Kitty Softpaws was a lot like Puss In Boots himself; a renowned feline outlaw, who has some difficulties working with others. She was clever, sassy, adorable when she needed to be, slick & sly, agile, and a hint of drop dead sexy.

It was no surprise to find her on the wrong side of the law:

Puss' side.

While they may not have had the best first impression with one another, nor have always been on the greatest terms with one another, and didn't entirely trust one another, the two of them often worked well together for their common goals.

Their teamwork was often enough to impress, or even surprise other legendary outlaws in history, if they could see their adventures.

Still, Kitty  was an outlaw like no other, and she often had to work alone on some missions.

So when she had a mission to go back to the home of her former "clients", the Three Bears Crime Family, to steal back something they had pinched from her new client a few days before, the feline didn't feel it necessary to call on her "friend" to aid her in the heist.

After all, strong they may be, but these bears weren't exactly smarter than the average bear.

Goldi was the brains of the operation/family, hence why the adopted young lady had appointed herself team leader a few years back. So as long as she didn't alert her to her pressence she should have been fine.

SHOULD have.

As it turned out, these bears might have been more clever than she had anticipated them to be; as soon as she dropped in on them, quite literally via her entrance through the roof, a trap had immediately been sprung on the unsuspected cat, snaring her in place.

It was a surprise to her, as she was sure she had everything planned out for this little job. Wait for them to go out on their latest heist, assuming they weren't hibernating for the 100th time that year, then just get in, get whatever they were after, and get out.

Yet, there she was, suspended from the ceiling by her back paws in some kind of sturdy rope like a trapped rat, helpless to save herself or find any way out of her predicament.

What's worse, she dropped her sword when the trap snared her, so she couldn't cut herself free.

Kitty's head lowered in defeat as she realized how badly she'd messed up, and how utterly trapped she was.

That's when she heard a familiar voice, coming from right behind her, in the same room she had landed in.

And that was how she found herself in this situation now.

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"Comfy, there?" Mama bear rhetorically asked the trapped cat, spread out on the wooden stool.

Her two back paws had already been tied together by the aforementioned trap she landed in, and in the time frame between then and now, the mother bear managed to do the same with the front ones., leaving both pairs of paws pinned below and above the rest of her body.

She tried to wriggle her paws free, but the thick rope that was binding them wasn't budging an inch.

Truthfully, she was ashamed of herself. For her, a world class thief, to have fallen for such and amateur trap by a circus animal was a disgraceful blow to her ego.

And if that wasn't bad enough, she'd have to deal with the fact that she was now at the mercy of the mother of the family whose stolen goods she was trying to steal back.

Luckily, it seemed like it was just her; that Goldi and the boys must've been out.

The bear was sitting across from the feline, who was currently staring at her with her green eyes, glaring at her with contempt.

"What's wrong, luv? Cat got your tongue?" She asked again, crossing her legs and resting her head on her hand, elbow planted firmly on the armrest.

Kitty kept her glare.

"Don't you have somewhere better to be? Like the zoo?" Kitty finally said, maintaining her air of bravery, even in the face of danger, keeping a smirk on her face.

Mama raised her eyebrow at that.

"You've got a big yapper." She replied, getting up from her chair and walking over towards her.

Kitty had to crane her neck back slightly to maintain her eye contact with her, as she was more than just a little bigger than the cat.

The beast stood large and tall over the helpless feline tied to the chair, which would be enough to strike fear into the heart of many a man.

But Kitty wasn't just anyone. She had faced a lot of dangers before, so this wasn't anything to scare her.

Or so she thought, anyways.

"Now, mind telling me why you're here?" Mama asked with authority, towering over the small cat, looking down at her with her large paws on her wide hips. "I don't think it was to 'ave a lick of me porridge."

"I've already had my lunch." Kitty answered, trying to keep up her cool attitude. "Besides, my hairballs taste better than your slop."

This smart remark didn't sit well with the older creature. A criminal she may be, but she was also a proud mother, so for someone to insult her family's favorite was enough to earn their wrath.

"Oh, you really have a big mouth on you." She growled, lowering her head down to look at the cat, mostly to show off her fangs to her hostage. "I'm gonna have to teach you how to behave in MY house, lass."

Normally, the showing of the teeth was enough to intimidate any other person into confessing, at the very least.

But not with this little cat.

Kitty was still staring the bear down with her own sharp fangs, ready to take on the larger mammal if she had to.

She wasn't about to let her intimidate her, and she knew just how to prove it.

*PTOO*

Before she could even blink, the bear found a large amount of saliva coating her face, as the feline spat a good wad of spit at her.

"GAH! Bloody hell!" She yelled, quickly wiping the glob of spit away from her face and eye, being careful not to scratch herself. "You got no manners!?

Kitty simply smirked, satisfied with her display of standing her ground.

The captor, on the other hand, wasn't too pleased by the feline's little act, and was now determined to wipe that smile off her face.

"That was the wrong thing to do, pussycat." She growled, reaching down towards her.

Kitty had no time to react, or figure out what was happening, before the bear grabbed her by the throat, squeezing it tightly.

She struggled to breathe, and she helplessly tried & failed to move her paws to free her throat from her grip.

"You should've just answered my question. Now, I'm gonna have to get it outta ya, the hard way." The bigger animal taunted, playfully increasing and decreasing the severity of her grip on her windpipe.

"I could do this all day." She went on, just as things were starting to get blurry for the cat. Her eyes were watering and her face turned a shade of blue in contrast to its normal black coating, as she started to panic.

Then, much to her relief, the bear released her throat, causing her to gasp and cough a bit, regaining her ability to breathe again.

"But I've gotta get started on dinner, soon." Mama said with complete casualness, looking at the coughing cat. "But first, I need to know what you're doing here."

Kitty kept her gaze on the bear, trying to make her think she wasn't fazed by what had happened.

"I'll say nothing to you... Abuela." The hostage responded, hoping that she understood that the last part of that was an insult.

It seemed that she did, as the grizzly now looked offended by the remark.

"Why, you little!" She yelled, rearing her hand back and delivering a slap to her face.

SLAP

It wasn't a particularly powerful slap, but it was still strong enough to turn her head to the side and leave a red hand print on her face.

The physical size and power advantage that she had over the four-legged creature beside her was already enough to do some damage even if she was holding back.

The hit was enough to startle her a bit, as she didn't expect such a blow. But, like before, she wasn't going to give the bear the satisfaction of seeing her intimidated.

She'd be hard pressed to find something that would.

"I'm gonna have to do something to make you talk, am I?" Mama asked rhetorically, climbing over so that her face was right above Kitty's. "A'ight, let's see 'ow you like it~"

The cat tilted her head, not looking like she understood what she was talking about, but she was about to get her answer.

Seeing the bear's maw open gave Kitty an accurate idea of what she was about to do, and she tried to squirm away from her, not wanting her face to get slobbered all over by her.

"Ah ah, no squirmin'." She told her, grabbing the back of her neck as the saliva began to make its way out of her mouth and trailed down to Kitty's.

She couldn't move her head away, even though she was struggling as hard as she could to avoid it, as her captor had a tight grip on her.

She didn't know why, but the fact that this beast was about to spit on her made her feel more embarrassed and humiliated than any time she had been caught or locked up.

"No! No!" Kitty yelled, but it was already too late.

Mama bear's spit slowly poured down onto her face, making her close her eyes, hoping to avoid her spittle getting into her eyes. But inevitably, it connected with her furry face, making her squeal in disgust.

"Stop! ¡Detener!" She begged, as the glob of saliva made its way down her face.

"Heheheheheh, you want me to stop? Then tell me what I wanna hear." The beast said, not stopping her drooling.

"Ngh! I'll never talk!" She yelled, trying her best to turn her head from side to side in an attempt to avoid her spit. Yet, she still got such break.

Fortunately, the loogie torment didn't last much longer. Unfortunately, the bear had another idea.

"Alright, have it your way." She told her, removing her paws from her neck.

Kitty felt relieved for a second, thinking she was done.

But that feeling didn't last for long.

It was only when she saw the bear approaching the lit fireplace with the boiling kettle hanging over it did she finally notice the latter.

And as soon as she picked it up and brought it over to her, Kitty's heart sank with the idea of what she was about to do next.

'She wouldn't dare...' The helpless feline dreaded to herself, widening her eyes and feeling her heart race.

The vicious look in the bear's eyes and on her lips said otherwise, holding the boiling appliance high over the tied up animal's expo.

"Since we're gonna be a while, fancy a cuppa?" She teasingly asked her, waving the steaming kettle above her.

'Oh no...' Kitty thought, realizing she had to do something, or else she'd get a good dose of heated pain right on her.

"Wait! Stop!" She screamed, making her captor raise an eyebrow with a smug grin.

However, despite the panic in her mind, Kitty knew she was a professional, and must never, under any circumstances, give away information about her clients.

So, even if the bear was about to scald her with this, she had no choice but to bite the bullet.

"... Don't forget the milk." She said, trying her best not to shake in fear, and keep her head up.

The mother bear's grin grew wider, knowing she'd finally gotten what she wanted.

"Attagirl~"

Then, the hot kettle's water came down on the cat.

"EEEEEKK!" Kitty screeched, her voice echoing through the cave house, as the steamy, burning hot water drenched her, seeping into her skin and fur, and leaving a red spot in its place. "AAAAAAAHHH!"

Mama bear had to hold back her laughter at the sight, finding her reaction to the hot liquid to be priceless.

She had no doubt the cat was in excruciating pain right now, and the worst part was that there was no end in sight; she was sure the kettle was filled to the brim before she put it on the fire.

And so, the water kept on flowing, and her screams kept on echoing.

"OOWWW! AAAARUGGHH! AAAAAHHHHH!" The feline screamed in agony, struggling and pulling at her restraints as she tried her best to escape the scalding, burning sensation that was being inflicted upon her.

It didn't help, however, that the ropes were bound tight and sturdy, making sure she wasn't going anywhere, and that her skin was receiving the full force of the heated water.

If it was possible, the scalding might have been enough to pierce through her skin and start cooking her alive.

Thankfully, it was just the surface.

Eventually, the flow of water slowed to a drip, before finally, the last of the water flowed out of the kettle.

Kitty thanked every last star in the sky that the torture had finally come to an end. She'd never felt something so painful in her life, not even if her paw had been sliced off.

It hurt like hell.

The poor kitty's body was still trembling and shivering from the hot water, and her head was hung down, panting, tired, and feeling very defeated.

Yet, this was only the second torture method out of who knows how many. She had to stay strong, if she had any chance of getting out of here alive.

"There, enjoy your nice, hot bath?" Mama asked rhetorically, putting the kettle aside.

She then walked over to the exhausted feline, taking a moment to examine her handy work.

Clearly, she was in agony, both inside and out, much to her wicked delight.

"Oh, silly, me, I forgot. Kitties don't like water, do they? Tsk, what am I like? Oh, well, can't be helped now." She told her, patting her head in a condescending manner.

This only added insult to injury.

"Now, about my question." She said, sitting down, resting her elbow on the table, and putting her head in her hand.

"... No." Kitty managed to get out, keeping her gaze downward.

The bear frowned, but kept a playful pout about her, too.

"Ooooohhh, I see, you're a stubborn one, eh? Well, don't you worry, I'll find a way to get it out of ya." She replied, lifting her head up, and walking behind her. "Hmm, now let's 'ave a think... Should I put you over me knee for a bit, or should I get out some of the candles?"

As she considered the two options, the captive's head shot up, her eyes widening in fear at the mention of the two methods, not liking either one.

As the mother bear pondered which instrument of pain to use next, Kitty was busy trying to figure a way out of this situation.

Sure, she'd had her fair share of scrapes and near misses in her life, but she'd never been in one as degrading as this before.

Never before had she been tied up, helpless and at the mercy of an enemy, with the only way out being to reveal her secrets and betray her client.

No, she had to be strong.

"D'you know wot? I'm a bit hungry actually. How about I go and make myself a snack, and I'll think about your punishment when I get back." Mama offered, giving the cat some time to think about her situation.

"That'll be a waste of your time, wide one." The fine remarked, making the bear stop in her tracks for just the second, before continuing back to the kitchen, chuckling.

"It's my time to waste, luv."

Meanwhile, as the grizzly went back to work, Kitty was trying to figure a way to escape her predicament, not wanting to go through another round of pain, humiliation, or both.

But alas, nothing helpful stuck out to her. Even if it did, it wasn't like she could reach it.

She'd have to rely on her wits, or lack thereof, to get her out of this one.

She was trying to come up with a way out, when a thought hit her; if she could jus-

*STOMP*

The sound of the familiar clawsteps of the mother bear snapped Kitty back to reality, letting her see that her captor was back already.

This time, she was holding an entire pie on a plate in her paws, with a single slice missing, a fork in her hand, and a devilish smirk on her face.

Kitty gulped, feeling a lump form in her throat as the large creature grinned wickedly at her.

It was only when she turned around did Kitty realise what was about to happen next. Her entire life flashing before wher eyes came with that realisation.

"No..." She whimpered, looking directly at the two furry cheeks slowly making their way towards her entire body. "No, por favor! No!"

She struggled and squirmed harder than ever before, desperately trying to free her limbs from the strong, durable ropes that were binding her, but they refused to budge, just like last time.

The only difference was, they didn't hurt.

The bear's bottom, on the other hand, was a whole different story.

*THUD*

Kitty was unable to brace herself before her entire form was smashed against and under her butt.

The sheer size and weight of her ass alone was enough to make her groan in pain and discomfort, not to mention the fact that she was trapped between the two big, round furry cheeks, pressed tightly against her face and the back of her head was now starting to throb.

'S-so heavy!' The helpless cat thought to herself, trying her best not to get her face trapped in the crack, so as to avoid to worse of it. 'And it stinks, too!'

Indeed, the bear's rump was smelly, to say the least. And the more her nose was buried in the rear of the beast, the more foul it became, causing her nostrils to wrinkle up.

Clearly, bears and hygiene didn't go hand in claw. She was at least thankful she didn't leave dingleberries.

"What's wrong, sweet'eart?" Mama asked her, looking back at her, unable to see the feline's face, as it was covered by her backside. "Never seen a bear's bum before?"

"Mmmmph! Mmmp!" Kitty protested, trying to move her head and her upper body to the left, and the right respectively, then vice versa.

Having fun with her heavy and hefty backside, the grizzly wiggled her hips, bouncing her fat ass and making sure it jiggled and bounced on the face of the trapped thief, much to her chagrin.

"Oh, yeah, that's the stuff~" She moaned, continuing her movements to get as comfortable as possible, and cause the cat as much discomfort as possible.

And it was working.

After a minute, or what felt like a few hours for her, the feline couldn't take anymore.

The weight and mass pressing on her entire body was unbearable, but the smell was a torture method in its own right. Add in the humiliation of the concept, and Kitty couldn't wait to repress this memory.

"MMMPH!" She tried yelling, but the thick and soft layer of the bear's rump muffled her screams.

"Oh, no, I think the poor girl's in a panic!" The mother bear mocked, putting on a false accent, pretending to sound worried. "'ere y'are, lemme 'ave me pie and then I'll check on you."

And with that, she got her fork and dug it into the pie, getting a large piece of the pastry, and bringing it up to her mouth.

With the cat's muffled pleas for freedom going unheard, and the bear enjoying the sweet taste of her pie, Kitty could only resign herself to her fate.

She couldn't do anything, not even yell, as her voice was completely muffled, and her nose was plugged by the beast's butt.

'This can't be happening...' She thought miserably to herself, nearly bringing herself to tears. 'You're better than this... You're SUPPOSED to be better than this! Why did you fall for such a stupid trap?!'

That question continued to run through her head, not even being able to move her hands to free her head, and being forced to breathe the foul, horrible air coming from the mature bear's rear end through her nose, her lungs screaming and kicking for clean air.

"Ooooh, you're quite cozy, actually~" The bear commented as she ate another slice of the fruity dessert, wiggling her butt, causing the captive to feel like she was about to crush her skull, and making her heart beat even faster from the danger like no other.

"Mmph!" She groaned, trying to move her head, or body, or even just her hand, to no avail. All she could feel on and around her was fur and flesh, aside from a crevice that lead to something even worse.

Ignoring her struggles and discomfort completely, the mother of two just kept eating the pie, not seeming to care or even notice what was going on below her.

In fact, she was really enjoying the sensation and the reactions she was getting from the cat.

It had been a while since the last time she sat on someone, and she had almost forgotten how great it felt, both in terms of comfort and power.

The fact that the little bugger had tried to steal from them only added to the enjoyment, making her wish she had more guests like her come by.

"Oh, I could sit here allllll day~ Don't have any plans today, I hope? Heheh."

'Just finish the pie...' Kitty mentally begged, closing her eyes tightly as she tried to think of anything other than her current situation. 'Finish the maldita pie!'

It seemed like an eternity had passed before the mother bear was finally done eating the pastry, almost down to the very last crumb.

Much to the cat's fortune, the maternal bear finally relented her weight and stood up, allowing light and fresh air to re-enter the cat's eyes and nostrils.

As the former took a moment to adjust to the sudden change back to normality, she wasn't entirely sure whether the light was from the house, or the pearly gates.

That would've been her worst nightmare come true; a once legendary outlaw, only being remembered for having died under the butt of a fat creature like her.

The poor cat looked up at her with a glare, though her cheeks were burning with humiliation, and her chest still burning with something else.

"Right, ready to have a chat yet? Or should we keep this game going a little longer?" The mother bear asked her, a wicked grin on her face.

Kitty just glared at her, knowing that the best way to respond to her question was with silence.

That silence gave her the answer, but it was just fine by her. She had lots more planned for her, and if she didn't want to talk, then she would have barrels of fun making her.

To continue the torment, Mama looked down at herown backside.

"Oh, bloody 'ell, you've got me bum all wet!" She complained, before smirking and turning back to the cat. "Better get dried off~"

Kitty didn't understand what she meant, until the bear reached over to the kettle, removing it from its hook over the fire.

She knew it was still empty, so what she had in mind was anyone's guess.

Placing the hollow metal appliance on the kitchen drawer, Mama began pulling Kitty closer to the fireplace, lifting her up by the connected rope so as to hold the feline upside down.

It was then that what she had planned became clear.

"No! No, no, no, no, no! You can't! ¡Tu no puedes!" The thief screamed, desperately trying to free herself, as the bear brought her close enough to the fireplace that she could feel the heat radiating from the fire.

Her reply only came in the form of a snicker, as the bigger beast placed the rope on the hook where the kettle was hanging from, leaving Kitty's body right above the flames.

The feline was terrified beyond words, not wanting to know what would happen if she stayed there any longer, and struggling to free herself.

"¡Detente!" She yelled, squirming and thrashing around, doing hee best to ignore the heat and the fact that hrigfur just inches from the hot, orange fire. It was lucky they hadn't caught fire yet.

"Oooh, I love it when they squeal like that~" Mama told herself, listening to her victim's desperate screams and pleas, before leaving her to get a towel for her still-damp derriere.

While she was away for a moment, the black feline was still panicking, and struggling, trying to break free from her bonds and escape the flames, and the kettle.

Her heart was pounding, and her chest was hurting, not to mention how much her head was aching.

But it was her pride that was suffering the most damage, and that was a big hit for the thief.

She'd never been in such a helpless, humiliating, and painful position in her life.

But the worst was yet to come.

"Aaah, nothing like a warm, clean towel to get your arse dry, eh?" The bear rhetorically asked herself, as she came back into the room, holding the towel to her fat furry rear.

Kitty's attention was quickly grabbed by the larger beast's return, and the sight of her waving her hand with the towel around her rear end, making the flames seem a little less scary for a second.

Then, that moment quickly ended when she held up the dirty cloth to the the cat's face.

"Here, you can give it a sniff for me, since it's your fault my bum's wet." She told her, giving her a mocking smile, as the smell of the bear's rear end came back to her, and made her feel like she was going to faint.

'Esto es el infierno...' Softpaws could only think to herself, having her nostrils tormented so cruelly by the vile act. 'Dios, forgive me...'

The grizzly kept up her cruel smirk, before pulling the cloth away and using it to give her ass another quick rub to get every last drop.

"Ah, that's much better." She said, patting her clean bottom, before throwing the cloth into the corner.

Thankfully, she then picked up the rope connecting the cat to the chair, holding her up to eye level with ease.

All she had to do was raise an eyebrow, rather than ask the question that both of them knew was on their minds.

Kitty, in the throes of her exhausted panting, managed to let out a sigh and look at her captor in the eye.

"Alright... You win... I'll tell you why I came here..." She admitted, her head lowering in defeat, as the mother bear grinned with triumph.

"Well, that's what I like to hear." She replied, setting her down and sitting back on her chair, keeping the prisoner in her grasp. "Now then, out with it."

"I'm... Here to steal back the blubber..." The defeated feline told her, earning a tilt of the head from the larger animal.

"Eh?" She asked, not quite catching her.

Kitty smirked at her through the pain and continued.

"Thought you'd have more than enough to share." The trapped cat laughed ascthe bear frowned, realizing that she was being insulted, and her family's lifestyle was being called into question.

"Oh, I see. We've got ourselves a real comedian, 'aven't we?" She questioned, fidgeting with the binds and glaring at her with a snarl.

In seconds, Kitty felt that the two sets of rope were no longer connected with each other, and she was free from the stool.

But that wasn't exactly good news, as she quickly found herself pinned down on the bear's lap, her tail held against her back by the large paw keeping her in place.

"I'll give you somethin' to laugh about!" Mama growled, raising her open paw above her captive's exposed rear end, making the poor kitty widen her eyes in fear and shock, before she started bringing her hand down.

*SMACK*

"AAH!" The thief screeched, the sharp and stinging pain from the bear's strike to her posterior causing her to jolt and kick, trying to free herself from the stronger creature's grasp, without success.

It felt more like a whip than a hand slap, and the feeling was unlike anything Kitty had ever experienced, causing her to wince and yelp as the older, heavier creature continued to deliver firm spank after firm spank to her bum.

*SMACK*

*SMACK*

*SMACK*

*SMACK*

*SMACK*

Kitty immediately regrated her smart remark, as the mother bear's slaps only got harder and more painful with every second, leaving her ass a dark shade of red.

"OW! OWIE! AGH!"

Every grunt and groan only invited her to bring another harsh SMACK down on her defenceless backside.

Kitty thought she was tough; that she could handle any form of torture or interrogation tactics on Earth. But this was the kind of pain that was breaking her, and not in the way she expected.

"OOOWWIIE! NOOOOO!" She pleaded, her voice cracking a little as the strikes continued.

Her eyes also begain to water, much to her dismay, as she struggled not to cry in front of her captor.

But it wasn't long before a few drops escaped her tear ducts.

"AAAHHH!" She wailed, her voice becoming hoarse. "S-STOP!"

Much to her relief, the spanking did stop, leaving the cat panting and shivering, with her sore butt exposed.

"Oh, you don't want me to stop, do you?" Mama teased her, looking down at the feline's bright red bum. "You just wanna get this over with, eh?"

The poor kitty didn't dare respond, but the bear still took her silence as a "yes", so she figured it was time to wrap things up.

"Right, then let's get a few things straight." The motherly bear declared, raising her paw in the air again. "First question, do you still think I'm fat?"

"N-no." Kitty answered, feeling the bear's fingers flex and wiggle above her sore behind, before it rained down on her bum again.

*SMACK*

"Good girl. Second, are bears dumb? Yes or no?" She asked, delivering another sharp and stinging strike to her bottom, making the cat squeal and struggle.

"N-NO!"

*SMACK*

"Correct again. What about cats? They're not very smart, are they? Especially the little black and white ones." Mama asked her, grinning wickedly as she raised her paw again, ready to punish her for an answer, right or wrong.

"NO!"

*SMACK*

"That's a right, now what else is black and white, and a bit daft?" The grizzly bear asked, not waiting for an answer as she smacked the cat's sore ass again.

*SMACK*

"OWW! ME! I AM!"

"That's right, Kitty. And the last one, do you understand who's in charge, now?" The mother bear asked her final question, her hand hovering over the cat's already reddened butt.

The feline knew she didn't want to go through anymore pain, so she took her chance and gave the right answer.

"YOU ARE! ¡ME RINDO!" Kitty sobbed pathetically.

Mama bear smiled with satisfaction, raising her hand above the feline's rump for the final spank, bringing it down firmly on her butt.

*SMACK*

"AAAAAAUGH!"

The captor could tell that she had already won, so she decided to finally show a little mercy on the poor kitty, who was now crying and sniffling in defeat.

One couldn't really blame her for being upset. She was in shambles; a shell of her former self. No greater shame could possibly have been brought upon her, and she'd never live this down.

The idea of soaring heights, frigid glaciers, scorching desserts and even something like dragons didn't intimidate her in the least, yet being spanked like a naughty kitten was enough to break her? 

"Aww, there there~" Mama cooed, bringing the cat up for a comforting hug.

If there was a chance to make a move as she was raised up, Kitty certainly missed it, too lost in her humiliation and shame.

She was just relieved that ordeal was over, but no longer had the will to resist.

She was a defeated prisoner, ready to crack, and had nothing else to say or do.

So, she just nuzzled into her warm fur, and cried softly into the bear's chest.

"You've been a bad kitty today, haven't you?" The motherly grizzly told her, rubbing the feline's back soothingly.

All she could do was sniffle and nod.

"I didn't want to hurt you, luv. But I know you've learnt your lesson, and you won't ever misbehave again." She said, petting her head softly.

The defeated feline nodded again, feeling completely defeated and miserable.

"That's it, let it all out, Kitty~" She encouraged, with an evil smirk. "Mama will dry your tears, and make the pain go away~"

The thief continued to sob quietly in her captor's arms, while the bear gently rubbed her back and patted her head.

"There's a good girl~"

After a few minutes of letting her cry and letting her soft fur absorb her tears, Mama stood up and walked over to one of the drawers, opening one and retrieving something out of it.

Seconds later, Kitty could feel her captor gently put her down, sitting her on her red sore rump.

It was a painful, but relieving sensation.

She then placed a box in front of the cat, before pulling the top off, revealing the contents inside.

"Here you go, luv."

The cat's eyes widened and her heart sank further when she saw the small open leather collar.

In cat culture, collars were the ultimate form of submission. They displayed ownership, bordering on slavery, and it was hard for their peers to take them seriously.

Their strict code of honor declared that once it's put on, only their owner may remove it, whether they wanted to or not.

Kitty knew if she let her put that on her, there would be no going back, and no hope of redemption.

And yet, here she was, sitting down with a tear-stained face, as her captor moved the collar closer to her neck, making no move to resist or reason with her.

in fact, in addition to her sobbing and sniffles, her only course of action was to lift her head up, so her captor could get it on snugly.

"Good girl, Kitty~" She cooed, wrapping the collar around her neck, making her feel even more humiliated.

'What am I doing?' She thought, looking down at the ground in shame.

"You are my Kitty, aren't you?" The bear rhetorically asked her. "My sweet, little, well-behaved kitty, right?"

"Y-yes, Mama..." Kitty answered, the bear smiling at the response.

'¡Tu perra!' Her mind shouted, scolding herself for the bittersweet surrender. 'You're nothing more than her pet now! Her property!'

But she knew it was true. She had no hope of getting out of her, and no way to save face. Her fate would be sealed, just as soon as-

*CLICK*

"There, see, that's better, innit? You look so much cuter with a collar on, luv~"

The sound of the lock clicking made Kitty realise just how hopeless her situation was.

Even if she could get out of the house, then get past the forest, what good would it do her? It'd only prove how worthless she had become.

There was no escape, and no hope of salvation.

She had no choice.

She belonged to her new "Mama", and her family.

Once a famous rogue thief that worked alone, now reduced to a disgraced lackey of amateurs, and the laughing stock of her kind.

'I... I can't...'

The bear was still grinning down at her, before reaching her paw down, gently scratching the cat's chin, making her purr, much to her dismay.

Every little condescending motherly move was adding salt to her deeply wounded pride, and she knew it.

She was a cat. Not a hero.

"Now then, no more secrets What is it that you wanted to steal from us, and who sent you?" The matriarch asked, her tone maintaining that of a sweet mother.

"Y-yes... Mama..." The degraded thief responded, her voice low and quiet, and her head hung low in shame, though still looking up at her. "I'll... Tell you everything...."

This was how her reputation, and her legacy, ended.

If any part of her still wanted to be remembered after she was long gone, they wouldn't last much longer.