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Borris is a polar bear biker. 

Borris was enjoying life on the outside again, already this week he had the chance to kill 7 girls, raped and left broken another 4, and just for kicks, showed some dumb ass boy that his head could be used as a football after all. He was in some random bitch’s home now, her mouth wrapped around his dick, giving him a pretty nice blowjob. She wasn’t the normal trash he’d pick up in the bar, this girl seemed pretty nice, clean, but to her downfall, had a weakness for bad boys like him. Chewing on his cigar as pleasure rippled through his crotch he took the time to look around the living room, kicking a boot up onto the glass coffee table. “Mmm, damn bitch, slow down, fuckin’ told ya, I want you to suck me so long your jaw cramps, can’t do that if you suck me off in the first 10 minutes fucking can I?” 

Reaching down he grabs her neck and slows her bobbing mouth to a pace more of his liking. “That’s it slut, that is how fast, savor this bear dick.” he encourages and taps the ashes off his cigar onto her clean floor. A picture catches his eye, the frame sitting on the fireplace mantel. Grabbing her vulpine ears with one hand he pulls her off with a whimpering yelp. Pointing at the picture he asks “Who is that with you there?” he demands to know. Standing with her is a smaller younger version of herself, looking about 10 years old. “That is my daughter Nikki… that was four years ago when we went river rafting.” Borris pushes the vixen’s face down and with a free hand rubs his dick on her face “That’s nice, so where is your daughter now?” he asks.

The vixen groans “She’s sleeping in her bedroom, she has school tomorrow, try not to be so loud, please.” Borris growled and yanked her head up, forcing her head back or her neck would break. “Bitch, you don’t TELL ME TO BE QUIET!” he yells and pops her right across the cheek. While she is yelping he shoves her back down and cuts off her sobs “Fuck, that’s better, don’t have to listen to you bitch now.” He shoves her down and chokes her, just as more punishment. The vixen is sobbing lightly, not expecting to be treated this roughly by the bear in her own home. But she rolls with it. Borris groans loudly and says “Fucking suck harder, god damnit! The hell is wrong with you, you want me to cock gag you cunt?”  

Just then a soft “Mommy?” is called from around the corner,  Borris looks up to see the daughter in her night gown, clutching the corner she stands by, the sight of her mother being cock gagged greeting her. The vixen tries to pull off but Borris holds her down and smiles at the younger vix. “Hey there baby girl, did your mother’s chokes wake you up?” Borris shoves the vixen’s face down harder, making his dick plug her throat, she starts to struggle harder but he grunts and holds her down, eyes staying on the younger vix in front of him. She whimpers “Mommy? “ again and whines at the bear “You’re hurting my mommy, please stop.” 

Borris snorts “Bah, I’m not hurting her, your whore of a mother loves this shit.” He grabs the back of the vixens’ head and shoves her all the way down, her nose disappearing into his open fly. “what about you baby girl, they say being a whore runs in vulpine genes, you suck dick as good as your mommy here?” he grins and chews on his cigar more. The mother starts to black out, having been choked for so long, her struggles weaken. “See kid, your mommy loves it, she’s taking it like a proper cunt.” All it takes is another half a minute and the vixen is choked out. Pulling her mouth off and watching how it gapes open he just chuckles and tosses the vixen aside, standing up, stretching his arms and legs before looking at the young girl. 

“Too bad your mommy didn’t finish her job, guess you get the honor of sucking me the rest of the way off kiddo.” The girl whimpers as she starts to move back down the hallway as the bear steps toward her “Yeah, good idea, lets do it in your room, I’ll tuck you in when I’m done with your ass.” He blows smoke out his nose as he steps into her room. “Take that gown off little one.” The girl whimpers but obeys him, hanging her head low. The bear grins wide “Tight little vixes like you have to be face fucked in a very special way..” he says stroking down her head and neck. “..so you lay down on your back and let that pretty face dangle off the foot of your bed, and big bad Borris, he’ll do all the rest.” 

The girl whines but obeys, much to her own detriment.  Once in position, Borris takes his hard dick and rubs it on her lips “Open wide baby, time to let this python inside your gullet.” When her mouth opens, he isn’t gentle, he just shoves in, reaching hands down to squeeze harshly at the girls tits “HAH!” he laughs when her hands start to struggle and try to push his hips back. Borris just shoves forward harder, deeper, making his balls slap her face “Fucking god damn vixens, you make it too easy.” He inhales hard on his cigar and exhales with pleasure filling his loins as he starts to fuck her throat, looking down to see the clear outline of his dick in her neck. “Try to hold your breath baby, you wont want this bitch sticker going down your wind pipe, I’ll tear your voice box apart, make you a fucking mute! Done that to a few cunts like you before!”

The vixen is struggling to just endure that vicious throat rape she is given, constantly gagging on his cock while he molests her chest. Borris groans loudly, loving the sensations of her struggles all the more “Yeah baby, almost finished, just hang in there a bit longer!” and she’s trying too, but 2 minutes into it now, she’s starting to black out. “Oh fuck baby, you don’t wanna go to sleep yet, there will be no way to clear your throat if you’re unconscious now.. stay here, say with me..” he tries to encourage, but not too hard, he’s holding back as long as he can.

Borris finally feels the girl pass out and he chuckles darkly “Too bad for you baby…” reaching down he pinches the middle of his throat and pulls his cock head back just enough until he feels that tiny flap open, and then eases his cock into that ribbed wind pipe with a groan, feeling bones crack and pop as his girth breaks the small tunnel. With is dick right where he wanted it to be, Borris lifts one foot from the floor and stomps his booted paw down over her chest, cocking his thigh up and keeping her pinned as he gives just a few short thrust and then lets loose with a heavy torrent of bear jizz right into her gasping lungs. “HAHAH… Oh fucking yes, dumb girl, warned you… haha.” He laughs as her body starts to spasm, so he presses down harder with his boot to keep her in place while he unloads the contents of his balls more. After a good half a minute of cumming his load he grabs her throat with a hand and slowly pulls out to milk his own dick, while in her throat.

Borris steps back and tucks himself back into his pants, and then pulls the girl up into bed and wraps her up in the covers so it looks like she’s asleep. He smiles, knowing the girl just died drowning in his cum, and he couldn’t be happier, but that mommy, she still needed to be dealt with. Going out to the living room, he picked her up and carried her into the bath room and dumped her uncurious body into the tub. “WAKE UP!” he shouts, just as his stream of urine smacks her in the face. The warm liquid sure does wake her up, making her gasp and then bang, right into her mouth. The bear laughs as he pisses on her face without a care in the world. “Oh fuck you stupid whores… you look so funny when you wake up like that.” His stream tapers off and he puts his dick away one last time. 

Ahhh, I had a good time, thanks for inviting me over, but after your daughter gave me the blow of HER life, hehe, I think its best I go now. But, I wanted to say bye in a way you’ll understand.” He steps into the tub between the vix’s legs, and closes the shower curtain. Lifting a huge boot up into the air over her face, the vixen scrunches into the tub, pleading shaking, crying out before the bear stamps his foot right down onto her face with a growl. His other foot lifts up and stomps down over her body. Borris growls and tramples the girl with hard bone crushing stomps, right there in the tub to contain the mess. Spurt s of blood from her broken boy stripe the tile walls and the curtain. It’s only when each new step results in a squishing sound, and he cant draw anymore crackles or crunches from the totally mashed up body that he steps out of the tub. 

Borris leaves bloody tread prints down the hall right to the front door and down the step out to the parking lot, someone will be wise about those prints, and what they find inside will scar them for life he is sure, but he’ll be long gone by then and onto the next girl, or girls, by then.