Deborah was still blushing slightly as she sat in the booth. Even though most of the cafe's patrons weren't paying attention to her now, she could practically feel the few eyes still locked onto her burning holes in her fur. She sat with her tail tucked between her legs; both to cover her recently-used pussy, and to catch the cum dripping out of it. She found herself trying to guess how close to home she could get before somebody pulled her into an alley like the red panda she saw on her way here. Probably not very far.

As deborah took another sip of her coffee, she decided to have a look around the cafe and see if she could pick out which of the patrons was the one who took her from behind. He'd definitely be big and muscular... Maybe he was that dobermann in a wife beater? No, then she'd have felt his knot when he was cumming inside her... He might have been the horse currently fingering a doe as he sipped his drink. But, then again, she wasn't sure if she'd felt a flare or a medial ring. If only she'd had the bravery to look at the man who raped her... Oh well, she thought, just another one of life's great mysteries. Finally, she finished her rich, vaguley salty drink and got up to leave. On her way out, she made a quick adjustment to her red armband, eagerly looking forward to the trouble it was going to bring her.

Sure enough, before she could even round the first corner on her way home, something big snagged onto Deborah's head, clamped over her muzzle. As she let out a muffled gasp, she was yanked hard to the side, barely able to keep her feet as she was roughly dragged into an alleyway. The concrete walls of the buildings around her faded to a blur, mixed with the blurred figures of a gang of furs all around her. Then, the hand that latched onto her face spread out and covered her whole vision, shoving her roughly backwards. Suddenly, she hit something, a metallic clang filling her aching skull as the impact knocked her senseless.

Deborah's world faded to an indistinct blur. Her mind slowed to a halt, interrupted only by the occasional mumbling sound from the muddied world around her. Suddenly, she snapped back to reality with the feeling of a hard slap on her cheek, leaving her face stinging badly as her eyes struggled to focus. As her senses returned, she found herself laying on her chest, ass propped up by her knees behind her, and a huge, sweaty bull naked in front of her waving his massive dick in her face. Instinctively, she tried to move, only to find that her hands and legs had been tied. Then, the bull spoke, his voice rough, low, and utterly commanding.

"I said OPEN, you fucking whore!"
Deborah's head swam with fear and lust, her heart beating hard in her chest. Without hesitation, she opened her maw wide for the bull, who wasted no time grabbing onto her skull with his powerful hands and shoving his cock forward, slamming his crotch against her nose in one brutal thrust. The massive dick pierced down into her throat, slamming into her uvula on the way down, which drew a loud, heavy gag that shook her whole body. Already, her throat was aching from the enormous member, which only got worse when the bull began thrusting, slamming into her face like he was trying to break her muzzle with his pelvis. The ache in her throat turned into a burn, her lungs starting to strain as the slab of bull-meat left her unable to breathe.

Then, finally, feeling returned to Deborah's backside. Instantly, she winced hard as she felt two unreasonably large cocks being driven into her ass and pussy with the same vicious ferocity of the bull facefucking her. The massive dick in her cunt was crashing into her cervix with each thrust, nearly splitting it open. But the cock in her tailhole was even worse, with a titanic knot mercilessly passing the barrier with each thrust; she could feel her own blood lubing up his thrusts. As the new sensations caused her to struggle instinctively, she heard another voice behind her, somewhat higher than the bull's. "Feels like this slut finally woke up for us!" All the while, she slowly grew light-headed from the bull choking her with his cock.

She began to flutter on the edge of consciousness. The asphyxiation was making everything go blurry again, pain of having her holes abused and the matching pleasure beginning to mix together into a bizarre mental cocktail, and the many catcalls and insults from her rapists began to fade into distant chatter. Her body jerked and shivered as the pain and pleasure brought her over the edge, cumming hard for the trio of her aggressors. Then, right as she was about to pass out, the bull's cock pulsed with energy, and erupted inside of her throat, spraying his cum directly into her lungs. She choked, gagged, coughed, tried to eject the liquid from her lungs, but the bull kept her throat plugged tight. Finally, he pulled out, and she let out a gross, hacking cough, spitting out bullcum in a desperate attempt to breathe again.

Deborah desperately drew in shallow, cum-soaked breaths, filling her blood with the oxygen she so desperately needed. Slowly, her senses came back to her, and she could make out what the men were saying. "Early shot as always, huh?"
"Come on, you had your fun, now bag the bitch!"
"Shut up, you two, I'm on it."
Before she could take another breath, the bull shoved a thick, plastic bag over her head, gripping around her throat to hold in place. She tried to take another breath in, but the plastic shrunk around her nose and mouth, preventing her from drawing in more than a partial breath. She began hyperventilating, her whole body twitching and shaking with fear and excitement as the plastic expanded and contracted rapidly, until finally her rapid breathing made her cough up more of the cum stuck in her airways. The fluid splattered against the plastic bag, and her next breath in shoved it against her nose and made her suck it right back up.

Each shallow breath made Deborah suck up more of the cum she was trying to get out of her system, twitching, coughing, and gagging hard as her air ran low. The bull held her head down on the pavement, unable to keep herself from inhaling cum and stale air. All the while, the brutal pair fucking her other holes grew rougher and rougher by the moment. She half-coughed, half-screamed into the bag as she felt her cervix torn apart. She could feel the cock in her ass tearing apart her rectum, poking against her kidneys. It was too much. She came again, squirting all over the crotch of her aggressor.

Deborah found herself breathing heavily in the wake of her second orgasm, too tired to cough up the cum anymore. Her vision was starting to blur again, her senses fading as she ran out of air. The strong hands kept the bag sealed on her head, leaving her utterly unable to be freed. As she slowly went numb, she could feel a warmth spreading inside of her, two massive cocks cumming in her holes as she faded away. Finally, her body went limp. She took one final, deep breath, and let it out. The bag stopped moving, her breathing having ceased.

---------------------------------some hours later-----------------------------------

A macaque police officer was making his daily rounds when his fennec deputy came running from around a corner.
"Sh-sheriff, I think we've got a murder!"
The sheriff took a deep breath. "What is it this time, deputy?"
"J-just look over here, in the alley!"
Sure enough, sticking out of a dumpster was the corpse of an arctic fox girl, soaked in cum and dead with a bag over her head. Her clothes were nearly ruined.
"Deputy... Did you happen to notice that woman is wearing a red armband?"
"I did, why?"
The macaque ran his fingers down the bridge of his nose in exasperation.
"Listen, I know you've just transferred to Neon City, but... Come on. You need to get with the damn times."
"Wh-what do you mean?"
"That armband is implied consent. She knows this; everyone in the damn city knows this. Wearing a red armband gives anyone and everyone around you the implicit permission to do whatever the hell they want to you, whether you like it or not -- not counting theft -- until such time that you withdraw that consent with the city's established safe word or gesture."
One could see the gears turning in the fennec's head.
"...We have city-established safewords?"
The sheriff groaned.
"Yes, yes we do. So unless that woman calls up the office to complain that she wasn't able to use them, or that they were ignored, everything that happened here was LEGAL. And moreover, you need to STOP panicking over every damn corpse you see! This is Neon City, for Pete's sake! My wife hangs herself every night because that's the only way she can get any sleep! Just stop being so damn skittish!"
The fenneck stuttered, then simply hung his head in shame.
"Yes, sir."
"Good. Now come on, we've got a theft to investigate."