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Reconditioning the Cheaters

Part 3

For Engy

By Draconicon

Josephine didn't know what to think as she watched the yellow dragon leave the room again, the other kobolds of the skyscraper climbing on top of one another to release her and her husband from the wall restraints. She wanted to think about how to get out of here, to get to the car that was supposedly waiting just outside of the building, how to get to the airport so that they could go home, but...

She looked down at herself. A thick cock that was eleven inches long and four around, by the estimations of her new eyes. They seemed to be accurate enough with everything else that she trusted them with this.

That, combined with the fact that her body was undeniably male and no longer human, meant that it would be impossible to get back into the states with her current ID. Who would believe that a human female had been transformed into something like this? There was nothing on earth that could affect that sort of transformation.

Except for the potions that existed in this city.

Except for the things that they had been planning on conning Engy out of.

The kobolds released them, and the first thing her mind told her to do was grab her cock and jerk off. Even though it throbbed with annoyed discomfort after being milked of six liters of cum, even though her body begged her for mercy from any further stimulation, the urge to jerk off was still there.

If it wasn't for the fact that she was surrounded by other kobolds, she might have been tempted to do just that.

If it wasn't for the fact that her husband was watching her, shaking his head, she might have gone after him.

I'm not even into women, but...

As they were marched out of the room and down the narrow corridor, she was forced to stay in the middle, made to watch as Sam walked ahead of her. She didn't know if it was just the transformation or if something had happened to her husband, but he had a sway in his step that hadn't been there before, a sway that made those large ass cheeks swing back and forth in a tempting rhythm.

Her cock continued to throb, flicking up from time to time and almost hitting her in the stomach. Her balls were constantly churning, begging for a release, and it took everything she had to keep her hands at her sides.

The harder thing...

The harder thing was continuing to call herself 'she' and 'her.' The big cock between her legs kept mocking her for those terms, telling her that she was a male, that she was a stud, a breeder, a fucker. Someone that was made to take others and turn them into toys, to use them until there was nothing left but the urge to rut and lay.

The idea, the mental images, kept her harder than the smell in the air did, and the scent was no slouch.

She groaned under her breath as she followed her husband, hoping that he was having an easier time than she was.

He wasn't.

Sam was so focused on the feeling of his swollen pussy that it was hard for him to even think of his wife or her troubles behind him. Every time that his thick thighs brushed against one another, he swore that they were brushing against the pussy lips down there, too, stimulating them and making it harder for him to not think of them. It was so hard to keep moving, and he swore that his juices were clinging to every square inch of him.

The kobolds didn't help, either. He knew that they were servants of the yellow dragon, knew that they just wanted to make things worse, but he had hoped that now that they were the same species that there might be some sympathy.

There wasn't. If anything, the kobolds looked at his feminine body as if it was a piece of meat that they would love to get their hands on, something that they would love to fuck and rut and use as much as his wife was supposed to be doing.

And much as he hated to admit it, the emptiness that this body came with felt like it needed that sort of relief.

Sam shivered as they were led into another room, doing everything he could to keep his thoughts off of his pussy and his breasts, trying to think of a way out of this situation.

But as soon as he saw the bondage chairs in the middle of the room, he knew that there was no way that he was going to be getting out of this anytime soon.

Engy smiled as he gestured for them to come in, and Sam tried to smile back as he seated himself in the chair nearest the dragon. As their captor started pulling leather straps around him, he forced himself to look up.

"If we can resist the hypnosis, will you let us go?"

"Hmm?" Engy blinked. "What was that?"

"I asked if we can resist this, will you let us go?"

"Well...Yeah, I guess," the dragon said, rubbing the back of his head. "You know, to be honest, I feel bad saying that. I mean, there's no chance that you will. Nobody ever has, so it feels like giving you false hopes."

"I don't care. If it's something, I'll take it."

"It's not exactly something, you know. It's still not going to happen. I mean, it's like saying 'Hey, I'm going to shoot you in the head. If you live through it, you can go.' Yeah, there's like a one in a million chance it might happen, but you shouldn't count on it."

"But you said it, right? If we don't give in, you'll let us go."

The yellow dragon looked at him with a raised eyebrow, then over to Josephine. Sam refused to look away, forcing himself to keep meeting their punisher's gaze.

As little hope as there was, he needed something. If he could get this, then he had a plan. If he could survive the hypnosis, if he maintained himself, then he could leave this place afterwards. So what if he had a breeder's body? He would be able to figure out a plan for that, eventually. This dragon couldn't be the only alchemist in the city, right?

And if he could change back, then he and Josephine could...

Could...

Okay, we can't go home, not without the goods, but we can figure out a plan, at least. Figure out how to live our old...

That thought died in the middle of being born, as well. There was no way that they could go back to their old lives, now. Not easily, at least, and not without remembering what they had been here. The fact that he had had a pussy, even for a little while, had given him an entirely different outlook on things.

And the fact that he had wanted to be bred, the fact that he wanted to experience what it would feel like to have cum shooting inside of him...

That was a humiliation that would last for years, if not more. He would never be able to forget feeling like that.

His cheeks burned as he squirmed in the leather bondage that the chair provided, tied down with his legs spread wide apart, his chest pulled back with bands above and below his breasts that forced them forward. He could feel a hole in the bottom of the chair, and he wondered if there was a toy down there or a camera for those that might be watching elsewhere.

Oh god, I didn't even think of cameras until now...

What if they ended up being blackmailed for the show that they were putting on? What if Engy or his master started showing it off, letting everyone see what they had done to the con artists? Would they ever be able to live that down?

He doubted it.

Soon, he was tied down, and the feeling of having his pussy exposed, his legs as far apart as the chair would allow, only reminded him that much more about how exposed he was, how changed he had become. The sensation of air brushing against him down there, the way that the soft puff of the air currents in the room stroked him, only made him feel that much more self-conscious about being in a female body.

He couldn't turn his head to look at his wife, but he could hear Josephine grunting as she was tied down in the chair beside him. He looked out of the corner of his eyes, trying to get a glimpse of her, but all he could manage to see was that massive cock of hers poking forward and throbbing into his line of sight.

Considering what just looking at that thing did to him, he stopped staring almost immediately.

Just focus on getting through this. If you can just stay yourself, if you can keep from becoming completely female...

That was going to be the trick. His body was working against him constantly, and he didn't know if he could hold onto the idea that he was male, that he had always been male, that he didn't need to breed. Even if the body needed to breed, he did not.

And yet...

Yet, he needed to. If he was going to be anything other than a breeder for the dragon, he needed to remember what he was, and what he wasn't.

Josephine panted for breath as she was strapped down, not helped by the fact that there was a leather band wrapped tightly around the base of her cock like a cock ring combined with a cock corset. It pulled tight around her shaft, making it impossible for the thing to cum, and worse, making it harder than it already was. It had been stiff as a board to begin with, and now it was pulsing, twitching, throbbing, drooling pre at an insane rate.

She panted, thrusting her hips until her waist was tied down to the chair, too, her cock bobbing up and down and even slapping against her belly as she struggled to get herself off. The need was so overwhelming that she didn't care that it was a humiliating thing, that she was trying to cum in front of her husband.

What the hell did that potion do to me? Why did it make me so...so fucking horny?

Was this the way that men felt all the time, she wondered? Desperately eager to empty their balls, lured in by the sheer easiness of touching their cocks versus what a woman had to do to get off? Was that the way that it worked, to have that cock right in sight and be able to reach down?

No wonder Sam had started to prefer jerking off to just fucking her, over the last few years. This was something that was more tempting than she had ever imagined.

Even with her arms tied down to the chair, she kept trying to reach for it, and when she couldn't reach, she flexed. Her cock jumped with each tension of her muscles down there, slapping against her belly, reminding her of the need waiting to be released.

Nnngh...

"Now," the yellow dragon said after tying her down. "I have a little program set up here. There's a number of cameras all over the place, some of them aimed at your asses, some at your crotch, some elsewhere. My master probably has some that are aimed at your feet, too, so try and throw a few toe-curls in there at some point."

"What...I don't even..."

Josephine shook her head.

"What is the program?" she managed to ask.

"It's a simple little thing. Nothing more than a bit of hypnosis, something to help you come to terms with your new roles and bodies. I'm sure it'll make it a lot easier for you in the long run to just accept it."

"Don't listen to him," Sam grunted. "He said that if we can resist, we can get out of here. Just...don't listen to whatever the program tells you. We can get out of here, live a better life than just...mindless breeding."

"Whoever said that it would be mindless?" Engy asked. "I wouldn't be that cruel. I just need you to be focused on getting it done, rather than trying to think of escape attempts."

Josephine shook her head. The more she heard, the more confused she felt. It wasn't...that bad, she supposed, having a cock. And the fact that it was not going to take her mind entirely...

For all that she had been part of a scam against the dragon, he didn't seem that angry at them. He had used his own potions to change them, and he had done a fair bit to make sure that they were at least enjoying the transformation, as much as that was possible. Her cock was a bit sore from the milking, but that was hardly a problem. It was just something to get used to.

Would being a stud...would being a stud be that bad?

The old feminine mind objected, but the pleasure from her cock made the objections seem rather feeble. She had never had one before, but who said that she couldn't get used to having one now? Was there anyone really saying that it would be bad to be a male? Was it something that she would really despise that much, if she at least put a bit of effort into it?

And they were offering hypnosis to make the transition easier, to give her a chance to slip into being a male a bit more comfortably. That was a thing that they really didn't have to do, and it would make her life a shit-ton easier if she just went with it.

Now, Sam, on the other hand...

Sam was determined not to go with the hypnosis. Holding onto his male identity might be hard, but he would be damned if he just let this dragon tell him how it was going to be.

I am a guy. I am a fucking guy...

And yet, at the same time, his body was loudly insisting that he was anything but.

The lack of pressure inside of him, the lack of anything fucking his pussy or breeding his womb or anything that would have satisfied the low-level heat inside of him was driving him up the wall. His phantom cock, the hard-on that he swore he could still feel, throbbed up and down in place of his clit. There was nothing down there, but he swore he felt it.

He held onto that feeling, not daring to let go of it. If he stopped imagining himself as male, he would start thinking of himself as female in no time at all.

The yellow dragon shook his head at him, and then stepped out of the way.

"I'll be back to check on you in a couple of hours. Just relax until then."

Yeah, right.

He was made to look straight ahead. There was a sort of split screen between him and Josephine, something that allowed them to both see each other, if only barely, but not what the other one was watching.

Hope she gets something easy...

A sudden flicker of light pulled his attention forward, and he stared at the screen, realizing that it was a point of view sort of porn, and that he was looking straight at a big, fat dick.

A dragon dick, for that matter, though not the yellow one that Engy had been showing off for the past few hours. It was black, thick, heavy, and looked like it would rip any hole open if it was shoved in.

It pushed towards the camera, and he stared in awe as he saw it disappearing into a muzzle. The point of view was that strong that he could almost imagine it pumping down his throat as he stared at it.

Feel the cock slowly sliding down your throat, a deep voice whispered into his ear. Feel the shaft of your stud taking over. Feel the musk in your mouth, taste it, smell it. Realize your place as you slowly give your master service.

There was a hissing below him, and the smell of a male started to fill his nose. He coughed, sputtering, snorting, but the smell was still there, hot, thick, and powerfully spicy, in a way. Hot like a male that had been running around, like what you might have found in a locker room, something that was begging for the chance to use someone, to rut them, to dump a load inside of them.

And his pussy started to dampen at the thought, dripping down onto the cushion of the chair, soaking it and soaking his thighs.

Look at that slut, look at that pussy, look at that hole. It is so open for you, so eager...

The voice came to her as she watched the show before her, a female, a scaly female with her legs spread wide. The camera panned down, showing the cock that the person filming this had. A big, fat one, a point of view towards a cock that was supposed to break and breed, to use and fill, to stud and seed. She imagined it being hers, and she moaned as her cock jumped and twitched.

You're made to fuck and fill. Made to breed and stud.

Breed and stud, breed and stud.

Her hips wanted to twitch as the camera tilted back down.

Breeding is the ultimate authority. Studding is the ultimate power. Nothing but the need to fill others with your cock, nothing but the need to fuck and breed and leave eggs behind. Your power, your claim on them. Your power to turn them to yours, power to bind them to you. Nothing but the power of the stud. Nothing but the need to breed.

Nothing but the need to breed.

Her cock continued to pulse and throb, oozing pre down along her cock and balls, into her lap, over her sex and down into the seat proper. The thick smell accompanied a hot, slippery scent that was getting puffed towards her nose again and again, making her smell the female on the screen, reminding her of her duties.

Her duties.

Her needs.

You are a stud. A stud breeder. A stud cock on legs. You are a male. You are a virile, horny, hung male.

It was...so good...

Hearing his wife moaning at his side was not making it any easier for him, particularly as the scene changed on the screen. The point of view was no longer giving a blowjob, but rather, lying on her back, staring up at the stud that was going to fuck her.

It was a black dragon, one that looked very similar to the one that had showed up when Engy called his master. Sam panted, fighting the urge to spread his legs further against the bindings as he saw the cock in the porno.

You want it. You need it. The urge to breed is getting stronger with each passing second without a cock inside of you. The only way to control yourself is to have a cock inside, the only way to feel content is to have a cock inside. You want to be bred. You want to be seeded. You want to have a stud.

And the body wanted it so badly, and the mind was starting to want it, too.

He whimpered, biting his lips, trying not to think about it, but his pussy was clenching down on nothing. The urge to breed, the urge for a cock was growing stronger by the second, and the odd tightness in his nipples, the tightness down below, the emptiness, were making it all the harder to resist the implications that came with it.

Females need cock.

But he wasn't female.

Females need to breed.

But he wasn't...wasn't female, even if he had those urges.

Females need to find a stud, and keep it.

He had never needed a stud...not until...right then.

The leather bands pressed down on him, hard, holding him back against the chair and keeping him from thrusting his hips the way that he might have done if he were free. The sensation of restraint only made it worse, reinforcing the helpless feelings, the fact that he was more helpless to restrain his urges than he was to be restrained himself.

Oh god, he needed a cock. Oh god, he needed to be fucked.

Give in. Allow the urges to define you. Allow your needs to tell you who you are. What are you? the voice asked as the porno showed that thick, black cock rubbing against his pussy, grinding against it, teasing it to an extent that no toy and no woman had ever done for his cock.

He wanted it. He needed it.

Sam tried to turn his head to look away, to preserve what little of himself there was left, but the band kept him staring, kept his eyes open.

What are you?

A...a breeder, he thought.

And what is a breeder?

A female.

Does a female need cock?

Yes, he thought, staring at that thick black shaft, that masterful thing that would give him exactly what he needed. He needed it inside of him, needed it plunging into his depths, robbing him of everything that he had called male. It needed to be in him, seeding him, marking him.

What are you?

A breeding female, she thought.

Let it in.

And as the cock slid forward on the screen, he felt something else. Something that was giving in his head, something that was slowly pushing itself away.

Yes, let it go. Let go of all those old fears. Let go of the old life. Accept a new one. A new life. A new happiness...

Joseph, as he was now calling himself, was moaning more and more at the porno. One female had turned to two, then three, then six. Each time that the number grew, his urge to rut and fuck and use them all kept rising higher. It was like they kept coming to give him more reason to fuck, more reason to rut, more targets to go after and more people to keep satisfied.

And his balls were more than willing to give them a run for their money. He wanted to fuck each one of them, leave their bellies swollen, leave them gasping and panting and dripping from everything that he did to them. He wanted them to remember who the stud was that had used them, who had marked them, who had left them the way that they had been meant to be. He was a breeding stud, and he was a damn good one.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, came the command down the porno, and he was on the verge of ripping right through the leather that held him down, right on the edge of breaking through and humping the screen of hot women.

I am a stud, a male, a stud, a brood master. I'm the one that goes around and makes more little sluts, gets people good and pregnant, teaches them how to be good little brood sluts for the master and for me. They are going to bow down, they are going to beg for my cock, they are going to take it in deep and then push out more eggs at the end of it for me and for master.

That was the purpose in life for a broodlord. He was the one that would bring that purpose about, and he would make sure that every female that he found learned that she was made for the purposes of bearing eggs.

Unless the master told him to do otherwise, of course. There were some that had to be bred by other males, and he would listen to those that had prior claim.

But anyone that was not under those orders of protection would feel his cock and learn the pleasure that came with it.

He thrust forward again, spurting pre across the room, landing on the floor and leaving musk behind.

Samantha, as she called herself, was licking her lips in time to the show that she was getting on the screen. She tried to turn her head as the porno did, tried to copy the other woman on the screen as she sucked dick after dick, but there was no way that she could fight her own bondage.

Every cock that filled the screen cemented her new identity in her head, a reminder of her confidence and her purpose.

Breed and lay, breed and lay. Be the best servant that you can by making more servants, she thought, rolling her hips as much as the leather restraints allowed her. Be the best egg-layer around, attract more studs to breed more sluts. Attract more studs to breed the other females in the city and in the tower and in the harem.

She was a walking billboard, an advertisement for the breeding that needed to happen. She needed to give everyone what they needed, and she needed to let herself be what they needed.

Slut.

Breeder.

Whore.

Anything that they required, anything that got that dick hard, anything that made them want to bend her over and use her for the cum-dump that she was, she would do, and if they got her gravid, if they had her bearing eggs at the end of it, then she had done it right.

She arched her back against the seat, feeling her pussy clenching down on nothing again, her body aching for the pleasure of a real male down there, the sense of a real cock between her legs.

Give it to me. I need it. I need to be your breeder. I need to start laying eggs. I need to feel my belly stretch, to feel my pussy open up for the eggs of the next generation.

The film continued, teasing her, giving her all sorts of ideas, all sorts of needs for the different partners she might have. Dragons, horses, kobolds, lizards, anything that was big enough to fill her and stretch her and worth carrying the genes of.

By the time that Engy returned, she was on a sexual warpath, her mind filled with nothing more than the need to breed and suck and fuck. She even eyed the metal-armed dragon with a wanton gaze, her mind focused on the first real dick that it had seen in too long to the exclusion of almost everything else.

The yellow dragon looked down at her, and then across at her...her...

Wife?

Partner?

No, stud. There was another stud. Now that she was more focused, Samantha could smell Jo much better, and the smell was enough to set her head spinning with need. She couldn't turn to look, but god, she wanted to see how big and powerful that cock actually was, how deep it would be able to go into her belly, how much it would seed her womb and leave her with enough eggs to bring about a whole generation of new kobolds.

And yet, the dragon pulled her attention back to him, having her look him in the eye before turning her head left, right, then left again.

"Looks like the hypnosis has settled in."

"Mmmph...fuck yes, it has."

"You don't seem to mind anymore."

"Oh god, no. I love it. It makes my whole body feel good. Everything...everything just wants to breed, but it feels better than what I had before."

"You think that you would breed with me?"

"Dragons are the most ideal partners, then other kobolds, then anything else that's big and strong enough to pin me down and take it."

It was almost like a conditioned response, but she didn't mind it. It was something that felt pretty right, all things considered, like she was just telling the truth, giving the facts as they stood.

Engy smiled, nodding at her and patting her on the head. For some reason, that soft touch was actually rather nice.

"And you?"

Joseph growled under his breath. It didn't matter that he was the shortest person in the room at four feet tall, that the female at his side was about a foot taller than him. What mattered was that he was the one that was the stud, the one with the big fat dick, the one that deserved the female and the chance to rut her before this yellow dragon had the chance.

"I'm a fucking stud, and I need a pussy to jam full of my cock. I need someone to rut, someone to empty these balls into before I go completely insane."

"You look like you changed a lot."

"You fucking set it up. I went through hell here. My balls...oh my fucking balls..."

They might have been milked hours ago, drained of six liters of cum, but they were all the way back to full, now. They were swollen and taut, tight to the point of becoming semi-transparent, where you could see different shades of color where the liquid inside sloshed about. His testicles needed someone to empty inside, now.

If it wasn't the slut breeder at his side, the former husband, the former man, he would just have to take the dragon. Fuck him into place. Show who was the top stud in the room.

"Heh..."

Engy looked between them, and the yellow dragon's cock slowly rose. The stud shook his head, still huffing, still puffing, still growling. The dragon's smile rose as slowly and steadily as his cock, however.

"I do so love it when a plan comes together. Hypnosis and corruption, what a power trip. Could not have asked for a better result."

"JUST LET US FUCK!"

Joseph and Samantha shouted the same thing at the same time, and the yellow dragon almost jumped out of his scales. He fell back against the wall, knocking down the screens by accident, and the clatter shook their mouth - slightly - out of their needy trances.

But only slightly. Joseph still needed to fuck, and he could smell that Samantha still needed cock.

They managed to last for as long as it took for the dragon to unleash them from their chairs, and then they slammed together, their bodies wrapping around each other in a desperate attempt to get cock in hole, to get their bodies smashed together and humping away. It took five seconds for a proper line-up before they were falling to the floor, grinding against each other, humping away as Samantha's legs wrapped around his hips and her pussy pulled his cock all the way up to the base.

"I'll give you two some alone time," Engy said, disappearing from the room.

The End