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Depraved Humiliation

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Growly

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Once again, Kate had gone and done what no one thought her capable of. It was quite sad, really, how she flew under the radar, time after time again, no one any the wiser as to all the havoc she had wrought. Taking families and tearing them apart, forcing them to transform… And then locking the animals, with their human minds still intact and screaming inside, up in her laboratory or even her sanctuary, put on display for people to enjoy.

Oh, she did so have a devious mind! It was such a shame that no one could ever know she was the one behind it, that she was the mastermind behind so many hugely popular online income streams in the dark web, the cameras and the livestreams… Oh, she had so many plans still to put into motion but she changed her appearance and her presence as frequently as a mammal shed their fur.

A Kate for every season, after all… She'd never keep one look for too long and had changed things up to long, flowing locks of blonde – well-made extensions – that spilt down her back to her lower back. They were overkill, really, but she'd fancied a change and the wavy length of hair was easy to maintain too, along with the green contact lenses she had in. Sometimes, she showed off her natural eye colour, but that would have been strange to see reflected at her in the mirror.

As she transformed her victims, Kate also took on a kind of transformation too, even though it wasn't something she was doing actively. A slimmer cut to her clothes too highlighted the tuck of her waist, a jacket flaring out at the hips to give her a little more shape. Otherwise, she was naturally quite lean.

Perhaps she forgot to eat when she was so busy torturing her victims and finding new, wonderful ways to make their lives hell? Not that Kate minded all that much. She had all she needed down there in the laboratory.

Or, that time, she had started out camping. Not her favourite activity by far, but it was all worth it to sneak up on the family of four: Shane, Jamie, Lamar and Rey. Shane was their father, in his late fifties with his oldest son around twenty-five. The other two sons were the youngest at twenty-two, just finishing university, and twins, not identical but that had been of interest to her. She wondered if she transformed identical twins if their genetics would help their transformations be more alike one another.

That was something, however, she could test out at another time. There was no rush, at least for her.

They'd all been laughing and merry, cheery in the Autumn of the ear, the leaves turning crisp on the trees. They had not known it was the last camping trip they would ever take together, but that was for her to decide: no more and no less than that.

So, she'd darted them as normal and watched in delight as they all had transformed, the father's body twisting and warping into that of a female jaguar. His oldest son, Jamie, transformed into a male jaguar – the perfect pair for him! And, finally, the twins transformed into male and female garter snakes, which were quickly becoming one of her favourites. At least, of course, until Kate grew bored of that transformation. She was apt to have fickle interests, after all.

And that was how Shane came to being chained on the floor of her laboratory, the room darker around him, as if he was in a dim sort of spotlight. His chest heaved and he growled under his breath, straining at his bonds, though what he was dealing with was hardly something Shane could ever have expected to be a problem beforehand.

He grunted, trying to rock his hips back and forth, though Shane was not in touch or in tune with his own body anymore. It was not him, not his body – and especially not when he was in the body of a jaguar with a female sex below his tail! He growled again, trying to show his teeth, but he was helpless, chained to the ground by all four paws, reminding him of the animals in old style circuses – the kind that had been outlawed years ago for animal cruelty.

And yet it was he who had been bound and chained, a man in an animal's body, screaming and howling and battering against the bonds of his own mind, wailing for a way out, any way out.

Shane grunted, eyes closed, even that small motion feeling foreign to him. Out, out… He had to get out. But what way even was out?

Fear chilled his stomach and he took long, deep breaths as a jaguar, his flanks shuddering in a way that rooted him where he was, reminding Shane that he was no longer the man he thought he was. No… No, that was not true, he told himself. He was still a man, even if something terrible had happened and he had been forced into the body of a creature he had barely even paid a passing thought to before.

At least, that was what Shane had to tell himself. One way or the other, he had to retain his sanity. Only, he was not even sure himself for how long that was going to be doable anymore.

But he had to. He had to for his sons. They were the only thing keeping him going, chuffing with low, short pants of breath as heat seared through his body.

It was that accursed heat that commanded his mind, even though Shane didn't want to think about it or acknowledge it in any way. It was wrong, so wrong, yet Kate had ensured she explained fully what the serums did to them.

“It'll bring you into heat," she had all but purred while sliding the needle into the scruff of his neck, all while he had been bound and helpless. “Isn't that wonderful? To be in need of breeding, so desperate for your son's cock that you don't know what to do with yourself? The only question here is whether you will break easily or break hard?"

All Shane knew was that he had to resist, even as his body ached, drawing his attention to a point deep back in his jaguar body's abdomen, a part that should not have even existed on him. He heaved and groaned, head hanging, a heavy, metal collar around his neck stopping him from moving his head too far up from the ground, though he doubted he would have been able to twist to get at Kate anyway, even if he'd been free.

It was a strange feeling, indeed, for exhaustion and arousal to lace every fibre of his being, as if they had both become an intrinsic part of each and every cell in his body. He wanted to fuck, that roaring, burning need snarling in the pit of his stomach like a wild beast, contained and yet uncaged, heaving within him and demanding attention. Yet it was not any kind of attention Shane could give the beast, no, not even if it was due to the serum and nothing of his own inclination.

“Mmmm, isn't this better, darling?"

Oh, no…

There was nothing soft and nothing sweet about Kate's voice, though it dripped from her tongue like poisonous honey. Once upon a time, though that time seemed a very long time ago now, Shane had been a poet – and he'd been pretty good at it too, especially for a hobby and passion that very rarely brought in any income for anybody. So, he had a way of words and his mind ran amok, wanting to spin lightness from a situation that was so dark and forlorn that it hardly was due thinking about at all.

He could not be sunny and joyful, however, when Kate was raking her fingers down his tail, again and again. The pressure was too much, even though it was very light, smoothing down his fur in the direction that it lay, though he tried to twitch and thrash his tail out of Kate's grasp, those nails pulling down and down and down.

For the serum, as insidiously potent as it was turning out to be, didn't just send his body into heat but rendered his whole body so much more sensitive. He'd never thought of a creature's tail as an erogenous zone and, frankly, that was most likely not the case with anyone normal, but how was Shane to know what Kate had put in the serum? There was no way for him to find out, not in the slightest, not with everything going on and the situation he had been thrust into, by no means giving his consent in any way.

He heaved and huffed, trying to lower his head again, though the strain in the back of his neck kept him there, his head lifted sadly, eyes half-lidded.

What if he didn't look? What if he didn't do anything at all?

Yet Shane didn't even want to look up, no, not with all the mirrors around him. And it didn't help in the slightest either that there was, apparently, a small, handheld video camera – one of the digital ones, though he didn't see too many of those remaining those days – in use too. It pointed under his tail at that point, linked to a live feed on a tablet resting just before him, which he couldn't move out of his line of sight.

That was the worst of it, at least so far. Shane didn't want to think of what Kate had in store for him next, eyes flickering to the screen of the tablet and then away again as Kate prodded under his tail.

“Oh… You are a stubborn one, aren't you?" Kate crooned. “You should be more amenable as one of my toys, you know. Your sons are here, they want to see you at your best, Shane."

He didn't know the woman, not at all. Though she'd introduced herself to them, which was the only reason he knew of her name after his transformation. He didn't know why it was so important to her they knew her name, but maybe it was something to do with her being their captor or the like.

It was hard to say and, frankly, it didn't even matter. Especially not as Kate teased around the entrance to his new sex, forcing his body to twitch and shudder away, pulling at the chains. The chains, however, were pulled so taut already that they didn't even rattle, strained to their limit while he did everything within his very limited range of motion to struggle free.

It was unusual, even to him, how the smallest twitches of his muscles felt enormous, when that was all he could do. He groaned and dipped his head again, but the sight of his own sex on the screen caught his attention again.

Oh, how he needed to be filled… It was not an urge that had ever come to him before, never really wanting that kind of thing. But a jaguar's body with the long tail that would have been lashing if it had been free to do so was not designed to know that it “shouldn't" want something. That wasn't how things worked, no, not at all, not as the jaguar trembled and hissed through his teeth, straining through.

“Mmm, look how needy you are… Look."

He had to look, even though it was not something he would have chosen, at any time, to do for himself. He grunted and licked his lips, drooling thickly. There'd never been that much saliva in his mouth before, though it was just something his mind was trying to distract itself with in that moment. It was better, at least for Shane, to distract himself by thinking of his mouth, how saliva swilled around his sharp teeth, rather than Kate's finger toying with his sex.

“You'll have to pay attention sooner or later…" She told him. “But don't worry. I'll still have fun breaking you either way, as long as I get what I want from you."

Shane tried to shake his head against her, to deny it, every last bit of it. But his pussy was dripping and drooling just like the saliva pooling in his mouth, so slick and so wet. He had not even known a pussy could be that wet and certainly not when it was on his back end, tucked up under his own tail… But that didn't change anything in the slightest, as much as Shane would have liked to say he wasn't affected by anything Kate was doing to him at all.

He could not deny it, not truly, not as his hips ground back slightly, playing his soaked sex on to her finger. Even on the screen, he could see just how wet the fur around the slit of his sex was, tucked up and in close to his body. It wasn't like a human sex, not by any means, missing the folds as fur fluffed up around it. Though Kate had trimmed down the thicker fur around there so his pussy was more visible, which Shane had not realised the significance of before.

If this is being recorded, then who is watching this…

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“Nnnggghhh…"

Shane groaned as Kate's finger teased into her sex, dipping just up to the first knuckle inside and then pulling her finger back. She curled her finger slightly so the nail raked up against the feline's inner walls and Shane yowled without thinking about it, startling even himself with the sound that came from his lips.

If he could even think of himself as male anymore… That was something Shane would have to contend with later.

For the moment, all he could do was twist his head minutely back and forth, his tail flagging and lifting from the base. Kate took her leave of the jaguar's sex for the moment, though that didn't offer Shane any respite as she kneaded and massaged down the full length of that aching, twitching tail.

“Mmmrrrrllll…"

Shane growled, though didn't quite understand the sound that left his lips, not as his whole body quivered in heated desire. He wanted to grind back on to any amount of pleasure Kate wanted to offer him, but he knew it was wrong. His body was simply in conflict with his mind, trembling and aching, as if a tremor was running through him that he could not actually see rippling through his skin.

He wasn't quite present, not with himself, not as he watched Kate's skilled hands work their way up and down his tail, squeezing and kneading, as if she knew exactly what to do with him. Shane groaned and tried not to show any reaction, though that was a lot harder than he could ever have anticipated, muscles twitching in his hind end that he never would have imagined even existing.

And his sex, oh… Oh, it dampened even more as Kate returned to it and he watched haplessly on the live feed through the monitor how she toyed with the edge of her slit, rubbing up and down.

“Nnfff…"

“Oh, that's the spot, is it?"

Damn it…

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He hadn't managed to hold back his reaction, much to his dismay but there was little to be done there, as his will and body spiralled desperately out of his control. Kate bore down, repeating the little rub and flick of her finger hat had got such a reaction from the jaguar, his body lean and powerful – and yet useless to get him out of Kate's entrapment.

“Nnrrrfff…"

Shane groaned, a hot wave of humiliation distracting him, at least for the moment. It was not even a good kind of distraction, no, not as another jaguar moved in the corner of his eye.

His son… His son, who had, at the very least for him, remained a male. But Jamie didn't look like how he remembered him, not in the slightest, black markings standing out on his golden hide. Shane tried not to look too closely at him, as he was not sure he wanted to take in what his son had become.

His son… Jamie. No, Jamie had never deserved that. Had Kate been after him the whole time and his sons had simply got wrapped up in the horror of everything? That would be worse than ever, but it was not a road to go down that would bring him any relief or any joy.

The answers all lay with Kate and she wasn't about to say anything when it didn't benefit her. That much, Shane already understood when it came to Kate.

Kate did not dip her finger back into Shane's pussy, not at that time. She took it easy, rubbing her finger back and forth along the outside of his sex, where he was overly sensitive. Shane whimpered and ducked his head, though tried not to show too much of a reaction, clenching his jaw hard and shuddering in place.

Why did it all have to feel so good? There was that sickness there still, yes, that churning and bubbling in the pit of his stomach. But that only told him how deep his humiliation ran, how it raked against his insides as if the claws of an unseen beast were pulling through him, over and over again.

Yet no matter how he trembled and twitched away from those prying fingers, Kate always followed him. He flicked his tail higher and Kate only pushed it out of the way in favour of his pussy, a finger pressing inside – only enough to tease his clit.

He'd never thought a part of the body like that could bring such a shuddering shock of pleasure, a jolt running through him that the jaguar could not control. He grunted thickly, hating his reactions, hoping his family watching him did not realise it was him. But if Shane's mind was still intact in there, it only stood to reason that the rest of his family was in there too, watching and seeing every drop of his furious humiliation.

It slunk through him as he tried to think of something else, anything else, all so he did not have to truly take in his bondage and his predicament. And yet there was only so much he could do, hissing and thrashing his tail when Kate hit a particularly sensitive spot.

“And that's us only just getting started," she said, crooning throatily as she ran her fingers back up the long, sinuous length of his tail all over again. “Think how good this is all going to feel when you get a real cock inside you… And they're all going to watch, see how low you've fallen."

Shane hissed sharply, the hint of a snarl snapping at the back of his jaws. No! No, Kate would not break him, no! He couldn't let that happen, he had to be strong, he had to remember why he was doing it.

And that would always be for his family, for the sons he loved more than life itself. He growled, lips rippling, holding on to that fragile sense of self. But Shane had to hold on to anything he could, his claws digging into the floor all over again – or, at the very least, trying to. There was nowhere for him to go at the limits of the chains, of course, but that did not stop him from bucking and twisting to the best of his ability, grunting in the back of his throat.

Yet the monitor betrayed him, all over again. Shane could not imagine just how Kate could get him as worked up as he was, growling thickly with her finger teasing back and forth, barely penetrating him. It all simply served to get him even more worked up than before, that tenacious, treacherous heat crawling through his body, even his lips seeming to tingle. He gulped hard, forcing saliva down his throat where he had been drooling, but he couldn't help himself.

It was too much, his eyes fixed on that finger, how it tilted and adjusted the angle slightly to apply more or less pleasure. It was all down to Kate, of course, and his stomach dipped a little more, hunkering down to the floor.

He did not realise, not even then, that he was trying to present himself in a typical mating position for a jaguar. However, that was something, very much so, that was going to become obvious to him later.

It was funny how things worked out that way, feeling the absence of his cock acutely, how the memory of it throbbed and twinged in the back of his mind. He groaned lightly, tipping his cheek to the cool of the ground, but there was no more he could do than that. Even that tiny bit of a different sensation did not help him in the slightest, his whiskers feeding back more to him still.

They were so sensitive and he grunted, pulling away and back up so he was firmly on all fours again. Yet Kate showed on the camera just how she had adjusted her attack all over again, raking her nails sharply down his tail, pulling back and forth, even making use of ruffling Shane's fur up in the wrong direction.

“Mrrff…"

He grunted, licking his lips. No. It could not affect him, no, not like that. He was not a cat, not a jaguar, not really. And Shane was most certainly not female.

Only… What would the feed show? It did not look like a guy on the screen as the camera zoomed back in on his sex, showing how the edges were wetter than ever, the thinner, lighter fur surrounding his pussy damp with arousal. Even to the point that the hairs were starting to clump together, twisting and curling, though the hair was not thick enough there to matt, fortunately.

The fur on other parts of his body, however, was not so fortunate.

“I know what you're thinking," Kate murmured, her voice only high enough for the camera and Shane's ears to catch it. “You're wondering what they think of you… Your family. Oh, I'll leave that to your imagination, of course, but you've failed them. You didn't look after them. You were such easy targets for me, you didn't even know what was going on, that I was stalking you, following you…"

Shane quivered as Kate paused, her finger lightly pressed to Shane's sex again, as if something big was coming. Yet Shane didn't want to think about that, even as Kate playing and toying with his body drew him abruptly into the present, the moment damning and claiming in the worst of ways.

“You made everything so easy for me… You were some of my easiest targets," Kate went on, working her finger back and forth, finally teasing at that cruel penetration. “And you're going to have such a fanbase, I'm sure, everyone seeing your debasement, everything monetised… You're not going to see any of that, of course. You're not providing for your family, only for me. And that's so much better. But, we must get on with the show, darling…"

And, so, she did.

Shane hissed through his teeth as, finally, Kate properly penetrated his sex, sliding her finger deep inside his wet, well-prepared sex. No! It was wrong! And yet…oh so very right at the same time! He groaned and tried to buck away from it, but all that seemed to do was grind his pussy back on to Kate's finger so it wedged even deeper, all the way up to the knuckle.

“Ah, that's what you need, isn't it?" Kate taunted. “You don't need a cock anymore, having lost your manhood completely… Oh, that wasn't needed. You just thought you needed it."

Yes… Yes, it's mine… I need it… It's mine…

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Yet he could repeat those words as much as he wanted, over and over again, but there was nowhere for him to go and nothing he could do other than repeat little words over and over again. They were the only tiny comfort Shane could take for himself and he glared at the screen as he watched Kate's finger disappear, working back and forth.

Kate ground her finger in and out of his pussy as if it was something she had done time after time before, though that was not something, thankfully, Shane had any part in. He didn't want to think of everything that had come before him, not in the slightest, but the moment locked him down and into it better than any chains ever could.

It was not the camera and the screen, however, recording his abuse and debasement, that made it worse for him, no. It was knowing that all three of his sons, regardless of what they had been transformed into or what they had become, were right there, watching every moment. They caught every twitch and outward pull of his body, even how Shane growled throatily as that finger hit just the right spot inside him.

They saw everything and they saw exactly how far their father had fallen. He'd been meant to protect them until the end of their days, for as long as he ever could, but he had failed.

He had failed, completely and utterly. And was he just there to serve as a message as to what was going to happen to them going forward? Were his sons going to receive the same treatment as him? And what did that mean for those that had been transformed into garter snakes? His overactive imagination could, at the very least, dredge up some kind of idea what Kate would do to the male jaguar…

“Unff… Nnngghhhh.. Rrrrr…"

He couldn't help himself though, not as Kate teased and edged him. His body tightened and, for a moment, Shane thought he was going to be pushed over the edge. There was nothing else that the sharp gasp being dragged into his body could mean, how everything seemed to tighten all of a sudden, desire coursing through and then…

…And then Kate withdrew her finger, leaving the feline bucking and groaning, shuddering back into no pressure at all. As much as he strove with all his might, he couldn't get the delight he needed, hissing breathlessly.

“Ah, what a needy feline," Kate crooned, rubbing his sex again and teasing around it, finding the clit just inside and bearing down on it. “You want to climax, don't you? You want that relief, you want that high… But you're going to have to be a much better, more pleasing toy for me first, you know."

Shane was glad no one would ever know how the thought leapt to his head of just how he was going to do that, how he could be good, how he could be better for her. Some dim, logical part of his mind understood it was just a reaction to everything that was being done to him, but, well, that was not so easy to brush aside as he might have liked.

He just wanted to be there with his sons, without Kate. Then, perhaps, even if they had all been transformed against their will, they could all work together and come up with some idea to get out of there.

They had always been good together.

Yet Shane could not focus on the moment, not as he heaved and huffed and panted and his stomach plummeted, claws out and raking the ground. It was made of a material that screeched and complained noisily whenever his claws dragged over it, though Kate didn't seem bothered by it at all. Not as she bore down on his clit once more, bringing Shane right back to the edge and a shuddering high all over again.

But Kate didn't let Shane climax, no. It was not for him, not yet, no… She didn't need Shane to get off to have her way with him and she'd found better success in breaking her victims by denying them orgasm for as long as possible. Of course, that contradicted with her want to get on with the show, so to speak, but that didn't mean Kate wasn't interested in seeing just how long she could drag everything out, playing back and forth with bringing the jaguar to the edge and then letting her drop off and away.

No, no… How could he need climax so much? Shane had never been one to really think about sex all that much before – sure, he'd had sex, but it had not dominated his every waking moment as it was right there and then.

But he couldn't think about anything else, little quivers and twitches running through his body, making him rock back, lifting his tail, trying to find sensation when his mind rebelled against the very notion of it. His sex burned deeply, spearing up inside as Kate worked him over, hissing and panting, losing control.

Maybe one orgasm…

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Yet Kate did not allow him even that as she backed off and took her attention all the way back to Shane's tail instead. The jaguar howled briefly, cutting it off almost as soon as the cry had begun, wanting more, needing that attention, as shameful as it all was. He growled, dipping his nose, but he couldn't deny how good it was to have his tail kneaded also, watching the detail of his pussy dripping and drooling, even in the absence of Kate's fingers.

The screen forced him to see it all in intimate detail, pointed at his pussy regardless of everything. Even though Kate was not stimulating his clit anymore, his sex was still drooling, a cream-like fluid, still translucent, dripping from him. He didn't understand it, why that need had to be in place.

She'd said she was going to break him, but did she have to take such pride in the breaking of him too? In demoralising him and even ending up craving orgasm from the female side of his body?

His body… But there was a female slit under his tail that he had to pay attention to also, that he couldn't just ignore. Especially as Kate cuffed and clipped her tail back and behind him, so it would be out of the way for what she planned next.

“If you think it feels good to have your tail stroked when it's covered in fur," Kate told him. “Well…you'll be in for a big surprise when it's all nice and bare for you…"

“Nnff…"

He grunted and twisted, though he couldn't wrench his tail free. Exactly as Kate wanted.

He snarled, but would never have sunk his teeth into Kate, not when his family was at stake. They were there, nearby, the male jaguar chained to the wall with his eyes wide, his tail lashing back and forth.

Jamie… Oh, Jamie…

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He shook his head. No… Oh, poor Jamie. There was such fear in his eyes and nothing Shane did got him to communicate with his son. Even though they were both the same species, both humans transformed into jaguars, growls and grunts sounded like exactly that, even to his ears. They could not be twisted into a language, not at that time, that he understood.

So, he could not communicate with his son, nor his twin sons, Lamar and Rey. The garter snakes rested together, one partially coiled up, on a table beside the jaguar, though they were not restrained. Perhaps they had already tried to escape and knew there was nowhere for them to go. With Kate taking charge of everything like that, it made sense that they would have tried to evade her and been thwarted.

Shane just hoped they had not faced a punishment for it. That would have been worse, so much worse, than taking said punishment for himself.

If there was anything he could do, anything he could take, in lieu of his sons facing it, he would always do so, in a heartbeat. It wasn't even something he had to think about.

But their eyes… They drove daggers into his heart, as if twin spires of metal were slamming deep, cutting into his body. Their eyes shone with human intelligence, knowing and understanding what was happening to him, as their father.

The shame would never leave him, even as fur fell from his tail as it was shaved, a passive player but active in his own humiliation. He growled and grunted, keeping his head low, his eyes half-closed.

Still, he watched the screen in front of him, eyes hopelessly fixed on where the camera was pointed at his pussy. Even then, the fat nub of his clit, so much larger than anything that should have ever been on a creature like that, throbbed, just visible inside his pussy.

It was wrong, so very wrong, but he still moaned out long and low as his shaved tail was revealed. It was arousing, so sensitive, Kate trailing her fingers up and along it with a feather light touch. He wanted to twitch it into her touch, to get just a little more, but he couldn't get that from her, not even then, his body burning up from the inside out with clawing, driving, rampant arousal.

He heaved and panted, not knowing what else to do.

“Ah, but you wouldn't want to go through all this alone now, would you, dear?"

Oh, there was Kate again… He should have guessed she had something more in store for him and his growl turned to a snarl, pulling his lips back weakly from his teeth, showing off his fangs. Even though he knew he'd never use them against Kate, it was still a tiny show of defiance. And one that Kate would swiftly crush under her many tricks and the like.

She, after all, was well experienced with defiant victims. And she'd broken each and every last one of them.

But what Shane did not expect was the garter snake – the female, that was Rey – to be tied to his tail. He squirmed and flinched, sending out a mental apology to his son, but it was not one that his son would ever hear, being a completely different species to him. He hissed and shook his head, trying to tell Kate “no," but it was not as if Kate was due to listen to him in the slightest.

Rey's body lined up along his tail with the snake's head in line with the tip of Shane's tail. The feline wasn't sure whether he should still be twitching and thrashing it, even as his tail was released from the cuff-like bondage Kate had forced it into to shave it, or if he needed to keep it still for Rey.

Poor Rey… Like Jamie, he didn't deserve any of that. Shane flinched and stilled, panting heavily, his flanks heaving. He hadn't been able to protect his sons, even though they were adults with their own lives. And just how was he ever going to get them out of such a terrible situation?

Still, he hoped there was something he could do for them, something that would make the churning, aching sear of humiliation in his stomach worth it all, in the long run. Maybe that was the only tiny, fragmented sliver of hope Shane had to hold on to.

So, he kept his tail still as he held Rey there, trying to be as tender and as gentle with the garter snake as he could.

“Now… You can share in all your son's experiences, dear Shane. Isn't that good for you too?"

Shane gulped, but didn't respond. No… No, he didn't have to say anything, didn't have to do anything. He just had to look after his son, look after Rey, all the best he could.

Yet Kate left them be for a moment while she collected Lamar. He had been fortunate enough, like Jamie, to retain his sex – though that was small comfort when trapped in such a situation. Shane swallowed hard, licking his lips, his tongue rasping over them, wondering what Kate was doing.

He hoped his son was okay as Kate massaged the length of the male garter snake's body, fingers skilfully pushing and rippling over Lamar. It was quite as if she had done it many times before, though what had gone before them was really none of Shane's concern.

It was not as if he could help anyone else, but he could try to make things as easy as possible for his sons. If he could take the brunt of Kate's wrath and have them spared…that could be enough.

He imagined what Kate may have wanted from him. Maybe having him perform on camera with a big dildo shoved into his cunt? That would make sense, considering how she had gone to great lengths, with the serum, to arouse him to a state that he barely was in control of himself in the slightest, unknowing of even who he was at the worst points. That wouldn't be too bad, not in the grand scheme of things, if he could find some way to let his family escape.

The mind would go to great lengths, however, to convince itself that all could be well, to hold on to that hope and that zest for life one way or the other. But Shane, like all the others before him, would fall, regardless of how things played out.

That was one thing Kate always guaranteed for her victims.

“Come now…" Kate whispered to the snake, his tail furtively coiling and twisting around her arm, holding on as tightly as he could. “You don't have to be scared. You're here to make someone feel very, very good. And won't it feel good to you too, to have those needs of yours met? We're all just animals really."

Shane shuddered. That sick tone of Kate's really sank into a part of his core that felt real, as if it was buried, deep and dark, pulling at needs and desires that really had no place in being there. But maybe everyone had those fearsome sides of themselves too that they never wanted to let out into the light.

It didn't matter. Not as the head of the male garter snake, Lamar, was pressed up to the female's vent. Rey hissed and tried to squirm, wriggling against Shane's tail, and the jaguar bucked and moaned from how good even that little shiver of movement felt. The tiniest of wriggles felt like great, heaving rolls of pleasure, his tail by far the most sensitive part of his whole body.

“Unff…"

He let out a throaty chuff, air rasping over his tongue and between his teeth, even though he tried to keep it in. Oh, please… He thought. Please, just one orgasm. Please, relinquish me from this torture…

Even his flowery, pretty words left him, though he still tried to pull towards them in a moment of need, twisting his head back and forth, yet finding no distraction from the strain in his body. It ached and twinged and he was forced to watch on the screen how Lamar tried to resist.

Oh, Shane could see just how hard he tried, his dark tongue flickering in and out, playing across Rey's vent, he supposed. It was strange to talk about his sons in such terms, even in the privacy of his own mind, as if he was giving himself a running commentary on all that was taking place.

“Go on…" Kate encouraged him softly, rubbing the top of Lamar's head with the tip of her finger. “You want her… She's all there for you, that lovely lady garter snake… I want lots of eggs and babies out of you too."

No!

_ _

Shane yowled but he wouldn't have been able to stop them even if he had been free, for it was at that very moment that Lamar gave in, twisting and wrapping himself desperately around Rey's body and Shane's tail. It was as if the garter snake did not differentiate between the two, ramming one of his hemipenes into the snake's vent and driving deep, though he didn't need to specifically thrust after that. The grind and twist of their bodies coming together did the work for him from that point on.

No…

_ _

The jaguar's eyes watered as he strained, keeping them open for too long without blinking, though they were not really tears, despite the conflicted emotion swilling through his body. He grunted and hissed, trying to call out with strange little mewls and cries, but nothing got through to them. Not as he flicked his tail helplessly back and forth, trying, even then, to shake off Lamar. It was not as if he wanted to hurt Lamar but he didn't want his son breeding…

Oh, gods!

_ _

He couldn't even think the words, but it was clear what his son was doing, Kate levelling the video camera at the snakes with a twisted smirk on her face. And it was all on the screen too, how the snake's body twisted and shuddered, breeding Rey with furtive grinds and juddering thrusts that rippled down the length of the garter snake's body.

And he still wished it could have been him, shame burning hot through him, as if that too would sear the fur from his frame, so warm did it burn. Shane groaned and thrashed his tail harder than ever, whipping it back and forth, even though he was sure he was disorientating and upsetting both snakes. But he had to do something, anything, to get Lamar off Rey!

Lamar didn't know what he was doing… But the grip of the garter snake's body around Rey and his tail was simply too strong, Rey parted his jaws as the breeding female, gaping and horrified, showing human expression even with a snake's mouth.

I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry…

_ _

This should never have happened to you.

_ _

Once the male snake was securely curled around Rey, coupling them furtively, Kate turned her attention to another means. Of course, it was not all about simply showing Shane what his family was being forced into, that depraved nuance of debauchery coursing through the undertone of all that made them who they were… No. No, it was so much more than that, as Kate took the end of Shane's tail, complete with the two snakes, and pushed it around, presenting the tip to Shane's pussy.

It should not have slipped in as easily as it did, but Shane yowled as his sex was stretched by something larger than even the finger Kate had pressed into his body. He huffed and tried to stay still, but even the jaguar could not resist the urge to grind back into the pressure, horrified by his own reactions.

It was wrong, so very wrong, the naked tip of his own tail squeezing into his sex with the female snake's head swallowed up too, though Shane could not dissociate things, no, not in that moment. He had to be there, had to be grounded, his tail thrashing and wiggling within his own sex. His sons needed him, poor Rey being bred, his vent penetrated deeply, though he was sure Lamar had swapped hemipenes at some point.

How long could garter snakes even mate for? He didn't know, wasn't sure he even wanted to know, his tail so very sensitive with the helpless snake tied to it. Rey tried to writhe and squirm, but that only added to Shane's illicit pleasure, his sex wetting further, slippery and dripping around the snake. Yet his tail and the serpents were used as if they were nothing more than a sex toy – which was exactly what they were to Kate.

Kate had them in her hold and smirked viciously, her camera work shaky but, well, she'd have plenty more time still to play with the jaguars and the garter snakes. Lamar's head poked back out of Shane's pussy as she worked the tail back and forth, even Shane's skin soaked with his own arousal. That meant the snake's head was in the perfect position for her to thumb it and rub Lamar's head against the outside of his pussy, grinding back and forth and against the fleshy, risen nub of his clit.

She wondered if the jaguar had worked out yet that a jaguar wasn't supposed to have a clit as large and as fleshy as that. Maybe he had or maybe he had not, but all was well in her little world, as long as she had the jaguars and the garter snakes in her hold, there for her to toy with for as long as she wished.

But it was the humiliation she craved that time, to see him crumble and sink, knowing he was nothing more than a slave to her, her toy to do with as she pleased. And the watching and the exposure: those would both be key to everything.

She'd see him fall, crumbling and breaking before her… Soon enough.

Lamar hissed, his black tongue flickering in and out as his body was used for their pleasure, barely even aware of what was going on. His primal mind had taken over, though Kate suspected Lamar was not even aware of that at the time. He was in another world, one where the serum controlled him, swelling through, forcing him to stay deep within the female garter snake, doing what his nature demanded of him.

There was nothing else for the snake, no… Kate would see to that. Shane moaned as he was fucked with his own tail and the snakes, his head swirling with need, tingling sensation clawing through him, prickling and snapping. Some moments were sharper than the others and he twitched, caught between pushing back and juddering away.

But he couldn't do either – or more that it did not matter at all what he did, one way or the other. He groaned and licked his lips and vaguely tried to appear unaffected by the whole thing, but there was nothing there that was within his power to control. Shane was just a toy and his heart sank, heart pounding, forcing blood around his body, through his veins, searing heatedly.

“Ooff…. Mmmnnnnnn…"

“That's it…" Kate breathed. “Just give in. It's so much easier when you accept there's nothing you can do, that you're here at my whim and only that. Go on… You need this… You need to orgasm. That's all you can think about, even as you use your sons for your own pleasure, thrusting into your pussy… But don't they feel so good in there? All three of them?"

Kate seemed to be talking more to herself than Shane, but the jaguar still trembled, his eyes feeling moist again, though not with tears. He strained and grunted, but the pressure within his pussy was simply too much for him to ignore. And just how the snakes twisted and wriggled… Oh, that was something simply exquisite, aching deeply, rubbing against parts of his body that he really should not have ever had to consider.

Yet Kate brought that all to the forefront of his mind, the pressure on his clit drawing his attention, teasing and rubbing back and forth. His eyes locked on to the screen as Kate's hand steadied, showing him up close and personal how Lamar's head pressed down on to his clit, the fleshy nub squeezing out very slightly from his pussy with all the pressure that was being exerted in there. A drip and drool of arousal squelched around it and Shane shuddered all over again at how turned on he was, how he would have thrown himself down on the ground and begged for climax, for something he did not understand, if he had been at liberty to do so.

Yet that would have been more humiliating than ever, playing right into the degradation Kate wanted for him. He hissed and drooled and rocked back around the pressure of the snakes within his pussy, though the tingling ripples of sensation easing through him from his own shaved bare tail too were impossible to ignore. On the screen, he watched as the snakes and his tail were thrust to their deepest extent yet, Rey going in deep even though his head had been in line with the tip of Shane's tail – oh, he hoped Rey was okay! What if they couldn't breathe in there?

His heart leapt and skipped a beat, plummeting into the pit of his stomach in the same moment. His son, his sons… He had failed his sons… And what would they think of him, knowing intimately just how wet and dripping he was? They all would be easily able to tell just how turned on he was, Lamar's smooth snakeskin glistening in a sheen of his arousal, the jaguar's arousal even clinging to the snake's dark tongue.

“Unff… Rrrrfff…"

He mewled, shaking his head, though he could not close his eyes. No… Even then, he had to keep watching, the screen sliding down a little before his nose and forcing him to raise his head so he didn't have to look at everything there at a distorted angle. His tail looked foreign, even to him, as it drove in and out of his pussy, Kate's painted nails curved around his flesh and that of the snakes. No… It didn't even look like a tail anymore, but simply a sex toy, something to be used, something that could be utilised in the ways Kate clearly knew best.

A few drops of arousal had made it on to the screen – or maybe it was drool, Shane wasn't really sure at all. Not that it mattered either as he was made to watch, his son's snakeskin glistening with his arousal, Lamar's body trembling and twitching as he twisted and wrapped around Rey even more tightly. Rey's little head could not even be seen, though the very tip of the female garter snake's tail thrashed and twitched, even if he could not go anywhere. It was the only sign of Rey's distress, though Shane imagined he could feel him too thrashing and squirming within his sex.

His son, Jamie, tried to pace, though he was chained up too short to move in the slightest, grunting and groaning, even letting out low, throaty chuffs. Shane didn't know whether or not it was reassuring to know his son was struggling as much as he was, for his own arousal was obvious to everyone there.

There was no hiding it. There had never been any point in trying to appear more composed than he was.

Not with Kate there, dictating every moment. The male jaguar, Jamie, snorted and chuffed, trying to paw at his own muzzle, but he forgot to dip his head and acted like he still had a hand there and not a paw. It would have been amusing if not for how dire the whole thing was.

There was nothing funny there as Shane watched his son straining and trying to break free of the chain, his eyes fixed on the body of the female. Shane moaned and shook his head.

No… No… Jamie… Jamie… You have to fight it. You have to try.

_ _

But who was Shane to tell his son that he had to do better than even him in a moment like that? He was just an animal in that moment, turned on by the many alluring sights and sounds and smells clouding his senses, assaulting him from all directions. His upper lip rippled and tried to curl, all the better to sift through the scents in the air, but Shane shook his head at him, trying to will Jamie to be the best of them all.

For it was only then that he was starting to realise just what Kate had intended, considering the two jaguars, one's sex changed and the other's remaining the same.

But he didn't want to dig into it, acknowledging it, his tail twitching, pulling, though Kate held it fast. He panted heavily, drooling in a splatter of saliva, but he couldn't stop his need from coiling and tightening within him. Shane didn't even think he was actually going to climax that time, not with how Kate had teased and edged him for so long – but he was not to be held at fault in the slightest for how his body responded.

He panted and licked his lips, running his tongue around his lips and teeth, trying to hold on to the moment as well as he could. Desperately, through half-closed eyes, he watched the screen, the snakes twisting and shuddering, evidently pumping in joint climax.

Yet the jaguar did not expect to tip over the edge himself as he howled and orgasm ripped through him, wrenching at his stomach and lurching viciously. Shane snarled and growled and snapped at the empty air, straining to do something, anything, even if his body was controlled by a force outside his dictation at that very moment.

Never had he experienced an orgasm like that, not ever before, not with how it throbbed and pulsed, his sex closing and rippling erratically around the snakes and his tail. It felt full, too full, as if the entrance of his sex too was being strained far too widely, almost pulsing with a sense of strain that was not quite pain. Shane moaned aloud, twisting his head back and forth, but he couldn't call halt to anything, letting sensation roll through over and over again, his orgasm dragging out for far longer than usual.

“Now, wasn't that lovely?"

Dimly, Shane came back to himself, grunting and licking his lips, blinking up at Kate. What was she saying? What did she even mean?

Kate smirked, drawing his tail back out of his slit and presenting it to his lips. Shane recoiled, his stomach flipping, but Kate only smeared the naked tip and tuck of Rey's nose over Shane's muzzle. Rubbing his juices off on his own muzzle, Kate eyed up Shane dispassionately.

“If you want to do anything at all for your sons," she said, her voice taking on a hard edge, “you'll do as I say. Lick your tail clean for the camera, you feline slut. This is your life now."

She could have said more, but it did so much more for Shane than he could have imagined, arousal curling in his stomach. Why was he still horny after everything? That didn't make sense at all, whimpering and moaning, licking his lips, yet half the sounds he made didn't sound at all like anything that should have come from the lips of a jaguar, not in the slightest.

“Unff…"

But he had to, he had to do something, had to try. Maybe that was all he could do for his sons, parting his lips despite how his jaw ached to lick off his own tail. It rasped and pulled over the skin and the body of the snakes, Lamar still entwined desperately around Rey, and he moaned with a long, rippling shudder running down his spine.

It shouldn't have felt good, humiliation sinking within him, making him feel as if he could orgasm all over again. He groaned and rolled his hips back, not sure how he was moving with a dip and an arch in his back, needing more, lapping and running his tail all over his tail and the snakes until there was not a single drop of his arousal left.

“Mmm… Now, how about we give you what you have really been craving?" Kate suggested. “A dose of the real thing…"

No…

_ _

Yet his body screamed “yes," as if there was nothing else in the world he could have wanted more, his pussy burning, aching so very deeply. He moaned and closed his eyes, not even looking at the screen anymore, for Kate had set the camera down so she could do something else.

The male jaguar tried to pace but all he could do, just about, was twist from side to side, for the chain locking him to the wall and the heavy, metal collar was too short. Unlike Shane, he did not have manacles locking his paws to the ground, however, which offered him a little more freedom of movement.

Jamie…

_ _

Blinking, Shane shook his head, willing his son to be strong, to be the man he could never be. But Kate loosened Jamie's chain all the same, the chain appearing from a hole in the wall as Kate turned a crank some feet away. Jamie huffed and strained, his pupils dilated, panting through an open-mouth as he strained with all his might to get at the female jaguar.

Maybe, in his mind, there was nothing he could do. Maybe Jamie had seen his father fall so far that he could not have held back, even though he may have wanted to. Or maybe the serum had driven his human mind away from the primal side, snarling and snapping and heaving like a beast, only knowing that desperate, breeding urge.

For Shane had felt it too, driving through his body, heaving and roiling, commanding him in the only way it knew how. He huffed hotly and hoped against hope Jamie would be strong enough – yet it was never meant to be.

Jamie snarled and hurled himself at his father as if he didn't even realise it was his father there in the body of the female jaguar. Shane yowled and tried to twist away, but there was nowhere for his paws to go as the slack in the chain gave Jamie just enough so that he could mount his father.

“There, now…" Kate breathed. “Everything will kick in now, you'll feel your shaft slide out… Poor little kitty's body didn't know what to do before, ah… The serum is so much more potent in this concoction, but it takes a little longer to sink into the body of a male. But don't you worry. From this point forward, you'll be driven mad with lust and know exactly how to satisfy yourself. After all, I've given you the perfect breeding partner, the mate your body craves."

Shane snarled, warding Jamie off, but he could not deny, even then, just how his body wanted all the male had to give too. The snakes twisted, Lamar clinging to Rey forcibly, though Shane chanced there was an air of interest from the snake, wanting to hold on to his brother, even though his brother, technically, was not really his brother anymore. And maybe that was just how his son would slip too, finding that the delights of sexual pleasure by far surpassed anything he could have as a human man.

Maybe. Only time would tell, one way or another.

But that was not something Shane could help with or dictate, no longer in control of his sons or able to help or direct them in any way. Just another reason for heat to swirl in his gut, pooling and puddling, reminding Shane of the shame he would carry with him for the rest of his life.

Jamie, however, had some self-control left – at least, that was how Shane chose to interpret it. For the jaguar lunged towards him, but not for his tail end. No, Jamie's focus seemed to be on the heated drool of the female jaguar's mouth, his sheath plumping full as a dark, pink length slowly pushed out.

But Shane didn't get the chance to take it all in as he growled and Jamie pushed over his head, pulling up, that slick spire of a cock grinding over his muzzle. The jaguar reeled, shocked by developments, his tail thrashing even as the snakes were whipped back and forth, Shane not thinking about his other sons as much as he should have been. It was hard when his face was full of jaguar cock, sliding over his nose, grinding against his muzzle, jabbing and thrusting with a raw, primal need as he sought an entrance.

Yet Shane didn't know why he was doing that, no! Not in the slightest, not as his son tried to mount his mouth, his cock pushing between his lips and sliding heatedly over his tongue.

He reeled, trying to push it out with his tongue, but not even his rough, feline tongue helped him get that cock out of his mouth, not in the slightest. He groaned and quivered, but the weight of his son on top of him was far too much, hissing around the meat in his mouth as it ground deep.

And more of it appeared too as Jamie's body learned what it was to lust and how he was to satisfy the needs of his body. The male jaguar yowled, a throaty, wild sound, and ground into his mouth, thrusting wildly, his hind end curled down and around as he hunched, instinctively trying to take on a breeding, mounting position, even if his mind didn't know what he wanted to do fully.

And the barbs… Shane quivered, his tail stilling as Kate laughed in the background. Let alone the taste – those were far worse than anything else. The barbs were sharp and caught and pulled, drawing a metallic ring of blood from his mouth. A jaguar's mouth was not meant to take anything sharp into it, not like that, for it was his teeth that were designed to cut and rip and tear, nothing like that.

He tried to pull back, but he was already curled around to the side at an angle, the chains limiting his motion. He'd been trying to ward off his son from mounting him, from taking heed of that breeding urge, and had been half trying to face him. Although that hadn't helped Shane in the slightest or got him anything other than a mouth full of cock.

“There you go… Well, I suppose you can't see the screen right now," Kate said. “But…I'll record it all. You'll like something to watch when your son is fucking a litter of jaguar cubs into you."

Shane trembled, trying to lick his lips, though he could barely move his tongue at all with how the cat was forcibly thrusting into his mouth, fucking him with raw, single-minded intent. Shane wondered if Jamie had held back at all, when the chains had been loosened enough for him to get at his mouth, but it looked like the jaguar simply had not been able to get at his tail end, from how they were positioned. It was all in how the chains were locked into the ground and the wall…

“The serum will have given your son so much extra stamina," Kate taunted softly, her voice a sinuous undertone to the crudity of the moment. “Why, I wouldn't be surprised if your mouth is raw after all this. He's going to last far, far longer than any normal jaguar… Well, neither of you are normal. Nobody in my collection is."

Shane grunted, not sure what to make of that as his son rammed into his mouth, thrusting in short, sharp thrusts. Wouldn't Jamie get off him? He snarled around his son's cock, humiliation burning through him. And what was it that Kate had said? She'd be recording it all for him to watch later?

So… Was he just going to be watched videos of his debasement over and over again?

He couldn't imagine his life stretching out into eternity down there, not all that much of a life at all, not as he was forcibly taken by his mouth. Shane grunted, twisting his tail back behind him, straightening it out as much as he could. Maybe, if he did that, he wouldn't have to show his other sons how he was being defiled, but it was a very small hope indeed.

His attention zeroed back in on himself, not so much his sons, even as his body seared and prickled with arousal. Forced to become intimately familiar with his son's cock, he panted heavily and harshly around that moderate length, though he couldn't help but imagine with a gulp of horror just how it would feel driving inside him.

For it was clear what Kate was planning, in explicit detail, as sick and as twisted as the whole thing was. She was going to have Jamie breed him as if he was a female to be taken, not human, not animal – just something of her own twisted concoction.

Jamie didn't really know what he was doing, not as he humped and ground into his father's muzzle, driving his cock as deep as he could, lust swelling through him. All he knew was that he had a hot hole to fill, something warm and wet flicking up against the underside of his cock, caressing his member.

Instinct told him what else to do as he thrust, unwittingly grinding too roughly over the sensitive flesh of his father's mouth, though all he knew was pleasure. Oh, it was good, so very good, to have something around his member – and it was a wonder indeed that he had not realised before that it was what he'd needed. He'd just been chained there, twisting back and forth as he tried to pace, but only really managed a step, maybe two. And watching, always watching.

The juices of the female jaguar had dripped so alluringly from her pussy, but Jamie had known too that there was something wrong about that, something he should have been disgusted by. And he had been, truly, trying to pull away, trying not to watch, yet his desire had taken over.

His body just hadn't known what to do before he'd been able to get in just a little closer to the female jaguar: from that point on it had been easy though. Even if it was not quite what his body needed, the aching ripples of desire had to be fed one way or the other and his body more than took care of the humping and thrusting so he didn't have to worry about anything at all.

Dimly, Jamie was aware there was someone there, a human, but…that didn't matter to him. There was only a very faint flicker of heat in his abdomen, something that told him he should have been paying attention to something else, but he was not all that bothered by that. It would come and it would go, but he would keep thrusting, growling throatily as he tried to get something that seemed to remain, tantalisingly, out of reach.

Shane groaned, closing his eyes against the battering ram of his son's lower abdomen against his nose, brutally bruising it, over and over again. Kate had been more than correct about his son taking much longer to get off, yet his mind could not block out the experience for him, as much as he wanted to try.

So, he felt everything. From the rough grind of his son's muscle barging into his nose to the softer crinkle of the jaguar's sheath pushing back to expose just a little more cock, right at the base. And there was more, the sick taste of pre-cum in his mouth, a cock that was not as clean as his own, of course, would ever have been when he was having sex before. It was not dirty, not per se, but it came with the distinct, raunchy taste of animal to it, clinging to his tongue and his muzzle as if it was determined to sink into the very fabric of his being.

“I should have counted the thrusts," Kate commented, walking around them with the handheld camera, just to supposedly get a better angle. “That would have added to the humiliation. Maybe the video, once it's all edited and live for everyone to watch and enjoy, will have a thrust counter? Then they'll see just how low you've fallen, how much you love sucking on your son's cock."

He growled. No… No, that wasn't true. He was just doing it because he had to, because Kate hadn't given him any choice in the matter. But how on earth was he to convey that to anyone seeing what was happening there, right before their eyes?

Shane tried to flinch back and away, though feared what would happen to the garter snakes still tied to and wrapped around his tail if he fought back too hard. He couldn't make any sudden movements, at the very least, for the snakes may have been jostled – and it was not as if he was all that far from the wall either.

He couldn't hurt his sons, no. He had to keep thinking there would be a way to get them out, sooner or later. Sooner rather than later, of course…

Kate, however, was on the move and Shane grunted as he tried to watch her setting up mirrors around his head and face, though they had to be far enough back, of course, so that they did not interfere with Jamie filling his mouth with his dick. That restricted what Shane could see in them, of course, but it looked like they would more than fulfil the requirement Kate had for them.

His stomach sank.

Please, no… No more…

_ _

Shane would have begged with words if he had been able to, yet none would leap to lips that were never designed with the capability of human speech in mind.

And it was the mirrors that showed him every devastating moment, his stomach plummeting further than Shane would have ever thought was possible. Every thrust was captured there, a blue of jaguar fur in gold and black flying past his vision and whipping back, revealing a split second of his own reflection in the mirror.

His front half was bowed down to the ground, as if he was asking for something, forelegs quivering with the sheer effort it took to hold himself in place. Shane focused on how his legs trembled, though his son's sheath crushed to his nose with every thrust, forcing him to root himself in a moment that he'd much rather have no part of in the slightest. He huffed and groaned, eyes half-lidded with restrained humiliation, yet the dark cold of it sank into his bones, contrasting with the burning heat of arousal.

It was funny how those things should not have really gone together and yet they came up against one another regardless, as if they had any right to be there in the first place. He tried to hiss around his son's cock and yet still fell straight into the trap of keeping his mouth open for him, acting as if he was willing just for the sheer threat that he could hurt Jamie by accident.

He couldn't do that… Not even as his eyes watered, his throat raw and sore, gulping down all the saliva he could that threatened to spill from his lips, bruised and battered. His rough tongue flicked up helplessly against Jamie's cock, but it was only later that he would realise that his tongue was nowhere near as rough as that of a real jaguar, for it would have been able to strip meat from bone if so. He had been designed, by Kate, to be the perfect partner for his son, all without even a lick of consent ever being mentioned.

Jamie kept thrusting mindlessly, the barbs drawing blood with how they raked Shane's mouth raw, but the jaguar wasn't focusing on that, no. His attention was on Kate, watching her in the mirrors behind him until she stepped entirely out of view.

And then the monitor flickered, the screen showing him exactly what was there for him to take in.

It was the snakes. He had not been paying anywhere near enough attention to Lamar and Rey as the garter snakes twisted around and around each other, Rey quivering as the male loosened his grip. Kate smirked, holding up a clear tank with dozens of garter snakes twisting and writhing into one another within it.

Shane's heart lurched.

“Don't worry," she said, lowering the tank slowly. “I didn't want your son to go without, especially when Lamar cannot keep his grip on him forever. A female can be bred, of course, over and over again, and they'll need plenty of males to keep them company."

She did not elaborate one where she had got the male garter snakes in the tank from but, well – in brief, a football team had come by the sanctuary and fallen on her bad side. They were low stakes college football, all adults but lacking the experience of people older: not her usual victims. But she had not liked how they treated the cats in her care in particular, mocking them and laughing at them through the plexiglass barriers and tall fences. So, she'd done what she did best and had them all transformed.

In all honesty, it had been one of her riskier endeavours, though that had been quite some time ago and what had started her on experimenting with garter snakes in particular, testing out how their sex drives in particular responded to the serum. After the horny, transformed football team had been denied for so long, they would be grateful for a good breeding, delivering their seed to a very needy female who was going to have a seriously puffy, sore vent after they were all said and done with her.

Shane cried out a muffled growl as Jamie claimed his muzzle, yet his eyes were on the screen, even though he could not see it clearly, even as his son thrust and thrust. The tank opened – and the snakes streamed out. It was a scene that sent a cold jolt of fear into him, but not for the reasons it would have before, no. Not as the male snakes streamed in a horde of lithe, twisting bodies for Rey, still bound to his tail and helpless to do anything at all to fight back against any of them.

Grotesquely, before his eyes, the garter snakes mobbed Rey, twisting around the only breeding female in their midst into a horny, slithering ball of mating. Their tails lashed out as every male tried to be the one to get in first, to be inside Rey, though they did not need to thrust as Jamie did to seed their female and stake their claim. Even Lamar, though Shane could not differentiate him from the mob anymore, was caught up in the throng, surely trying to mate his brother all over again, driven mad by that feral sense of breeding lust.

They didn't know any different, Shane was sure, and he by no means would hold his son accountable for what he was putting Rey through, for it was his shame and his alone to carry. They were just bystanders, caught up in a scheme that was surely intended for him.

Yet they were debased too, forced to be decrepit by Kate, her hand controlling everything, like the twisted puppet master she was.

He tried not to watch, but, as ever, that didn't do Shane any good. He growled and grunted, drooling thickly around the cock in his mouth, the madness of the snakes slithering and twisting around his tail. Even if Shane did not watch the monitor, he could still feel what was happening, twisting jolts and judders sending erotic shockwaves down his shaved bare tail. He tried to tell himself that it was just because his tail was naked that he felt everything so intimately, though not even Shane was sure he believed that. He didn't know what he believed anymore.

Maybe he was just a slut for his son's cock, for, if he had been free, Shane did not think he would have been able to stop himself from twisting around and presenting his surely hot, swollen slit to Jamie to breed. Humiliatingly, even though it was not something, thankfully, that could pass his lips aloud, he was jealous of the snakes. There they were, all having such a good time, twisting and turning around his tail – and what of him? Was he just there to be a tool for everyone else?

His guts churned, stomach gurgling, his body striving to make sense of all that was happening to him and keep everything going, exactly as it needed to be. But neither was that something Shane had control over as he blinked at the haze of garter snakes, twisting around the female, Rey lost within the pass.

The monitor showed Rey's little mouth briefly agape in horror until the sinuous body of yet another male snake covered him, swallowing him up in the heat of the mob all over again.

Yet there was something going on with Jamie that dragged Shane harshly back to the present, hissing shortly, trying to resist the urge to lash his tail. His pussy was dripping, he could feel it oozing down between his hind legs, matting the dark fur there even more – but there was nothing to fill him! He didn't want to beg for anything, no, yet his mind could only show him picture after picture of big, hot lengths of cock, imagining how they would feel ploughing his tight pussy full.

The details were vague, but the desire was there, lurching and driving, a festering urge that could not be sated by anything other than the real thing. He grunted as Jamie sped up and up, his thrusts reaching a piston-like pace as he crammed every inch of cock that he could into his father's mouth.

Shane moaned around him, his head hazy, knowing that something was coming but not being quite sure what. It was hard to pick out details in the mess of it all, the pressure on his nose so immense that he swore his nose was running, moisture trickling from it as the pressure points on his muzzle were crushed too. But he didn't have a hand in that, oh no, nothing of a say, not as Jamie thrust and thrust – finally spilling over the edge.

The male jaguar's roar echoed off the confines of the small room as he heralded his orgasm, making sure everyone there, even the snakes, knew exactly what was happening. Even Shane could not deny it, not as ropes of hot, thick cum splattered his mouth, some running straight down his throat as he hacked and gagged and struggled not to choke on it. As a liquid, even if it was viscous, there was no real choke risk from it, though it would have most certainly been unpleasant if he wasn't able to gulp it down at the right moment.

So, he tried, even in a haze of desperation. And maybe it was that moment more than any other that spoke volumes for how his willpower was crumbling, how, even then, he was falling, despite not understanding what more was coming to him.

He could only let his head bow, quivering, and accept what his son had for him. Even as Shane knew, intimately so, that it wasn't what he wanted in the slightest, that what his serum-laced body craved was far more desperate, and lay under his tail.

He needed more than his own tail and the snakes to penetrate the hot, wet mess of his cunt.

Slowly, Jamie eased off, his hips juddering more erratically as if he realised what he was doing, that his orgasm had come to a close. He shuffled back, seeming not to know where to put his paws, as he dismounted, though the chain still stopped him from going too far.

Shane glanced at his reflection in the mirrors, though he perhaps should not have done so. It didn't help in the slightest, not to see him with his panting mouth agape, a drop of blood showing within amongst the heated swill of cum. It dribbled over his lips as he panted, no longer even possessing the energy with which to swallow, marking the darker edges of them. If they had been slick with saliva before, they were not anymore, just glistening with the sheen of his debasement.

And there was no coming back from that. The image would be burned into his mind forevermore, locked in there, so he could never again escape from it.

He groaned, dipping his nose, barely even aware of his son nuzzling him, pushing his face into the crook of his neck. Maybe Jamie was trying to apologise and, of course, Shane would take it, no questions asked. But there was no way, not yet, for either of them to communicate with each other, not even as Shane relaxed ever so slightly into the warmth of his son.

Despite everything, there was a part of him that was glad Jamie was there with him, that he wasn't alone there. He didn't want to be alone, despite everything. It just wasn't the fate he wanted for himself, no, not when he wanted to live, to be free, to find the vitality of life that, before, he'd thought had been all his.

Never had Shane considered just how easy it was to strip that all away as if it had never existed in the first place. All his pride, all his power, all his casual agency over his own life… Gone, just like that.

Yet Jamie's moment of lucidity, apparently, was short-lived. For it was no time at all before the male jaguar was chuffing shortly again, his cock out and hard, the barbs even seeming more ready than they had been before. They fleshed out a little more, the sharp edges of them glistening with delight, and Shane gulped hard, even while he rebelled against the musky taste of jaguar lingering in his mouth.

No… Jamie, come on… You've got to fight it.

_ _

But his body remained starkly in conflict with what his mind wanted, his tail pushing up, twisting the heavy mass of garter snakes along with it. Of course, he could not keep his tail lifted with so many garter snakes twining and spinning around his tail, so it had to hang down to the side, the end rubbing against the floor. The snakes took advantage of the greater purchase that allowed them, spinning around to swap positions once they were done breeding the female, though they would all come back around again. For them, there was no rush to leave after breeding a female, for, as long as the female was still there, they would just come around once more to take another turn.

And another.

And another.

“Are you ready, my sweet?" Kate crooned, boldly petting the head of the male jaguar, though Jamie didn't even seem to realise she was there. “He's mad with lust, you know, doesn't even know how to get what he wants from you. And there's your pussy, so ripe with need. He's had your muzzle, but you know that's not enough for a big cat that needs to breed."

Shane groaned and shook his head, though he was not going to dissuade her, no, even as he tried to push back against her will for him. Kate smirked and loosened the chain off, notch by notch, with the lever in the wall, allowing link after link out so Jamie had a greater range of motion.

Jamie shook his head, clawing at the ground and yowling, yet he was prey to instinct, the serum flowing through him with every beat of his heart, spreading to every last part of his body. No, his need could not be held back, not even then, not when it mattered the most to him. But he had to try, yes, had to do something about it, anything,

And, with that little more allowed, Jamie was finally able to get at the jaguar's cunt as he pulled up and back, rearing to mount the female clumsily. It was not any kind of motion a real jaguar would have made, though he was purely driven by the lurching waves of desire commanding his existence at that very moment, but Jamie had to go along with it. It was all that was left to him, that raw, throbbing need, his cock guiding him forward as he thrust messily.

But he couldn't sink home and Shane mewled plaintively, not even knowing what he wanted. His mind wanted his son far, far away from him, no longer able to fill his pussy with that cock, and the rest of him just ached to be filled, to be bred – just like Rey was being bred, at that very moment.

The two opposing natures conflicted one another less than sweetly and he hissed through his teeth, finally, as the tip of Jamie's cock, accidentally, caught his slit.

It rammed into him with all the force of a lustful male jaguar, one who wanted him, who craved to fill his cunt with every inch of barbed dick he had at his disposal. Shane cried out but his moans were lost as Jamie thrust rampantly, hunching far over his hind end and curling forward as much as he was able, all to get every inch of cock into him, ramming in with brutal, driving force.

Shane didn't have to wonder what that looked like, no, not in the slightest. Of course, Kate was right here with the handheld camera all over again, recording it all for him, sending the live feed to the screen before his nose. He turned back to face the centre of the semi-circle of mirrors all over again, humiliation swamping him, even as his body, illicitly so, delighted in the change of circumstances. For that was all his serum-addled body craved, that heated urge to be bred and to be taken, to have a thick length stretching his pussy wide.

The barbs, however, were something else entirely to contend with and it was not as if he could ignore them, not even then, as they raked and pulled through his pussy every time Jamie withdrew.

He howled, panting through an open mouth, holding fast in the face of adversary, though it was not as if he could restrain himself in the slightest beyond that, oh no. No… No, what he needed was to be free – and to have a cock stuffed into his cunt, even while everyone who saw the video of him being fucked and bred would know of his humiliation.

“Ah… This is quite the show you two are putting on," Kate commented as she zoomed in for a close-up shot of Jamie's cock disappearing into the jaguar's pussy. “Mmm… You two are doing so well. It's surprising though, I didn't really use all that much serum on you both. Maybe this is where you belonged all along."

Shane didn't know whether or not she was lying to them but he didn't want to consider it. He didn't want to consider that it was all some dark inclination of his that he may have cooked up if he had been free to do so. But maybe everyone had that darkness in them and his was only then being brought to the surface…

Jamie huffed as he covered the female jaguar with his body, his stomach churning, knowing that it was his father under him. Yet it was strange, even to him, how easy it was to swallow down that horror and keep going, keep thrusting, when it all felt as good as it did. He told himself he was following the natural inclinations of his body and was purely doing what Kate was forcing him to do, but…how much of that was really true?

He saw the snakes twisting, his two brothers wrapped up, somehow, in that mess, but strangely felt cut off from them, as if he was set back from the scene, watching it through a glass window, or even a recording. Nothing else mattered but the heat of the jaguar's pussy clutching his cock, grabbing his dick as if they were trying to drag his cock even deeper inside him, not willing to let him go until he had spent every drop of seed that he had for them into their tight clutch.

He snarled, peeling his lips back from his teeth, guilt thrust down and away. It didn't have a place in the forefront of his mind, no, not when he felt so good, heat simmering through him, every thrust bringing with it a new flush of pleasure that he could only lean into.

He told himself that it was because Kate was making him do it. That knowledge was the only thing that would let Jamie sleep at night, after all, after that point. The rest of the time would be spent breeding – and doing whatever else Kate demanded of him, coaxing his body to obey her whims to the exclusion of all else.

Shane whimpered, a throaty bubble of emotion making its way out from his lips, though his legs quivered and his tail drooped terribly. He couldn't do it, no, not as he watched the screen. On the screen, his pussy spread wide around a cock that surely seemed too thick to go in there, though he had got familiar with the size and the feel of it when it had been pounding into his muzzle.

Yet it felt so much bigger in his sex, straining his folds wide where they had plumped out and swollen even more with bloody, his need drooling from the base and down over his clit. Every thrust and grind from his son rammed over that fleshy, swollen nub and he howled out his pleasure, even if Shane's active mind wanted no part in it.

He was just a passive player in his own life and existence, taking thrust after thrust, aware of the shifting weight of the garter snakes on his bare tail and not able to do anything about it. For he was not alone there, not by far, and he had his other sons to worry about too – but couldn't do anything.

Anxiety twisted with arousal, leaping and juddering in the pit of his stomach. His body felt good, despite the pain ringing through his mouth and the pounding soreness in his legs, his back aching as if he had not slept in weeks. Yet heat sang through him as if it was all he had ever needed and was only just coming to see at that very moment.

It was impossible not to climax even with the brutal barbs spiking over his clit. It should have been too rough, too much for him, especially as Jamie's claws sank into one thigh and one hip, awkward and lopsided, but it was just right. It was right enough for him to let out a breathless roar as he climaxed, gripping his son's cock even more tightly as he was ploughed, though Shane's body did not want the male jaguar to stop, no, not in the slightest.

No… Oh, no. He needed more than that, so much more, grunting low in the back of his throat as his pleasure increased, not really knowing what else he was supposed to do with it. His eyes half-closed and yet he had to stay there, had to remain locked in the moment, shuddering and growling, one orgasm after another crashing over him.

If not for the strain in his body and how his sex burned from the raking, overpowering force of the barbs claiming his cunt, he might have thought he was in heaven. But the rest of it all had to come crashing in, even down to the sharp scent of whatever cleaner had been used in the bare laboratory that day, the room set up for them and only them as if Kate had planned out everything precisely before even darting them up at the campsite.

The mirrors highlighted his shame too and Shane locked eyes with his own reflection as he let out a huge, open-mouthed yowl, showing his teeth and a faint sheen of cum still lingering around the base of them at the back. Climax tore through him once more and he watched as he was debased, how his body was defiled – and yet there was still that traitorous part of him too that wanted it.

He didn't understand how he could want it, even if the desire was still there, wanting to be fucked, to be claimed. Maybe it was something to do with the heavy, metal collar around his neck, the weight of it impossible to ignore, yet he had to linger there, had to take it.

The chains kept him in place, his legs manacled as Kate tightened the chains slowly, all to pull his hind legs out just a little further. He should have been hunkering down – at least, that was what the strange pull in his mind told him he should have been doing, though that wasn't possible at that moment. He was up, splaying out his legs like a slut on show, showing off all he had to offer to the breeding stud of the room.

On the screen, his pussy stretched, the barbs popping out of his cunt with every draw back from Jamie, though the male seemed to stay as deep as he could, as if he was reluctant to draw back. There was no hesitation in his thrusts as he gripped Shane's sides tightly, paws sliding down as they hooked in before his hind legs. It seemed like the natural place for them to rest but it all just seemed foreign to Shane still; it was not as if, after all, he had any idea how jaguars mated. That sort of thing, well…it had never even crossed his mind before.

Shane yowled breathlessly, nothing more than a low whine breaking his lips, as another climax ravaged him, slumping a little, though he had to keep his hips up for his son. Yes, he had to be fucked, had to be bred, even though it felt quite as if there was something akin to a sob building in his chest too.

It didn't belong there, not as his own arousal leaked from his pussy, forced back out along the rampant length of Jamie's cock as the very motion of the breeding jaguar sent it oozing out. It was not seductive, no, not in the slightest, but dirty, just visual evidence that he was being taken and being claimed.

No…

_ _

He tried to push back against his son, to shove him away, but Jamie, very clearly, had him in a far too tight grip for that ever to be possible. He whined and lowered his head, eyelids fluttering, yet tears were not permitted to a jaguar, no.

On the screen, he watched as the jaguar thrust and thrust, taking so much longer to cum than should have been normal, all to draw out their humiliation for longer and longer. Shane moaned and whimpered, his tail hanging, though even the twisting stimulation around his tail sent him bucking and groaning like a whore into yet another orgasm.

He'd craved orgasm so much earlier, just to make the edging stop, and then he didn't want it at all. It was what his body wanted, yes, but that didn't at all mean that his mind was at all on board with it, hissing and grunting, his tail twitching yet denied the means to thrash with such weight on it. Although the male garter snakes were keen to stay with Rey, it looked like some of them had slithered off and were exploring the room – just maybe three of them. But they weren't far away at all, even if Shane hoped one of them was Lamar and that he was trying to find a way out. He'd much rather at least one of his sons got out, even if they were still trapped as snakes or as a jaguar, in Jamie's case.

Only later would he find out that Lamar had never once left Rey's side throughout the breeding mob, breeding Rey over and over again and even taking the place of other snakes that had not yet had a turn with Rey.

But that was all down to the serum, wasn't it?

His tail tingled and he chuffed lowly as his son's thrusts took on a more urgent edge. Did that mean he was closer to climax, at long last? It was impossible to say, though there was an air of desperation clouding Shane's senses, heaving and panting, trying to remain grounded in reality despite wanting to be anywhere else. The brush of his son's fur against his back and his son's weight held him there, pinning him tightly, until Jamie was good and done with him.

The screen showed how Jamie's cock turned into a blur, moving so quickly that it was hard for the shaky camera work to keep up with it, even though it was clear Kate was doing her best there, not even talking and commenting on them for once. Yet Jamie thrust more and more viciously while Shane could only imagine the damage the barbs were doing to his cunt, the burning rake just a searing blaze of pain rolling out from his pussy by that point. But pain, it seemed, could turn into pleasure too, even if it very much was not the kind of pleasure he wanted in the slightest, a rise and fall of ecstasy that came with sickening drops playing into it too.

But Jamie had something to do and he could only follow the breeding urge as he chased that high of his own.

“Go on…" Kate coaxed him, setting the camera low for a good shot of Jamie's dick sinking into Shane's cunt. “Seed your father… After all_, she's_ not really your father anymore, is she?"

The change of pronouns did not escape Shane's attention, though it was the smallest of things he couldn't do anything about in that moment, so what was the point in him even trying to push back against it? He hissed – and then let out a yowl, sharp and biting, as his son's teeth sank into his neck.

A blissed-out roar rumbled against his neck, even as Jamie's teeth sank deep, and Shane bucked and groaned as his son unloaded inside him. It was more carnal, somehow, than having his mouth fucked and ejaculated within, long, hot streams of jaguar seed painting his pussy. It seemed to sink deep, trickling into him, and he trembled bodily, staying still so he didn't pull against Jamie's teeth. That time, his concern was all for himself, not wanting to hurt himself in that moment as he moaned aloud.

“Mmmph…"

“Ah, what a wonderful breeding," Kate commented aloud, her eyes dancing with glee. “And what a litter of cubs you're going to have for me. I'm sure they'll be quite the draw at the sanctuary, the public adoring them."

Shane grunted, his skin burning and prickling. He knew what was to come of that, for it must have meant that he was fertile. For some reason, his mind had not actively made the link to what would happen afterwards if Jamie spent himself inside his pussy. But it was far too late for worrying about any of that as Shane lowered his head so his chin rested on the floor, sticky with his saliva and some wet splatters of seed from earlier.

The mating ball of garter snakes still twisted violently around his tail, sending rippling tremors through his body, though it was not quite enough to send him into another climax. That was okay though, as Shane needed time to rest, to recover, to let his mind come to terms with what was happening to him.

It was such a shame that Kate had no intention at all of allowing him that small luxury…

Hours passed, Jamie coming back more and more to himself the more he fucked his father. And yet he couldn't seem to stop either, not after Kate injected another overload of the serum into his system. That should have confirmed to them both that the serum was responsible for their behaviour, not any dark inclinations in their hearts, but it only confused things even more.

Shane loathed every time his son mounted him, even as they grew used to the rhythms of each other's bodies, as if it was all the most natural thing in the world to them. He growled and dipped his head obligingly for his son to mount his hind end, though could only be thankful that Jamie did not take his mouth again. That would take some time to heal and, at the very least, his sex seemed to be more resilient.

Jamie thrust hard, roughly, as if he was only intent on his own pleasure. Yet his father knew he was only driven by the serum and it broke his heart to see his son so forlorn when he dismounted and was finally able to pull his softening cock out of Shane's pussy.

After the second time, Jamie turned away entirely, though was limited by the chains, the tip of his cock still protruding from his sheath. The jaguar shuddered, scraping a claw against the ground, trying and failing to tap in morse code. He just wanted to let his son know it was okay, that he loved him still, that he knew none of it was his fault.

All while grief sank into him, mourning the loss of life and the changes in their lives, everything that was spiralling out of control as if they were passive players in their own fate. Fate had a very different path ahead of them. Her name was Kate.

He growled, trying to get Jamie to come back to him before his breeding urges returned, though Kate clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth and shook her head disparagingly.

“Oh, that is no good at all if he is so mopey between mating sessions," she said, as if she was truly disappointed in something. “Don't you know you're going to get all the pleasure you could ever want here for the rest of your life?"

Jamie ignored her, only the tip of his tail flicking as he lowered his head and glanced at his father. He tried to paw the air, to find some way to say how sorry he was, but gestures would not do what even words could not do, not after the number of times already he had taken his father.

It's okay, Jamie, it's not your fault, I promise… I promise…

_ _

But Shane couldn't say that aloud for him, not as he lost track of how many times he was bred and, even though his son tried to fight it, Jamie had to come right back as soon as the serum forced his cock out all over again to mount him. The slow slide into his pussy was torture and Shane yowled, the rampant, lustful part of his body aching for it come more roughly, to take him as he needed to be bred again.

His mind, well… That part of him was locked down and shut away, screaming for release, hammering tiny, useless fists against a steel wall that, of course, wasn't coming down soon. It cut him off from his body and yet forced him to feel everything in the same moment, every throb of desire coursing through him, aching for it.

His pussy drooled thick dollops of cum, as if he had been filled with something a lot sweeter than the seed of a male, and he whined more like a canine than a feline as his son took him. As his son thrust, big reverberations rolled through him, stimulating his entire body, and all Shane could do was stay as still as possible, trying to find a way, any way, to tell his son without words that it was okay.

If his son needed him to act like he wanted him to fuck him for the rest of his days, well…he would have to do that. There was no other option for it, not in the slightest, not as he huffed and chuffed, licking his lips, drooling thickly, losing control even over that part of his body.

The snakes did not stop mating either – and there were an awful lot of needy males in the mix, all wanting to gang rape Rey, who was forced to take their hemipenes, again and again, into his vent. The slit of his sex, which held his reproductive tract and eliminatory methods, swelled around the edges of their rampant hemipenes, though there was nothing he could do to tell the males he was done with them – well, Rey had been done with them from the very first time his vent had been filled.

If he had been able to, all he would have needed to do would be to slither away and take his space from them. Tied to his father's tail as he was, well…that simply wasn't an option from him. So, he was forced to take their breeding passion, over and over again.

No escape for him. Not until Kate decided she wanted something else from them – and that could happen at any point.

The serum and instinct did all it needed to for Jamie as he mounted his father again, pinning him and hunching over his hind end, driving deep. The barbs raked and caught and Shane sucked in a breath, a pool of juices under his hind end and further back too, where Jamie had dripped and drooled when he had been trying to resist the urge to take his father. Of course, everything had been designed to overpower him so, really, there was nothing the male jaguar ever could have done about any of it.

Shane's eyes flicked to the ball of snakes and grunted softly, lowering his head all over again. His sons… Would Rey ever be free of the knot of garter snakes? He almost didn't want to see Rey's face, though he knew he had to be there, had to do all he could, even then, for his sons. Even if that was very little at all.

“Well, well, well, it seems you guys have taken to your new roles in life even better than I could ever have imagined."

Shane trembled, not sparing Kate a glance. She didn't deserve it, not from him. It didn't help that his son's cock was still buried in his pussy, forcing out messy slops of cum and arousal with every thrust, openly showing just how many times he had been filled already, a slick cream-pie drooling from his cunt.

His son climaxed again, adding another load while Kate prepared something – and Shane almost didn't want Jamie to leave. It would mean something more for them, even as the jaguar's eyes cleared and he growled forlornly, shaking his head and turning away, once again desolate that he had bred his father and done all Kate had demanded of him.

Lamar slithered back, his head lifted, separate from the ball of snakes, as Kate took Rey in hand at long last. She freed the snake tied to Shane's tail gently, or as gently as someone as sadistic as her could, with Rey in one hand as she scooped up Lamar in the other. Somehow, Kate was able to just tell who Lamar was.

“Look at this…"

She showed off the female garter snake's stretched vent, how it oozed and dripped with a deluge of cum – so much that there was no possible way she could have not fallen pregnant, of course. She had been bred and bred again, her vent stretched beyond all hope of tightening back up again; and Kate would make sure she was bred by her brother, again and again.

Of course, Rey still saw himself as male and…well…perhaps the snake would change his mind on that in time. Kate, on the other hand, would use whatever pronouns she thought for them would be the most demeaning, to really cement them in their position.

“Look at her…" She murmured, pressing Lamar's head in close to Rey's vent, though Rey hung half-limp, his eyes glazed over. “You want her… Go on. Take her. Right with your father and brother watching."

Lamar couldn't resist and Shane growled as his son gave in too easily, curling around Rey and shoving his hemipenes, which they only caught a brief glimpse of, back into Rey's stretched vent. Rey's mouth gaped as he was bred again, the male snake's body wrapped tightly around to claim the female as his.

“There now… You'll enjoy yourselves. That's all you've got now, for the rest of your lives."

Kate moved on, taking note of the jaguar's abused, stretched sex, gaping wide to show off a flash of pink on the inside, Shane's passage. It should not have been visible, but they had been bred so many times that his pussy gaped openly, Kate holding the snakes out, closer and closer to the jaguar's pussy.

Shane tensed, but there was nothing he could do as a sick chill sank into his gut, resting heavily there, all as the snakes were pushed into his pussy. He shuddered bodily, a deep ripple running through his body, and hated how it drew on his arousal even more, wanting to climax again even though that was all he had been doing for hours.

“You watch too…"

Kate shoved the snakes deep so they would not easily slide out of Shane's cunt as his pussy drooled and dripped around them, grabbing Jamie by the collar. She dragged the male jaguar boldly forward, so his face was shoved up against Shane's pussy, not cautious of his teeth in the slightest.

She knew he wouldn't bite her, not with the fear curling and twisting through him. She knew his sort and he was just a pawn in her plan, a piece to be moved exactly where she wanted him to be.

Jamie squirmed, but, of course, could not stop his cock from getting hard. It felt as if it had barely been soft over the course of the last few hours and he panted heavily, eyes begging, even as his pupils dilated once more. Need coursed through him and he whined, though tried to appear unaffected. Nothing, however, got by Kate's attention.

Shane panted heavily, orgasm rising, tightening inside his body. He needed more, even though it was the last thing he should ever have wanted, that unwanted orgasm rising on him like a beast in the dark of the night. Shame chilled him through, contrasting the heat, arousal swamping him.

Yet Shane should never have expected to ever be able to hold back from an orgasm like that, not as it ripped through him, taking his mind, oh so briefly, away from the horrendous reality of his situation. Not that it changed anything for him, of course not, not with Kate's laugh ringing in his ears, a horrific sound.

“Have a taste, why don't you?"

Her voice sharpened with a note of malice as the jaguar parted his lips in a scream of climax, though Shane could never have expected to have a glob of combined sexual fluids dropped in there. Kate snapped her hands closed around his muzzle, holding it shut like a steel trap, as Shane squirmed and did his best to try to thrash, though, as ever, there was nowhere for him to go, his manacles still holding fast.

It was gross, oozing under his tongue and around his teeth, even from the corners of his lips where they were soft. It was not just his own arousal too, no, but a mix of Jamie's too, the sharp tang of it potent in his musk. And the garter snake's arousal also, Lamar's seed… At least, that was what the jaguar assumed, though there was only so much he could assume there, all to make sense of the horror his life had become.

All under Kate's command.

All under her thumb.

Shane trembled, trying not to think too much. If he held on to that, even not considering his own humiliation, perhaps he would retain his mind. But what good was his mind when he was fading from any kind of life he'd ever known?

He didn't want to think like that, no, not at all, not as he groaned and tried to lick his lips, but Kate, of course, was still there, forcing that rancid mix of sexual fluids into his mouth and making sure he knew of his own depravity. There was no escaping it, not as the twist and the squirm of the mating snakes within his pussy stimulated him. The only bare modicum of relief, in that moment, was the fact that his tail was left free, at least then, so he wasn't over stimulated as he had been for so long.

So passive. Nothing… What a male he was, allowing himself to be taken like that, orgasm rolling through him all over again, as if that was the only thing he would ever have to look forward to ever again. His pussy weakly clenched and pulled around the squirming, twisting, wriggling snakes, ignorant of how he was reducing their ability to move, though they were more than okay in there.

They had to be. For Kate had more plans in line for the family and they were not going to rest easy, not after everything that had happened.

Shane grunted, trying to lick his lips without thinking, though Kate was quicker and wrapped a length of stretchy bandage around his muzzle, which held his jaws shut. It clung to his fur, kind of like a plaster, but he didn't know what it was. Only that it aided in his humiliation as the snakes slipped from his sex as he climaxed, swiftly surrounded all over again by the twisting, grinding mating ball of garter snakes. They only knew one thing, after all, and had been denied release for too long, so they were not about to give up on taking a ready and hot breeding female, of course.

“Hah!"

Kate shook her head at them, leaving Shane locked into place, for he didn't need to be moved, not yet.

“You're going to have this, every day, every hour, for the rest of your lives," she promised them, even though it wasn't much of a promise. “You're going to live to be bred, to fuck. And what more could you ever need? It's not as if you were even doing anything worthwhile with your lives before anyway, so what else could you ever require?"

Shane could have asked for a lot, though he was too tired even to consider scratching his claw across the floor, perhaps to write out a message. He feared that if he tried to ask for anything, anything he wanted would be subverted and twisted into something even more horrendous than all that he had been pushed through so far.

Kate set up a larger screen in front of Shane, replaying all the videos of his breeding sessions, every time he had taken Jamie so far. Even the time Jamie thrust and claimed his mouth was captured there, the videos jumping about from one to another, just to capture all the juiciest bits. At least, what it was that Kate decided were the best parts, the most humiliating sections. Even the expressions of the jaguar, his orgasm face, were captured, as much as Shane flinched from them.

“And you'll see these, just so you don't have to ever think about the need to breed ever again," she taunted. “For it'll be right there before you and you don't need to dig anything up from your memory. A dull little mind can't do anything, can it? You just need a big cock to plough you, to seed you. All you live for is breeding."

Shane groaned. He couldn't deny it. What else was he? What else was he even good for?

Something broke inside him, something that could never be put back together again. And maybe that was his due in life, all that he was good for, as he hadn't been able to protect his sons.

“And your videos… Oh, they'll go online. There's places on the dark web where there are many people who will pay a lot of money for things like this."

Shane quivered. Okay, sure, he knew that. It wasn't that bad, not really.

And maybe Kate understood that, which was why she had one final killing blow to entrap them, completely and fully.

“Your videos, however… I'm going to send them to some very special people."

Kate paused for effect, eyeing up the jaguars, though she didn't have as much attention for the snakes as she did for the big cats. They had always been her favourites.

“Your family… You still have family outside. Now, I could bring them in here, but why would I do that…right away? They should have more time to enjoy the videos I'm going to send them, letting them see your humiliation up close and personal."

Shane grunted and flinched, trying to turn his head to glare at Kate, though he wasn't even sure if a jaguar possessed the ability to glare. His family? They were going to see all of it? Would they even know it was them?

Or maybe that didn't matter, not truly. Maybe it didn't matter that his wife and his daughter, maybe even his wider family members, would see it if they didn't know who they were. Kate surely couldn't tell other people who they were, or else she would be caught too.

But who was going to believe someone telling them that a few men had been transformed into jaguars and garter snakes?

The threat was there and he gulped hard, closing his eyes against the horror. They'd all know, he knew they'd all know, but he didn't want to ever see their disappointed faces, seeing him being fucked and being bred. Shane didn't even know how long it would take, whether his pregnancy would be like that of a normal feline, when he was most certainly anything but that.

He was much greater than a normal feline, something that could never be the same ever again, never again the man he had once been.

Shane doubted his ability. He even doubted what he had done in life, his memories hazy. Maybe it would be better not to remember his life at all, not beyond the laboratory. For he had no hope left in him, that last little bit crumbling away, that he was going to get anyone out, not even his sons.

Lamar was lost.

Rey was bred.

Jamie couldn't hold back.

And he…he had fallen prey to the whims of instinct, like a slut.

He was not a jaguar but taking on the edges of a man in the midst of it all, hissing through his teeth as his son mounted him all over again, though it was a familiar feeling by that point. If he focused on sensation alone, perhaps he did not have to acknowledge that his wife and daughter would see the videos, one way or the other. Perhaps he didn't have to think of anything beyond that room existing.

It was all speculation. But something had to keep Shane alive as his body was taken and abused.

Oh, but Kate had plans for them indeed…

And he was at the centre of it all.