her step, she was greeted by two women with what looked like clothes for her in hand.
“Put these on.” She grabbed them and changed in front of them. The two women looked on, it seemed that their initial stares of surveillance faded for a moment as she changed. They were now watching her in curiosity of her body. They looked younger. They had never seen a bare pregnant woman to this extent. Dayna was quite fit, and at the same time immensely pregnant, now clean, and bare in front of them as she shamelessly toweled herself dry within their presence. They gulped and nervously shifted as she changed into the clothes they’d given her.
“This is too small.” She held up the shirt.
It was a light blue shirt, sized small. Clearly from some previous poor soul who was now upstairs in some form of brainwashed state. Poor girl.
“Put it on.”
“I can’t.”
“Put it ON!” The other yelled, taking a step toward Dayna.
“Do you see me? I literally can’t get it over my head. There’s got to be something else.”
They looked at each other. “Let me look.” One walked away with the shirt and stepped out of the room. The other stood there, staring. The both of them awkwardly standing there, Dayna topless. She had on a loose-fitting pair of sweatpants.
“What’s your name?” Dayna asked her.
“None of your business.”
She had a small hunting rifle in her hands pointed at the ground. She nervously shifted again and Dayna picked up on her halfhearted nature...
It's been a long time coming, and probably my longest piece yet, I hope you like it and would love some feedback on the entire thing you can get here: The Situation - Lina Clayton
I hope you're all well and hope to share some more soon!
- LC
A lot of it is cringy now! 