My Mother, My Toy
A little bit darker story that I nonetheless enjoyed writing, this was commissioned by a new client, going by the name of FA: Bloodgod245 and involved a character fucking their mother, enslaving her, and pimping out the stepfather. Enjoy.
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My Mother, My Toy For Bloodgod245 By Draconicon
Ivan smiled as he walked up to the cheap wood door of the third floor apartment. It wasn't much of a thing, but it was familiar. Old etchings, old marks from a childhood that hadn't mattered to anyone except him...The hybrid of parasaur and t-rex was all too happy to kick it down.
As the wooden fragments scattered across the floor, his boys darted through the open door. Two screams were quickly turned to grunts, and then silenced. Ivan gave them a minute to get the two parasaurs inside the apartment under control, adjusting his suit in the meantime, before making his way inside.
Old walls that hadn't changed for decades surrounded him, but their memories slid off of his scales like oil off of water. What happened here, back then, no longer mattered. Or, perhaps more accurately, soon wouldn't matter. Tonight was the night where a long memory would finally be properly expunged.
He left the living room behind and stepped into the dining room. There, pinned to their chairs, were the two people he'd most wanted to see. Two parasaurs, the male pinned by his dragon associate, the female pinned by the tiger he'd brought along. They both stared at him in shock as he passed by, walking to the freezer and rooting around in it. He eventually found a bottle of vodka inside and pulled it out, popping it open with a claw.
"Ivan..."
The female sounded surprised. He didn't know why; she must have known this would come around eventually.
"Ivan, why...Ivan! Look at me! Look at -"
He did, and she shut up as he fixed her with his toothy smile. She'd always been afraid of his teeth, and those of his father. She remained silent, shaking as he walked over to her, the open vodka bottle in hand. He sat on the table, his tail sweeping around and knocking the plates onto the male parasaur's lap.
"Hello, mother."
She opened her mouth and he swung the bottle, splashing it all over her face and dress.
"Ah ah, don't talk. I didn't say you could talk."
Taking her glass and throwing the water out of it, he replaced it with some of the vodka. He took a shot, and then filled it again, humming to himself.
Even his men were quiet, as he'd trained them to be. Long, long training sessions, that. Even here, on the edge of Russian law, there were still too few men with sufficiently lacking morals to do what he needed doing. Those that could handle it were cherished, rewarded. Those that couldn't...well, there was plenty of space under the ice.
He took another drink before setting the bottle down.
"You were hard to find, mother. I looked everywhere, but the old home. After all your complaining, I was sure you'd left. After all, you left father, you left me...leaving home should have been easy for you.
"But maybe, maybe, you thought of home the way I thought of you. Something you had to hold onto. Something that you couldn't bear to part with."
He chuckled, offering her the next glass of vodka. She started to turn her head, then stopped as he growled.
"Don't, mother."
"Ivan -"
"You don't speak. Just drink."
After a moment, she lowered her head, and he fed her the vodka, forcing it down her throat. She coughed, sputtering as he made her drink the whole glass. She never could hold it down; even back then, she couldn't.
She kept coughing when he took the glass away. He stood up, his tail curling enough to caress her cheek as he walked around the head of the table.
"But however you feel, mother, I still want you. I still want to keep you close...but not as my mother any longer. You see, I don't need a caretaker. I don't need someone to watch over things. But I do need one thing."
"Bastard! What did she ever -"
"Gag him."
The male gagged, coughing for a moment before his words were muffled. It had a rather fleshy sound, as they were. He chuckled; his men did have their tastes, and he allowed them their indulgences. Of course, he couldn't let them take it too far - the male would make a fine whore, somewhere - but he would allow some.
As the facefucking continued in the background, he looked his mother in the eye.
"You have a choice, mother dear."
"I...don't think I do, Ivan."
"Of course you do. Everyone does. You can get up on the table, right now, and strip out of your dress and let me fuck you...or I can shoot you in the head. I think you will find that it is a choice."
"Rape or death?"
"Even you say it as one. What do you choose, mother dearest? Life - and a good life - or the ice?"
He didn't bother pulling out his gun. He already knew which she would choose. His mother had always been a coward, first with his father, and then with him. This was only the inevitable result.
The rustle of her dress made him smirk, and he turned to watch as the scaly slut got out of her chair and onto the table. Cheap wool undergarments were taken off slowly, but surely. They landed in a pile as her husband watched with eyes wide...or he might have been wide-eyed as he was choked by the dragon's cock. Either way, he was made to watch.
He leaned forward, forcing his mother's legs out wide, and slowly shook his head. Her sex was already parted, though not wet.
From what I remember from father, that won't take long.
Still smirking, he leaned back and dragged a finger down his zipper. As he did, another part of his father's genetics made itself clear, the room filling with a subtle but powerful scent as he released his cock. His mother gasped, and could only stare as he pulled her forward by her hips, dragging his cock against her.
"Cold..."
"It's winter, mother. Piercings can't always be warm."
He chuckled as he ground his cock against her pussy, feeling it warm against her will. He knew how she was. Weak. Empty. She feared predators like his father, like him...but she needed them, as well. Her own survival instincts betrayed her as he felt her pussy getting wet, felt it making his cock damp as he kept sliding against her.
"You always were weak, mother. Do you think I don't remember the times you screamed for father?"
"I...I screamed at him! I hated him!"
"You might have hated him. But you loved this part of him."
The tip was enough to silence her objections, and he chuckled as he felt her stiffen up beneath him, her body clenching on him with a hunger that it had always denied. She knew what she really wanted...what all prey wanted.
Her husband whimpered off to the side, but Ivan tuned him out, leaning forward to really take his fun. His cock slid deeper inside of her, feeling her heat up with every additional inch, and there were many. Her nether lips fluttered with his piercings passing by, and she bit down on her lips hard. Flat teeth, weak things, couldn't even hold back her moans.
His claws sunk into her thighs as he pinned her to the table, looming over her with his teeth flashing in the kitchen light. In and out, in and out he went, feeling her clench tighter and tighter around his cock. Whether it was fear or her hidden need betraying her, he didn't know or care. She was squeezing him like a proper toy, her pussy breaking as he kept thrusting in, loosening from his onslaught.
"That's it, mother. You know you could never resist a pred's cock. Tonight will be the last time you bother trying. Tonight, you break."
"I-Ivan! Stop!"
"You lost any right to tell me what to do when you left me behind."
He slammed into her, hard, and her body suddenly stiffened up. Ivan blinked at the sudden series of contractions, and slowly grinned.
"Mother, dearest...don't tell me that I've already made you cum?"
"Damn...Damn you..."
"Oh, mother...I will do this so many more times tonight. Boys. Finish what you're doing with her husband. I want him to see this."
As soon as his thugs had the husband properly tied up, Ivan truly went to town. His mother's hands were kept behind her back, but other than that, he kept her free. He wanted to see the point when she broke, when she gave in to what she really wanted. He could last for as long as he needed; she wouldn't.
Still, she was...impressive. Her cunt was hot and tight, and it didn't take long for her body to start trying to milk him, her instincts before a predator kicking in. Ivan grunted as he fucked her against the table, making her breasts flatten out along the wood. Perhaps she would get splinters through her nipples, but he didn't care.
He groped her breasts, grinning as she came from the pain of her nipples being tormented, feeling her squeezing him as he made her bounce on his cock. Her back arching against him was as sure a sign as any, and it only got better when he pinched her clit, sending her over the edge a second time.
He had her against the wall. He had her on her back. He had her squatted over her husband's face, letting him watch as Ivan's pred cock robbed his mother of her mind.
It took three hours, forty-two minutes, and fifteen seconds for her to break. It took five minutes of her devoted attention afterwards to take him to climax. He made sure to spill it inside of her; his mother would make for a good caretaker for his future toys and whores.
As he pulled out of her, forcing his mother's drooling mouth down on his cock to clean it, he waved at his men.
"Take that trash out of here. Use him, then send him down to Vladivostok. There's an opening for a weak one like him..."
The parasaur male shrieked as he was taken away, but Ivan only smiled. This, he felt, was just. This, he felt, was right. His father would be proud.
The End