“Block 5 is stabilized.”
Alicia Murthers smiled to herself. The large shark girl keeping an eye on a group of freshly arrested cubs who'd been rioting in the streets for about three hours now. The cubs, part of the labor union, had gone on strike over a wage cut implemented some weeks ago by the Matriarchy.

The resulting chaos led to about five blocks worth of damage in the form of spreading fires, toppled cars, and even a few dead officers. Alicia had known some of them, and the thought of their untimely demise made her bitter. Now she just idly waited for command to give her orders on what to do with the little bastards. It was a hot day, and even though the sun was setting behind the skyscrapers in the horizon Alicia felt her skin sweating underneath her tight black uniform.

More and more cubs wearing identically marked white jumpsuits were thrown into handcuffed piles, wriggling and trying to sit themselves up. Some cursed, others remained silent. Alicia cracking one kid in the face with her boot when he tried to spit on her. The hermaphrodite wasn't having any of it, and although command hadn't permitted her to either euthanize these bastards or take them to holding cells they **had** given permission for her to do whatever it took to stabilize the rioters.

“Command, tell me what you want me to do with these little shits.” Alicia muttered, holding down the button for her radio to transmit. There was silence before the reply came through.

“Identify the block Union Leader, and return with him to the palace for public execution.” A dead-pan female voice said. Alicia smiled, and turned to a group of riot-troopers, also hermaphrodites like her clad in similar black armor. Their faces were hidden behind gas-masks that protected them from their own chlorine gas that they'd been using earlier.
“Do we have the leader of this block secure?”
“Yes ma'am,” one of the soldiers said. “He's detained in one of the vehicles.”
“Command wants him brought back to the Matriarch palace for execution and disposal.” Alicia explained, “I've been ordered to come along.”
The soldiers seemed amused by it. Alicia couldn't see their expressions but their body language said it all. 
“Command lets you have all the fun.” 
“Maybe,” Alicia grinned. “But we'd better cut the shit and get going. We need to teach these little fucks a good lesson before another work-block decides to follow.”

The drive back to the capitol of the city was a short one. The vehicles, armored vans sporting mounted guns and bullet-proof glass, had the right of way and were speeding down one of the mega-highways at top speed. Other cars simply moved out of the way, knowing fully well that the regime permitted its police to brute force their way through traffic if need be. Across the city-wide intercom a message detailing the capture of the riot's leader mixed with Matriarchy propaganda filled every listener's ears. 

Alicia still couldn't believe it, though. The boy who started the protest was a 13 year old squirrel cub, sporting short brick-red hair and bright green eyes. His name, according to records, was Vichnya, which sounded oddly feminine to Alicia. 

“This won't change anything,” the squirrel said. He sounded so sure of himself, but Alicia chocked it up to foolish ignorance. He spoke with a thick, almost Russian accent, but his voice hadn't deepened to match it just yet. He sounded so innocent... So **breakable.
**“You'll be dealt with,” Alicia promised. “And harshly.”
“I know your reputation,” the boy said. He was trying so hard to be brave, but his little voice shook with fear. 
Alicia was happy that he knew her reputation. This wasn't the first time the herm shark had been called to handle and execute dissidents publicly. In her case, she was the preferred method. Mostly because she made it humiliating for the prisoner.
The little squirrel knew all about it. He was preparing himself, and doing his best not to cry in the riot van. Alicia sat a few inches from him, her pistol holstered and her rifle sitting across from her in a proper rack with others like it. The shark could already feel her pants getting tight, her cock semi-hard and pulsing at the thought of what she was about to do.

When the van arrived to the palace, everyone hopped out. The other prisoners were herded into another area by the black-clad soldiers, while Alicia dragged the little squirrel up the steps leading into the heart of the Matriarch's estate. Alicia wouldn't be meeting with them today, as they were at a meeting with a different country trying to negotiate a removal of sanctions. However, a roaring crowd had amassed just as the propaganda announcement had insisted they do.

Alicia strode towards the balcony overlooking the crowd, and threw her captive to the floor with an approving roar of the audience. Alicia saw many women in the crowd with their boy toys in tow, and made sure to give the crowd her full attention as she broke into her explanation.

“Two weeks ago, a riot broke out downtown amongst the laborers tasked in building the new super-highway. The woman was murdered by a group of white-shirts, and they opposed the police for a solid period of time that resulted in my authorization to use chlorine gas.”

The crowd murmured and muttered amongst themselves, but their eyes were transfixed on the shark as she explained what had happened and why. 

“Those that remained surrendered, and we captured the union leader responsible for the incident.” She put a boot on the back of the squirrel's head, forcing him face-down against the palace marble. The crowd as all-too eager to offer their boos and their heckling of the boy, and Alicia smiled even wider at that. She lived for the adrenaline in her veins that they could bring on. 

The shark lifted her boot and stepped back, bringing her hands to the hem of her pants. “The others will be properly re-educated,” she began, pushing her pants and boxers down around her knees so that her now fully hard member could flop out. She was hung, twelve inches or more and had the thickness of a soda can. Rivulets of sweat dripped down her grapefruit sized nuts, which hung low in their sac. 

Before the squirrel could say anything she had his hair in her grip, throwing him on his back and making him look up at her. The herm straddled his chest, using her knees to pin down his arms at his sides. She sighed in delight, and Alicia let her musky balls rest on his face. He sputtered and coughed under her as the harsh, potent scent attacked his virgin senses. 

Alicia squeezed her thighs around his head until his jaw felt like it was about to pop, watching the desperation grow in his eyes as she did so. He didn't stand a chance, and that made it all the sweeter for her. She pulled her hips back, letting her heavy uncut cock rest against the cub's face. She could feel his hot breath striking the underside of her sweaty, precum slicked shaft. 

With zero hesitation and practiced precision she pushed her cock into his maw, forcing his jaw so wide she heard the audible crack of it dislocating. Alicia moaned, and worked her jacket off so she could toy with her nipples while the boy had his throat stretched out wider than it was ever meant to be. It didn't take much force, either. Her body was defined and well trained, so her hips carried tremendous power. As she forced herself balls deep in his maw, she tweaked and pulled at her exposed nipples. Ecstasy overtaking the shark as she felt her cock being violently massaged by the cub's choking windpipe.

With her balls pressed to his lips, she began to thrust. It was then that she used a free hand to pinch the boy's nose shut, rendering him completely incapable of breathing. He tried, of course, squirming under her like a worm. But Alicia's member gave him no leeway, no slack. And soon his lungs were burning for air they would never take in again. She watched his eyes as panic and realization of his oncoming death filled his face with dread. He cried, of course, but that only aroused his molester further.

By the time she felt a familiar tension growing in her fat nuts, he was dying. She didn't hold back, pounding her hips against his face until she felt a blissful and powerful orgasm coursing through her senses. Alicia pumped thick ropes of virile cum down her little plaything's throat, all while he choked on it. Some of her cum entering his lungs, which burned furiously with trapped carbon.

And then he went limp, finally giving out from the abuse. To make sure he was gone she flexed her thighs around his head, crushing his skull like Styrofoam. Dismounting, Alicia motioned for some servant cubs to come and take the corpse off of the deck. The crowd erupted into cheers and patriotic tides of enthusiasm. She raised her arms like a boxer that had just won a championship, accepting their praise for every bit of its worth.