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Ximera sat in the saddle of her wyvern mount taking a short break from her objective and admired the view. Beneath her the sprawling hills and fields stretched in all directions. All that her eyes could see belonged to her - from the swampy lowlands in the south to the windswept fjords in the north, including the plethora of flora and fauna that roamed her continent. The wild beasts that were yet not tamed would resist or flee, but all would eventually be collared or executed by her hands. She ruled these lands with an iron fist and wouldn’t stand for disruption of her dominion. Her enormous base and dozens of loyal servants awaited her return from the current errand.
Today her winged scouts brought news of a new survivor spotted on the eastern beach. Armed and escorted by a handful of obedient servants she rode out to capture the unlucky survivor who wandered into her domain.
Her experiments hit a dead end and a new specimen was acutely needed.
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She spotted him from afar and swooped down to intercept the stranger.
The survivor held a stone axe crudely assembled from a piece of sharp rock and a piece of driftwood. He raised his weapon in a desperate attempt at intimidation and Ximera levelled her gun in turn. With a crack of shot the crude axe flew out of man's hand in a burst of splinters. The rider discharged the gun and stowed it into the saddle. Two men left her side in unison and surrounded the disarmed survivor. His growls and alarmed swings at them did nothing to slow them down and they quickly overpowered their prey despite his attempts to resist. They held the man down and Ximera swooped her powerful legs over the saddle and dropped to the ground with a resounding thud of her heavy boots. She examined her trophy with a level and judging look.
The survivor was a young male, under 30, handsome face with a short beard, and of average build. And, as his loose loincloth revealed, quite well endowed. His grey eyes twinkled from behind a cascade of long brown hair and pierced his attackers with a panicky stare. He tried to wriggle free but strong hands held him firm.
Ximera knelt down to face her new prize. He was quite handsome and under different circumstances would make a fine addition to her harem, but now she needed him for another purpose. Rather, she hoped he would finally be the one. She’s looked for so long…
The man sensed a lull in violence and seized the moment to parley. He stammered and blurted out words of pleading and placation, desperate to resolve the situation peacefully. His blabbering was cut short as Ximera backhanded him hard across the face. His head jerked sideways and he was quiet, bottom lip now broken and bleeding. Ximera reached for a small device in her bag and scooped up the droplet of blood. She smeared it across the device’s screen surface and frowned after the gizmo scanned the surface and gave indefinite results with a message: insufficient_sample_size .
She turned back to the man who was watching her with fear and confusion and took out her knife and brought it to his chest. Bright sunlight flashed along the broad curved blade of the large hunting knife and the man let out a terrified sound. He began pleading for reason once more, but Ximera kicked him in the stomach with a heavy boot and he slouched breathlessly. Her blade made a cut across his chest. With one practised and swoop motion she drew blood from straight and angled downwards scar. The man yelped in pain and thrashed, but was held firmly. Ximera watched the cut bleed and put the scanner beneath the cut to catch the oozing blood. A rivulet of red flooded the display and the scanner got to work.
She watched expectantly as the scanner analysed the sample and relayed back a datastream of complex information. Finally, it beeped triumphantly, and Ximera smiled at the readings: genetic_match::97%
She looked down at her captive with a spark in her eyes.
“He’s the one. Bring him to the base.”
She licked the blood from the blade.
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They brought him to the base worse for wear but alive. A pair of pteranodon claws airlifted him from the spot of capture like a carrion kill and unceremoniously carried home after the mistress. Bruised and bleeding, the man fell to the ground, surrounded by new sights.
A vast complex of concrete, steel, and glass, carved from the nearby mountain and sprawling in all directions marked this territory as headquarters of some formidable power. A myriad of alien plants vined and twisted through the compound, pulsing with magnificent lights and glowing faintly in the shadows. Dinosaurs and mythical creatures of all sizes and forms stood obediently at their posts or were engaged in dutiful drudgery. A handful of armed people in uniforms patrolled the perimeter while others, in chains and collars, toiled at the field or stables.
This was a system operating with clockwork precision and with absolute devotion to the cause. A colony serving its tyrant queen. And the matriarch dropped down from the wyvern’s saddle next to the man just as he was getting up. She kicked him again, sending him flying with a cracked rib and a yelp.
Servants rushed towards the matriarch to help her undress from the journey and take away her armour and weapons, others took care of the mounts. Ximera pointed towards her prey and a thick metal collar clicked shut around the captive’s neck.
“Keep him in the stables. I’ll take him over later.” Ximera walked into the base with confidence and purpose, swaying her alluring ass in skintight under-leggings of her Tek armour.
In the next moment a chain yanked him to his feet and he stumbled, but involuntarily followed after his captors. He was ushered into a sturdy and spartan structure with pens lining the walls. Half-occupied, various creatures idled in the pens, and the smell of manure was strong in the air. Servants opened one of the pens and shoved the captive inside, securing his chain to the mechanism in the wall and locked the gate on their way out.
Exhausted and bedraggled, the man slumped to the straw floor and laid down in the dirt. Neither Ximera nor anyone else has returned for him that day and after multiple vain attempts at breaking the locks, he eventually drifted into worried slumber. He fell asleep in the dirt among the bridled animals like their equal.
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He was awakened by a bucketful of cold water splashing over him. He shuddered and saw Ximera, in her casual yet militant attire, framed by two of her servants. One put away the bucket and stood clear, the other undid the locks and handed the chain over to their master.
“Good morning,” she smirked and yanked the chain and pulled the captive to his unsure legs. “We have a big day ahead, so let’s get to it. A quick tour, then to work. Try to keep up.”
Outside they walked through the compound and the captive had a chance to look around, taking in the various normalities of daily life in this massive complex. Again, armed guards patrolled the area while docile dinosaurs and collared slaves toiled at plenitudes of tasks. Eventually they stopped on a wide balcony overhanging several enclosures and plots of fenced off land. Ximera kicked the man to his knees and yanked his head by the hair to make him look over the compound.
“I’ve built this dominion with my own hands. I’ve marred my hands to build a monument. I’ve washed them in the blood of those who stood in my way and ground their bones into the mortar of foundations. Figuratively speaking, of course, but still, countless men and beasts had to die to make way for me. But I didn’t subjugate these lands by sheer power and audacity alone. These traits surely help, but there is a limit to how far strength and violence will get you.” Ximera let go of his hair and ponderously looked out over the landscape.
“Those are savage and primordial lands, like our old Earth aeons ago, rife with raw life and unbridled potential. A petri dish of remarkable genetic diversity and adaptation. Survival of the fittest is the universal dogma, but even evolution itself needs a push in the right direction now and then. How fortunate it is then, that I am here to help it edge towards genetic perfection.”
She yanked at the chain again and dragged the man after her to another vantage point. Again he was kicked down, this time to see an enclosure housing several medium sized raptors. The beasts stopped to look up at their master and their focused eyes seemed to convey devotion.
“These are superioraptors. Working title, full classification pending. I am in the process of breeding these creatures. Beautiful, aren’t they?”
They were, he had to admit. The beasts were unlike anything the man has seen during his short but eventful tenure on this world. They were imposing and graceful, as if sculpted and chiselled from a design of elegant lines and fluent forms, with terrifyingly robust musculature twisting beneath beautifully varying iridescent scales.
“These younglings barely resemble their ancestors from many generations ago. It’s a typical approach of eugenics and selective breeding - take the best traits from each generation and pass them on to the next. The goal is to breed a perfect mixture of genetic traits and qualities while eliminating the undesired ones. I’ve taken DNA samples from a wide variety of dinosaurs, and even plants and fungi. Applied some traits, spliced some sequences, killed off many more.
Strong, smart, agile, resistant to whatever maladies the world could hurl at them. If released into the wild, they’d decimate the ecosystem and everything in it within just several generations. Luckily, they know their place and are obedient. To me, that is.”
The raptors watched their matriarch with undivided attention until she waved her hand dismissively, and they dispersed to be occupied with whatever business raptors attend to. Ximera pulled at the leash and pulled the captive towards the back of the compound. He walked and stumbled after her, barefooted and battered. However anxious by the situation and the tour he was, his eyes would gravitate towards his captor’s ass and thighs, or her firm breasts barely covered by an airy shirt. His unwilling appreciation of the matriarch’s physique was betrayed by his own, and he tried to hide his erection as best as he could. Whether Ximera noticed his excitement or not she didn’t show and continued her speech as she led him into a metal hallway.
“I know I play god. But I won’t stop here, because I can, and because I’ve come so far already. My superioraptors are an affront to natural order, a living weapon against nature itself, but are also my greatest achievement so far. And they’ll become even better and you’ll play a key role in that.”
They emerged in a dimly lit room where several servants took the chain and forcefully pushed the man to the centre. A tilted but very much vertical slab of metal stood there waiting. Mechanical arms, wires, and pistons coming out and into it suggested it to be a positionable medical bed. Sturdy looking cuffs at head, wrists, and ankles levels also suggested it wasn’t meant for willing patients. The man immediately decided he wasn’t having any of it and turned back around with intents of desperate escape. Ximera already stood behind him with a loaded rifle levelled at his chest.
“I’ve done this before many times, so let’s skip the part where you try to escape, scream for help, bargain, or whatever you’d like to do now. Don’t stress yourself.” She pulled the trigger and the rifle went off with a fwoop sound. The man looked down at his chest where a red-tailed dart sunk into his body. Warm and numbing effect of tranquillisers already radiated from his chest. Servants caught him and pushed towards the bed just as his legs were giving out. He was slammed onto the metal slab and cuffs fastened around his body, the bed tilted lower and he was left fixed, suspended, and paralysed. Servants left and the matriarch walked up to him.
“That’s better. Let’s not waste any more time and get to the procedure.” The man watched with heavy eyes as she proceeded to turn on various machines and boot up systems.
“As you’ve surely deduced by now, I’m going to do surgery on you.
You see, It’s all because of my dinos. Omitting the technical details you won’t comprehend, there's a glitch involving irregular protein folding and disrupted regulatory gene signalling pathways, that leads to a divergence in phenotypic trait expression attributed to a rare confluence of nucleotide mispairing and unanticipated exon splicing variations, due to an aberrant synthesis of critical enzymes responsible for trait expression.
Meaning, they are incapable of full and correct epigenesis due to missing certain traits necessary for a lossless gene transference between a parent and an offspring.
In even simpler terms, I’ll turn you into an incubator for the superioraptor eggs so that the next batch of hatchlings could interbreed without a human intermediary.”
If it weren’t for the paralysed larynx and mandibles, the man would scream, and beg, and bargain, just as Ximera predicted. But he couldn’t and just numbly watched and listened, with mounting fear and horror.
“For the purposes of egg fertilisation a female is necessary, but in this case that’s not an issue. You might not be a biological female, but thankfully, your anatomy is in my good hands.” Ximera brought up a holographic display showing an analytical x-ray overview of the man’s body and vitals. She highlighted several parts of his anatomy in different colours and new data flooded the area - graphs, charts, scrolling lines of data, all meaning nothing to the man. As if sensing his confusion and fear, Ximera pointed towards some of the highlights.
“Your specific genetic mix makes you an almost perfect solution for my breeding problem. I just have to remake your body to better suit my needs. In broad terms, I will cut you up and reassemble to accommodate the necessary setup. Some of your organs will have to go and be replaced with better prosthetic equivalents. And some surgical and psychosomatic changes to your bodily functions will be made.”
A metal arm extended from somewhere behind and on its tip a drill surrounded by nimble pincers twitched and whirred. The man couldn’t see it or feel it much, but imagined with clear precision how they cut and stabbed into the nape of his skull. Within seconds, they retracted to let another arm extend a cable and lodged it into his brain. It attached to his brain tissue and spinal cord and the neural interface of his implant glitched out and fuzzed.
“We’ll begin with the implant.”
The man glanced inwardly at the neural imagery in his mind’s eye, taking in the virtual interface overlaid over his real eyes as his second nature. The readings of his vital functions and various personal information was there as always, since he awoke in this strange new world. But now they were glitching out and giving fragmented readings as the data cable transmitted hostile code directly to and out of his brain.
“You won’t need it anymore, but I can't be arsed with extraction, so…” Ximera quickly typed commands into her interface and the implant on man’s arm faintly buzzed and warmed up. The man noticed with mounting worry as his personal interface setup began to reformat and glitch out. Tabs and interactive elements disappeared as information began to erase itself. One after another, the neural functions of the implant began to fade and disconnect. He tried frantically to interact with the computer, but his mental commands were met with nothing but a lifeless husk of metal in his arm. The light on it died out. In his mental interface, only the barebone foundation remained - basic vitals, time of day, but his name was gone.
“Okay, your implant and its functions are bound to my control. Or what remains of them. Look, it’s simple, I just press a button, and…” She tapped a button and the man’s fear and anxiety were gone. An absolute calm enveloped his senses. “You’re chill. Fear is gone, right? Or this, check this out.”
The moment of absolute peace was gone and the previous terror returned with renewed force. Now, his stomach suddenly seized in dull ache and an overwhelming feeling of hunger overtook his focus. Another press of a button and the hunger dissipated, in its place elation and joy arose, delightful glee bordering on hysteria. More presses: numbing cold, blindness, paranoia, fever, ennui. Ximera cycled through options and the man involuntarily experienced a wide spectrum of physical and emotional states and sensations. All without his willing input or consent, all ordered and executed by his captor through her own neural link.
“I think you get the idea. Your body and mind are mine to control and play with. But just in case, you still have second thoughts, this is what happens if you disobey.” She flipped a mental switch and molten lead filled his veins, scorching heat of agony cut into every nerve cell of his body, the mind reeled from unbearable pain. Despite paralysis his body arched and muscles spasmed. For several seconds infernal torment wrought out his very soul. Eventually she let him fall back into his initial state and he was eternally glad for the old fear and horror.
”The tranquiliser already wore off, by the way. It’s me keeping you numb. Now, for the superioraptor eggs, I will replace most of your digestive tract with an artificial womb. So neither the eggs nor the raptors will know any difference. This will take a while so relax.”
Several mechanical arms outstretched to all sides. On their ends a selection of razor sharp scalpels, blades, saws, and nasty looking tools. They converged around him like a spider closing its legs around its prey. Multiple blades cut into his skin in multiple places and incised with absolute precision. He could feel a dull pain and a pull on his internals as scalpels dissected his flesh. Circular saws bit into his ribs with a sickening squeal and reverberated through his skeleton. Pincers and claws pulled apart the skin to reveal the deep red and wet insides of his own self. Suction nozzles kept blood from flowing free and not a single drop marred the operating table. Revulsion and terror shock screamed at his brain to shut off, but his captor’s hostile takeover kept him awake and focused on the procedure.
Robotic arms reached inside his body and pulled out his internal organs, glistening wet and pulsing with life. With a few swift cuts they were severed and disconnected, then discarded out of view. Several husks of synthetic plastic and bundles of wires were brought in their place and mechanical fingers got to stitching the artificial organs to his organic remains.
His temple, desecrated.
This took several long unbearable minutes that felt like a lifetime. The arms reattached his pruned ribs and fused them back together, stretched the veins and skin back across them and applied some ointments that mended the scars. The arms retracted and Ximera stepped closer to briefly check the body. Only faint scars showed any sign of anything being changed.
“Looking good. The readings show everything working as it should.” Ximera released her neural hold on his body and he felt himself again. She ran her hand across the man’s chest and he felt it trace the new scar lines. His insides didn’t feel any different and apart from a faint soreness in muscles he felt physically fit. His frayed mind was another matter, but it wasn’t fully his anymore.
“But one little detail remains. Even though your insides will simulate the ideal incubation environment of a female raptor, there’s a glitch in the male raptors’ visual pattern recognition that I couldn’t eradicate. So far. They see a penis, they see a male. No amount of pheromones or neural hijacking can force them to mate with another male. That little detail alone would usually be enough to eliminate you from the breeding program, but your genetic predispositions make you too good to throw away. So I have to throw away your dick instead.”
She pulled out a large hunting knife.
“I like to do this part myself,” she said and grabbed his limp dick. “Help me out, will you?”
She squeezed his dick, fondled his balls, and he could feel all of it, but scared and shocked, he didn’t feel like getting hard at all.
“What’s the matter, are you not enjoying it?” she purred while looking him in the eyes, clearly enjoying toying with her prey. “Get hard, now.”
Neural overwrite command sparked and his cock got hard almost instantly.
“More,” she commanded and it strained to its limit, veins swelling.
Her hand began stroking his cock and he unwillingly felt pleasure from her touch, despite a painful erection and the knife hovering close by. Her adept fingers were strong and lithe, moving with precise mastery. A desired quality, under different circumstances. But her knife’s edge traced his contours and shaved invisible hairs, too close and sharp for comfort. He couldn’t take his eyes off it.
“And now, the best part…” she held her breath and put the knife to the base of his penis.
The knife bit into the flesh. Ximera applied pressure and sliced downwards. Pain pierced his senses and was promptly dulled to a dull ache by the implant. Blood squirted and flowed freely from the cut. Ximera sawed with the knife while holding the hard cock with an iron grip. The knife parted skin and muscle and with each slice of her strong hand the separation grew wider. The man watched her cutting off his manhood with absolute terror and screamed, but his throat made no sound at all.
With a final hack she severed the testicles from his body and watched the blood flow. She stood with his severed still hard cock in one hand bloody knife in another. Her face and clothes were stained red. She knelt down and pressed her tongue to the wound, let the blood trickle into her mouth and swallowed with satisfaction.
She straightened up. Tossed the cock on a tray and laid down her knife with care. Washed her face and hands. Mechanical arms were already at work cauterising and cleaning up the wound. The man slacked with exhaustion and pure horror. When he came to, he looked down between his legs. The space where his penis and testicles should have been was empty and smooth. A synthetic skin was grafted seamlessly onto his groin and only a tiny hole disturbed the patterned texture where his penis was once attached. He felt nothing down there.
“That’s it. The operation was a success. We’re done here.” The cuffs of the table were released. “Get up and follow me, uhh… Shit. Forgot to check your name and wiped it…” She frowned and scanned her screen: [ Organic_Drone_:_Research_Agent_#0013 ]
“Hmmm… Organic Drone… O.D.R.A…. Odrey,” she muttered to herself and typed into the tablet.
The name in man’s interface glitched to display his new name: Odrey.
Odrey climbed out of the metal bed and stood on uneasy legs. He apprehensively touched his mutilated groin and traced the area with trembling fingers. The sensation of touch was numbed and the cybernetic skin had barely perceptible embossed patterns.
“Odrey, follow!” The matriarch barked out her order and marched out. Subdued and docile, he followed. They walked outside and she led him through the compound towards the areas unfamiliar to him. He tried to speak, but his mouth was still unable to produce sounds. He understood his mistress didn't care for what he had to say and mutely followed. Her ass again drew his attention and despite the situation he was in, it mesmerised him. So firm and round and perfect in the skintight leather. Ah, to touch it, squeeze, caress it, worship those cheeks, to spread them and taste…
“You're aware I can see your arousal levels.” She announced more than asked and stopped to turn to Odrey. “Yeah. And I noticed your boner this morning as you ogled my ass. I’m flattered, but I have a harem - partners of all sexes, shapes, and sizes. You would’ve never been part of that, so nothing’s lost. Apart from your dick. But don’t fret, your dick will find some use as a feed for dinos. And pretty much everyone in this compound wishes to fuck me, so you’re not the only horny loser.”
She looked down at his mutilated body with a gleeful arrogance and spark in her eye.
“Does it feel weird, being turned on but having no way of stimulating yourself or relieving the tension? Is it frustrating?” She watched him awkwardly try and touch himself where he no longer could. She reached for her tablet and opened a control panel. “Hold on, how about now? Is it worse?” She tapped something on her screen and adjusted some sliders. Several values related to sexual arousal increased and Odrey felt his libido sharply rise and a haze of lust clouded his brain. His body was ready to fuck but had no way of relieving or mitigating that need, the signals were hardcoded and had no relevance to the surroundings or his own true mood. He groaned faintly and rubbed his smooth and senseless groin in frustration. Ximera grinned and clearly enjoyed his predicament.
“Good. Perfect. I’ve locked the sliders, so your body will remain in the state of perpetual arousal. Let's see how you'll fare. Oh and there’s a button for orgasm. So be a good boy and I might press it once or twice.”
She turned around and walked on. Soon they reached a squat building with a rectangular enclosure set deep into the ground, like a dry pool. Cage doors of many pens lined the edges and the central area served as common grounds for the superioraptors. They descended underground and Ximera led her slave to one of the open cages. She motioned him inside and he grudgingly obeyed.
The pen was a small containment room with one door opening to the underground complex from where they came and the other opposite opening to the common grounds where several raptors loitered now. Inside was empty save for the straw on the ground and metal rings and fasting in the walls.
“Organic Drone 13. Odrey. Welcome home.” Ximera slammed the outer grate shut. “Today, your body needs to fully adapt to its new functions, but tomorrow your new life begins.”
She left without further words and Odrey managed to sit down on the ground before mistress sent a signal and her newest slave fell into deep sleep.
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He awoke the next day against his will. The signal roused his mind and his eyes opened.
“Get up and join the rest of the herd.” Voice of Ximera resounded in his ears and he briefly entertained an idea of rebellion, but promptly remembered with what ease she could punish and torment him and obediently got up instead. The grate leading to the common area swung open on its own and he walked out. Several superioraptors walked around, some idled, some drank or ate from a trough. Some eyed him and he felt small and threatened trapped in an enclosure with those beasts. Pens just like his were opening and more dinos joined the herd. High above them all, on an edge of the enclosure, Ximera stood leaning on the railing.
“You are one of them now, not a man anymore. Walk on fours, now.“ She commanded from atop. Odrey hesitated, perhaps a bit too long, and a jolt of pain shot through his body and his knees buckled. He fell on all fours and the pain subsided.
“Disobey me once and I'll make sure you suffer.” She said it calmly, but in that serenity was absolute certainty and no room for disagreements. “As I said, you are part of the herd. Remember that. Now join the rest for feeding.”
The dinos were gathered around a wide trough along one wall. Odrey fought his inner conflicts, but ultimately and swiftly obeyed by crawling on fours towards the herd. Approaching raptors was daunting and anxious, but an order was given. Some raptors parted to let him through and he crawled to the trough. The one above held water, the one below contained kibble - a mixture of something of indefinite colour, smell, and texture. Dinos around him contently drank and ate. Odrey's stomach rumbled and he realised he was not just hungry, but ravenous. Unsure of the veracity of his own bodily needs he begrudgingly followed their lead and succumbed. He lowered his head into the trough and took a bite off the mass of kibble. It tasted okay. Ashamed, humiliated, but hungry, he ate beside his fellow animals until his hunger subsided. He drank some water. Eventually the dinos dispersed and he too wandered off.
“You will do this without my orders from now on,” said the mistress as he sat down to lament what he’s become. “Now listen closely, I'll explain your role in life.
Male raptors will breed you like a female until you lay their eggs. Simple as that.
Thanks to the pheromones produced by your new body - and castration - you will attract them as a viable mate. The male raptors will mount you and proceed to mate with you in a very mammalian intercourse fashion. Once they ejaculate, their sperm will fertilise the artificial egg implants and a real healthy egg will begin to form. You will carry it and will lay it when it's formed. The hatchlings from those eggs will carry the necessary genes to bridge the gap between generations and a human incubator won't be necessary anymore. Your job will be done once I get the new breed of raptors. But until you lay me the perfect specimens, you'll be the breeding bitch”
He heard the words, but they seemed unreal. There was no way she was being serious. But she was, and she continued her explanation.
“There are things I've engineered that'll help you. Superioraptor semen will be perceived by your body as a powerful aphrodisiac with addictive properties, so once one of them fucks you, you should become addicted and will seek out more mates yourself. That arousal level tweak I did to you should help, too.
Insemination is easy, but unfortunately, the fertilisation process has quite a low chance of success, so multiple attempts will be necessary. But once it's successful, your body will sense it.
As for the anatomy, your anus is now a kind of cloaca. It connects to the ovary that will serve as a semen container and egg incubation chamber. And your ass is now quite stretchy to accommodate the full girth of a dino cock, with all its barbs, knots, etcetera.
Once inseminated and fertilised, you'll just wait until the eggs fully form and push them out. I'll take them over then.
That’s all. I’ll be monitoring your progress.”
Odrey’s biometrics were peaking off the charts on her displays. He looked up at her with a start and shouted something in desperation. No sound came from his throat as XImera never bothered to turn it back on, and now she ignored him as well.
“Let’s see how you fare. That one looks like he’s ready to fuck.” she nodded towards one of the male raptors and typed something on her computer. The raptor perked up and turned towards Odrey. He panicked and started away from the raptor, scrambling away on all fours.
“Stay still, bitch.” Ximera hissed and sent signals to Odrey’s implant. His body froze mid step and his muscles worked against his will to assume a breeding position. Paralysed on all fours, legs slightly apart, back straight, shoulders firm, looking forward, he awaited in horror as his mating partner got closer. And the raptor hovered above him, his nostrils huffed and snorted around Osprey’s ass, snout nudged him and when no reply came from his paralysed mate, the superioraptor’s powerful arms took hold of Odrey’s shoulders and back.
The raptor pushed and his cock penetrated Odrey’s ass.
Odrey screamed internally and reeled from a new and strange sensation. The dino cock was huge and as it continued pushing in, Odrey felt the scales and barbs and all the irregularities of its surface. They stretched his ass beyond what was normally possible and still the raptor pushed deeper. Until it stopped briefly when his cock became even thicker than before, but kept pushing. Odrey recalled knots on canine penises and suspected the raptor’s cock was shaped somewhat similar. The knot pushed in and the raptor let out a roar, then began thrusting in and out immediately. His movements were pure animalistic mating sequence, no lust nor desire. But Odrey projected them on himself and to him it felt like the dino fucked him hard and mercilessly on purpose. Powerful arms got hold of his shoulders and back, and sharp talons scratched his skin. Odrey, immobilised but feeling everything, endured the mating ritual. Eventually it got easier to handle as his ass stretched and relaxed, but what he hated was the fact there was an element of pleasure. It was wrong on all levels and direction of any moral compass, but he was no longer in control and he was very horny. Against his will and convictions, he began gently moving his hips to match the thrusts. He didn’t notice when exactly did XImera release his body but he now was free to move and he chose to aid the raptor in his own insemination.
The raptor orgasmed. Odrey felt dino’s cock stiffen and pulse, then something hot and in great volume filled him from within. The cock pumped out several loads of cum until it lost its stiffness and the raptor pulled it out. Odrey collapsed, shocked at what just happened and at how much he enjoyed it. His ass was gaping wide and scratches on his back hurt, but a new sensation was spreading from within. He realised the aphrodisiac effect of dino cum was real and was taking effect. He hated succumbing to an intoxicating effect of a foreign substance, but slowly, his perception of his predicament changed from tragic and terrifying to intriguing.
The superioraptor that just bred him walked around and past him and Odrey caught a glance of its softening but still impressive cock. It was massive, barbed and bulbous, sleek with fresh lube. And it looked delicious.
“Great! First contact was a resounding success.” Ximera announced with elation and leaned on the railing. ”And I can tell by the readings and your look that the dino cum is doing its chemical magic. Keep at it. The more they breed you the more chances there are at successful fertilisation. Be a dear and drain their balls every day, hm?”
Odrey hated that her proposal sounded enticing. His loins burned with lust and the emptiness in his ass felt wrong. He picked out another male in the herd and slowly made up his mind. Tears of shame stung in his eyes but still he crawled forward and positioned himself under another raptor. He pushed up his ass and found a soft tip of dino’s flaccid cock. He rubbed his ass against it until, to his disgrace and joy, the cock began stiffening. Soon, it was fully erect and the dino completed his role by mounting Odrey and penetrating him with full force of a virile male. This time Odrey was in full control of his body and moved in rhythm with his mate, ignoring the scratches and cuts on his back, no longer afraid of the roars and growls of the enormous beast. When the dino orgasmed and its delicious cum filled Odrey’s ass, Odrey savoured each pump and clenched his anus to hold the cock inside.
When the dino pulled out and abandoned his mate, Odrey lay and shivered in the afterglow of powerful pleasure. He took his time regaining his senses and crawled to the trough to drink.
That day he seduced and drained two more superioraptors before he was ordered back into his pen. The metal grate shut and he curled up on the straw and packed dirt. Sleep didn’t come right away, and he lay with his thoughts for a while. He felt wronged, violated, abused. Dirty beyond belief. He couldn’t believe what he’s become and what horrendous mistreatment he was put through. His life was over and its stead this was what awaited him from now on, day after day… And he loathed his eventual enjoyment of the whole ordeal. Cum oozed from his filled up innards and he tasted it with a finger. It was delicious. He rubbed his smooth and empty groin and broke down in tears. He fell asleep torn between despair and lust.
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The next day he crawled out of his pen to the feeding trough. Just as naked as the rest of the dinos, wading through mud and pissing in corners with them. A part of the herd. He ate and drank and anticipated what the new day would bring. Mistress XImera didn’t make an appearance, but he caught glances of her outside and was glad he could hide from her prying gaze. He knew she could see everything and more, but at least he didn’t have to endure her presence. He wouldn’t handle the shame.
The day was long and mundane, he mated with a couple of dinos after feeding, then seduced another couple before the day was over. He spent most of his time getting to terms with his new role in life. He still despaired and raged about the violent mutilation of his body and mind, and degrading slavery without any prospects of release. But huge dino cocks pounding his ass and the intoxicating bliss of their cum was a powerful argument in favour of forgetting his prior life.
During the next several days the matriarch would sometimes stop by and enter the enclosure. She would pick a raptor and spend some time talking to it, practising commands, giving it orders and correcting its behaviour. She carried a long coiled whip and would use it on dinos who refused to follow her orders. This woman would walk into an enclosure full of nature's most dangerous killing machines and would whip them like they were harmless puppies. And they knew that she was the alpha, mighty above all and untouchable. Odrey tried to keep clear, but she eventually included him in her training sessions. From simple commands like sit, wait, follow, to more demanding tasks that he would ultimately fail and she would uncoil her whip. The weapon was designed for thick raptor hide, its tail thick and ending in an electric shocker so that every terrifying crack would also shock the victim. Ximera didn't seem to notice or care that Odrey was human and used the same whip on him just like on the rest of the superioraptors. Part of the herd.
A week into his imprisonment he was properly broken in, reduced to an obedient animal living in fear of his master's whip and in love with dino cocks.
He would initiate the mating with fellow males or gladly accept their advances. Not a day would pass without him being bred by the enormous beasts. It was a miracle his body was intact and functional after the bestial intercourses he subjected himself to daily. The artificial organs mistress Ximera installed were working like a charm and he was eternally grateful for it.
Going for a personal record he mated with six superioraptors in a day and by the sundown was exhausted and sore, but giddy with satisfaction and getting used to the feelings of shame and revulsion. He retreated to his cage, but something changed that night.
Odrey lay in his pen as every night, ass sore and his insides sloshing with massive loads of dino cum. But it didn't leak out as much as usual and some instinct was telling him the fertilisation process had begun. He felt violated, even more than before, as animal semen began seeping into his body and joining his womb in creating new life. Not only was his body dissected and reassembled and controlled from outside, now it harbored another life inside. No more than an incubator now. He fell asleep with a profound sense of violation and shame. When he awoke in the morning, his body was sending him clear signals: he carried nascent dino eggs in him.
Revolted, angry, and scared, he crawled out to feed. He felt the usual arousal and scanned the area for a possible mate, but a new instinct was rising up to fight his urges. He had to protect the eggs, keep them safe. His body wanted to breed, but instincts demanded a safe environment. Doubly frustrated he tried to find a compromise.
Madly ashamed of his actions, he crawled to one of the males and under him. His hands quickly found dino's cock and began fondling and massaging it. As it swelled up to full erection he began stroking it and smearing its lube. He took it in his mouth with a groan of pleasure and repulsion. It tasted heavenly and he hungrily sucked it until the raptor grew agitated and orgasmed. Odrey caught the torrent of hot dino cum in his throat and covetously swallowed everything he could.
This seemed to work. The libido was somewhat satisfied and eggs remained undisturbed. His mate walked away and left Odrey sitting in the dirt and a pool of cooling semen.
He crawled to find another mate.
The following several days he spent fending off males’ attempts to mount him and sucking them off instead. He discovered their cum to be sating and nutritiously fulfilling, and he sometimes skipped the feeding sessions.
One morning the cage door remained closed. When he moved to investigate he felt the weight and volume of eggs shift inside him. He sensed them getting bigger over the past few days, and his belly noticeably bulged, but now they felt oppressively huge. He wanted them gone. Only then he noticed an addition to his pen in the form of a soft heated bed. Instructions then appeared on his neural interface but his instincts were telling him the same thing.
He crawled to the bedding and squatted. He focused on the weights inside and strained gently. He felt something big in his body shift and change position, it travelled lower and lodged itself in his cloaca. He knew what to do next and hated it and craved it and he strained. The tip of the egg pushed against his anus and stretched it enough to peek out. The egg was massive and Odrey feared his hole wouldn't handle it, but he had to continue pushing. After several gruelling minutes of pain and pleasure the egg was halfway out and at its widest. With a final strain he forced it out and it fell out onto the soft bed. The elation and lightness was beyond welcome and he let out a loud groan of gratitude.
He laid his first egg. Turning around to study it he felt both terrified and proud. It was huge and its surface was bumpy and wet. It was also his child, albeit conceived via rape and violence.
He turned back and squatted again. There were more eggs to deposit, he felt them all. Over the course of half an hour he suffered and enjoyed the process of laying four more dino eggs. Towards the end he looked up to see Ximera leaning against the wall, watching him intently. Just for how long was she standing there? She witnessed his egg laying and he realised that it wasn't the worst she's seen him doing. Broken and mutilated as he was, humiliation burned hot and bright in his heart. When he was done and exhausted, she picked up the bed and carried the eggs away. He wanted her to say ‘Good job, Odrey. You did great, thank you very much’, but she just left and slammed the cage shut, leaving him alone and empty.
He laid on the ground with ass agape and aching, resting and gathering strength to return to his duties the next day.
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For almost a month his life consisted of waking up, feeding from the trough, offering his ass to male raptors and getting mounted by them, from dawn till dusk, until the herd dispersed into individual pens. He would lie on the ground aroused and frustrated while cum oozed from his hole and pooled under him. Every week or so the dino cum in his insides would prove to be fertile and he felt the eggs form. Then he’d nurture them safely and suck dino cocks just to sate his lust. After several days of superioraptor cum diet he’d wake in a closed pen and find a soft bed where he’d strain and relax for an hour. Laying anywhere between three and six eggs every time and watching Ximera take them away.
She barely said a dozen words to him outside the training sessions, and never returned him his voice, never offered help or made company, never lowered his libido levels and never pressed that orgasm button. She seemed to view him like any other dino in her possession and only kept him for breeding. Strangely, after a while he began growing fond of her, despite everything she did and continued doing to him. There was lust, plain and simple, at first, but then also odd fascination. Stemming from fear and subservience, but slowly morphing into adoration and devotion. Whether it was her tweaks to his prefrontal cortex or his true feelings, he couldn’t tell, but he began falling in love with the matriarch. Every time he glanced at her on top of the enclosure, his heart leapt and he prayed she'd look down and acknowledge him. When the herd was allowed outside he would catch glimpses of her and yearn to be with her. Weirdly, when he saw her beat a servant or harshly scold a guard, he wished to be in their place. He wished to be kicked around by her heavy boots, to be punched by her strong hands, to suffocate under her perfect ass. Her whip no longer seemed so dreadful. He watched with burning envy as she picked her partners from her retinue and led them inside, or fucked with them freely right there under the sky. He even recalled the brutal surgical procedure as strangely intimate and treasured the memory of that short moment when XImera stroked his cock. Before severing it. Conditioning be damned, he loved his Mistress.
Roughly a month later she paid him a visit. The last one.
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Ximera visited the enclosure as Odrey lay sprawled in the dirt after being mounted and bred by one of the bigger specimens. She motioned him to approach and he happily and quickly crawled towards the matriarch, leaving a trail of cum in his wake. She walked outside and away from the enclosure and he crawled after her through the compound. Ximera stopped in a walled off area behind the outskirts of her base. Far from the compound, they were alone and hidden from sight.
“You did your job, Odrey, I’m satisfied.” She told him. “Let's take a look at how you performed. Fun facts first. This is how many males have mounted and bred you.” She sent a chart to his interface and he looked at the breakdown of data. The number of his sexual partners was staggering.
“These are the… blowjobs… you gave to the dinos. Whatever, I don't judge. Sick fuck.” The timeline chart aligned pretty well with his gestation periods.
“And this is how much cum they deposited in you. In litres. Blowjobs not included.” The volume was so impressive it bordered on being terrifying.
“I see that in your lust fogged brain you tried to molest several females… Well, your grand total of successful matings with females is zero.” Unsurprising. She then listed more data and numbers, seemingly more for her own amusement than to keep him informed.
“Now, fun's over.” The data tables and charts disappeared. “You’ve carried and laid 21 eggs and all of them have successfully hatched. Out of them, 13 hatchlings were female, and all carried the required set of genes for further reproduction. In the end, I’ve selected 4 that possessed desirable qualities and traits. They grow fast and are almost ready to take over your duties.”
He knew that the rest was slaughtered and a little tiny voice of his motherly instinct mourned the loss of his children. But he was mostly happy he could serve the matriarch and beamed with pride at being praised by her.
“That said, I don’t need you anymore.” She said casually and with identical ease picked up a nearby rifle.
A dreadful realisation set in in Odrey’s mind. His job was done, he was no longer needed for the matriarch's purposes. Just like the bulk of his hatchlings, he failed to make the cut. Weak and crusted in mud and filth, Odrey crawled towards Ximera and grasped for her feet in a desperate frenzy. His mouth was mute but his frantic wide eyes conveyed the hysteric pleas for mercy. His lips found her heavy boots and showered them with reverent kisses. The matriarch paid him no heed and loaded a round into the gun.
“Calm down. I told you you’ve served me already. I have no need for a breeding bitch now," she said matter of factly and kicked Odrey hard enough to punt him away. She calmly slid the lever of the rifle with a final click.
He knew she was right. Mistress was always right. She had the litter of raptors that he had sired, and a vast retinue of slaves, and a harem of potent and capable servants. There was nothing Odrey could offer her she didn’t already own. He would be just another mouth to feed, a useless liability without purpose. He knew it and couldn’t find a loophole or an argument to gamble his life on. So he just broke down and sobbed into his owner’s feet. Ximera regarded him with an indifferent stare for a minute, and when Odrey looked up to her with a final plea in his teary eyes, she kicked him back once again and stowed the gun. She sighed heavily.
“You're fucking pathetic. A waste of a good bullet,” she muttered and bent down to unsheathe her large knife from her boot.
There was no time for final words or acts of final desperation. The knife sunk into Odrey’s chest between the ribs and right into his heart. Ximera pushed it all the way in up to the hilt and twisted, then yanked it out. Crimson blood seeped out and ran down the pale flesh and soaked up into the mud. His neural implant flashed with alarm and then died. She didn’t watch the life evaporate from Odrey’s eyes or spared him a thought. She just wiped the blade and sheathed it, standing up.
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Ximera returned to the living quarter of the base leading a pretty boy on a leash in tow.
A runt of playful growing superioraptors scattered to let them pass.
Odrey’s body was later dismembered into partitioned pieces to feed the brood.
Dominion prevails.