Ricky was in for a bad day. The young rabbit boy had been at the park, the usual destination he went to after school, when it happened. The chestnut brown bunny had been by himself most of the evening, a few other kids coming and going but none really sticking around for too long. It was then that the predator struck, and struck quickly and proficiently. Ricky had a bag suddenly thrown over his head when he'd gone over to some bushes to collect the soccer ball he'd been playing with. He struggled and cried and kicked at whomever held the bag, but it was like trying to hit a brick wall. Whoever had him in their clutches was strong, strong enough to lift the eight-year-old boy off the ground and choke him until he fell unconscious from being throttled. When the boy woke up, he was in alien surroundings. Darkness surrounded him and he could barely see the four corners of the room, but he could make out the vague shapes of furniture and racks or shelving of some sort on the far-right wall. He opened his mouth to say something, to beg for help or to even just ask if anyone was there but he quickly felt his tongue bump into something round. A ball-gag had been strapped to his head, keeping him from saying much of anything. Panicked whimpers and muted cries came up out of the boy as he tried to move, only to realize that he was bound to a bed. His wrists and ankles tied so that he was spread-eagle, as if making a snow angel. His school soccer team shirt had been stripped off, leaving the boy bare-chested. His shorts were also gone, along with his undies. He felt the humid dampness of the room kissing his fur, and he was uncomfortably warm. Unable to call for help, he thrashed about until he grew too tired to even do that. The chains holding him down were professionally made, linked to handcuffs and ankle cuffs that were tailor made for small captives. Ricky was going nowhere anytime soon. "Finally awake, baby?" Came a voice, a female's but ripe with maturity. Ricky's green eyes darted around the room for the source, but found none. He whimpered again, hot tears streaming down his cheeks as his gaged pleas for help continued to go unheard. From the shadows emerged a tall, well-built Doberman. She wore what looked to be a standard police officer's uniform, though it was hardly professional. Her large, swollen tits pushed against the dark blue fabric, and the pants she wore accentuated her ass provocatively. She didn't bother with the hat, though her eyes were hidden behind shades. She chuckled as she watched the boy flop like a fish, removing the shades and setting them on a nearby table. The woman had deep hazel eyes; they lacked any sort of kindness though. She was a stern, battle-worn and tested woman. Alicia had been the police chief for over ten years, but the thrill of being a cop had long since expired for her. And being bored meant she did things that were... well, not morally correct to put it simply. At first it had just been stealing and selling drugs from the contraband lockup, then it was smuggling weapons to gangs and the mob. Now? Well, Alicia had always loved kids. Loved **them in ways that were downright immoral. She was pushing forty, and she rarely found men of her own age to be attractive. No, she liked em young. Being a police chief meant she knew where all the darker sides of society existed. She knew a healthy amount of kiddie fuckers, crib robbers, and pedosluts. She knew how to get away with being one herself, and made sure to pay off the right people to ensure her superiors turned a blind eye to her "hunting" activities. Alicia licked her lips as she watched Ricky pant and stare at her with teary eyes. The little bitch wouldn't ever see the light of day again, and it made her pussy wetter to think about how much pain she could cause him. Her panties were practically soaked! "Cry all you want, kiddo. Nobody down here can hear us. Soundproofed the basement a long time ago when I realized how loud you fuckers could wail," said Alicia, who began to unbutton her uniform shirt slowly and within view of the eight-year-old. She didn't care if he got anything out of watching, it was a sexual thrill for her to undress in front of an underaged boy. "In a moment, I'll give you something to really cry about." Ricky's eyes widened as he saw breasts for the first time. Alicia tossed her uniform shirt behind her, revealing that she wore no bra underneath it. Two large tits flopped free, capped with puffy and dark nipples. They bounced as she approached the bed, each step making those milk-jugs jiggle. He had never seen tits that big, or even at all. But they made him feel flustered all the same, Ricky felt guilty and dirty for starring at them as long as he did. Alicia climbed into the bed, holding her ass higher than her torso and letting her hips sway as she teasingly crawled onto the boy. He shuddered as he felt her warm breasts brush along his stomach and chest, until his nose was almost buried between them. She smelt sweet; her perfume strong but alluring. Still, he could find no real joy from it. He was a victim, a piece of meat on a spit for the dominant woman looming over him. Not old enough to understand or even partake in sex, he couldn't even pronounce the word "consent" if you asked him to. Which made this all the more enjoyable for Alicia. She loved her meat to be fresh, untenderized, and ready for her abuse. She was a bit of a sadist, mostly drawing pleasure from emotional turmoil more than anything, but causing physical pain was still a treat for the Doberman. "Do you want to be my little boy?" Ricky couldn't answer. And when he didn't answer, she struck him on the face. The slap echoing off the walls. He started to cry again, and so she smacked him again. And again. Gripping his stripe of hair and yanking his head back, grabbing his throat with her other hand and squeezing until he couldn't get a lick of air. "Ohh... Fuck. I am so wet," she moaned, grinding down against his naked body, her pants still on but the friction against her moist panties was enough to give her something out of it. "You're going to be so fun, so fucking fun," she said gleefully, letting go of his throat right as he was about to pass out. Ricky coughed and sputtered against the gag, eyes watering now from the irritation to his respiratory tract and not just from fear and pain. Alicia giggled, and then let her attention deviate from his face for a moment to examine his other features. Ricky was lithe, but a bit athletic. She felt good tone in his hips and legs as her hands and fingers danced over his limbs, he wasn't especially endowed but judging by his flaccid cock he was at least a little above average. She stopped, grinning to herself maliciously as she flicked one of his nipples. Ricky trembled, a muffled cry coming from him as she caused him momentary pain. So, she did it again, and then took his sensitive nub between her finger and thumb and twisted until he cried out again and arched his back. Ricky felt another slap strike him, so hard he tasted a bit of blood in his mouth afterward. Alicia growled, baring teeth. "Did I say you could fucking move, meat? I don't think so." She warned, "Do that again, and I'll break a rib." She promised. When Alicia went to repeat the nipple twist, she hoped that the boy would falter and move again so she'd have an excuse to cause more pain. He whined, and her twisting left his nipple puffy and irritated, but this time he didn't move save for shaking a bit. Well, at least he was getting the picture, right? She didn't skip a beat. Alicia knew what she wanted to do with him. Seeing his tortured expression made her wetter than a fishpond, and before too long she sat up on her knees so she may tug down her uniform pants. She didn't care to remove them completely, just wanting them to be out of the way. Alicia grinned, and then tugged her lacey, soaked panties to the side to reveal her plump mound. "You're not good for anything other than making me cum. If your cock can't do that, then your mouth and face will." She said, letting Ricky know what his value was to her. She didn't give a single shit about his feelings or well-being, and she wasn't planning to use his cock for mutual benefit either. Sure, it might feel good to be balls deep in tight Doberman pussy, but that was a byproduct and not the intended effect. Alicia frowned though as she saw he hadn't gotten hard. That was distasteful. Normally the boys his age responded to her advances by getting erect, as even if the mind said no the body often acted regardless. She'd have to get this limp-dicked rabbit hard if she wanted to have any real fun with him, "Oh, you are so fucking useless." She said, sighing. Ricky wanted to say he was sorry. He wanted to beg her to let him go home to his mother and brother, and that he would promise to never tell anyone what she was doing here. He wanted to promise her that if she let him go, he'd give her all the money he'd saved. He wanted to bargain and plead. Alicia would hear none of it as she continued. The Doberman scoots back until the boy's flaccid cock was between her tits, those warm breasts sandwiching his tiny member easily. She grinned as she guided the soft tip against her lips, and let the glans brush over those plump lips like a stick of lip-gloss. Then, she kissed the head, and teased the slit with her tongue. Ricky tried to kick his legs out as the intense pleasure struck him, his virginal nerves not used to the sensation. He'd never even masturbated before! Alicia, though, didn't care if he was keeping up with her or not. The Doberman opens her maw and engulfs his kiddie cock into her throat, her nose buried in his cute little crotch fuzz. Her tongue gliding and writhing against his shaft until she felt that boy meat starts to stiffen up against her oral muscle. This would have been far more enjoyable for Ricky if he actually wanted the blowjob and titfuck, but he wanted nothing more than to get as far away from here as possible and get some help. Sadly, for him, Alicia had ensured that wouldn't be happening. If not for the fact the bindings she used on the boy were strong enough to hold down someone thrice his age and strength, then the fact that she was trained in restraint and how to manage a prisoner. Ricky didn't have a single prayer of seeing the light of day again. Alicia bobbed her head up and down, slurping and smacking as she sucked off the underage victim of her whims. Ricky continued to cry and struggle, but eventually a soft moan broke through his muffled pleas for her to stop, and Alicia took great pleasure from it. This was her favorite part; when her victim had to admit that in some capacity this felt good, that he liked it. It made the rape far more enjoyable. Alicia continued to work at it, to procure more moans of pleasure from her victim, because in her sick mind that meant he'd come to accept it. She slurped and sucked loudly, smacking her soft lips as she pulled off his cock with a pop. But poor little Ricky didn't get a break, as Alicia only stopped her actions for a second to draw in clean air before she went back to sucking on his cockhead, tongue tracing around the glans and prodding at his cumslit here or there just to draw another high-pitched squeal of bliss from the boy. It was honestly too easy. With his cock at a proper firmness now, the Doberman scoots back and lets his sloppy spit-soaked dick flop free from between her massive tits. It throbs and oozes pre from the slit, and Alicia got a good look at the little boy's cock for the first time; she had bigger partners than him of course but he was a little above average, so he'd work. Usually, Alicia would only fuck the kids that had decent endowment, otherwise she settled on using their face and tongue to get off. In this case Ricky was gifted just enough to be spared suffocating in her pussy, but he would still be subject to the Doberman’s abuse one way or another. Alicia straddled him now, and moved to take his cock into her pussy. Ricky tried again in vain to struggle and wriggle free but found himself lacking any slack in the restraints, or in Alicia's rough pinning. Needless to say, when she felt his cock enter her, it drove her to be cruel with the boy. She sunk her claws into his sides, gripping firmly onto him for stability as she began to move her hips, engulfing his cock into her warm depths with ease. The poor boy let out another muffled whine of pleasure, his back arching up. He had never experienced such pleasure before in his whole life and for the first time, he was experiencing the smooth silky sensation of a woman. He liked it. Alicia loved *it. She spent no time at all in hesitation as she began to grind down on him, taking his young cock with skilled practice. Her pussy juices leaking out around his shaft as she bounced and slammed, her ass clapping with each impact against him. "Oh! Fuuuuuuck!" Alicia let her eyes fall half-lidded, a silly grin on her face as she rode her prey. She felt the head of his cock bumping her cervix, and it brought a moan from her each time until with a rough slam she forced him up into her womb. "Hahahhahhh!" She gasped, the sensations coursing through her heavenly. The Doberman was in complete bliss as she freely raped the poor kid, one hand eventually leaving his side and going to snatch him by the neck. She choked him, hard, squeezing her fingers until she could feel the tendons and arteries of his neck beneath her finger pads. He gurked and cried out, trying to grab at her wrists but the cuffs kept his hands right where they were. "Yes! Yes! Squirm for me!" She cried, fucking him with even more fervor now than before. The poor bed squeaking and cracking as she brought the bedframe to its absolute limit, but she didn't give a fuck. Buying a new bedframe was worth this pleasure, was worth this bliss. Nothing else could compare, no drug, no alcohol, nothing was like taking away a poor kid's innocence, beating him down into nothing. Seeing those tears roll down his face was just exquisite, and she wanted more. When the light in Ricky's eyes began to fade, she paused, letting go of his throat, and instead turned to ride him cowgirl. The poor little boy was helpless as the hip-shattering sex continued, with Alicia absorbed in her own euphoria, recklessly abusing his frail little body until he felt a pang of agony erupt through him --a hairline fracture in the pelvis. And Alicia continued to slam herself down again and again, further aggravatring that fracture until Ricky screamed into the gag as his pelvic bone literally shattered. But Alicia didn't stop. She didn't even notice the little fucker's body giving out under her. She had an orgasm that she was so close to she could taste on the tip of her tongue and she was going to hit it. Alicia kept riding him, feeling his cock enter and exit her womb in a way with drove her crazy. There was nothing better than this, and she repeatedly reminded herself of that as she felt her climax finally hit. The doberman howled out as she came, a tsunami of sticky femcum washing over the boy's broken crotch as she finally gave into her pleasures. Her pussy clamping down and milking his cock as she did so, getting the boy to reach his one and only orgasm within her. She felt ropes of infertile, worthless cub-jizz spatter inside of her, his little balls clenching up and dumping the "load" they carried into the mature woman's cunt. He gave everything he had to his rapist, who looked back down at him with a cruel smirk. His internal organs, damaged from the brute force of her slamming down on him and the shattered pelvis, finally gave out shortly afterwards. Ricky's eyes fading, his vision going black at the corners until finally the poor boy was freed from his torment through death. Just to be sure, though, Alicia put her pillow over his face and held it there until she was for sure all life had left his body. "Whoo. Fuck. You were a good one," she whispered, moving off of his corpse and letting his still hard cock flop free from her messy, used snatch. She chuckled; content though slightly disappointed that he wouldn't have made it for a second round. It is what it is, she told herself, and Alicia smiled as she used her claw to mark the bed's headboard with a tally mark --the twentieth one in the past six months. And she savored the memory of every single one, their cries, their fear, the way their variably sized cocks felt as she molested them. Alicia growled and bit her lip as just the thoughts alone made her aroused again. She'd have to snatch another boytoy. Maybe after lunch. But first, to dispose of the mess she'd made. Looks like the fish in the river were getting another snack.