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PROMPT POST #6- CLOSED
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[Fill] Watching You Drown, Watching You Scream [1/?]
(Anonymous) 2016-06-02 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)Warnings: non-con, slavery and forced pregnancy
Pairings: Poe/Other, Poe/Finn/Rey (mentioned)
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He shivers as his Master's large hand runs through his long hair, tangling in the sweaty curls. "You're doing so well Pet bringing my little ones into the world. Only a little more and it will be over, then you can rest for the next few weeks until your body is healed enough for me to breed again." The words are not meant to be comforting or a threat; this has been his life for the last three years, used as nothing more than his Master’s breeding bitch after they altered his body to accommodate pregnancy and birth. He’s only thankful that his Master didn’t have his original genitalia removed in the process.
Keening as another contraction hits, he pushes when the doctor orders him to, squeezing his eyes shut against the pain. This birth is much more painful than his last; the baby iss bigger, healthier, on account of him losing his Master's last child due to poor nutrition.
He tries to keep himself healthy during his pregnancies but his body does everything it can to expel what it views as an intruder. Most of his pregnancies are spent curled over a bucket trying not to heave out everything he has eaten.
Most of this pregnancy was spent on an IV practically confined to his personal rooms. When the knowledge of the baby’s sex came to light his Master had done everything in his power to ensure that his son would survive. His pet’s comfort comes second to that and so the baby is large and healthy.
His body wasn't made for birthing children and so the pain during this labour is doubly intense. Even the numbing meds they gave him do little to dull the pain. He wonders if this is the birth that will kill him.
"The doctor says one more big push and you will be done Pet, the baby's head is already crowning." Master moves his free hand to cup his face and tilt it up. "If this child survives like his two sisters then you will be greatly rewarded."
He nods quickly, not so much for the promise of a reward but because of the unspoken threat of what failure will bring. When the next contraction hits strongly he pushes, fighting back a scream and praying for a successful delivery this time. Of his four pregnancies before this, two ended in miscarriages and the other two in girls, his Master wants a boy to carry on his legacy. Every time he has failed to deliver his Master a boy he was punished and then fucked until he was with child again.
His world is going grey around the edges as he continues to push until the sound of a baby wailing fills the room.
The labour had taken its toll and he doesn’t have the strength to remain conscious any longer.
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His name is Poe Dameron and he was a Commander in the Resistance under General Leia Organa. He was the best pilot in the Resistance, the Galaxy even, flying Black One under the call sign Black Leader.
He’s the son of Lieutenant Shara Bey and Sargeant Kes Dameron; heroes of the Galactic Civil War. He’d grown up on beautiful Yavin IV in the bows of a Force Tree.
He is the best friend, boyfriend, and lover of two of the bravest people he has ever met. Finn who escaped the training and brainwashing of the First Order because he’s such a good person and Rey a scavenger from Jakku and also a Jedi, pilot of the Millennium Falcon and training under Luke Skywalker.
He is the partner of BB-8, the best friend, partner and droid that anyone could ask for.
Poe is all of these things and at the same time he’s none of them. Now he’s Pet, his name rarely used by Master, and no more than the man’s means to increasing his brood.
Three years ago Poe was sent on an undercover mission by General Organa. He’d kissed Finn and Rey goodbye and promised he’d be back soon; the mission wasn’t supposed to take longer than two weeks. Flying in an outdated T-65 X-Wing with R3-H4, and older astromech, Poe had suffered an engine malfunction several light years from his destination. Dropping out of hyper space had landed him in the middle of a TIE patrol and he’d taken several hits before returning to hyperspace as quickly as possible. His ship had minimal weapons and with engine troubles he’d had no hope against the First Order ships.
One messy crash later on an unknown planet, weeks of unconsciousness, and Poe woe up in an unfamiliar bed, on an unfamiliar planet; collared, branded and sporting a brand new surgically inserted uterus and all the parts that went with it.
The man who claimed himself Poe’s new Master had given Poe a cursory introduction into his new life. Which is to say; he told Poe exactly what had been done to him and why before proceeding to rape Poe in hopes of impregnating him.
Master was not human. He had just enough base-human in him to be compatible with enough to breed Poe; but he was broader than humans, easily twice Poe’s size in height and width and his skin was a shinny orange. His body temperature was also much higher than a human’s and his every touch bordered on painful, his cock, which was woefully proportionate, had felt as though it was searing Poe’s insides as he’d fucked him roughly.
Poe had tried to escape several times during the first two months it wasn’t until Master’s personal doctor had confirmed Poe’s first pregnancy that he stopped. Master had informed him with deadly seriousness that Poe did not need his feet to be used as a breeding bitch.
It hadn’t stopped Poe from dreaming of escape or rescue. Three years of slavery and sexual abuse had beaten that hope out of Poe. His hope now was for his Master to kill him accidentally or to die during childbirth.
He’d come so close this time.
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If there's anything specific you want to see/don't want let me know OP and I'll make sure it's included or omitted.
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(Anonymous) 2016-06-07 02:24 pm (UTC)(link)This chapter is mostly flashback. Warning for non-con
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As he sleeps Poe dreams about the past, days long gone but fondly remembered.
”When this war is over what do you think you’ll do?” The question comes from Finn, his gaze not straying from the clouds over head.
The three of them are lying cuddled together on a blanket and watching the clouds. They’ve just finished eating the food that Poe made for a picnic and now they’re just enjoying the nice weather and each others company. Nearby BB-8 is rolling around in the grass inspecting anything that catches their eye.
Poe hums thoughtfully, considering the question. “My parents grew up under the Empire and they fought for the entirety of their youth against it. Da said he was never happier than the first few years living on Yavin IV with Mum and me. Even after Mum died he still said the days there were the best of his life.”
“So does that mean you’re going to find yourself a little ranch on some remote moon?” Rey asks, turning to peer at him from Finn’s other side.
“Only if I have the two best people in the Galaxy joining me, otherwise it’s not worth it.” Poe grins over at Rey. “I’d be content to farm, look after runyips, and spend my days fixing up old droids and ships. Maybe, just maybe, settle down with a few children?” He’ holds his breath, afraid of what they’ll say, which is why he poses it as a question.
Both Rey and Finn are looking at him in awe and with a sort of fragile hope, and it hurts his heart to see it. Neither Rey nor Finn grew up with a family and Poe wants to offer them everything that they missed out on.
He licks his lips nervously. “I-if that’s maybe what you want? We don’t have to have our own, we could adopt, I’m sure there’s tons of war orphans out there.” He knows he’s starting to babble due to nervousness. “Or maybe just adopt a bunch of animals or something.”
When Rey and Finn launch at him and bury him in a mini dog pile, Poe releases an ‘oooff!’ of surprise.
“I-is that a yes or a no?” He asks still feeling nervous and uncertain; he can’t make himself look up at the expressions on their faces.
“Poe Dameron!” Rey says, putting her hands on his face to turn his head and make him look at her and Finn. “Of course we want a family with you. Whether that’s with children or an army of droids, it doesn’t matter as long as we’re with you.”
Finn is nodding in agreement. “You’re the only family that we’ve ever had and of course we want to stay with you and continued growing our family.”
Poe’s heart swells as he pulls them in close; he just loves them both so much.
Suddenly there’s a hand in his head up by his hair roughly and another tugging at the gold slave collar around his neck. “You’re going to give me so many children Pet. I’ll breed you until you’re just a hollow shell and then I’ll use you for my own pleasure until I tire of you.” Poe is forced to look into his Master’s cruel pink eyes. “You’ll learn to love every minute of it, I promise you that.”
The words aren’t a promise at all they’re a threat and Poe knows it.
“Get in my lap Pet; I want to feel your stomach as I breed you.”
Fighting back a shudder of disgust Poe does as he’s told, settling himself on Master’s lap. The feel of his Master’s erection entering his new parts is always revolting and Poe squeeze’s his eyes shut trying to imagine he’s somewhere else as Master moans in pleasure at the sensation. One of his Master’s large hands goes around Poe to rest on belly, still pudgy from his last child.
Master rocks his hips so that Poe can feel every inch of him movie. “You’re beautiful Pet, it’s why I chose you; but you glow when you’re carrying my child.” He pinches the skin of Poe’s stomach, and Poe can’t keep in the yelp of pain that the action causes. “When you’re round and full I want nothing more than to push you down and fuck you more. Maybe I will next time; I’ll use your ass and make you take me on all fours so I can wrap my arms around your swollen belly.”
Poe shakes his head, wanting to deny Master’s word but he has no power here; he is nothing more than the man’s pet pleasure slave and breeding bitch. Once he may have been someone but now he is no one and he knows that because it’s been a year and no one has come for him.
No one will even come for him.
Poe wakes with disappear heavy in his heart and tears in his eyes. It’s a struggle to fight back the urge to cry, but experience has taught him to keep his emotions in check. Master delights in tormenting him with them, reminding him that he belongs to the man fully. There will be no escape for Poe, except for one day in death and that day will be a long time coming if Master had his way.
Distantly he registers the sound of machines beeping. As awareness slowly returns Poe realizes that he’s attached to the machines. Pushing past the feeling of grogginess he presses a hand to his stomach taking in the lack of bulge. Another child delivered but did this one survive?
“I can see the thoughts swirling around your head Pet. My son was born healthy, although it was almost at the cost of your life.”
Poe turns toward Master’s voice, blinking up at him as he makes his way into the room. “They said they were going to wake you up today Pet. You’ve been in an induced coma for three weeks, the damage to your body required bacta healing if I wished you to be healthy enough for next child.”
As much as Poe wants to say no, no more, he nods his head obediently. He is Master’s to command and use as he will.
Master can see through him so well though after so many years. “No need to look so put down Pet. Did I not promise you a reward?” He waits until Poe is paying attention to him again. “You will nurse and care for my son as well as my two daughters. I will not try to get you with child again for another six months.”
Six months. Poe feels his breath stutter in his chest and he wonders if there are other conditions or attachments. Will it be six months without any sexual contact or is it just his uterus Master will refrain from touching.
“Six months,” Master says forcefully, commanding Poe’s attention back to him. “I will not touch you at all during this time. You will be moved to a room attached to the nursery and there you will aide the nannies in caring for the children. Is that understood Pet?”
“Yes Master.” Poe replies dutifully thinking of how little contact he’s had with the children . . . his children.
“You’re forgetting something Pet.”
Poe swallows back a rush of fear and bows his head. “Thank you Master.” He doesn’t flinch when Master’s hand rests atop of his head, petting his hair.
“I will see that everything is moved while you heal. Do not make me regret this Pet.”
“I won’t Master, thank you Master.” The words come in a rush and evidentially please Master enough for not longer after he leaves Poe to rest.
When he’s alone, Poe curls up as much as he can manage; curling his arms around his knees and sobs. Between the dreams and Master’s gift for the next six months it’s all too much. How far has he fallen from who he was that this is what it takes to break him? Just a small bit of kindness and he’s reduced to a sobbing mess.
Perhaps if he’s good enough with the children Master will allow him to be involved in their lives from now on. The oldest would be two, her sister a little over a year and now they’re newborn brother; three children that Poe has born to the monster who is his Master and Poe knows nothing about them or what they are like.
As much as he hates his situation, they’re his children to and he wants to be involved in their lives, to help raise them and ensure that they grow up well.
He wonders what his father would feel if he were ever to find out that he’s now a grandfather. That thought brings a fresh wave of tears; in all likelihood the Resistance has informed his father that he’s dead. Poe has to believe that, because it’s easier to think that than believe Leia, Finn and Rey would just leave him here.
At least if he’s dead they can remember him fondly.
If only he were a force sensitive or a Jedi so that he could reach out and call to them, tell them where he was and that he needed them.
Poe snorts derisively, if he were a Jedi he’s probably be dead already, Ben Oragana-Solo would have seen to that.
Feeling exhausted, Poe uncurls and lies back against the pillows, and letting himself fall into asleep again. Maybe these dreams will remain peaceful allowing him a few hours of reprieve from the hell that is his life.
He can only hope.
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I have no idea what to do with the next chapter yet. Maybe we'll see Poe's kids have some semi-fluff and lots of internal angst. Who knows who know (not me so far lol)
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(Anonymous) 2016-06-07 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)Even if there are more flashback of him with his Master (that lead to his 1st and 2nd children), that's ok with me too :D
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They’re beautiful. Poe thinks as he looks down at the two girls curled up together on a blanket in the middle nursery. They’re sleeping now, but Poe can see familiar dark curls on both girls, dark like his own. The older daughter has the same orange skin as Master but the younger’s skin seems to be closer to Poe’s own tanned skin.
“What are their names?” Poe asks not daring to turn away from the sight of his children lest it be the only time he ever sees them.
Master has pressed himself close to Poe, looming over him. “My oldest daughter is Na’van and my youngest El’ada. I have decided to name my son Tre’av.” He places emphasis on who it is the children belong to. Poe may have born them but Master wants him to know that they aren’t Poe’s because Poe is just a slave, a means to make more of these beautiful children.
Poe licks his lips nervously and nods. “What am I to tell them if they ask who I am?”
“Na’van will be the only one to ask, her speech is coming along quite well. El’ada will follow her sisters lead, her walking is improving.” Poe wonders if Master is saying these things to let Poe know how much he’s missed, what Master has never allowed him to see. “You will tell them you are a second nanny one whose primary care is for their new brother. And this will be your primary task, I want my son to grow strong and the doctors believe the best way to do that is for him to have contact with you.”
“I will do my best Master.”
Poe’s head is jerked up to face his Master when the man grabs his chin with one large orange hand. “Make no mistake about this Pet; this is both a reward and a test. If you fail you will never see my children again, depending how badly you fail you will never see the light of day again. I only need to keep your body healthy to breed you; I do not need your spirit or your mind. Am I clear?”
With fear flooding through him, Poe nods quickly. “Yes Master.” It doesn’t escape Poe’s notice that Master did not elaborate on what the test was or how Poe may fail it. It would not surprise Poe that the man is hoping Poe will fail this test and if that’s true… is there any hope for Poe to pass it?
“You have a bed in one of the rooms attached to the nursery. You will be permitted to go nowhere other than these rooms.” Master releases Poe’s face to grab his wrist and the bracelet that has place on it earlier in the day. It had hurt due to the needle that had entered Poe’s skin when it was locked into place. “This has a tracking beacon on it, if you try to remove it the needle inside it will pump toxin into your body. The dose will not be lethal enough to kill you in the first few minutes, only because I am prepared to forgive an accident. If you do not get a cure within the first hour your heart will explode in your body.”
Master purrs as he strokes the bracelet. “I’ve seen it happen before Pet, it is not a pleasant death. My last toy found out the hard way just how painful a death it is. Perhaps I will show you the video of her death to press upon you the consequences of even an attempted escape.”
Swallowing back his fear, Poe tilts his head down submissively. “I am yours to do with as you please Master.”
“Yes, you are.” Master’s hand trails up Poe’s arm up to his throat where he pulls hard enough on the gold collar around Poe’s to make him choke. “This marks you as mine. You should be honoured, gold only goes to my favourites and you are the first to wear it.”
What is he supposed to say to that? Poe’s mind screams, he doesn’t feel grateful by Master’s preference for him, he hates it, hates all of this! Despite his inner conflict Poe keeps his face calm and turns his head just so in order to appear more submissive. “I am unworthy of such attention Master, but I will endeavour to live up to it.”
Master laughs and pulls Poe in for a brutal kiss. “You hate this Pet and you hate me, I can see it all in your eyes.” Poe can feel his eyes widening in fear at having been discovered. “Do not fear, so long as you obey without fuss you may keep your hatred. While I do not need your spirit to be whole for you to serve your purpose I much prefer it.”
Poe says nothing and eventually Master scoffs and releases him. “Come let us meet your charges. My son is asleep but when he wakes he will require feeding. It’s a pity we could not alter your body so that it creates milk for the children.”
The door opens when Master keys in the code, his body hiding the numbers from Poe’s sight. “Na’van, El’ada it is time to wake. Where is Nanny Yva?” Master asks as he steps into the room after Poe, practically pushing Poe inside.
The two girls stir into wakefulness and look up at the men who have entered the room. Na’van brightens at the sight of Master and runs over to him. “Papa! Nanny ith wif our brover!” She’s holding up her hands to be picked up and Master obliges her with a laugh. “Who dis?”
Her dark eyes turn to Poe and he’s struck by how much she looks like the pictures that he’s seen of his mother when she was younger, of himself even. The only difference is the orange skin and the slightly pointed ears that seem to be a character of his Master’s species. The fact that she’s speaking full sentences with little difficulty at her age is astonishing.
“This is Nanny Poe; he will be taking over the care of your brother.” Master answers, looking fondly down at Na’van. “This way Nanny Yva has more time for you and your sister.”
Na’van seems to consider this with great seriousness. “Will he play wif uth to?”
“When he is not tending to your brother he will do anything you ask of him.” The words are kind but Poe can read the threat underneath; he is there’s to serve with the exception of requests that go against Master’s orders.
That seems to satisfy Na’van who nods and holds her hand out to Poe. “Hello Nanny Poe.”
It takes a moment for Poe to gather up the courage to raise his hand to shake her small one. “H-hello Na’van.”
“My thister ith thy,” She says, not at all bothered by his hesitation, Poe can’t help but find her little lisp endearing “So I need to introduth you to her.” Still holding Poe’s hand she squirms out of Master’s arms and down to the ground, forcing Poe to bend over to accommodate her small height. She leads Poe to where little El’ada is still sitting, looking at them with uncertainty. “El’a thith ith Nanny Poe! He gunna help wif Tre’av!”
Little El’ada pulls the blanket that she hid herself under when they entered to look shyly up at Poe. He notices that her eyes are pink and her face rounder than Na’van’s, looking at her makes Poe think of his father.
“Hi.” She says quickly before hiding under the blanket again.
Poe doesn’t realize that Master has followed behind them until he speaks up. “El’ada come now there is no need to hide. Come here to Papa.”
Still clutching her blanket, El’ada crawls toward Master, who lifts her up and pulls her into a hug before pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. His actions are so tender that it’s hard to compare him to the Master who treats Poe as though he’s nothing but property. Poe doesn’t know where this softness is coming from.
“Poe!” Na’van is pulling on his hand anxious to get his attention.
Turning to her, Poe sinks down to his knees next to her. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?” He isn’t sure if he should call her by her name or add some honourific to it, he supposes he’ll learn when he meets the other nanny or when Master tells him.
“Play wif me!” She sits down in front of him and pulls over some plush toys shaped like star fighters. She hands one to Poe that’s shaped like a TIE fighter and keeps an X-Wing for herself. “Imma be the good guy.” She tells him sternly before making flying noises and cute ‘pew pew pews’ as she shoots at him.
Seeing no alternative, and not wanting to be taken away from this moment, Poe makes his own sounds, trying to mimic the sounds the TIE’s make as realistic as possible. This is alright he thinks, I can do this.
“Thome day imam fly a weal one!” Na’van says proudly after she ‘destroys’ Poe’s TIE fighter plushie. “M’gunna be a X-wing piwot!”
Master laughs joyfully and reaches down to ruffle her hair affectionately. “You will be whatever you wish my dear one.
The room is suddenly too small and Poe wants nothing more than to run away, no care about the poison that will course through him and kill him. He sees too much of himself in Na’van, in his daughter. He can remember a similar exchange between himself and his mother when he was young and it’s just too much.
Before Poe can get his feet under him there’s a piercing cry from one of the bedrooms attached to the playroom and an orange skinned Twi’lek woman comes out carrying a crying baby. She’s an older woman, perhaps General Organa’s age (don’t think about her, that’s your old life, Poe reminds himself harshly.) The baby in her arms is bundled up in a green blanket and seems to be in no hurry to calm down despite being rocked by Nanny Yva, that is who Poe assumes this is.
“He will not calm Master, and I have tried everything.” Poe can hear the fear in her voice and it makes him think of Master’s earlier threat. He doesn’t say anything as she moves past him to stand, head bowed, before Master. “I fear he may have taken ill.”
Master does not seem pleased by this but he refrains from taking the baby, turning instead to Poe. “Yva this is my Poe, he will be taking over my son’s care, this will be his first test.” Under Master’s gaze Poe tries not to shudder. “Take my son.”
Patting Na’van’s hair in a comforting motion as he stands, Poe reaches out and takes his son into his arms for the first time. “Hush now.” Uncaring of what Master may think of it, he walks over to the lone couch in the room and sits down so that he can hold Tre’av more comfortably.
Unbidden he recalls a melody his mother used to hum to him to calm him down as a child. Slowly he begins to hum softly, the song coming easily to him. Slowly the baby calms and settles into sleep. Poe feels as though his heart will burst as Na’van and El’ada crawl up on to the couch to snuggle each one again his side and Poe is lost.
Poe knows that there is no choice for him now, he will stay alive and do everything he can to remain in the lives of his children. Maybe if he is good enough Master will allow him contact with them beyond the next six months. If Poe were to look up he would see the knowing look on his Master’s face. He doesn’t though; his attention is focus wholly and the children curled up to him as and promising to himself that his life will exist only for them.
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(Anonymous) 2016-06-14 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)Poor Poe..
That is one of Master's strategy, right? To make Poe feels so attached to the kids only to make it as a threat to revoke the privilage later if Poe doesn't follow his every whim..
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(Anonymous) 2017-02-24 02:44 pm (UTC)(link)Really want to know what'll happen to our poor Poe. Will he escape? More bonding wih the children? More assaults from Master? Jedistormpilot reunion?
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The nursery is quiet as Poe sits in a chair rocking chair feeding Tre’av. The baby’s eyes are closed as he suckles eagerly at the bottle. He has a constant appetite and is growing at a rapid rate. It still amazes Poe weeks later how big he’s gotten in the three months since he was born. While Poe hasn’t been around a lot of babies but he knows that Tre’av is the size of a nine month old baby at this point, hinting that he will inherit his father’s size. It makes Poe wonder what the females of his master species looks like; both Na’van and El’ada seem to be growing at a normal human right.
When Tre’av has had enough, Poe pulls the bottle away and burps the baby, smiling at the content noises he makes between little exhales of gas. After he checks his diaper, and then settles back in the chair with the baby in his arms to rock him to sleep.
In some ways the actions are automatic now; lather, rinse, repeat in a sense. If Poe makes it pattern then perhaps it will keep him from getting too attached to the son he had born.
He knows he’s fooling himself; he’s already too attached to his son and to his daughters who are currently sleeping on a couch in the main area of the nursery. He had checked on them both before in to coming to see to his sons need.
As though sensing his mother’s sombre mood, Tre’av lower lip begins to tremble and big tears begin to slide down his chubby cheeks as he begins to sob loudly.
“Oh darling, shhhh it’s alright.” Poe rocks Tre’av, trying to shush him before he wakes his sisters up. “Tre’av my darling, it’s alright. I’m sorry. M-Mommy’s sorry for upsetting you.” That just seems to make him cry harder as Poe gets up to begin to pace, rocking him and murmuring comforting words.
“You are my sunshine
My only sunshine.
You make me happy
When skies are grey.
You'll never know, dear,
How much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away.
The signing begins to calm Tre’av down, it seems to be the only thing that really does, and Poe can’t deny that the singing helps him calm down as well. Singings used to help Rey and Finn sleep after they’d woken up screaming from nightmares. Sometimes he would sing to them just because they seemed to enjoy the sound of his voice.
”Sing another one Poe, something about travelling, flying.” Bouncing on the bed, Rey grins at him eagerly. “I love those the best.”
Finn shakes his head at her. “That’s because you’re a traveller and pilot at heart. Sing us a love song Poe.” Somehow Finn had turned into an utter romantic, not that either Poe or Rey had any complaints.
“How about I sing something that has a bit of both?” Poe suggests, digging out his guitar and beginning to strum a song about leaving on an x-wing; Rey and Finn cuddle together on the bed to listen.
The pain of being separated from them causes Poe’s heart to clench tightly in pain and Tre’av to another round of shrieking. “I know, I’m sorry darling.”
The lyrics of the song don’t help to soothe the pain, but Poe continues singing, using the music to allow himself to grieve.
“The other night, dear,
As I lay sleeping
I dreamed I held you in my arms.
When I awoke, dear,
I was mistaken
And I hung my head and cried.
Finn, Rey. As much as Poe wanted to push them from his mind he could, his heart keeps crying for them. They’re the other halves of his soul, how could he not miss them?
He wonders if they would accept the Na’van, El’ada and Tre’av as their own, and then dismisses the thought right away, of course they would. Poe has never seen anyone who had as much capacity to for love as Finn and Rey.
As he continues to sing he can easily imagine Rey teaching the girls how to do their hair, of Finn helping Tre’av take his first steps.
Together Poe and Rey would teach Na’van to fly, perhaps even in the same A-wing that Poe had learned in. El’ada seemed to prefer to work with her hands, and Poe pictured Finn teaching her how to carve when she was old enough to hold a knife.
Tre’av is still too young for Poe to picture what his future is, but he knows that no matter what potential future the boy had, Poe, Finn and Rey would be there to support him.
The children would be so loved and would grow up away from the war and the horror that was this planet. They would want for nothing.
It was a nice dream, but a dream only; Poe is never going to see either Finn or Rey again and he isn’t going to be allowed to raise his children.
“You are my sunshine,
My only sunshine.
You make me happy
When skies are grey.
You'll never know, dear,
How much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away.”
Poe presses a kiss to Tre’av’s forehead as he sings the last lines of the song. The baby hiccups a few more little cries but seem to finally be settling down and falling asleep. Smiling sadly Poe walks over to the crib and sets him gently down in it. “Don’t worry darling, Mommy won’t let anything happen to you or your sisters.”
“Mommy?” The tiny voice that suddenly breaks the silence of the room has Poe turning to where Na’van is standing in the doorway of Tre’av’s room with El’ada clinging to her side. “You ith are mommy??”
Poe wants to deny it, knows that he should but he can’t, instead he walks over to them and crouches down in front of them. “I am darlings, I carried you within me for months and then I gave birth to you.”
El’ada’s bottom lip is quivering and Poe pulls her into his arms, rubbing her back in a comforting motion as she begins to cry, whispering the ‘mommy’ over and over. Na’van hangs back uncertain.
“Why ith it you wathn’t here then?” She asks after several heartbeats, looking at him with her own tear filled eyes.
He could tell them the truth; they were taken and kept from him, break their faith in their father. But that would just hurt them more and Poe doesn’t want to ever cause them any pain. “I haven’t been able to until now darling, I’ve been sick and healing, and then I was pregnant again. This is the first time I’ve been well enough to be with you both and your new brother.”
Poe holds out a trembling hand to her and Na’van grabs it tightly allowing Poe to pull her close to his chest along with her sister. “It’s alright now; I promise I won’t ever leave you willingly.”
Poe doesn’t know how long they remain like that, not long enough, unfortunately their moment is interrupted by Yva who comes into the room looking for the girls.
“Na’van, El’ada, you know that you are not supposed to be in your brothers room bothering Nanny Poe.” She doesn’t remark on the embrace, instead reaches for El’ada, only for the young girl to pull away from her reach and hide behind Poe. “What is going on with you?”
“No go.” El’ada tells the nanny, the normally quiet girl standing her ground. “Mommy.”
Yva’s eyes go wide and they flick to Poe, who realizes that at some point Master has told her all about who Poe really is. The woman says nothing further, turning on her heal and walking out of the room. Poe tries not to flinch at the sound of the door to the nursery closing.
El’ada tugs at the sleeve of Poe’s shirt, fingers twisting in the fabric of it nervously. “Twouble?”
“No darling you aren’t in trouble. Neither of you are.” He adds when Na’van looks up at him fearfully. It’s Poe who is going to be in trouble. “Why don’t we go sit on the bed?” There’s a cot in the corner of the room for Poe to sleep in and it’s here that he leads the girls over to, helping them both up and cuddling them close to his side.
If Yva is going to tell Master what has happened then this truly may be the last time he gets to hold or even see his daughters again. He uses the time to tell them how loved they are and about their grandfather who lives on a planet far away, he’s careful not to mention where lest Master find out about it. The girls seem to be delighted, asking all sorts of questions about their grandpa.
When the door to the nursery slams open, Poe wants nothing more than to curl up and hide, instead he pulls the girls closer to his chest as Master storms into the room chest heaving and eyes filled with rage.
It looks like he was going to be keeping his promise; he was going to be pulled away from them and it wasn’t going to be willingly.
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(Anonymous) 2017-03-04 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)Although... I'd also like for Poe escape at some point and fight his way back home, maybe even take all his babies with him. He definitely deserves a happy ending here. :)
Not that I would mind to see him suffer some more before that happens. Not at all.
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“I knew you would be trouble when I found you crashed on this planet. No good comes from getting involved in anyway in either the Resistance or the First Order. Still I allowed myself to be drawn in by your looks; I altered you to be what I needed. I have kept you, fed you, and recently given you access to the children you have bore me. And this is how you repay me!?” Master’s grip on his arm is bruising and Poe has to fight back the urge to cry out as he’s tugged along. It would only serve to make Master angrier.
After Master burst into the room, he had grabbed Poe and pulled him out without any care. The girls had started screaming, but they were paid no mind by Master. Poe had gotten the opportunity to get one last look at them before he was out the door, wanting nothing more than to run to them and hold them in his arms. Now he will never see them again.
“I have been too kind to you,” Master continues, “Shown you too much lenience and care. That stops now. You are nothing more than my breeding bitch.” They stop in front of a green door with a lock that seems to be coded to Master’s hand print. “There’s only one place for you and that’s here.”
Poe is dragged into the room which holds little more than a bench with cuffs built into the top of the bench and another two thicker cuffs laid into the floor. Above the bench hands the end of a long chain welded into the wall, the length of the chain seems to span the room. In one corner there is a round put, the purpose of which is obvious when Poe realizes that there is no refresher attached to the room.
Master throws him to the padded floor and then wrestles him until his hands are trapped in the cuffs, leaving him strapped face down on the bench. “This is where you belong until my seed catches.” He rips off Poe’s clothes, taking no care in sparing them, and throws them to the side. Once Poe is naked Master grabs each of his legs and straps them down over his calf, right below the knee so that Poe is completely immobile. Lastly he attaches the other end of the chain to Poe’s collar.
“I should have done this a long time ago; you look so perfect like this.”
Poe doesn’t bother fighting back against his tears anymore, it doesn’t matter if Master sees them or not. There’s nothing that Master could do to him that’s already worse than what he’s already done. Even the sound of Master unfastening his trousers to pull his cock out doesn’t matter; Master has done this so many times that Poe feels almost immune to it.
That doesn’t stop the grunt of pain that escapes him when Master pushes in all too quickly and suddenly. It hurts, likely because his body hasn’t yet healed completely from Tre’av’s birth, perhaps he never fully will.
It doesn’t slow Master who holds Poe’s hips up and fucks into him without reservation, calling him names and reminding Poe who he belongs to. “You’re so much better like this Pet, quiet other than the sounds I pull from you. Perhaps I should have your tongue cut out so you can’t speak and corrupt my children. Not that you’ll ever see any of them ever again.”
That hurts more than the physical pain he is experiencing; to never see Na’van, El’Ada, and Tre’av again. Or any of the future children that Master may impregnate him with. His beautiful children, who don’t deserve this monster as a father. It makes him want to fight back but he’s trapped, unable to do little more than move his head and hands.
Even more than fighting it makes him want to survive.
Master grunts as he comes, finishing off inside of Poe. The feeling of his spend burns, and Poe whines at the sensation of it filling his implanted uterus.
It takes several moments before pulling out. When Master does pull out Poe can sense him getting to his feet and moving away, even though he can’t see what he’s doing. There’s a kiss of something opening and then Master is returning and shoving a thick plug into Poe. “This plug will remain in you always and can only be removed by me. Every day I am going to pull this out and fuck you, filling you with my seed until you are with child again. Then you’re going to spend much of your time chained to a bed and fed enough nutrients for the child to survive.”
Standing once again, Master moves away from him and Poe can hear the door as it opens. “I would kill you if you weren't so good at taking my seed and giving me children. Instead you’re going to stay here until you die,” is the last thing Master says to him before leaving the room. It’s only once he’s gone that the cuffs come undone and Poe is allowed to sink to the ground, curling in on himself with a scream.
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Master keeps his promise; every day for three months he comes into the room and fucks Poe, coming in him and then leaving. Poe is left on his own otherwise, hours and hours spent with nothing to do but stare at the door waiting on either Master or the lot that opens so that his protein drink can be delivers. The drink is the only thing he’s allowed to ingest; it gives him all the nutrients he needs without any flavour, and without filling him up. He’s left with constant hunger pains, but he uses them to keep himself grounded in reality.
He has no intention of losing himself, he may die in here, but he’s going to do it as himself. He also still holds out hope that maybe one day he will be able to see his children again.
Poe doesn’t even flinch as the door to the room opens and Master enters, a droid following behind him. Every month Master brings the droid in to test to see if Poe’s pregnant. Today when the test is concluded instead of the usual red light, a green light flashes. Poe is pregnant.
Master seems elated, but Poe himself isn’t sure how to feel. Yes it means that he will finally be allowed to live this room, but only for another prison. Even worse is the prospect of another painful labour in his future and another child being torn away from him.
“Don’t cry Pet, you’re doing what I remade you for. Now at least you’ll be allowed some more comfort to ensure that nothing happens to my child.” Master says, kneeling before Poe to wipe up the tears Poe hadn’t realized he was shedding. “Now let’s get you to your new home.” Standing once again, Master snaps his finger and two of his guards come into grab Poe. “Take him to his new room, be gentle, I will not have my child hurt in anyway or it will be your heads.”
As he’s unclipped from the chain and carried out of the room Poe offer no resistance, now is not the time to try and fight. He’s too weak to even be able to pull out of their hold on him. No, he needs time to regain his strength and to plan properly. Hopefully his new room will be able to offer him that.
The new room is plain but has both a proper bed and a refresher to the side but little else. Still it is an improvement over where he was before and hopefully it will mean better rest and better food. Poe knows that he is going to need his strength.
Poe is indeed chained to the bed, but the chain reaches far enough for him to use the fresher which is a relief. It doesn’t go anywhere near the door and the end of the chain is set too high in the wall for him to be able to do anything about it.
More than once Poe considers using the long chain to choke Master when he comes in with Poe’s evening meal, but he doesn’t think he’ll be strong enough to take him on and win. At least he’s being given solid food once again, although it is still for the most part little more than bland protein mush.
A month passes, then two, and then three and Poe begins to show more and more. The baby is growing at a steady rate and is healthy according to the doctor in charge of his care. He tells Master that Poe is about eleven weeks pregnant, and prescribes an increased amount of vitamins for Poe to take to ensure that the baby continues to grow.
It’s not until sixteen weeks that Poe begins to feel the baby move, to keep himself grounded he begins to talk to it, telling the baby all about Na’van, El’Ada, and Tre’av. He even tells them about Finn and Rey, something he never did with any of his other pregnancies. Somehow Poe feels closer to this baby than he has any of the others, not to say he doesn’t love Na’van, El’Ada, and Tre’av, but this is different.
Maybe it’s because Poe somehow has a feeling that this will be the last child his carries for Master. He has such a sense of certainty about this. He doesn’t want to die, which he assumes will be his only means of escaping Master, but he’s also at peace with the thought of death he always has been.
Most of his days are spent doing small exercises or sleeping, and when he sleeps, he dreams of what could have been.
“Poe, oh Maker Poe.” Finn is holding him tightly, saying his name over and over. He’s also crying and Poe can’t figure out why. He’s never dreamed of Finn like this, the dreams he has of Finn and Rey are always happy ones.
Rey comes up behind him and hugs him as well. “We didn’t think we would ever see you again, thank the Force.”
Oh, this is a what if type dream, he’s been thinking about escaping Master for so long now he’s dreaming of that. His heart knowing that what he wants most is to be with the ones he loves.
Despite the fact that he knows it won’t ever come to pass, Poe takes comfort in having them here with him now. “I miss you both so much, I wish we could be together.”
“Poe we’re coming for you,” Rey promises and it almost feels real. “Just wait a little longer, please.”
When Poe goes to say something, Finn takes Poe’s face in his hand. “We are coming for you Poe. Don’t give up.” It’s as much an order as a promise, and Poe nods feeling helpless and alone.
When he wakes it’s to tears on his cheeks and the feeling of the little one fluttering within him. He can’t help but feel truly hopefully for the first time in years.
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