Never Leave a Job Undone
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Never Leave A Job Undone For Bloodgod245 By Draconicon
"Okay, asshole. It's time for you to explain what's going on."
Gerald growled as deep in his throat as he could, trying to put on a braver face than he felt capable of. The blindfold didn't help with that; not seeing just who was around, if anyone, made him worry all the more. Particularly for his family.
The green dragon's tail swished from side to side as he waited, his ears on alert for any little sound around him. There had to be something, right? Nobody just boarded a ship and then left it that quickly. It'd be better to steal the ship rather than to just grab something and go, particularly one like his. Not top of the line, admittedly, but -
Clop.
His head turned towards the sound. Just a footstep, but heavier than his wife or his daughters. Had to be the invader.
Clink. Clop. Clink. Clop.
He shook his head. That couldn't be. Nobody sounded like that when they walked. The sounds were the same for each foot, unless -
"So. Gerald. Took a loooong time to find out it was you behind that bomb."
...No. No, no, no, it couldn't be. He was dead! He had to be dead. That bomb would have killed ten people, and Havok had been at ground zero. This was impossible.
Yet, it wasn't. The blindfold came off, and in the low light of his living room, Gerald saw the same hybrid that had terrorized hundreds, if not thousands, or perhaps even millions of people. The pirate captain that had threatened his family. The mostly-horse, part dragon monster that he'd tried to kill...was alive, and more terrifying than ever.
A metal hand gripped his chin, the tall stallion chuckling to himself as the fingers whirred softly.
"You like it, Gerald? It's been a good gift to me...so much stronger than a biological hand. And so capable of killing...particularly killing annoying little pests."
The mechanical fingers suddenly squeezed, and Gerald screamed before he could stop himself. His green scales were already denting, his jaw feeling like it was about to crack in just that moment.
Yet, Havok was completely calm.
"You know. I've thought long and hard about what I'd do to you if I found you again. You're probably the closest anyone has ever come to killing me, so that deserves some special revenge. I've already done dismembering on my own men. I've let my enemies suffocate in the vacuum of space. I've stabbed people and held them to holes to the void, letting the emptiness suck their blood and life away while they screamed.
"But you...Heh...I know what you're afraid of. It's the same thing that made you desperate enough to attack me..."
"Nnngh...no...no please...you - argh!"
The servos in the arm squeezed that little bit tighter, and his jaw broke. He screamed even as the pirate pulled it out of location, letting it hang loose and open. Even trying to move it hurt almost enough to make him pass out, and talking was no longer even part of the equation.
The horse hybrid stood up, walking around him. The sound of something getting dragged along the floor caught his attention, but he didn't dare move. He didn't have to. Havok brought three big stasis tubes out, slamming them down in the middle of the room. In each one, in suspended animation, was a member of his family. His wife, and two daughters, all asleep, all unaware of what was going on.
"Beautiful, aren't they?"
He shuddered as the pirate lord smacked a metal fist off of one, not hard enough to break, but dangerously so.
"You have good taste in women, Gerald. The rack on this one might just be good enough for me. The others aren't so good yet, but they'll probably grow into it."
"Mmmn?"
"Oh, you thought I would kill them? No, that'd be too easy for you. You see, I'm taking that a step further." The horse cyborg stood up, metal arm and leg whirring as he walked to the head of the oldest dragoness's tube. "See, I'm a lonely man. I got bitches to tend to my needs...and I have men always looking to rise up the ranks for 'favors.' But I don't really have something....personal, like you do.
"So I'm thinking, for your punishment, I'm going to take them. I'm going to take everything that you find most precious, most enjoyable in your life, and make them my playthings. And if you ever think about coming after me for them...Well. Let's just say that there are smaller bombs to make, and these girls can bear more than eggs for me, if you push it."
Bombs...bombs tied to his heartbeat, too, probably. He'd make them...and I can't...
The hybrid was tapping out a code on his wife's stasis tube, humming to himself.
"Now, I've already implanted them with their 'special' goods. Any complaint from you, any defense at all...and they'll be blown to bits. You say anything to them about it, and I blow them to bits. You are going to be a good, 'loving' husband, and beg your wife and daughters to fuck themselves on my cock...while you watch. You're going to act like this was all planned. Like you were some freak that wanted to see his entire family get fucked by a man bigger than him. And you're going to do it because you want to keep them alive.
"And then, you're going to tell your wife that you're handing her over to me. All to save her, and your children. I'll leave them, and you'll still be here. Alone. Knowing what I'll be doing to them every day from now until the end of time.
"Or...I can kill them now. Tell me, Gerald. Do you think you can be a man and protect them, and have me kill them right now, instead?"
The green dragon slumped against his bindings, unable to even think of it. The choices were horrible. On the one hand, they would die, then and there, with him never having the chance to see them again. They'd be gone, no chance to explain, no chance to do anything, just...gone. On the other hand, they'd be alive, but nothing but harem girls for the worst monster on this side of the galaxy.
There was no good choice.
He hung his head, and the pirate lord chuckled.
"That's what I thought. Now, let's fix that jaw so you can do your part..."
Somehow, his wife's slap when he told her what she had to do hurt more than his jaw getting broken. Gerald flinched at it, but he repeated the command, three times. She still refused, and he thought maybe, maybe there was a chance they could avoid his lie.
Then he saw Havok fondling a detonator, just out of view, and knew he had no choice.
That was how he'd ended up pinning his wife's upper half to the floor, while the hybrid fucked her right in the pussy. He looked away, not wanting to see the dragoness beneath him getting bred, even as that thick horse cock pounded deeper and deeper into her.
"Heh, looks like your husband was right about you, bitch," Havok muttered. "You're getting wetter all the time. You just been waiting for the right dick? Or was his just so pathetic that you didn't even care, just as long as it wasn't another short one?"
"Ah, ah, please, no, you can't - I'll get pregnant. I'm in -"
"Oh, I know you're in heat, bitch. You're just begging for cock, now, for cum. Your pussy won't let me go. And I'm gonna give it what it needs. What you've needed for too long."
It was horrifying to hear the pirate talking like that, and worse to see his wife's breasts bouncing up and down from above, kneeling on her arms the way that he did. Despite her pleas, she was definitely wet. He could hear it, and even see it soaking the pirate's cock darker with every thrust. It had to be heat...he hoped.
He looked over his shoulder, seeing his daughters curled up in a corner, staring at the rape with their eyes wide, not daring to move. He couldn't blame them, even if it hurt every time they glared at him, their rage at his betrayal burning in their eyes.
He looked away again, trying not to listen to the louder moans from his wife, or the harsher grunts from the cyborg hybrid. The squelching sound of that thick shaft was getting louder and louder, and he knew that it was getting faster and faster, too. He could visualize it even without looking.
Five minutes later, his wife screamed in orgasm. Three orgasms later, the horse grunted and slammed in, filling her with more seed than Gerald really wanted to think about.
He was about to stand up when Havok grabbed him, shoving the dragon's head between the dragoness's legs.
"Plug her up. I want to make sure it takes, just like you do. Now...which daughter first..."
With his face soaked in seed, Gerald stood on the edge of his ship's exit ramp. His wife and daughters were all nude, all drenched in the hybrid's seed, and their bellies were swollen to an absurd degree. They still argued with him, saying that they wouldn't go, that they'd file charges, that -
"I'm...I'm divorcing you, Kathryn."
His statement was made as he saw the detonator again, and it stopped his wife in her tracks. She stared at him, his daughters likewise, and he pointed to the monster's ship.
"He's...he's taking you. I don't want to see you anymore. Just...just go, and get out of here."
"But...Gerald..."
"Dad..."
"Out!"
They walked slowly across the ramp, and the hybrid chuckled to himself, smacking the green dragon on the back as the females walked out of view. He was still naked, too, still hard.
"See? You could keep them alive. And now, you can just remember that they'll stay alive, with me, for as long as you don't come after us. Don't worry. I'll send you an egg or two to remind you of what they're doing, heh."
The monster disappeared into the other ship, and as it flew off, Gerald curled up and cried.
The End