Carmelita Fox

Even regarding his distaste of the police, Rob had to admit that traveling with this own police escort was pretty fucking cool. Two police cars ahead of him, two behind him, lights and siren blaring, clearing traffic as they moved off the highway and headed downtown. The eight officers piloting the escort were half-naked and disheveled, absolutely exhausted, but they were also drones compelled by Rob's will and **** to obey, having shambled to their feet and their cars with nary a word.

Exiting his car at the police station, Rob noticed a couple of looky-loos loitered about, watching with shock and curiosity at the emergence of the eight naked women, moving without acknowledging anyone's presence or their own state. A few people had their phones out, recording and taking pictures. Rob hoped they would get uploaded to Slutter; it was the perfect venue for these bitches.

Regardless of the crowd, Rob's escort moved with robotic precision, nearly lock-step in their movement, swift and determined, belying their ragged appearance. They stormed through the halls of the (naturally, empty) police precinct, in the form of a spearhead, Rob trailing a few feet behind them.

Begrudgingly, he silently admitted the police had some use. But only if they were a bunch of sexy ladies obeying his every word.

Quickly, the group came across what could only be the offices of the mystery police chief, and the police-sluts immediately struck. Lara took point, kicking the door in and off it's hinges, before the others all swarmed in. Rob hung back, perfectly content imagining who it was behind those doors his girls were roughing up, considering the sheer volume of the ruckus they were causing. Muffled shouts and curses, the sound of furniture being suddenly and sharply moved about, the general sounds of a scuffle. Not quite a fight, but he could tell his next victim was being mobbed by whom she thought were her friends and co-workers.

After a few minutes, Jill Valentine emerged from the office, greeting him with her blank, green-eyed stare before snapping to attention and saluting Rob. "Master. We have successfully restrained the target. She is physically subdued but still aggressive and resisting. We now wait for you to inspect, interrogate, and brainwash the target. At you leisure, sir."

"At ease, Cumdump Valentine." Rob waved her off, stepping into the room. "And well done. Of course you bitches would know how to manhandle an unsuspecting person."

Matching Jill, the others all saluted Rob as he entered the office, finding his bounty inside. He cracked a wide smile, even as the police chief glared at him, both her wrists and ankles locked in place by zip-strap handcuffs. After commenting earlier that, until Lana, Rob had lacked any sort of black woman in his harem, the only other major ethnicity of **** he realized he was missing was an anthropomorphic woman, or a furry.... if one could say furry was an ethnicity.

And, no, Rob did not consider himself a furry, even though he had drawn plenty of furry art in his career, both commissioned work and of his own volition. And yes, he had also masturbated to the idea of fictional furry femmes multiple times in the past. But to him, it didn't matter if the woman he desired was white or black, demon or alien, or a furry; to Rob, a beautiful woman was a beautiful woman. Whether they be dog or cat or mouse or cow or, well...

"Hey, punk! Are you gonna stare at me all day? 'Cause, if you want, untie me and I'll really give you something to stare at!"

A fox.

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With her red and tawny fur, curly blue hair worn long, adorable pointed ears and only a slight, angular snout, Carmelita Fox was a vivacious vixen beyond compare, even with her sharp teeth bared in a fearsome growl and her eyes narrowed in a venomous glare. Her lovely, sensually Spanish-accented voice was reduce to a low growl, rumbling with fury, but with herself currently being bound and surrounded by Rob's slaves, it was a less than threatening position. Literally all bark and no bite.

Rob chuckled at his own joke, Carmelita's eyes growing darker in response. "You think this is funny, you fat piece of shit?"

Normally, a cop giving Rob such a look would destroy him. But not now. Not today. After his encounter with Lana, he held the power. He was in control. He was in position to affect change.

Besides, looking at Carmelita's smoldering eyes, full of rage and hatred, he decided they would look much better in a nice shade of green.

Ignoring his insult, Rob took a seat across Carmelita, leaning back, relaxed and controlled. "Hello, Miss Fox. Do you know who I am?"

"Someone I'm going to throw into the worse jail in the county when this is all over?" Carmelita snarled from across the desk, leaning forward in her seat, trying her hardest to look intimidating. Rob rolled his eyes.

"Samus, give the good chief a firm slap, would you?"

Still with her massive tits out, Samus marched up to Carmelita and gave her a full, open-palm slap across the cheek. Carmelita's head snapped back, violently, eyes flickering in pain for a moment, before she gritted her teeth and let loose a string of invectives.

"Office Aran! Stop this at once! Let me go so I can pummel this scumbag!"

"I only obey the Master, now." Samus replied, voice sharp and even. "We all obey the Master."

"Oh, you dumb, cow-titted ho-bag!"

"Now, hoist her up onto the desk." Rob ordered, pointing at Samus and Vi. "Pose her on her knees, make her kneel. Make her look nice and submissive. Yeah, that's it..." Rob gave a lecherous grin as the helpless fox woman was planted on her knees before him, struggling in vain under the grip of the two stronger women. "And pull down her top, too. Let me see those anatomically incorrect fox tits. Hell, rip it off entirely! Bra, too!"

The strong hands of Vi and Samus made quick work of Carmelita's clothing, shredding top and bra, leaving her only in her trench coat and exposing her pert breasts to Rob. This seemed to finally shake her confidence and anger, Carmelita trying to turn her nude body away, looking almost shy. But, held down by her former officers, all Carmelita could do was wiggle helplessly.

"See, I'm the man in charge now." Rob continued, as if Carmelita engaged with his earlier rhetorical. "As Samus said, her and all these other bitches work for me now. And soon, so will you."

"Like hell I-"

"Office Cupcake, get up here and stick your magic fingers down her pants. Our dear chief is overworked and stressed. She needs her pussy rubbed nice and good."

Caitlyn was quick, slipping up and under Vi, hands snaking beneath the waistband of Carmelita's jeans, fingers working her pussy. Carmelita stammered, futilely thrashing again. A blush, visible beneath her fur, crept across her muzzle, even as she continued to gnash her carnivorous teeth together. Despite Caitlyn's expert ministration, she seemed hellbent on not giving Rob the satisfaction of cracking.

Not that he cared. In an hour's time, he would have the foxy beauty literally howling over his cock.

"See, in modern-day society, the police are a complete waste of... well, everything." Rob said, launching into a diatribe he had never practiced, but came out as if he had. The ultimate expression of his fears and hatred. "You drain away funding that the city and county could put to better use, bankrupting schools and infrastructure care and other valuable programs. You terrorize and **** innocent civilians in your misguided views of 'justice' and 'keeping the peace'. Hell, it's proven the police are awful at both preventing and solving crime! And you keep doing the same things - stealing and beating and destroying and killing - because there is no external oversight. And, when someone does try to change the system, you bully them into silence and complacency. The police are nothing more than the mafia in blue, given authority by the government. Greedy and fat and corrupt.

"And it's going to change today."

"Oh, grrrgh, cry me a fucking river." Carmelita spat, the loogie landing at Rob's feet. "I've heard that bullshit a million times. Yeah, a lot of cops are rotten. But I run a tight ship. Me and my girls do good work. So, I won't take any of that garbage from some sneering, garden-variety misogynist using a veneer of social justice to mask his intentions. Do us all a favour and fuck off, pig!!"

Rob sighed, shaking his head. Of course, when faced with proof of their own corruption, a cop would double-down and fight back, remain defiant despite all evidence saying otherwise. They were just in too deep with their own bullshit.

And, sure, he had definitely gone over the top with the misogyny on this one. Went way too far in the heat of the moment. But that was just a reaction born from his past trauma with the police. Once this day was over, Carmelita and the others would integrate themselves into his harem and becoming more loving, fawning slaves. All for him.

Because he definitely wasn't a misogynist. Rob was just living out his own fantasy, he wasn't hurting anyone real, after all. Carmelita wouldn't even exist if his wish didn't bring her into reality. How dare she say such awful things about him!

For a brief moment, Rob hesitated. Doubt bloomed in his heart, something cold and unpleasant creeping up the back of his throat. But only for just a moment, before he took a breath and a look around at the room. At the five woman saluting him with rapt attention. At the muscular body of Vi. At Samus' huge breasts. At Caitlyn, still pumping her fingers into Carmelita's pussy.

Rob pulled out the raygun, aiming it at Carmelita.

Rob wasn't a misogynist, he was just a pervert, through and through. And a pervert like him couldn't ignore the rewards that came with these sort of unseemly actions.

Plus, it didn't matter if they had a penis or a vagina. A bully was a bully, and Carmelita was a bully.

"Actually, Miss Fox, the only pig here... is you!" Rob said. And then he pulled the trigger.