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Beating the Bitches

For Bloodgod245

By Draconicon

Brock waited in the detention blocks for the Bitches to come for him. That wasn't their names, of course, but that was how he thought of them. Bitches, too good for his cock, and yet, they couldn't seem to get enough of it.

Only if he was tied down, of course. The fucking dragonesses were always afraid of him, despite calling him an 'inferior' specimen. Oh, if they thought that he was so inferior, they would have left him alone, stayed at the other side of the facility, kept him at arm's length so that they never had to see him. Instead, they were here every other day, having him locked down, tied up, left naked save for a collar that allowed them to punish him and keep him hard.

The Bitches, a mother and daughter pair of dragonesses, were going to be here any minute. The guards had already tied him down, pumping him full of aphrodisiacs through his collar. They were eager, beyond eager, to break him down now. Something about finding a buyer, something about sending him off and making the company more money when he was completely broken down, but he didn't care. All he wanted was to get away from them. Or break them. One or the other. Either or.

He was still thinking of how he would do that very thing when the world turned upside-down. A loud buzz broke his concentration, and without warning, the metal bands holding him down to the exam table opened. He sat up immediately, swinging his legs out of range of the grippers at the base of the table, and leaped to the ground.

It was all instinct, and it was only afterward, when he realized that not only was he free, but that the door was open, that thought and understanding caught up with him. Brock looked down at his hands, and then at his reflection. A Brachiosaurus looked back at him, slightly long-necked and fat-headed, with the usual flat top of the head replaced with a red crest. He flexed his arms, and his muscles clenched, bulging out, making it hard to see anything but those various bulges.

Between his legs, like most of the dinosaurs that had been engineered here, was a cock that put the natural shafts of others to shame. It stood out at a foot long while soft, and it was hardly soft now. It grew as he looked at himself, getting thicker and heavier, and soon, it stood out at a full eighteen inches long. He flexed his hips, feeling it throb, grow, pulse, twitch.

Brock smiled. He knew exactly what he wanted to do with this. The Bitches had been on their way; they might still be in the hallway.

He found them beating on a security door, trying to get through to the other side. The mother, a red dragoness named Katrina, was desperately sliding a passcard through a scanner.

Beep. Please Try Again.

The daughter was beating on her mother's shoulder, begging her to hurry. The fear in their voices was justified; they had tormented far more than him during their time here at the facility. They were known throughout the various batches, known as the little sadists, as the ones that forced everyone else down because the subjects weren't dragons.

Well, the dragons weren't dinosaurs, either. And in his opinion, dinosaurs were markedly better.

"Come on, come on. Do it right, mom."

"I'm trying. There's something wrong with the reader."

"Well fix it!" Penelope, the green-scaled daughter, said.

"I don't appreciate your tone."

"I don't want to be stuck here!"

"Too late," Brock said.

The Bitches froze, slowly turning. Their eyes went wide as they looked at him. Despite them both being at least ten feet tall, they were small compared to him. Very, very small, and he knew it. He took one step toward them, then another.

Penelope moved first, shoving her mother forward and knocking the older woman off her feet. The red-scaled dragoness hit the floor, gasping for breath, only for Brock to step on her arm.

"Heh...you think that I'll be satisfied with just one?" he asked.

"I - you can take her first. Please, she's the one that always wanted to do this. I just went along with her ideas!"

"Fucking hell, you did!" the red dragoness shouted. "This was your idea as much as mine. You loved - agh!"

Brock stepped a little harder on her shoulder, and the older dragoness went quiet. He gestured at her.

"You. Bitch. Strip her down. Do everything I say, and I'll have you second. Do it well, and I might even do it a little nicer."

"..."

"Or I can break her arm and do you first."

That was all he had to say. The dragonesses were cowards at heart, and the moment that they realized that there was no getting him to stop, they were all about being selfish. Penelope yanked at her mom's slacks, pulling them off and throwing them over her shoulder. The lab coat that she wore went next, followed by her blouse as the older dragoness complained. There was no stopping it, though. Brock stood on her back, and the daughter was too afraid to defy him.

Soon enough, the mother was naked, exposed. She was a herm, something that he wasn't too surprised to see. She had been sporting enough of a bulge for him to spot it on previous sessions. This was just one more way that she would have tried to lord it over him.

Before the mom could complain that much, he grabbed her by the back of her neck. She gasped for breath as he lifted her to her feet, facing her away from him for the moment.

"I'm warning you now. One twitch, one little move that looks like you're trying to fight me, and I'm ripping your wings off. And I can do it. You made me. You know that."

"..."

"Understand, bitch?"

"I...I understand."

"Good."

He turned her to face him. She was terrified, and that made him harder. He had imagined this so many times in so many ways. He had wondered how he'd do it, what he'd want to do most to the two that had fucked with him so many times.

Now he knew.

He pulled her off the ground, all the muscles that they'd made him with coming in handy as he lifted her with ease. He brought her over his cock, shoving her legs open with his free hand, and lowered her down slowly. She screamed, of course. He expected that, wanted that, and her shrieks quickly went from orders to pleas.

The daughter watched, her eyes wide, her mouth hanging open. She was afraid, doubtless enough. This would be her, if he didn't tire himself out, and he had no intention of tiring himself out before he had the chance to avenge himself on the pair of them.

He yanked the mother down. Katrina gasped for breath, her mouth hanging open, her breath coming in ragged little gasps. She didn't move, didn't so much as shift as he forced his cock all the way past her entrance and into her womb. Were there eggs in there, he wondered? Eggs that were going to be spoiled from that one thrust? He didn't know, didn't care, but it would serve her right.

"Bitch."

"...Me?" Penelope whispered.

"Yes you. Get over here. I want you to fuck your mom's ass while I fuck her pussy."

"You - what?!"

"Do it, or I'll take her off and get started on you."

"P-P-Penelope...please..."

"I...Nnngh. I'm sorry, mom."

The other dragoness stripped her pants off quickly, pulling out a cock nearly the size of her mother's. It was already half-hard, and Brock wondered how many times they had talked to each other about a situation just like this. Had they ever been intimate, he wondered? Was this a punishment, or some sort of freaky reward for the pair of them?

He didn't care. So long as they did what he ordered, he didn't care.

The green dragoness jerked herself off as he lifted and lowered the red-scaled Bitch up and down his cock. It didn't take long for some sort of moisture to start opening her up. She'd been completely dry with the first thrust - not that he minded - but he felt something coming out, some sort of slime making the whole thing easier.

In, out, in, out, each thrust getting a little more intense than the one before it. The red dragoness looked at him with more than slight nausea in her eyes, as if the rut was slowly making her more and more sick with herself, but he didn't stop. As he picked up speed, he noticed that it was shifting slightly, almost like...

No, that wasn't possible.

That couldn't be.

He focused on just fucking, thrusting, hammering his cock home again and again as she moaned. She broke for a moment, her mouth hanging open in a soundless scream as her daughter finally managed to thrust upwards, inwards, all but punching into her asshole. Yet, even that seemed to fade the longer that he kept the fuck going.

Something had changed. He'd been taking all his meds, but this had to be something new. It wasn't just his cock breaking her. This was something else.

Brock grinned, looking past the melting expression of the older dragoness at the daughter. The green-scaled Bitch was already panting, gasping, shivering in fear and forced pleasure. She met his eyes for a moment, only to look away, trying to pretend that she was doing literally anything but the very thing that he had ordered her to do.

It was delicious. His cock throbbed, but he knew that he was a long way from blowing his load. He slapped the mother's ass, drawing a gasp and a moan from her.

"Don't pass out on me, Bitch. You're going to have my eggs today...and I can't wait to see you bloat."

"Nnngh..."

"And you...other Bitch...you'll get them too. Don't worry...you'll get them, too..."

The End

Summary: A continuation of the dino-engineering stories, where a male gets free and goes after some asshole doctors.

Tags: M/H, M/H/H, Incest, Dinosaur, Dragoness, Humiliation, Rape, Vaginal, Anal, Forced Incest, Mother/Daughter, Speciesism,