Being wealthy can get you anything. That’s the saying. Macy knew it was true as she handed the woman seventy dollars, giggling to herself as she ‘accidentally’ dropped some of the cash, watching the homeless woman scamper and struggle to collect them before the wind could carry them off. 

Macy didn’t care if the rat she’d given the money to would use it to feed herself or shoot up heroin. She hadn’t given her the money as a charity favor, but because she had something Macy wanted. 

The Matriarchy’s new districts weren’t perfect. Crime was rampant, the further away from the Mega-Cities one went the deeper into danger one would find themselves in. A wrong turn could get your throat slit by muggers. Macy reflected on that for a moment, realizing how astonishing it was the bitch had even survived the roaming gangs.

Macy had no concern for her own well being, though. Her two android guards, engineered to look like feminine canines in cool blue-grey steel, stood at her side. They held no obvious weapons, but their electrified claws and razor sharp teeth would make brutal work of any would-be scavengers trying to test their luck.

While the rat woman slipped away into the deep recesses of the alley, Macy set her gaze on the goods she’d paid for. A cute little rat boy, no older than four. He had soft brown fur, hidden behind some rags acting as makeshift clothes, and bright green eyes. For the tigress he was a delicious little morsel, her prey-drive causing her heart to pound in her chest. 

Macy’s heels clicked on the pavement, closing the distance with the boy, she brought a hand to soothingly rub his neck. Bending over a bit so that her luscious breasts hung in his face, barely hidden by the silk dress she wore. “Hey there, sweetie,” cooed the predator, “What’s your name?”

The little boy looked up at her, his face a mixture of worry, fear, and pain. He glanced behind him, searching for the mother that had abandoned him, and then back to the tiger. “R-Riley.” He said, his little voice barely a whisper. Macy grinned, showing her teeth, “That’s a cute name.”

Macy loved to see the fear in her prey. She often lulled her new  victims into a sense of comfort with a motherly charade and sometimes a bit of drugs. Tonight though she felt like having her victim completely coherent, and it wasn’t like a four year old kid could overpower her. Macy gave the boy a gentle but firm tug, taking him from the alley out into the street where her shuttle had parked. It was an ornate thing, meant to invoke the iconic cars of the 1950’s mixed with the sleekness of a limousine. Inside was spacious, and she had no issue practically throwing Riley into the back seat with her. 

“Now, cutie, I think we should get to know each other,” said Macy, taking out a hairband and tying her long orange hair up into a pony tail. “You can call me your new Mommy, okay sweetie?”

“But I have a mommy...” Sniffled Riley, his green eyes following the tigress as she slowly moved a paw to fondle his crotch. Wordlessly, the large woman tugged down the ragged shorts he wore to reveal his underage cock, her own silver eyes fixing back onto him. “Your mommy is gone, baby. She didn’t want you anymore. I know, that must really hurt.” Said the feline, mocking sympathy. 

*Fuck, his little cock is so cute.* Macy was already enthralled, her fingers toying with his little uncut package, before gently teasing back the foreskin. He was too young to get hard, but she didn’t want him for his cock anyways. Still, she played with it --squeezing, stroking, what pleasure the boy did feel overwhelming him very quickly. 

“But I want you.” Said Macy, leaning in so that her breath washed over his face. “I like cute little boys like you. So sweet and innocent...”

Macy’s hand snatched Riley by the throat quicker than he could blink, squeezing the air from his lungs in an audible gasp that croaked from his stressed trachea. “And so much fun to rape and break...”

The little rodent was in for hell. Macy’s hunger boiled over, and her feral need to conquer and molest the prey she was strangling took total control. With a snarl, she shoved him down onto his back in the seat, moving to straddle his chest. She wore no panties beneath the dress, and so it took little effort to hike up her garment, and then press her puffy, wet muff down on the little boy’s lips. 

The second her needy clit and folds touched his underage lips, she shuddered. Not holding anything back, Macy pressed down harder, sealing off his ability to breathe and slowly drowning him in her juices as she leaked femcum down his nostrils and into his lungs. Riley fought, of course, wailing and crying, muffled by her cunt. He tried to scratch at her, screaming for help. Macy caught his hand, snickering to herself as she held it steady with one hand just so she could bend his fingers back with the other --until she heard them pop, dislocate, and break in succession to another. Each time the little boy shivered and screamed under her, her pussy twitched, euphoria pumping through her blood at the twisted pleasures she was feeling. “Your mommy sold you to a sick rapist so she could buy booze. You’re nothing but meat, baby boy. Mommy’s little lamb chop.” 

Riley couldn’t answer her taunts, another scream rippled through the walls of her pussy before Macy silenced him by slamming down HARD, forcing his snout right up her cunt. It felt so fucking good!

“Aww, poor kiddo. Here... Let mommy make it better.” She purred,  reaching over to the console, and withdrawing the small cylindrical cigarette lighter built into her limo. She gave a pleased giggle in contrast to his sharp scream when pressing the hot metal down on his belly, leaving a burn that would surely blister. She did it again, and again. Each buck and violent seize of the boy’s abused body bringing her closer. 

Only when Macy knew she was going to cum did she let off a bit, just enough to rub her clit rapidly against his lips. His sobbing, ruined face the perfect eye candy. “Oh fuck... Oh fuuuuuuck!” She howled, “Drown in my pussy!”

A tsunami of tigress juices flooded over his face, blinding him, flooding his nostrils and filling his lungs to the point he’d for sure get pneumonia. Macy’s voluptuous figure shuddered and twitched the whole way thru her orgasm, until finally the heat and bliss passed her by. 

Riley was barely alive now. He was hacking, rasping. SHe’d done severe damage to his throat, his jaw appeared to be dislocated, and a slurry of spittle and her juices trickled from his nostrils and lips. Shock took root, and he began to suffer seizures from the brain-damage inflicted by prolonged oxygen denial. 

The Tigress had no intention of letting him make a mess of her leather seats. She opened the door closest to the boy, and shoved the broken kid right onto the street, face-first into a puddle of unknown origin. 

As Macy’s limousine trailed off, little Riley died alone in the street. Raped, broken, and betrayed. And all Macy could think about was how good he’d felt to destroy, bringing up her phone to text her friends about it. She’d have to do this again next weekend, but for now her comfortable penthouse in the Mega-City was calling her name.