The White Cock Inn
The White Cock Inn Chapter One


The lonely road crossing deep in the Vynlar Woods was the perfect spot for a roadside inn; three roads converged at that one spot. It helped that one of them was a king's highway, built by the king so he could move troops around his lands. The highway was well-maintained, whereas the crossing roads were merely mud tracks in comparison to the kingdom's wide, stone-covered king's road. The inn had been built almost as soon as the roads, and had passed from one owner to another over the years. The wooden sign, with a white painted rooster on it, had hung there ever since.


Liam and his buxom wife, Neriah, had been there for almost five years, along with their sons, Remy and Nigel, and their eldest being a daughter named Imelda. It was a lonely life for them at times, especially in the late winter when the number of travellers slacked off. The lads chopped wood for the fires, while Neriah and Imelda made sure the inn was cleaned from top to bottom. They also cooked dinner for them and any travellers who might stop by during those short, cold days. Liam was off to the city; he would return with a wagon loaded with supplies of food and drink.


It was a late winter evening, and a bitter wind was whistling as it swept down from the tall northern mountains. The frozen ground was littered with a light flurry of newly-fallen snow; the roads were still passable, however, few folks travelled them at this time of year. Nigel had just come back outside after having carried an armload of wood in for the fires. Remy was taking a little rest from splitting; his axe was still buried in the round he had been splitting. 


It was Nigel who noticed the traveller, a figure bundled in furs, striding slowly down the north road out of the mountains. Moving up, Nigel pointed out the lone figure to his brother. Remy had been facing back towards the inn, so he hadn't noticed him. Remy turned, and the two young tigers watched the lone traveller slowly approach. He didn't look like a very wealthy traveller—he wasn't in a carriage, nor did he seem to have a lot of baggage, other than the pack on his back and a few belt pouches. The young feline wasn't that surprised to see the black-furred muzzle; black bears came down out of the mountains all the time now, looking for work in towns and cities. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary, other than the time of year. Travel through the mountain passes would have been very difficult; the snow up there was pretty deep this late in the year. Like most of his kind, this bear had wide shoulders, although his belly hinted at a more prosperous standing than that of a dock or warehouse worker. As the stranger drew nearer, the two tigers could see an expensive-looking purple silk robe with bright gold trim along the edges beneath those furs.


"Hale... and welcome, traveller," Remy called out cheerfully, just like his father always did when a traveller came into the inn. Nigel elbowed his brother in the ribs; there was something he didn't like about this bear. The muzzle bore a kind of tired frown, yet his shiny, dark lips rolled back to reveal a big, white, fanged smile. His fur was greasy, combed back from his shiny muzzle, with snowflakes clinging to his coal-black fur.


Holding up one paw, the older bear flashed the two felines a wide smile. It was a predatory grin that made Nigel feel intensely uncomfortable. Still, he couldn't help but notice the huge claws on the stubby fingers of his rather broad paws. The bear looked over the pair of young tigers with his beady black eyes, the smile on his wide muzzle acting as a mask hiding the wicked thoughts in his head. Carefully, he probed the minds in front of him, testing each of the two in a subtle manner.


"Well met... good to see a warm, dry inn," the powerful predator grunted, opening up his fur coat a bit as he left the road to move closer to the pair, both of whom he easily towered over, although the felines were on the tall side for their species. "I've been on the cold, dark road for days... I can hardly wait to get a hot meal in my belly and a soft bed under my back." The furry-muzzled older bear flashed the brother a suggestive smirk as he strolled up closer along the stone-lined path, glancing back over his broad shoulder as if he were afraid of being pursued.


Luckily, the snow in the mountain passes would be blocking any pursuit for at least a few months. "Of course, I wouldn't say no to a bit of company... if you know what I mean." There was little to no doubt he was slyly inquiring if the inn had a comfort female working there, something many innkeepers provided to make a bit more money off male travellers.


"You'll find all of that right inside..." Remy answered with a welcoming smile, the rather innocent feline not picking up on the old bear's inquiry about a comfort girl. Remy had led a somewhat sheltered life, whereas Nigel had accompanied their father to the city more than a few times. Staying overnight at inns there, he had learned about the ways that males other than his father ran things.


"Well, food and a bed anyway," Nigel confirmed as he looked the traveller in the eye, the tiger suddenly feeling the urge to run and hide somewhere. "Dad doesn't allow anyone to have company in the rooms," Nigel snorted, wondering why he was feeling so frightened of this guest—after all, he or his brother could no doubt easily overpower and toss the old bear out if needed. "How in the world did you get through the pass in this weather?" Nigel asked sharply, when the older bear looked him over coldly.


This one is going to be more dangerous than his brother. The bear thought.


"I just barely beat the blizzard, but my mount died after I got through," the ursine explained with a grunt as he moved off the road and a bit closer. It was, in fact, the truth; if he hadn't ridden his stolen mount to death, he would never have made it over the pass. "It was just hitting as I started... The pass is snowy and closed for the winter now," he asserted with a grunt, hoping that his enemies would give up the pursuit. Although he had left some bad feelings behind: the chief's son and a dozen more higher-ups neutered, wives pregnant with his offspring, the old shaman dead, young warriors ashamed after the way he had abused them, just to add a little extra to the list.


"I see... Keep chopping, Remy. I'll show our guest in and get him sorted," Nigel ordered, much to his brother's annoyance. Just because he was a few minutes older, Nigel always tried to order Remy around.


"What... wait, I've been chopping all morning," Remy protested. They normally split the work, each chopping for a while before switching roles. Nigel had been planning to switch out with his brother soon, and it was true that Remy had been using the axe for a long while. Nigel frowned at his brother for a moment before snorting.


"Okay, you show him in and get him into a room," Nigel said, moving past his brother to grab the axe handle, thinking that having the tool in his paws might make him feel more secure. "But come right back; we still have two more wood boxes to fill before it gets too dark to see." However, even with a deadly weapon in his paws, Nigel felt an intense thrill of fear as the bear waddled past him. Nevertheless, he couldn't figure out why; the bear had only a small belt dagger and a carved walking stick for weapons.


"Don't worry, I won't keep yer brother long," the nasty old bruin snickered, clapping a huge paw on Nigel's shoulder in passing. Once again, a shiver ran down his spine even as he watched the fat bear lay an arm over Remy's shoulder. There was nothing overtly mean or aggressive about that action, but it still made Nigel worry about his ‘little’ brother. Chattering happily to their older guest, Remy seldom got to talk with travellers given that their father generally kept them too busy for such interactions. Revelling in the opportunity, he eagerly asked questions about the lands north of the mountains, while babbling about the inn and his family to the old bear.


…..


The big bruin allowed the tiger feline to lead him into the inn, with Remy taking the bear's terse answers in stride. It seemed that he was accustomed to receiving curt responses or even having his questions ignored by those he spoke to. "Ok... ok... ok," Remy stammered as he hurried around the front desk, grabbing a key off the hooks on the wall behind it. "I'm going to put you in our best room, at the back where the sound from the taproom won't be a bother to you," Remy explained as he reemerged to where the bear stood, noting that the room was ten coppers or three silver lordies a night. The smirking bear fished out a ragged coin pouch and tossed the tiger a single gold coin. "Oh, wow... umm," Remy stared at the coin in amazement, having never seen a gold sovereign in his entire life.


"We can work out my change before I leave," the bear snorted, knowing that he would be taking the coin back before he left. Just then, a swinging door pushed open, and a hefty, middle-aged tigress looked out into the room.


"Remy, dear, who are you talking to?" she asked, looking at her son, even as Remy turned back around to look at his mother. The pretty feline stepped out of what was very obviously the kitchen, looking around as the bear grinned in delight. He could certainly work with this. The big old bruin felt his already half-mast stiffen even more. Things were going to get very interesting.


"We've got a guest, Mom... I was just going to show him up to a room," he explained happily, showcasing the grinning bear to his mother. As he put the big shiny gold coin into his father's strongbox behind the counter, the bear stood there unbuttoning his heavy fur coat. 


His powerful chest was plainly defined beneath those silk robes, and Neriah got the feeling that he was trying to show off a bit to her. The buxom female flashed him a big friendly smile, while not welcoming the rough bear presence. However, she had worked in this industry long enough to know how to treat guests, even ones she didn't like the looks of.


"Well met," she greeted their guest with her biggest friendly smile as the big bear strolled over in front of her. "I'll have dinner ready in perhaps half an hour... in the meanwhile, Remy can show you up to your room." Neriah could almost feel the bear's leering gaze crawl over her; plainly, he was looking her over in undisguised lust. It wasn't like it was the first time it had happened; serving travellers over the years, she had gotten it often. It was vaguely complimenting in a way, yet this time it unnerved her more than she cared to admit.


"Perhaps you could bring dinner up to my room later," he grunted suggestively, reaching out to run his fingers through the fur of her head. Neriah pulled back faster than he could reach out, or so she thought; the middle-aged lady did her utmost to hide her utter repulsion at his open invitation. 


The bear's beady eyes wandered down to her chest, staring at her cleavage as he smirked. "Plainly, this Inn will never run out of milk... Heh." Neriah bit her lip at that taunting statement, feeling dirty just from being this close to the obviously lustful male.


"I suppose if you're too tired to come down, I could have someone take dinner up to you," the tigress agreed softly, even as his next comment made her even more uncomfortable. She was liking this guest less and less, even as he smirked at her in obvious desire.


"If your mate is away," the grinning bear chuckled. There was little doubt where his thoughts were heading—it almost made Neriah feel sick. "Perhaps you would be interested in keeping me company later... there would be much more coin in it for you, naturally." There it was, out in the open. She took a step backward, crossing her arms over her chest.


"Or perhaps you like babbles," he produced some jewellery from one of his pouches, his grin growing wider as he saw her eyes shine at the glittering gems. Still, she wasn't a lowborn inn whore, and Neriah was certainly not at all interested in spending more time with the bear.


"My husband will be home by morning, and I Never keep anyone company. but him!" Neriah snapped sharply, even as she watched the older bear shrug his shoulders with a sneer. The bear pushed the jewellery back into his belt pouch, seemingly unbothered by her rejection. Secretly, he was seething with anger. So this feline thought she was better than him.


"Remy, take our guest up to his room," Neriah said dismissively. Turning around, the pretty tigress hurried back into her kitchen to get away from the lewd looks.


"Never is a very long time... who knows what the future might hold," the bear observed dryly as he slipped the feline hairs on his paw into one pocket; such things could be very useful in spellcasting, after all. He was already thinking of just what he would do, as Remy wrapped an arm around him, tugging the older male along. Most of what had passed between him and his mother had gone over the tiger's head. He knew the bear had shown off jewellery and understood that the bruin was asking for his mom to bring dinner up to his room. But the lewdness of his offer had utterly been lost on Remy, and so he happily led the way up the stairs to the guest rooms. 


…..


As they moved down the hallway, a side door was open wide as a young female came out with a bundle of bed covers in her arms. "Oh!" she exclaimed in surprise as she almost ran into them, the young tigress pushing her body up against the wall. The smirking bear looked her over with a leering eye. Clearly, she was Neriah's daughter, resembling a much younger version of her mother.


"Hey, Imelda... this is our new guest," Remy said as the young feline paused, nervously licking her lips as she looked at the big bear. Sickeningly aware of his larger body pushing up against hers, the young female stood frozen. As she gulped for breath, the musk coming from his body made her nostrils quiver. She felt a paw slide up her thigh, concealed from her brother by the old bear's form. Clearly, the older male was groping her, a situation she had never dealt with before.


"This is my sister, Imelda," Remy explained to his new friend, as the female feline looked at their new guest with a look Remy couldn’t quite describe. Her eyes widened as she felt strangely disconnected from the world for a moment.


"Ahem... ahem hi," Imelda squeaked weakly, as a hot paw pushed farther up her furry inner thigh. Already under her skirt as she stared into the grinning bear's eyes, the grinning older male molesting her right there in front of her clueless brother. "NN..nice to meet you," she continued in a meek stammer, as she felt his finger pads caress her panty clad sex. Imelda moaned softly, knowing that she should be struggling yet couldn't manage it. Glancing from the leering bear, over to her clueless brother, not wanting to cause trouble, and more than a little ashamed about her unconscious reaction to the bears bestial touch. As she could feel the moisture trickling into her panties, everything her mother had taught her about being a proper lady seemingly vanished from her mind.


"So nice to meet you as well," The smirking old bear grunted, clapping his other paw on her shoulder. While the fingers of his concealed paw toyed with her hot sex mound, his grin grew wider and more leering as he felt dampness through her silky underwear. "We will be getting to know each other better in the future," He snickered lewdly as his finger found the edge of her panties, slipping into one leg hole to fondle that dribbling bare sex. 


He watched her body tremble, as he slid his other paw down to openly grope her tits. Only disappointed in her watching brothers obliviousness, half the bears' enjoyment of females came from their husbands or fathers' horror at him using them. The tigress’ breasts were much more modest than her mothers, but he was still sure that he would enjoy them.


"I... I... gotta go, need to wash these things," Imelda panted breathlessly, as she managed to push past the bear's bulk. She wasn't under his power as such, he’d simply suppressed her inhibitions and resistance to his fondling. The female pulled away from his groping paws, so quickly that her silky panties tore slightly. Quickly, she hurried down the hallway, walking a bit oddly, confused as her wet panties clung to her quivering sex.


"She's the one who got your room ready," Remy assured the bear as he led him down to his room. Unlocking the door, the feline began to show off the space to his guest. Garr followed him into the room, closing the door behind them while Remy enthusiastically detailed the features of the bedroom: the feather bed and the silver full-length mirror—things the bear had no interest in, and so he ignored them.


Taking off his pack and fur coat, the bruin tossed them onto the bed, mentally preparing himself to magically dominate Remy's mind. Garr had been studying to become a shaman for the clan, but he was a greedy individual who had used whatever power he developed for his own pleasure. He'd exploited his position of power and trust to obtain things he couldn't otherwise have. That was the reason he was on the run; eventually, the mental domination would wear off... unless certain measures were taken that permanently ended the enslaved male's mating abilities. Of course, there were a few weak-minded individuals on whom the psionic enslavement almost never lifted. Garr had become adept at identifying those of weaker will, and he regarded the tiger he was about to control as just such a kind.


Remy wasn't even paying attention to the bear, suddenly, the air was filled with the scent of honey and butter. The tiger's nostril twitching, his pupils widening as if he had just stepped into a dark room. "And... and, ahem," Remy stammered in his rambling talk about the quality of the room, his mind blanking out for a long moment. Garr smirked at how easily this young feline's mind had been to penetration, how much control he had over Remy with only his first incursion into the tigers head. 


Most furs had to be literally raped, but this simple feline brain had been like thrusting a rock hard cock into a hot, wet willing pussy. Not that the bear had done that very often, he mostly fucked females to humiliate and break or torture their husbands minds. Garr pushed his way into the tiger's sexual memories, not finding much more than some mutual masturbation with the tiger's older brother. The feline felt the world spinning crazily for a moment, the next thing he knew he was on his knees looking up at the older bear sitting on the bed. Remy confused as to how and when the bear had taken his clothing off, glancing down he was surprised to find himself naked. 


Some part of his mind knew that he should feel embarrassed and shocked at being naked in front of a total stranger. "I... I..." He looked up into the bear's beady eyes, finding himself lost once again as the bear played with his pliant mind. As the older sneering bear smeared the finger pad that was still wet with the Remy’s sisters juices over that wide feline nose. The feline snorted and licked, as Garr invaded his mind and took control.


Remy grimaced at the foul taste on his tongue, glancing up at that furry belly hanging over his face. Feeling those strong paws holding his head, as he got pushed into the old bear's wiry pubic hair. Garr's strong musk thick in the young feline's nostrils, a part of him sickened by the rank body odour and unwashed taste of that hard dick. 


You like the taste of my cock. It makes you very aroused, your dick will now grow rock solid. The bruin's voice projected inside the tiger's head, reaching into his mind, changing it as he wanted. Shaping and moulding it like a piece of clay, the tiger was only vaguely aware that his mind was being manipulated.


"Ammm, I like the taste of your cock, the flavour of it makes my dick soooooo hard," Remy moaned breathlessly, as he eagerly shoved his mouth up and down the throbbing length of that thick organ. "Wait what?" 'That wasn't right... was it? Did he like dicks... was he aroused by sucking on them. No... no no he liked females... he was excited thinking about fem—big hard cocks!' Suddenly, the red and white striped tiger trembled, his mouth watering heavily as the filthy piece of meat thrust in and out of his eager mouth. "Amm.. Ammm.. it tastes so masculine and powerful." 


Garr chuckled, as he felt the feline's mouth grow more and more fawning on his nasty organ. Watching as Remy's eyes rolled back in his head, his tiny brain most likely being damaged by the reshaping. Not that the old bear cared at all, the tiger would never be the same after Garr got finished changing his disgust and loathing into desire and pleasure.


You love the taste sooo much... that you are going to come to my room every morning, and beg to suck my cock. Garr watched Remy quake, his mouth drooling all the harder as his mouth worked to satisfy his pleasure organ.


"Ummm I love the taste of you so much!" Remy moaned, smiling up at the homely old bear stupefied, his mouth eagerly taking that big blunt cock down his throat. "Please, let me suck your cock every morning... I want it... I need it so much. Please, I never get to do anything fun." The bear grinned widely, as the corrupted feline's mind started adding submission.


"Alright boi... but only because I like ya... and ya begged so nicely," Garr chuckled lewdly as he leaned back on the bed, so he could watch that soft feline muzzle bobbe up and down. 


You love to stroke your dick, while you’re sucking cock. Garr added, watching as Remy's hand instantly moved over to grip his little feline spike.


"Ammm yes... I get so hard when I feel your cock in my mouth. I just can't keep myself from jerking off... sucking cock makes me so excited," Remy moaned, stroking himself wildly, as his mouth suckled on that big ursine cock fawningly.


Yes, that is right... you love to catch your cum in the palm of your paw and then eat it after you spurt. You love swallowing your own cum, almost as much as you love swallowing mine. The feline male's muzzle contorted in a look of revulsion, until the old bear's powerful mind overpowered his weak will.


"Oho Gods YES! I love eating cum!" Remy moaned out in delight, as he felt the bear stiffen and throb harder as Garr struggled to hold back. The little feline eagerly suckled, as the fat bruin let out a moan of delight. His balls drawing up as his thick member suddenly released, spurting seven pent up blasts of thick gooey seed down Remy's throat. 


The tiger moaned and groaned, as he jacked off wildly for a few moments longer before filling the palm of his paw with cloudy white cum. He lifted his hard up, pulling his mouth off of Garr before Remy licked his own cum out of his hand. "Ammm..." He moaned, body shivering in delight as he savoured the salty taste of his own seed.


Alright, now get your clothing back on. I'll let you lick the rest of my body, until someone comes looking for you… Or my body is completely clean. Garr felt a surge of abhorrence from the youth, reaching deep into the tiger's brain he twisted that around to excitement and pleasure. The change left Remy laying muzzle down and semi conscious on the room floor for a long moment. Slowly, the old bear forced him back awake, and was soon laying back on the bed as Remy licked every single part of his naked body. That long powerful tongue was just finishing up, by cleaning his tailhole, when suddenly there was a knock at the door, wrapping a robe around himself, Garr gestured for Remy to open the door.


"What are you still doing up here?" Nigel demanded, as he came into the room carrying a tray of food for their guest. "You were supposed to come right back... it is too dark now to finish up tonight."


"I was just su-" Remy began to explain what he had been doing, when Garr reached into his head to shut him up. Making the feline think that what had passed between them was just too special to share with others.


"I fear it was my fault," The old bear grunted with a smirk, that much was certainly the truth. "I've been missing conversation, so I fear I kept your brother later than I should have. But I must say that I've enjoyed our time together, and I think Remy here has as well. Perhaps you will let a lonely old-timer bend your ear sometime as well?” 


When no answer came, he went on to comment on the food before him. “Yes, of course, the dinner your mother promised. I'm a little disappointed she didn't bring it herself. Well… such is life." Nigel glared over at his brother, who was just standing there grinning like an idiot.


"Yeah, sure, maybe I will, while Remy is finishing up the wood tomorrow," Nigel snorted, and then grabbed his brother, the two leaving Garr alone as he began to eat the food Nigel had brought him. Outside the winds were starting to howl, snow falling heavier, as the blizzard came down out of the mountains. There would be snow going up to his knees by tomorrow morning, waddling over to the room's small fireplace, he tossed more wood. Returning to the bed, stripping off his clothing once more before climbing into bed and blowing out the lamp.


*****


He'd planned to sleep late the next morning, however, Remy was there bright and early with a tray of breakfast. Garr let the handsome male in, ordering Remy to get the fire going again. Once the bear felt the heat filling the room, he threw the heavy bed covers back, exposing his naked body. Smiling as the feline's eager mouth was instantly wrapped around his organ, the old bear lay back watching the look of joy on him. As Remy jerked himself happily, while the smirking bruin lay back enjoying the hot food his slave had brought him. 


Fried eggs, little sausages, baked beans, rolls and gravy... all washed down with a coal dark winter ale. It had been a long time since Garr had eaten so well, and gotten oral pleasure at the same time. Things were certainly looking up for the ursine, plus, he still had all the coin and jewellery he’d looted. Garr lay back thinking about the way he’d acquired those things. 


It had certainly been pleasurable, he’d started with the old Chief's mate. And then his sons, it had been a fun game getting them alone, invading and raping their minds. He’d been clumsy at first... two of them had died from the mind break he had inflicted on them. As Shaman, he had blamed it on cursed spirits, the other three sons he had broken more carefully. It’d been a lot of work, but in time they had all called him master. And then he had taken the old Chief, a real mental battle that Garr had almost lost. With the help of the Chief and his sons, the Shaman had taken everything he wanted.


The bear's mind snapped back to the present, as he felt himself releasing a thick load into that eagerly suckling mouth. Listening to the tiger moaning in delight, as Remy gulped down those gooey spurts of thick ursine spunk. Remy's mind really had taken to the changes. The day before, the young feline had been a straight breeder. Garr had changed that easily, if the feline had more willpower, his mind would be rebelling. Instead, this sissy male had taken to his new outlook perfectly, his mind seeming to cling to the new persona eagerly. 


He watched closely, as Remy climaxed into his tiger palm, happily licking that cream up as the old bear watched with a gloating sneer. Remy obviously in ecstasy as he tasted his own cum, reaching down the older male fondled his red fur playfully. Garr slipped into the feline's mind ridiculously easily this time, like a well worn glove, Remy stared glassy eyed. You are getting pretty good at that... you know, you really should provide the service to other guests in the future. The old bear whispered inside the younger male's head, instructing him in how to offer his services and how much to charge.


"Y-you think I'm really good enough to service travellers? Yes... yes, you’re right. Every inn should have a comfort boi like me." Remy's mind once again helped things along, this tiger really did have a submissive pleasing nature to him. 


"I will use my body to make so much coin for you daddy," Remy moaned, looking up into the older male's eyes, as he finished licking up all the cum off of his hand.


Oh yes you will... And we will start your anal training soon. Get that tight little boi pussy all broken in and ready for the coming guests. Garr snickered lewdly as he finished playing around inside Remy's head, planting one last command in the youth's brain. Making sure that Remy would always take his side in any fight, even battling his own family to defend the old bruin. Making sure that Garr would always have one loyal follower here at the inn, Garr realised that he’d been very lucky to find such a weak minded dupe for his first slave. 


Come to think of it, your brother might enjoy this. You should show him what that mouth of yours can do... just don't tell him yet where you learned it. He commanded before sending the feline on his way, taking the empty breakfast tray back down to the kitchens. Putting on his light robe, he decided to go down to the main taproom just to see what was going on.


Stepping out into the corridor, Garr swaggered down the hallway to look around. Coming to an open room door, the fat bear peered inside, smirking as he saw that pretty female bend over making the bed. Slowly, Garr licked his lips, feeling cruel darkness within him yearning to break and victimise a female. Slowly, he glanced up and down the corridor, seeing no one around, he stepped into the room and closed the door. Bolting it softly so as not to alarm the helpless female inside, as he gathered his power and focused on the mind before him.


Imelda felt an unprecedented pressure within her head; the feline had never experienced anything like it. At first, it seemed like a mere headache, so she continued working to get the room cleaned and ready. But then came a sense of intrusion, of invasion—so perverse and wrong that suddenly, it provoked an urge to vomit within her. Collapsing muzzle down onto the bed she had been making, Imelda was overcome. The pressure intensified, becoming more painful than anything she had ever endured. She dry heaved weakly as the scent of the fresh sheets filled her nostrils, her mind desperately struggling to resist what was happening.


"Uhuhu!" She groaned as the pressure escalated into a powerful, stabbing blow, bringing agony and a sense of deep violation that few beings would ever experience. She screamed again and again, her mind recoiling as that painful stab morphed into a relentless rhythm assaulting her very self


The big bear watched the sleek striped feline collapse, half on half off the bed as her body withered and twisted. His experienced mind mauling her virgin one, amused as he watched her will crumble as he brutalised her brain. Enjoying her fear... pain... despair, the pleasure of violating her mind, almost sweeter than the pleasure he would get from her body. Not that he was going to pass it up, slowly he stalked over to where she lay whimpering and moaning on the bed. Opening his robe to expose his hefty middle aged body, his veiny organ jutting out like the massive bludgeon weapon that it was. 


"UHUHUU!" The pretty tigress squealed out a bit louder, as he pounded his way through the barrier defending her mind's virtue. Reaching down, he spread her sharply feline legs apart wider, shoving her dress up as he saw those silky panties. Clinging her damp sex, grabbing them, the bear roughly pulled them down her legs. Before lifting them up, the scent of feline arousal tangy in the air making him smirk. No matter how many victims claimed to hate this, they always got wet from him brutalising their minds. Males, females, it made no difference, they were all dripping by the time he forced his way inside of their heads.


Gripping her sleek furry hip's in his big powerful paws, the older bear lifted that sexy feline rump up. Lining up his cudgel with her cute little dripping slit, pushing his throbbing tip up against that velvety female flesh. The helpless tigress mewled and struggled ineffectively, the defilement of her body secondary to the molestation that was going on inside her mind. 


'Slurp' Garr grinned as he felt his massive organ pushing into her, coming up against the springy flesh barrier of her hymen. "Heh, so ye've never been bred. How special that I'm gunna be yer first," the bear laughed gloatingly, running his big paws over her furry round ass-cheeks. It was tricky juggling his mental abuse with the real world, however, Garr was very experienced by now. At last his mind had a firm grip on hers, it fluttered and struggled like a small bird in his grip. It was pleasurable knowing he could crush it if he wished, Imelda was totally within his power at the moment. Lazily, he looked over the things she was most ashamed of, grinning as it started out rather innocently. Giving a local farmboy she liked a hand-job, letting him use his finger on her. The bear smirked because his cock was inside of her at that moment, pushing more and more firmly until he felt her maidenhood give way. He let out a moan as with a gasp, his full length slammed into Imelda’s feline depths.


The next thing made him snicker lewdly, an old inn regular cornered her alone in the privy, the drunken male offered her coin to tug him. She wanted to buy a new dress, only needing a bit more money to stroke his fat organ. It was so much bigger than her boyfriend's organ, she had meant for it to be just a one time thing. And yet he kept coming back, soon, all the older taproom regulars were asking her to do it. Asking her to use her mouth on them, she had resisted that at first, resisted and resisted. Until one night her mother and father had left her alone to serve the regulars, she had been excited about the added responsibility at first. 


Things had been fun serving drinks being the centre of attention, they had gotten her to drink with them a little. Until she’d found herself intoxicated in the privy, the musky smell and salty taste of their throbbing members. Afterwards, there was laughing and taunting, the regulars telling her it’d become a regular thing: unless she wanted her mother and father to know. 


Garr snickered as he watched her kiss her boyfriend, the same mouth her boyfriend's own father had filled with cum only a short time before. The pretty feline glanced around sharply, suddenly aware the bear was watching, as Urus suckled on her cum coated tongue.


No! You're not allowed here... this is my memories, my secrets! She whimpered, realising that she couldn't stop the intruder from seeing anything that he wanted, doing anything he wanted to her. Despair and helplessness swept her, as the grinning bear brutalised her.


Everything you have... everything you are now belongs to me. The bruin drew back, until only the tip of his mighty organ was inside of her. Feeling that feline fuck pit squeeze and tremble on his cock head, plainly that wanton orifice was wanting more of what he had to give. Even as her mind fought a losing battle against him, Imelda's will was brutalised and savaged almost to the point of deadly break. 


Garr had gotten well practised at pushing the limit, taking his victims right up to the point of deadly mental break. Teasingly, he showed her what was happening in real life, letting her watch as he pumped in and out of her bleeding sex. 'Shlop Shlop Shlop' The air filled with the sound of his thick dick, moving in and out of her creamy wet sex. Let her feel a taste of the pleasure her formerly virgin hole was giving him, feeling her pussy grow even wetter. 


Urus thinks he's getting to be the first male to enjoy this... on yer wedding night. Hahah! Garr forced the memory of Urus's tiny dick into her mind's eye, and then the image of his much oh so larger ursine organ beside it. By the time I'm finished stretching you out, you won't even feel that tiny spike of his. Maybe you'll even be fat with my offspring!


"No!" The tigress attacked furiously for a moment, struggling to push him out... to hurt the nasty older bear who was taking control of her. The savagery of her mind's counter attack surprised him for a moment, but it was a desperate last grasp of defiance. Once it burned out her mind was totally open to him, Garr chuckled darkly as the whole of her was laid out helplessly before him. Like her body had been this whole time, grasping her repulsion and disgust at what he was doing. Twisting it into pleasure and excitement wasn't an easy task, which spoke to the depths of those emotions within her. 


You want me to fuck you hard. He planted inside of her, it took much more effort to control her like this than it had with Remy.


"Uhu uhu uhu... Yes... Uhu fuck me harder stud," The pretty feline moaned out loudly, her voice quivering with desire as the older bear pumped his fat organ in and out of her faster. Enjoying the slickness, as the tigress bucked and humped with steadily growing desire. 


Yer a slut. He stabs into her mind, feeling an instant surge of rebellion from her at that. 


"No no no, I'm not." Imelda denied weakly, strangely enough, her body was pushing back even more eagerly. 


Yer my slut. Her mind trembled and struggled again, however it was even more broken down and weak now. 


"Uhu gods I belong to you; I am your slut," the feline blurted out a bit too fast, he knew what that meant from experiencing it in the past. He’d have to reinforce the mental command later, luckily the bear planned to stay all winter so there would be plenty of time.


"Hahah... yes you are!" Garr could feel the loathing and abhorrence boiling in her mind, honestly, it aroused him intensely knowing she felt that way about him. Soon he would change those feelings, force her to like what she had once detested. And when he was finished she would never even realise that he had done it, she would really believe that it was the way she had felt about him the whole time. But first he would need to overwhelm her, it could be with either pain or pleasure. However, using pain would draw far too much attention, the damage done to her body and blood stains in the room would be too hard to cover up. Better to do only mental damage, and use sexual pleasure to overwhelm her mind. 


You love my big hard cock. Garr rolled his fat furry hip's, savagely plunging his thick invader in and out of that flesh young pussy. Moaning at how much pleasure the helpless tigress was providing him. Say it... tell me you love my big hard cock. The old bear demanded, as he felt her will to resist him vanish under his lustful assault. Reaching into it, he began to change all kinds of things, taking away the guilt and disgust she felt at selling her mouth to the regulars. Putting joy and sexual excitement back in their place, it was not an easy task; everything he did took a great deal of his mental strength.


"I love your big hard cock! I love your big hard cock! I love your big hard cock!" Her ravished mind was trying to protect itself, Garr knew that he could use that as she began to feel more close to him. Reaching up, he gripped her firm breasts, gripping her tiny nipples, squeezing and tugging on them roughly. 


"Uhuuu gods yeah." Imelda moaned out breathlessly, while he plunged relentlessly in and out of her dripping pussy. "Yes... Oho yes... fuck me... ride me," the tigress moaned loudly, now as the sexual pleasure built within her. Soon, she was eagerly and excitedly fucking back on that throbbing dick, as Garr's will reworked her pathetic mind to change her into his willing slut. The big ursine felt delightful pleasure, as his fat organ speared balls deep inside of her over and over. The lustful rutting made the tigress scream and squeals loudly, as that hard rutting pushes her over the edge. 


"Rrrreaow!" Imelda howled as a powerful wave of orgasmic pleasure thundered through her furry body. Filling the room with the strong scent of feline sex, even as the grinning bear hammered away inside of her pussy with his pride.


"Ime... are you alrigh-" A tiger started to ask, pushing the door open. Standing there staring at the pair of rutting figures, Nigel was stunned as he watched his sister bucking back on the smirking older bear's massive cock. "Wha... wha..." The wild eyed feline stammered in shock and disgust, watching Imelda throwing herself back on the ursines male-hood. He gulped in awe at the size of the bear, his balls slapping against Imelda's pubic mound rhythmically.


"You know very well what is going on, little brother," Imelda moaned with a gloating sneer on her pretty muzzle. If Nigel hadn't been so stunned by the sight, the feline might have noticed the look on his sister's pretty muzzle was very much unlike any he had ever seen her make. 


"I heard the story you told your friends, about mounting that wolf bitch comfort girl at the inn in the city you and father stayed at. Or are you just shocked to see what a real male cock looks like." Reaching back, she ran her finger pads over Garr's thick shaft, as the bear just stood there grinning at the startled feline. Nigel's mouth was gaping open, as he couldn't rip his eyes away from the erotic show going on right in front of him.


"I doubt that pussy... felt anywhere near as good as your sisters here," Garr taunted, as he reached out into the younger male's mind. Normally there would have been a much more solid barrier up, but the shock and arousal had left the male's mind very vulnerable. "Close the door boy. I don't care which side of it you are on, but I think we both know, you want to watch me fill yer sisters cunt with my seed." Stepping into the room, he closed the door shut behind him, and leaned back against it. Watching wide eyed as the hefty old bear, gripped those sleek striped hip's with his huge paws. Rutting that dripping fuck hole roughly, 'Shlop Shlop Shlop Shlop' filling there air with the scent of tight feline pussy. The handsome feline stood there staring open-mouthed, gulping and gasping for breath as Imelda rode that thick bruin cock. Nigel's wide pink feline nose darkened, as he blushed hard, feeling his dick stiffening within his trousers. 


The old bear's will was weakened from the struggle the young tigress had put up, he would never have been able to force his way inside Nigels mind normally after that. Luckily, Nigel’s mind was filled with inner turmoil that weakened barriers he would normally have projected. Shock at the depraved show he was watching, disgust at his own enjoyment at watching his sister give herself seemingly willing to their guest. Sickened at the arousal that filled him, watching as the grinning bear just pounded into her without a care.


Suddenly, Nigel's head snapped back, eyes growing glassy as Garr breached his mind. Yer enjoying watching me take yer sisters cherry. My oho.. my what a sick little beast you are! He let out a weak pitiful groan, as the voice in his head pointed out how perverted he was.


So hard... so horny... leaking in your pants. Go on, take it out... stroke it while you watch us rut. Nigel would have liked to deny the truth in that, but before he knew what was happening his trousers were down around his knees. His paw grasping his hard little feline cock, as he rubbed it like mad watching the older male rutting his sister. 


"Ohoooo," he moaned out softly, as he watched his older sister throwing herself back onto that fat bear with undisguised lust. Nigel whimpered and moaned in wretchedness, as that voice in his head kept teasing him about getting off on watching his sister having sex with the older fur. "Oho gods... Ohooo why," the male tiger sobbed in anguish, and yet he couldn't stop himself from jacking off furiously as Garr laughed at him wickedly. 


“You wanta watch me do this to your mother... Hehe of course you do, sicko kitten!” Nigel snivelled as he felt eyes peeking into the darkest parts of his brain, the sickest most depraved desires being dragged out into the open.


"Huhu of course he does... Nigel's a mommy's boy." Imelda joked cruelly, as she looked over at her brother masturbating lewdly to the show of her being rutted. "He'd be more than happy to lick her pussy... get it good and wet for you." Garr smirked once he had gotten her going, Imelda's mind had taken it off taunting her brother in the most disgusting ways. "At least his tongue is big enough to be useful, unlike that dick... god's it's soooo tiny," the tigress teasing her brother unmercifully, as Nigel gulped and mewled in desire as he approached his peak.


And as luck would have it, the old bear was getting close to cumming after having pumped away inside of the tigress for a good hour. Now that his mind wasn't over extended, battling with the strong willed Imelda. Simply nudging Nigel's already over active brain, feeding his nasty incestuous fantasies as a way to supply and twist the tiger. 


Nigel was a perfectly normal straight male, who had discovered naughty fantasies about his mother and now sister. "Oh yeah!" The feline moaned out loudly, looking down in surprise as pleasure surged through his crotch. Seeing Remy looking up at him, as his brother's mouth suckled eagerly on that throbbing cock. It felt so very wrong, and yet it felt soooooo good at the same time. "Ummm Remy please." Nigel's voice sounded tiny and distraught, thinking that he was imagining his brother sucking him off. Not understanding that it was the old bear in his head, using the memory of Remy sucking his dick to infect the other tigers mind with the idea of his brother pleasuring him. "Naaa..." Nigel moaned out loudly as he came hard, suddenly the image of Remy was gone and the young tiger was spurting his cum onto the rough wooden floor.


"Hahaha... here it cums little pussy," Garr chuckled lewdly, gripping the sexy tigress's hips harder with his strong paws. The air filled with the sound of his thick dick spearing in and out of that well used sex, throwing his head back, he let out a loud growl. His throbbing cock tensing iron hard, his hefty balls drawing up as he slammed balls deep inside. Spurting thick gooey spurt after spurts into her womb, his balls having plenty to give even after Remy had sucked him off earlier. Below him, Imelda was twisting and yowling in pleasure, her orgasm making those pussy muscles grip and squeeze him. Finally he finished off, and then slid his dick out of Imelda's dribbling little slot. The pretty feline collapsed onto the bed, spent as he released control of her body and mind. That shapely ass was still high in the air, as her eyes rolled back in her head. Looking over at Nigel who was bent over at the waist, paws brace on his knees as he panted for breath loudly. Strolling over, Garr grabbed the panting feline by the sensitive ear, dragging him over to the bed the bear shoved Nigel's snout right up against that debauched sex.


"Wha... wha... wha?" Nigel mumbled his lips touching his sister's wet pussy lips, as his eyes looked glassy and far away while his nostrils flared.


"Go on... clean her up." Garr ordered gruffly, not bothering to use his mind to force anything. More because he was sure that he didn't need to do so, although his will was pretty much exhausted for at least eight hours. As he watched, the tiger pressed his mouth to his sister's gaping hole, suckling loudly on the grease bear milk spilling out of her. Before he began to shove his tongue inside of her, tasting the salty slime of that cum and the coppery flavour of blood from her busted cherry. 


"Once ya get it cleaned out, feel free ta have a go on it," the old bear chuckled as he belted his robe back on, before leaving them alone in the room. Waddling down the hall to the bath chamber, he washed the scent of sex off his body before going down to the taproom.


*****


The old bear sat by the fireplace in the taproom, enjoying a thick stout winter ale. The winter weather had been so bad overnight, that only a pawful of the regulars had ventured out to drink. So he had the room mostly to himself, he sat watching Remy and later a shamefaced looking Nigel hauling in arm loads of wood for the fires. Nigel's eyes avoided looking directly at the smirking bear, as he was still very much ashamed of what had happened. Garr had a vague connection to the feline's mind now, so he could sense the depths of self loathing the tiger felt about what the three of them had done. The old bear snorted in amusement, at the way some folks felt like they had to punish themselves just for having a good time. Oh well, if that was the way he wanted it, Garr would be happy to provide him with many more things to be ashamed of doing... The old bear would also be happy to help punish the tiger, he already planned to do a number of unpleasant things to the felines.


Remy on the other hand was acting like Garr's own personal servant, refilling his mug, bringing him snacks and stoking the fire. It was enjoyable at first, but soon grew rather annoying to the old bear. So he ordered Remy to go stand in the privy and offer his oral services to any of the regulars that might come in. Garr instructed Remy, to tell them that Imelda had asked him to take over while she was busy.


Soon the feline had his first customer, a grizzled old ram who seemed a bit reluctant to let a male suck him off at first. However, once Remy told him Imelda had asked him to do it, the older male gave in and exposed his long slender erection to the young tiger. Five minutes later he was very glad he did, as Remy sucked cock more eagerly and skillfully than his own sister ever had. The grinning ram was so pleased, he gave Remy eight coppers instead of the six he normally paid Imelda for the service. And better yet, he went out and sang the young males praises to the other regulars who had made it in. It wasn't long before they were all going back to give the comfort boi a try, next was a fat old bull. The smile on his muzzle when he came back made the other burst out laughing. Remy polished off the handful of regulars quickly, although a few went back for seconds. And the grinning goat went back four times before he ran out of coin, yet still managed to talk the tiger into giving him one on credit. The simply minded tiger did it, because he just liked making males feel good. Every-time Remy sucked a male off, he pictured his daddy bear grinning down at him.


The wind and snow kept blowing all day, Garr watched it out the inn's frost covered windows. Glad that he was inside where it was warm, he enjoyed a quiet lunch in the taproom. Where Remy delivered the money he had earned as a comfort boi, along with the grinning bear's lunch of beans, baked potatoes, brown bread and fried meat. Remy sat down at his table, babbling on with all the gossip he’d learned that day. Most of which the bear totally ignored, as he chewed and swallowed the food that had been brought to him. It had mostly to do with locals, all though there was a bit of interesting news. It seemed a locate noble, a young stag who had just inherited the title was planning to make the rounds. As was the custom when a new lord took over, he was sure to be stopping by the inn sometime later in the year. That made the bear smirk, if he could get control of someone like him that would be perfect.


Sitting back with a full belly, Garr was just enjoying the fire with yet another mug of frothy ale. He noticed Remy, Nigel and Neriah scrambling around. Standing up, he waddled over to the back. Glancing outside he watched as the two brothers helped an older bundled up male unloading a box wagon into the cellars beneath the inn. "Hurry up and get those barrels in the cellar boys." Liam called as he unhooked the horse, taking them to the stables for a quick rub down. So the sire had returned home, Garr watched them hurrying to unload a moment longer, before returning to his place by the fire. 


About an hour later the heavily dressed tiger came into the taproom. Greeting family and the regulars jovially, from his friendly easy going manner the bear saw where Remy got it from. Still, he was far too exhausted mentally to deal with Liam tonight, and so was just heading back up to his room. When the Innkeeper intercepted him, before Garr could get to the stairs the tall handsome feline cut him off. Liam had shed his heavy winter clothing, clad in a white linen shirt and dark woollen trousers now. He was just tying a white apron around his waist, as he stepped out in front of the older bear.


"Aha yes, our winter guest... I hope my family has been treating you right in my absences. Are you enjoying your stay with us sir." Liam called in a friendly manner, clasping the big bear's leathery paw to shake it firmly. Garr grinned wickedly as he took the tiger's paw, looking into the feline's eyes he found Liam's mental defence fairly solid.


"Oh yes, I have been most well treated," Garr agreed with a wide sharp toothed smile, as he thought about the fun he’d had with them so far. "Your two sons are diligent in their duties. Your wife is an excellent cook, and Imelda has kept everything so... clean." Garr chose his words slowly, all the while thinking about his organ popping the female’s cherry.


"Hahah well we aim to please here," The big tiger assured with a bright smile, Garr smirked knowing if Liam had any idea what the bear had already done to his offspring, he’d be trying to either run him off or kill him, luckily, Garr had already made some allies in the inn family.


"I can tell," the bear agreed with a snicker, as he patted his belly while looking around slowly.


"Will you be travelling on? Or do you plan to stay the winter?" The innkeeper inquired with a grin, plainly the idea of having a paying customer all winter didn't displease the tiger. So the feline was more greed driven than his wife... that was good to know, Garr thought.


"At first my plan was to travel on. However, the weather has taken a turn. And I lost my own mount coming over the pass, therefore I think I shall winter here. And move once the spring melt arrives, if that is alright with you of course." Garr knew the tiger would be happy to have him all winter, it was the reason that the bear had paid with a gold sovereign. "But I'll wager you had a hard few days travelling by yourself, what with the roads being covered in snow."


"Yes of course, we are more than happy to have you." Liam assured with his friendly smile, that only made the bear detest him all the more. "It was a rough bit of travel... more from the icy cold winds than the snow." The tiger agreed with a nod, as he looked the older bear up and down slowly. "Luckily I was travelling on the kings road, which made it much easier even in heavy snow. Not that it still wasn't slow going and treacherous travel," Liam pointed out quickly, plainly not wanting the bear to travel on and take his money with him.


"It's settled then; I'll winter here and once spring comes around, travel on," Garr snorted with a smirk, thinking that it was going to be a very pleasant few months, at least for him. The inn tigers might not enjoy it as much, the old bear thought with a sly sneer. "I think I'll retire for the evening... could you send my dinner up to my room when it is ready."


"Certainly." Liam agreed happily, as he thought about how much coin he was going to get from this strange traveller.


*****


Garr rested in his room the rest of the day, thinking in amusement about how frustrated his pursuers must be. He had been very lucky to have the blizzard block the pass, still, with his mount dying he’d lost a lot more than just a way to travel. Once the snow melted someone would find a treasure trove, he didn't doubt that Troth would come over the pass just as soon as he could. There was a real blood thirst in that one, and he would be chieftain as he was the only one Garr had left capable. Garr pushed those thoughts out of his mind, the winter had proved to be a harsh one so far. He had plenty of time to enjoy what fun he could here before moving on. The sun had vanished on the short winter day, there was a soft knock on the door. "Come." Garr called as he sat up, Remy came into the room with his dinner tray.


Sitting beside the old bear talking happily, about how much he had enjoyed his work as a comfort boi. Before the bear had even finished eating, the young tiger was on his knees on the front. Soon he had that thick ursine cock in his mouth, slurping and suckling on it eagerly as Garr finished his meal. "Ammm you're mouth is getting even more skilled at pleasing," the hefty older male grunted with a smirk, amazed at how well Remy was taking to his new life as a boi whore. "Are you enjoying that?"


"Amm Hmm daddy," the feline purred, looking up with love in his green eyes. Garr stroked his head, watching his handsome muzzle bob up and down that thick cock a few moments longer. Knowing Remy was stroking his own small cock at the same time, sitting his now empty plate aside, the homely old bear stood up slowly.


"Alright take off those clothes and climb up on the bed." The bear ordered as he waddled over to lock the room door, as the slender young feline quickly did as he was told.


By the time Garr had locked the door and turned around, Remy was laying on his belly nude on the bed. The tiger sniffed the pillows that were covered in the older males thick masculine scent. There was an oddly dazed look in those feline eyes, as his mind drifted back to the first time he had pleasured his daddy bear. The taste was so rank, unwashed and awful at first, now it was as sweet as honey on his tongue.


"Ammm you smell so strong and powerful daddy." Remy's muffled voice could be heard, as he nuzzled that pillow with obvious pleasure. "Are you going to teach me how to take cock up my sissy boi pussy now?" The feline asked, reaching back with both paws to spread his ass cheeks as Garr chuckled lewdly.


"Oho ho ho... that's right my sissy boi whore," the bear grunted as he waddled back across the room, grabbing a jar of scented grease from his old leather pack. "Daddy is gunna pop yer sweet little boi cherry! You would like that... right?" Garr asked with a grunt, climbing up onto the bed behind the excited younger male. Staring lustfully at that tight pink pucker, as the handsome tiger held those striped rump cheeks spread wide apart for him. The feline begging to be violated, that submissive posture making the bear intensely amused. 


"What a sexy little slut you are," Garr snickered as he rubbed a big blob of grease over that taut little butthole, feeling it quiver under the touch of his wide finger pad. "It is a shame yer pussy doesn't get wet on its own like yer sisters," the nasty male grunted, as the feline just lay there muzzle down on the pillow inhaling deeply. Garr slowly worked the lubricant into his tight hole, listening to Remy moan and mewl as his big finger stretched him open. Soon the mewling feline was chewing and biting on the pillow, as that big finger stretched the felines tight little virgin sissy cunt. Slipping his finger out of that quivering little hole, the older bear smeared the rest of the grease on his blunt cock tip.


"Time for you to learn what your sister learned; bear dick is the best," Garr growled as he climbed up behind Remy, gripping his long tail in one huge paw. While grabbing his hip with the other, pushing that wide blunt cock head against his taboo hole roughly. The young tiger yowls as his head batters against his tiny hole, the old bear's lip rolls back in a cruel smirk as he forces that virgin slot open. Remy’s claws dug into the mattress, as his body struggled not to pull away from the stiff invader. "Its gunna hurt. But you will learn to love the pain as much as the pleasure. Because you can't get one... without the other." Remy squealed out loudly, as the knob at last forced its way roughly inside of him. The sexy little tiger biting the pillow savagely, as it felt like a spear was brutally shoved up inside of him.


'Slurp' "Oho gods daddy!" the tiger squealed, as Garr’s pride rearranged his ass. A calloused paw gripped the feline's cock; rubbing the tiny spike, jacking on it playfully, making the young feline moan, pant, and push back a little. "Oh Yes.. Oh daddy bear.. I can feel you throbbing inside of me." Garr rolled his hip's, pumping the almost painfully tight hole. Making Remy moan and whimper, as the tiger got to feel what it was like to be truly owned by a big hard cock. "Oh yes daddy rut me, breed me." Again the tiger cries out, as he’s fucked hard. Huge bear balls slapping against his tiny ones. As the older male savagely manhandles his eager butt, Remy doing his best to not complain. The only thing in his rather simple mind was the desire to pleasure his big sexy bear daddy. 


Still, he was grunting and yowling softly, as that thick organ ripped his tiny little sissy pussy open. As Remy shoved his hot little anus back eagerly on to that big throbbing dick, each thrust making more and more pre-cum leak from that tiny little feline dick.


"Do you like it when daddy rubs yer worthless little kitty clit, sissy?" The nasty bear snickered lewdly, taunting the broken feline not so much to damage Remy as it just aroused HIM to do it. It was clear from the bucking and moaning, that Remy was really enjoying the feeling of that big hot paw gripping his little dick.


"Ummm yes daddy," Remy moaned, as his tight little pucker gripped and squeezed on his ursine shaft. "But... but... it doesn't matter... only your big hard cock matters daddy bear. My little spike is worthless, pointless, nobody wants it, not even me," Garr smirked, knowing the changes he had started in the young feline's head had just kept going on their own. He had played on the tigers own inferiority complex, all his life his family had been building it within his mind. Now it was the perfect tool for the failed Shaman, they had crafted Remy into the perfect submissive slave. All it had taken was Garr to come along and start him down the path that his loved ones had already laid out for him.


"Haha... that's right." His big paw moved up to grip that soft furry body. Rutting and pounding harder, as the slender feline grunted and chewed on the pillow. His hot little asshole gripping and squeezing weakly, as that thick dick utterly wrecked it. The old bear laughed more and more delightedly, as he took all of the pleasure that the younger feline had to give. Humping and grinding like a feral beast, driving his thick organ brutally and deep within that velvety flesh. Growing more and more excited, biting and clawing on that passive body under him. 


Remy was hurting, but at the same time completely giving himself over to the bear's sexual pleasure. Mewling and squealing now, as the bear injured him while enjoying the pleasure of that sweet slut hole. Remy's stiff little kitty clit spurting his cum onto the bed sheets, as that fat ursine cock beat relentlessly against the sissy gland within him. That big blunt bear cock pummeling it savagely, every powerful strike making more and more hot slimy seed spurt out onto the bed. "Tell daddy what you love." The nasty older bear ordered, his voice stern and powerful as he spoke to his sissy slut. There was a loud 'Smack' as that big paw smacked into the young feline's tiny, trapped, nuts, making his body jump, his cock flexing.


"Ahaaa." Remy moaned, his head dropping back down... even as his nuts were abused over and over. 'Smack smack smack' "I love to be dominated, humiliated, denigrated, degraded, pissed on, I love to be used sexually by other males. I-I love to... to be vitiate, desecrate, violate, exhibited, being made to lick all of a males musky bits, being butt fucked, servicing ferals sexually." The tiger moaned pitifully, as he was forced to admit all his naughtiest desires to the big bear who was abusing him.


"Nasty little dick," The leering bear smiled broadly, nodding slowly as Remy's confession rolled forth, spilling over his lips and making the big ursine smirk widely. He slowly lowered his huge paw, grinning and stroking his fingers to caress those tiny, bruised feline orbs. "I see," He said, thinking it was nothing he didn't know already having seen it within his mind, and that the tiger was going to do all of that and more. It was after all, the reason that the feline was such a nice prize for him. He slowly squeezed Remy's fuzzy sack, lifting a huge paw to stroke over the tigers sleek hip slowly. 


Garr's cock thickened between those sleek, muscular rump cheeks as he pounded away lustfully inside that hot little rump. Slowly, almost painfully tantalising the tiger, he bit at his neck, and his jawline. Garr played the talking game, grinding his thick cock in that velvety feline. This was a tricky proposition, making him feel possessed, submissive, punished by his own desires... that was easy. But encouraging his subconscious need for enslavement, to overcome his conscious desire for freedom was a bit harder. The tiger moaned softly, as he felt that cock head deep inside his tight anus, he was feeling very aroused from the old bear's talking. He was eagerly pushing back, as the bear chewed on his shoulder while pounding that ravished hole.


"Do you like sliding onto my cock, little sissy?" He questioned with a grunt, feeling the tiger's hole grip his fat cock tighter as he asked the question. No matter what the feline said, it was obvious his body was loving that big bear dick.


"Ahaha... gods Yes," Remy moaned out loudly in answer, as the blunt cock head pounded against his pansy gland over and over. The pleasure quickly built within that round bubble butt, as Garr slammed in and out like a massive rutting machine at full throttle.


"You can thank me," Garr groaned as his hefty balls repeatedly smacked against those tiny feline nuts over and over with a soft 'Whap Whap Whap'.


"Ohooo Thank You Daddy... thank you for showing me how to please a male... for showing me my place... for breaking in my sissy cunt," the feline rambled wildly, as the bear threw his head back bellowing in pleasure. His hefty nuts drawing up as that huge cock tensed and then released seven powerful spurts of bear cum into that eager squeezing boi cunt.


"Ahaha yeah," Garr moaned breathlessly, as his orgasmic pleasure melted into a blissful afterglow. "This cunt is worth three times what ya charge for yer muzzle! And yer gunna be selling it to every male that comes in here... between this and yer sisters pussy. I'm gunna be rollin' in coins," the big old bear snorted, rolling off the feline's back, to lay next to him in the bed panting for breath. Remy moved down to suckle his daddy's hefty cock clean, without even needing to be ordered. Garr was just starting to stiffen up again from the fawning oral attention, when there was a loud knock on his room door. "What?" The old bear snarled loudly, as the knocking at his door instantly paused.