Jay was tied down to the bed.
His mind swam with what was going on. He fought to decipher where he was. The brown furred squirrel, age 12, remembered being purchased from Club Majesty by a tall and imposing polar bear woman. He didn’t catch her name, she’d told him to call her only by Mistress and nothing else.
The room was shades of red against shades of dark blue. The atmosphere was warm, but Jay was anything but comfy. 
His blue eyes darted around the room, he tried to speak but the ball-gag in his mouth muffled the words. He tugged at his restraints to no avail; he wasn’t going anywhere. 
The polar bear entered the room a moment later, holding a glass of wine in her hand. She was in her mid-thirties, motherly. Having two children herself had done wonders on her body. Her tits were massive, the puffy nipples pierced. A pearl necklace hung from her neck. The polar bear wore a satin bathrobe of beige color, but she let it drop off her shoulders a second later.
She was a dominatrix, and part of the Matriarchy’s population control. Jay was unfortunately a vermin species, which meant that she’d bought him for less than the price of a soda. His life was worth, what, maybe ten cents? There were billions of other boys like him, and no doubt two had taken his place at the Club when his new Mistress had brought him home.
She sipped her wine, and smiled down at Jay. She didn’t bother to remember his name. It was on the little bronze tag dangling off his collar, but his Mistress didn’t bother with calling him anything beyond her slave.
She crept onto the bed, straddling the boy. His cock was soft, but hardening. He couldn’t help it. She was so beautiful, her body sensual. She was built to fuck, and a teenaged boy had a hard time resisting. 
The polar bear had no intention on letting this inferior creature cum inside of her, or even let him feel the warmth of her pussy. 
Truth be told, she bought him because she was on a mean streak. She’d been denied a promotion at her job, and now she wanted someone to take her frustration out on. Her other boytoys were pedigree, bred for desirable qualities. Huge cocks, full balls, extremely potent seed. One of them had given her Julia, her beloved daughter, ten years ago. Of course, now the boytoy was an adult, and she assigned him to janitorial duties around her home. 
She preferred her meat young and defenseless. It filled something inside of her. A cruel, sadistic vacancy that could only be filled by inflicting pain. 
She reached and took one of Jay’s nipples between her finger and thumb, twisting until the boy whimpered.
“Shush.” She cooed, almost motherly. Jay began to cry. The polar bear leaned in, and licked the tears right off his cheeks. She hummed, amused, and pulled back with a smile. Then she slapped him, hard. And again. She smacked him a third time and then wrapped her fingers around his neck. She choked him until his eyes rolled back, and released. Jay struggled to breathe, and she sat on his stomach so that her weight prevented his lungs from drawing full breaths.
“Oh, you poor little baby. Mistress is going to enjoy this.” She said. 
The polar bear scooted up his chest until she was straddling the bound boy’s neck, her hairy pussy inches away from his face. He took in the scent of her arousal mixed with her body-wash and perfume. 
“Oh, almost forgot.” She said, reaching down and fiddling with the ball-gag’s straps. “You can’t eat me out with a bound tongue, silly me.” She giggled, pulling the ball-gag from his face and tossing it aside.
“P… please…” Jay cried, trying to beg. 
The polar bear wouldn’t hear it. She pushed her pussy down onto his snout and smothered him in a current of silky, sticky fluid.
Jay’s muffled cries only turned the polar bear on that much more, and she wiggled her hips. She felt his snout press against her entrance, and a second later she’d taken his snout and face into her pussy. She cried out in bliss as he slipped inside, the walls of her cunt constricting around the squirrel’s soft snout.
He couldn’t breathe like this, she didn’t care.
She rode his face, bouncing her hips. She fucked herself on his snout recklessly and without care for the boy’s well-being.
When his jaw dislocated and he moaned in pain she only went harder. She reached up to twist and tease her own nipples, biting her bottom lip.
“Fuck… fuck… fuck… You filthy little fucking brat! I’m gonna cum all over your worthless fucking face.” 
She didn’t hold back, slamming down one final time. Jay’s jaw snapped, and his whole body trembled in agony.
The polar bear trembled in pure bliss. Her orgasm washed over her, and his face was suddenly bathed by femcum. It went down his nostrils, into his open mouth. Her entire pussy shuddered and quivered, and then her orgasm began to fade.
She knew just how to keep it there, how to achieve her zenith. With a sudden movement she twisted her hips with his head still locked between her thighs. A loud pop as she broke the cub’s neck. She then jerked to the opposite side, making sure the vertebrae was fully destroyed. He spasmed, and then finally went limp.
She climbed off of her dead boytoy. She savored the warmth in her core, the feeling of superiority. She was high off snuffing cubs, and as she turned to the opposite side of the room her hungry eyes fell upon another six boys --all of vermin species.
She licked her lips.
They were all terrified from watching what she’d done to Jay, and as she walked closer to them she snickered.
“We’ve got a long night, boys.”