A Good Little Egg
A chill lingers in the air as your campfire fades to embers. Perhaps a hunting trail wasn't the safest place to set up camp, but you knew you couldn't stay long. You are lucky enough to have survived a couple of encounters with the island's larger predators but it wasn't over yet. The coast couldn't be that far off now.
Every little sound you hear puts you on edge. The darkness that swallowed the forest was quickly closing in. A few hours of sleep is all you need. With that thought in mind you waste no time in smothering what is left of the fire. Paranoia prompts you to move your camping setup a little further from the trail. You did your best to cover your tracks but your scent still hung about. Time was never on your side and every second counts.
You lie down on the cot you've managed to fabricate out of sticks and large fern leaves. It isn't much but anything beats the dirt. The path forward is clear in your mind as you close your eyes and try to get whatever sleep you can. The trail is a straight shot to one final clearing. Through the treeline at the far end of it is your ticket home, that is if you could make it.
After what felt like an eternity you finally drift off to sleep. Your so-called "adventure" had turned into nothing but taking chances, what was one more? Despite your best efforts to maintain a low profile you still can't shake the feeling of something watching you. Danger has many more places to hide in the forest and can be even closer than you think.
You realize this far too late when suddenly something rocks you from your sleep. Heavy footsteps sprinting into nearby shrubbery. Not one, not two, but three sets. A dead sprint, faster than your eyes can catch whatever had made them. You lie still holding your breath. Maybe they were hunting something other than you? They're gone now, right?
Carefully you work your way up to your knees and slowly creep out from your cover. The footprints are impressive in size, almost as if they could be from a raptor. All but one set, that is. You catch a glimpse of one much larger. Three toes dug deep into the dirt. You can clearly tell how long its claws are by running your finger along its inner edge.
As you inspect the footprints you hear something rustling in the brush nearby. You turn on your heel and immediately lose your balance, causing you to crush the foliage behind you and exposing your hiding spot. Something was out there. It knows. As quietly as you can you gather your supplies into the rucksack you'd found earlier that afternoon.
Suddenly a massive hand grabs you by the shoulder and pulls you out onto the trail. In a panic-fueled frenzy you flail in a desperate attempt to stave off your attacker. Nothing connects but you fight as hard as you can. Before you have a chance to get your bearings you are pinned to the ground under the same massive foot that left the footprint earlier. Staring down at you is something peculiar, yet terrifying.
"Where do you think you're going?" A voice bellows out.
Looming above you is the form of a human/T-Rex hybrid. His arms were marred with scars from previous battles or hunts. The scar above his left eye chills your very core as he glares down at your incapacitated body. You knew there were dinosaurs on this island but this wasn't anything like you expected! Breathing is difficult as his foot bears down on your chest. His claws hang dangerously close to your face yet he takes care to not harm you with them.
"I won't ask again," his voice boomed.
You try to choke out a response. His foot is too heavy for you to muster the air to even whimper. Just when you thought he would finish you off he lifts his foot and leaves you splayed out before him. Through blurry vision you can see two other smaller dinosaurs join him.
"Heh, looks like you got one," a higher-pitched voice chimed in.
Two raptors deliberate amongst themselves what to do with you while the T-Rex stares ominously at his much weaker prey still lying at his feet. After some bickering the T-Rex raises his hand demanding their silence. They stand there watching. Though they haven't said anything you can almost hear their thoughts. You're done for.
Something dangles from the T-Rex's hip in the faint moonlight that bled through the treetops. Slowly he reaches for the object and taunts you. There's a chain attached to it, but what for? On his other hip you can see something else hanging as well, though it doesn't look like it's connected to anything. After watching your terror-filled eyes track his mysterious item he begins his approach.
"On your knees," he orders.
You try your best to ignore the pain in your ribs as you do as instructed. He glances over at one of his raptors and issues an order in a hushed tone. One of them has a bag of some sort slung over his shoulder. He opens it and reaches inside for something before stopping and grimacing in your direction.
"Well, I suppose our little supply run didn't turn up empty handed, now did it? What's your name, runt?"
You respond. He nods before cackling to himself.
"Not anymore--"
He places a hand on top of your head and cocks it to the side. He then cocks it the other way all while inspecting his new catch.
Without letting go he belts out, "Sit, runt."
You do as your told. He cocks your head back to it's normal position before kneeling down in front of you. His eyes meet yours as his lips curl into a wicked grin. Suddenly you feel him putting something around your neck. It locks in the back with a loud CLICK! It becomes clear what the object is that he taunted you with. A chain now connects you to his hip by your neck. The padlock holding it together means you aren't going anywhere anytime soon.
"Look at you. You follow orders like the perfect pet," he chides as he runs his clawed finger under your chin.
Tears stream down your face as he retrieves a set of manacles from somewhere else on his belt. He locks them around your wrists before fastening the chains to your collar's loop like a makeshift yoke.
He sits you back down before untying and removing your boots. With one hand on your already sore chest he forces you onto your back before removing your pants. You watch as he tosses your boots and pants into the brush. Your shirt is easily split from your body with his claw as he slices it like paper. He lifts you by your collar to your feet once more leaving you standing in nothing but your briefs.
Before the raptor can approach the T-Rex stops him.
"Hold off until we get back. I want my little pet cleaned first," he commands as he lightly fondles your genitals.
He grins and strokes you a few more times. You don't want to admit it but it's extremely arousing. Judging by how quickly your flaccid cock sprang to attention he could see it too.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he taunts.
The last piece of gear was already in his hand before you could utter a response. His fingers pinch your nose forcing you to open your mouth. Suddenly you feel a ball lodge itself between your teeth as a leather panel presses against your lips, concealing your mouth entirely. You feel the straps of your new muzzle press into your head as they are being tightened. Another click of a lock seals the deal and ensures your silent obedience.
You follow behind your captors as they lead you down the trail and to the clearing. Your heart sinks as an outbuilding comes into view. Another dinosaur you haven't seen before opens the gate and ushers you all in. Cold and exposed you continue your shame-filled march past many other raptors whose eyes scanned your almost-naked body. They call out to you and laugh amongst themselves. Out of embarrassment you close your eyes and try to ignore them, nearly tripping over a rock in your way.
"Keep up, runt!" The T-Rex barks at you before giving your chain a hard jerk.
He leads you up the steps of an old run-down building. It's concrete walls were covered with moss and very uninviting. This must be the old complex that you had heard about before. What are these dinosaurs doing with it? Through some miracle they even have the power working again.
The floor tile crumbles beneath your bare feet as you are lead down a dimly lit hallway. Through open doorways you catch glimpses of the other inhabitants going about their business. Some were cleaning weapons while others ate food or conversed with one another. Occasionally some would lock eyes with you as though they longed for your arrival.
The hallway opens up to a much larger room with pillars covered in moss. Torches fixed to the pillars light the way to something that struck fear into your heart at first sight: a throne. The T-Rex removed the chain from his belt before handing it to one of his accomplices. He took his seat in the throne and beckoned the three of you forward.
"So what do we have here, hm? I didn't think I'd find one of you lost in the woods like a child looking for its mother," he teased.
He began to grill you with questions, every so often mocking you to remind you of the gag in your mouth. Questions of why you were there, what you expected to find, and how one could be so weak and helpless were among the many that were hurled at you.
One of the raptors forces you to your knees once again.
"Don't you know how to greet your master, runt? The audacity of someone such as you to even walk on my soil and you won't bother to pay tribute to it?!"
A hand grabs the back of your head and forces you to prostrate. As you breathe terrified breaths through your nose you suddenly begin to feel something trickling down below. A warm, dark spot in your briefs began to form before urine began to trickle onto the floor. The room fell silent.
"...and you're not even housebroken? Who would let a hatchling like you wander out into the woods?"
The T-Rex rose from his throne and knelt down in front of you. He grabs your chin and forces your face to meet his.
"Or do pets like you just need to be trained better, hm?"
He pulls you back to your knees before inspecting the bulge in your briefs once more. A sly grin forms on his face once more as he snaps your waistband. Just out of sight he motions for the raptor who carried the bag to come forward. You're brought to your feet as you feel the raptor making quick work of sliding your soaked underpants down to your ankles. Your erection is standing at full mast as you're helped out of them like a toddler getting ready for bath time.
Training pads are laid out behind you as you are placed on your back. You watch, aroused yet curious, as the T-Rex stands back and the raptor takes his place.
"Never thought I'd be doing this with someone like you, but it works. Especially for one like you who isn't potty trained," he snarls as he lifts your legs into the air.
Something soft is slid under your rear and shifted into place just under your lower back. The raptor lowers your legs and raises the front of the diaper over your throbbing cock. His tape job surprises you. Bottom tapes first, then the top, all nearly perfectly in line. Your underwear are held up to a torch to burn as you are lifted back up to kneel before your new owner.
The T-Rex spares no expense in teasing you about the dinosaur prints your diaper has. Why do they even have these? After a bit more teasing from the other two raptors he commands you to bow before him. You do as instructed but try not to bounce your face off of the floor because of your restraints.
"What are you?" He asks.
You try to answer through the gag causing an uproar of laughter to fill the room. He asks the question again this time more seriously. You aren't sure if you should answer and stay silent.
"You are going to be a good boy, are you not?" he asks.
You nod.
"And do good little slaves do what is told of them without question?"
You node once more.
"Do you want to know what happens to slaves who disobey their owners?" The T-Rex asks menacingly as he strokes your chin with his claw.
You shake your head quickly as a tear rolls down your cheek. He wipes it with his finger before cooing at you like a child. He slips a finger down the front of your diaper and gives it a playful tug.
"Don't worry, little one. You'll be in these for a long time. Crying is okay for small, pitiful little hatchlings like you. If you expect a diaper change it's the only way you're getting one, understood?"
Your cheeks turn a shade of red as you nod in agreement. He unlocks the gag and loosens the strap. Spit dribbles from your mouth as the ball that filled it is freed from your teeth.
"Looks like you'll need a bib too when master feeds you, won't you, runt?"
As if on cue you feel a bib being tied around your neck. Your cock begs for its sweet release as you and your owner return to his throne. His bulge swells in the front of his trousers as he studies you intently. His fly opens with ease as he presents your dinner to you.
You need no additional command. Your master's lethal and imposing form is too much for you to handle. You place your chained hands on his muscular thighs and allow the head of his cock to enter your lips. He lets out a slight moan of approval as your mouth works the length of his shaft. His hand guides yours to his balls as he begins to caress them with own fingers. His other hand rests on the back of your head as you continue to prove your worth to him.
His cock throbs in your mouth as you work faster and harder. Your throat expands to fit his majesty as your nose looms nearer to his crotch.
"Such a good little egg, aren't you?" He moans as he guides you on his cock.
Your master huffs and growls as you work your hardest to please him. His head tilts back as his hand suddenly forces your lips to the base of his cock. Glug, glug. As he reaches his climax you eagerly swallow your meal you've worked so hard for. His hot load is enough to make you spurt your own into the front of your diaper.
You feel weak, pathetic, and enjoy every minute of it. You want to rub yourself. The chains fastened to your collar keep you on your best behavior for your new master. The diaper looks like a tent between your legs as you struggle for your own release. After a moment your master looks down at you and grins. He strokes your hair with a gentle brush of his massive hand.
"You're a good little egg, aren't you? He knows when he's hungry," he coos at you.
He reaches down and strokes the front of your diaper. It isn't long before your ass and legs tense up from your mercifully gifted orgasm. Your moans please him. He laughs quietly as he watches your hips squirm in ecstasy and your wrists struggle against the shackles. As your climax nears its end you fall to your seat next to his foot. You can't help but smile. Master has a place for you in his kingdom. You're owned now, a good little egg, just as your master wants.