Sentenced to Brood: The second day
The crew learn about their new reality.
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_ These are thoughts _
"Normal Conversation."
Chapter 3:
Dr. Kanta was exhilarated as he scuttled back to his office.
It had been years. Nearly a decade since that monster had killed his way through a merchant vessel carrying everything and everyone he loved, his family who sacrificed so much to get him into the medical school and career he now enjoyed.
Though they would probably disapprove a little if they knew what he had used his education for. he mused; not for the first time. But the guilt was fleeting in the face of his excitement.
Making Crotak impregnate himself like that…it was intoxicating. He wanted more!
He wanted to see that bastard waddle, to make his every step a humiliating reminder of his condition. He wanted to see Crotak's despair as his body grew ever more heavy and gravid. And as the prison's doctor he would be able to help Crotak along as much as he wanted!
The scanner nestled in the stone wall beeped as he walked up to it, near invisible ultraviolet flashing over him before the elevator door opened. His office was on the second level, a place none of the prisoners would be able to access.
His ascent only took a minute, but it was a minute too long. He winced as he stepped out with his pants bunched tightly around his erection. A quick readjustment was enough to reduce the discomfort long enough to make it to his office.
The door slammed as he threw down his pants, pulling on his erection desperately. It was just too much, every one of his fantasies were within reach now. Though many had the same theme, forcing Crotak to incubate enough eggs to fill a school.
Bamon felt warmth spurt between his fingers and closed his eyes in bliss, greedily savoring the image. If only…. but the laws of biology did not bend that far.
Though...he could push the limits a little. If he set the groundwork right he could stuff a hundred eggs inside that glossy black belly.
He paused, mind whirling with the possibilities. Cell reseeding for increasing available skin and muscle. Topical medications to allow for more stretching.
The womb implants were already designed for self repair. Could he make them grow with larger and larger clutches of eggs?
Screw it! There was no one around to tell him he couldn't! Bamon wiped off his hand before reaching for his tablet.
It wasn't like the pirate didn't deserve it anyway. He felt no remorse for his actions, why should Bamon feel any guilt for what he wanted to do to him?
He opened Crotak's file, then his implant settings . The brothel womb model had been limited to two eggs per orgasm , but his improvements let him change the settings on the fly.
Hells, if he wanted to, he could make the eggs grow to full size within two weeks! Though food consumption would increase dramatically and there could be risks to the body unless he compensated for them?
_ Maybe in the future. _
For now he needed to put that cocky pirate in his place.
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OvaNumRelease = randomInt(2, 4); // 2 to 4 eggs released per orgasm
RefractoryPeriod = 15; // 15 minutes
GestationDays = 30;
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He hesitated. Would it be safe? Sevak did not want any of the pirates to die, especially not Crotak. His talons brushed through bright red plumage as he considered.
Male Tyradon were quite larger than their females, and Crotak was by far the largest specimen he had ever seen. He nodded to himself before altering the variables. It would be fine, in the worst case he could just change it back.
Probably.
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OvaNumRelease = randomInt(4, 6); // 4 to 6 eggs released per orgasm
RefractoryPeriod = 5; // 5 minutes
GestationDays = 30;
CONFIRM CHANGES Y/N ?
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He confirmed the settings change, pulling on himself desperately. It took him less than a minute to finish .
Day 2:
Crotak found himself bound upright to an exam chair. His head was free to move, but there was a gag in his mouth. Manacles secured his legs and ankles.
He was in an abandoned exam room. Shelves emptied, cabinets left wide open with few supplies still inside.
Why was he in this place? How did he get here?
Why was something touching his cock!?
Startled, he looked down and groaned as a milker started contracting around his member. Had the toy been there earlier?
Every squeeze was like that of a high class courtesan. Each touch caressing him, every movement calculated to maximize his pleasure. Before he knew it an orgasm was pulled out of him. a warm sensation filling his belly. His head thumped back against the chair, overwhelmed.
“An excellent start Mr. Crotak, but I think we can do better than that." a voice chirped from behind him.
Crotak jerked his head to the side. Who?
That voice was familiar. Wait.. Doctor Kanta?
Shit!
At some unseen signal the milker increased its speed. Pulses of delicious sensation quickly driving him to ecstasy. Before he knew it another orgasm washed over him, warmth further coating his insides. Why did his belly feel warm?
He had his third release soon after, then a fourth. He arched his back as a fifth orgasm was wrung out of him, but he didn't feel tired.
But when he looked down he moaned in shock.His stomach was inflating, his skin stretched over the mass inside him and boiling hot.
Crotak panicked, pulling desperately on the restraints but unable to budge them. What was this? Was he pregnant?
He whined as the milker pulled more come from him, his belly surging further in response. It was already nearing a full term pregnancy, but the growth wasn't slowing down.
If anything his expansion was accelerating, his belly so large he felt it crushing him into the exam chair. His arms wouldn't be able to fit around it.
His skin was tight, too tight. Every breath was an ordeal as his lungs were compressed into his body.
“What a good hen you'll make." Doctor Kanta trilled in his ear.
Crotak bellowed and threw himself out of the bed, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
His pulse was racing, eyes roving frantically over his abdomen. It was flat, not a hint of a curve to be seen.
Slowly his heart rate dropped, the shock fading. He was in his cell.
It was a nightmare.
Crotak groaned, holding his head in his hands.
The events of his dream quickly faded from his mind but memories of the day before returned in their place.
He remembered Doctor Kanta touching him. Pushing and stroking and playing with him like he was some kind of toy! And then that warmth in his belly…Fuck!
Kanta forced him to come. Forced…eggs inside of him. And he had been completely unable to fight back!
Crotak seethed. He hadn't felt so weak since-
He shook his head, forcibly suppressing the memories with the ease of long practice.
Doctor Kanta was going to die in the most painful way he could think of. He would make it slow, savoring every moment as he tore that bird apart piece by piece. He would throw him in the ocean as bait for the leviathan! He-
Crotak's head snapped toward the hall as an obnoxious chime filled the air.
Outside his cell a display flickered on. His eyes narrowed at the familiar figure preening in front of the camera.
“Good morning my dear hens! I am so very happy to welcome you here!" The doctor clasped his hands and bowed flamboyantly.
“My name is Doctor Bamon Kanta, and I am head of medical science in this fine facility."
The bird's blue eyes were unsettling. The coldness in them did not match the jaunty persona he was displaying.
“By now all of you should know the basics but I need to explain what your lives will be like from now on."
“First, all of you were impregnated on your first day. But do not worry. Our staff will give you the best of medical care while you do your part for society and birth new citizens for the Combine."
“Second, all of you have been dosed with medical nanites designed to keep you healthy. However they have another function. Should you feel the irrepressible urge to be violent to yourselves or others, your bodies will lock into place for an hour with only your heads able to move."
The doctor's eyes twinkled with dark mischief. “So keep your tempers in check, otherwise you might find yourselves in some compromising positions."
“Next, our cafeteria will be ready by tomorrow morning. For today our staff will bring food and water to you, though you may also request to take future meals in your cells ."
“Our facilities include a pool and gym for your use. Councilor Sevak has also generously provided video entertainment in the displays you are looking at now. Each display responds to your voice commands, but they are a privilege, and will be taken away if necessary."
Doctor Kanta paused for a moment, a clinking sound ringing from the intercom as he took a drink.
“Now for the important bits. Each of you have been given a monitor to track your pregnancies. You will be able to see the number of eggs you are carrying and how long until your next laying. Please take a look."
Crotak glanced down at the monitor locked around his wrist. The number 2 filled the wide rectangular face. Once he looked at it lines of text scrolled down.
Prisoner 0001
First name: Crotak Last name: N/A
Gravidity: 2 eggs Next laying: 29 days
“Finally, you are all being monitored, but please let me or my assistants know if you feel anything off with your bodies. We will find ways to help you."
Doctor Kanta beamed at him through the screen and Crotak wished he could strangle him. All of this was off!
“I will use this system for any future announcements, but for now I just want to welcome you again to your new home!" The image flashed out as the display powered down.
Crotak grabbed the lamp off his bedside and stumbled as he tried to throw it at the blank display. It was bolted down.
Red tinted his vision. His hands moved to snap the flimsy metal before his body abruptly froze in place below his neck.
What!?
The display flickered back on. When he turned his head he could make out an older Banto female holding some dry fibers.
As she began discussing the merits of different weaving patterns Crotak gave in and screamed in frustration.
Doctor Kanta lounged back in his chair after finishing the announcement. There was no one else in the room with him and for a moment he felt a pang of discomfort at the silence.
He knew going in that this job would likely be a lonely one, but the pay and entertainment were too enticing for him to resist. Forcibly impregnating unrepentant criminals for his own amusement? Sign him up!
His favorite perk had to be the cameras pointed at each cell. He was going to have a lot of fun with those once the prisoners started showing. He rubbed himself absently at the thought.
But the prize jewel would soon be his favorite dark furred pirate, who by the look of it had decided to test the anger management subroutine.
_ Tsk. How to rub it in a bit more? Ah…yes, the creativity channel should be sufficient. _
He sniggered to himself as Crotak roared angrily.
A cursory glance at the other screens showed most of the other pirates in a daze, as if unable to comprehend what was going to happen to them now. Good. After all the horror they caused, it was more than fair.
Though most did not mean all of them….Bamon frowned.
Prisoner 0051. His hormones read as baseline, or at least his newly impregnated baseline. Yet he was frantically touching himself with no regard for his impending impregnation. Why would he risk it? Was he an idiot?
Bamon snorted. If 51 wanted to produce more eggs then who was he to stop him?
He watched eagerly as 51 drove himself closer and closer to the edge, then slowed down the pace. Ah, had someone finally realized what the consequences would be?
Well they couldn't be letting that happen now could they? The doctor smirked to himself as pressed a few controls and gave their libido a little nudge.
Almost immediately 51 started pawing at himself again, wings fluttering in arousal. His strokes sped up, desperation and desire clear on his face.
Less than a minute later 51 finally collapsed back on his cot, panting harshly. A quick check confirmed three more fertilized eggs were settling into the drake's belly.
Excellent.
Bamon would need to keep an eye on that one. Still, the artificial wombs had a ceiling just in case. A smaller male like 51 could carry four or more dozen eggs before additional fertilized cells were moved into stasis. Once he laid his eggs the fertilized ova would be reintroduced to his womb, continuing the cycle.
And the best part?
He had tweaked the wombs so that they would release additional hormones for every egg carried. Every impregnation made the hens a little hornier, a little more desperate to fill themselves even further.
After shouting multiple times to turn off or change the display Crotak felt incredible relief when he could move again. The display shut off soon after and all he could do was snarl in annoyance. That damn doctor was having fun at his expense, he just knew it.
He looked out at the hall again. All he could see was the display and a wall of polished stone. Were all the cells set up so that they couldn't see each other? He'd never heard of a slam that did that. Though he was grateful no one had seen his humiliation.
Crotak collapsed on the bed, his mind quickly drifting as he stared at the featureless wall. He missed his quarters back on Red morning. His trophy collection. His porn.
Those council bastards had probably torn his beloved ship apart by now. Or they were parading it around to celebrate their victory.
He scowled and curled up on the bed. If only he had known, if only there was some way he could have avoided this.
Hours passed. His anger cooled, though it still simmered under the surface.
Crotak curled up once more with a grunt, arms crossed with his legs locked under the bedframe.
Crotak was a drake of action. He despised sitting around doing nothing. It gave him too much time to think. But this cell had precious few distractions for him.
There was no one to fuck, not that he'd want to now. No music players or electronics other than the display outside his bars. No puzzles, nothing to challenge him at all.
By the ancestors! He'd be happy with a book and he hated to read!
But the only other things in the room besides furniture, a mirror and a toilet were a few sex toys that he was trying very hard to ignore.
Grudgingly, he looked at the screen outside of his cell.
“Activate display."
Banto pottery lessons.
“Change channel."
Banto music.
“Change."
Banto food.
He growled in annoyance but pressed on. There had to be something that wasn't about the damned Banto.
“Change."
A history on the industrial age of Vantage .
Better, but still boring.
“Change."
More basket weaving.
“CHANGE!" He snarled.
His eye ridge rose in disbelief before he lay back and relaxed, propping up a pillow to elevate his head.
“Porn it is."
On screen, a chubby russet drake wearing only a leather collar timidly followed behind the taller white drake pulling on his leash.
Crotak's lip twitched in approval.
The white drake smirked at the camera as he pulled his prey deeper into the room. The camera panned to focus on a sturdy looking breeding bench.
_ Okay, you have my attention now. _ Crotak watched eagerly.
The sub whined as he was forced on his knees, camera focusing on his bouncing belly for a moment before it returned to the dom.
Crotak frowned. _ Not liking the belly stuff much. _
The screen split into views. One from behind the sub and the other a profile shot of the both of them.
The white drake quickly strapped his protesting sub into the restraints, spreading his legs apart so the camera had a good view at the massive toy spreading his hole.
_ *Better. * _Crotak palmed himself at the sight of it.
The russet drake whimpered loudly as his partner slowly pulled the glistening toy out of him. The white drake bent over and whispered something in his ear, the sub nodding desperately.
With another smirk the top spread lube over himself and started jerking off, his cock hardening with admirable speed.
There was no foreplay. Once ready the white drake shoved himself into the waiting hole without any warning. The surprised yelp from the sub made Crotak's cock twitch with interest. But the dom was done waiting.
Once inside he set a punishing pace, each stroke straining the straps holding his sub in place. But the sub didn't seem to mind at all. His eyes were glazed as he eagerly met each thrust with desperate mewls. Crotak averted his eyes from the belly bouncing with each thrust. Pre dribbled from the brown drake's front as his body was used like a fleshlight.
Ctotak groaned as his strokes sped up to match the couple on screen.
It had been too long since he had a hole to fuck.There was no way he would go after one of his boys, even if they wanted it.
Especially if they wanted it, too risky.
He could see the white drake was close. His breaths were labored, his thrusts growing faster and more desperate.
The sub's groans and mewls grew louder before they finally arched their back and keened, falling limp.
The sound went straight to Crotak's cock and he shuddered. Touching himself like this had never felt this good before! A small part of him felt like he was missing something important but he dismissed it, caught up in the spiraling pleasure.
On screen the Dom shuddered and growled possessively as he released deep inside . White hands moved down to cradle the tightly rounded brown belly, the camera zooming in as off white seed seeped out from where they were joined.
Crotak felt like he'd been hit over the head as he realized it.
That little slut didn't have a potbelly... they were pregnant!
His eyes widened and with self control Crotak didn't know he had, he let go of himself. His hands shook as they gripped the bed frame tightly, the angry rod between his legs demanding he finish the job.
Crotak felt his heart pounding harshly. He had been seconds away from impregnating himself.
He kept his hands firmly on the sides of the bed until he started to shrink. That had been way too close.
That sneaky little bastard of a doctor!
A glance at the display revealed it had changed to a new porno and he grimaced. Maybe history would be a bit safer to watch?
Graneth paced back and forth in the small cell; tail lashing as his thoughts spiraled angrily.
He'd woken up yesterday to a glorified blowjob toy sucking on his cock. He enjoyed it at first, but then he came; a warm feeling settling inside of him. The robot intoned 'impregnation successful' and retracted the milker from his cell before speeding away.
He'd been confused at first, head still murky from the drugs that had been keeping him unconscious for the. But then he'd remembered the trial he had been forced to watch en route to this place.
He and every surviving member of the crew were trapped here for the rest of their lives.
Crotak hadn't helped at all with his attitude during the sentencing. If anything he just antagonized the Council further with his irreverent behavior.
If there had been any hope of them receiving a different sentence, his Warmaster had squandered it with relish. The fool.
Graneth rumbled angrily. This whole situation was fucked up. Three eggs were growing in his belly. Eggs that he had fucked into himself when that robot jerked him off. The monitor on his wrist mocked him with the number every time his eyes landed on it.
Sure he had thought about raising whelps at some point but not as the mother!
He could almost see himself looking like one of those aug breeders. His belly so bloated with eggs it spanned two feet in front of him, his legs bowed as they tried to support him. Graneth snarled, feeling sick at the thought of it.
This was all Crotak's fault! He had known that something about their target tasted off, but the one time their crew needed Crotak to listen, Graneth was instead accused of trying to challenge the Warmaster! He'd never even been interested in that!
Decades of working under Crotak, trying to prove he was capable, that he was trustworthy; and the paranoid bastard threatened him in front of the whole damn crew!
Crotak was only Warmaster because no one could challenge him physically and he was too cunning to ever be put in a situation where he would be vulnerable to the crew. But he wasn't that smart, not by a long shot!
Graneth was the reason they had been so successful! He would spend days on analysis before every raid, mapping patrols, selecting targets, but for Crotak none of that work mattered.For him it was all about the fight, the ability to kill everyone and get away with the spoils.
And now look where that got them; imprisoned on the ass end of the galaxy where no one would ever think to look for them, laying eggs for the rest of their lives as part of some sick fuck's idea of karma.
Graneth exhaled sharply. He had looked up to the captain for so long, worked so hard in hope that he would be trusted as Crotak's second, maybe even as something more than that one day.
But now…he deflated, brooding on the edge of the bed. Maybe in time he would find a way to escape, but for now he would have to watch and wait.