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Evening had slid slowly into night slowly by the time Alex Fletcher was ready. He was wearing black evening clothes, but not exactly a tuxedo. A black jacket and pants with black shirt and a silver brooch instead of a necktie. His purple-tinted glasses clashed with the all-black outfit, but woe to any who dared to point this out. He was totally willing and prepared to do to them what he'd once done to a certain restaurant hostress.

He came downstairs first and saw his son sprawled on the carpet in front of the TV, watching The Bourne Identity on DVD. The original TV movie from '88, Alex noted. With Alphonse was Leslie, Alex's nephew, who was spending the night. Alex went and watched the movie with them while waiting for his wife to get ready.

Leslie wasn't paying too much attention to Jason Bourne's attempt to escape international assassins at the moment, instead he was reading an issue of Playbunny which he'd found stashed under a couch cushion. Alex promptly grabbed that away from him and scolded him, adding quietly that he should read it later after they were gone.

"Aw, gee," whined Leslie.

The chauffeur came in, one ear pierced from a previous adventure, to tell Alex the car was ready. Alex nodded. Minerva came down the stairs a few minutes later in a rather ravishing blue gown, currently talking to someone on her cell phone. As she reached the bottom, she said goodbye and hung up, smiling deviously at the chauffeur when she noticed the earring the wormy rabbit wore. She tossed him the phone and moved over to her husband, smiling at him widely.

"Hello there, darling," she said. "What do you think?"

Alex turned and looked and smirked. He came over and took her hand in his, kissing it. "Absolutely lovely, my sweet," he said. "I'll enjoy ripping the eyes out of all the men who dare to covet you. Because, damn, you look ravishing in that dress."

Alphonse piped up. "Wow, Mom, you look nice!"

He smiled broadly and elbowed Leslie who was now glued to the TV screen watching the sex scene between Jason Bourne and the movie's leading lady. His cousin didn't bother looking away and merely shook his head.

The chauffeur blushed hotly, remembering the other night, and tried to hde the tent in his pants as he pocketed the cell phone. Fortunately, Alex knew all about it, and was just hunky dory with Minerva doing as she wished with the help, except his goons. And, amongst them, excepting Biff, who he knew was Minerva's fucktoy when he or Alphonse wasn't around.

Minerva chuckled a little bit at this, moving away from Alex for a moment to kiss Alphonse on the forehead, one of her large hands resting softly on the back of his head. "I know it isn't possible, but please attempt to be good," she told him, letting out a soft giggle.

"I'll try, Mom," Alphonse lied. "Me an' Leslie will probably just watch another movie or something."

"Let's watch Titanic!" cried Leslie. "I like when the boat sinks."

He began attempting to sing the Celine Dion song and was tackled by his cousin and the two boys wrestled on the floor as Minerva moved back to her husband's side.

"All set to go, sugar?" she asked.

"Ready, dear," Alex said, sliding his arm around his wife. "We're just waiting on that damn babysitter."

Minerva giggled softly and kissed his cheek, nuzzling into his hair softly. "She is on her way. I spoke to her on the way down the stairs." Behind them, the doorbell rang. "Ah, there is the little lady."

The chauffeur dutifully went and answered it. He may not have been a butler, but he was still a servant. Outside was a Latina girl, a pretty little black cat. She was smiling and dressed in a Catholic school girl's uniform. She couldn't have been more than fourteen or fifteen at the most.

Alex smiled, seeing her over the chauffeur's shoulder. "Ah, come in, come in!" he said. He visibly licked his lips and waggled his eyebrows at Minerva, who gave him a playful shove, before returning his attention to the cat. "Let me introduce our wonderful son Alphonse. He's the redhead. The other boy is our nephew, Leslie, who is spending the night."

"Ah, of course," said the cat as she walked inside.

What might your name be?" asked Alex.

"My name is Olivia," she said with a smile as she nodded her head politely, clearing her throat softly and holding out her hand for him to shake.

Minerva, standing behind her husband, giggled and set her chin on Alex's shoulder, watching the smaller female. Alex took Olivia's hand and kissed it softly, behaving like a true gentleman. Olivia's face turned a soft punk underneath her dark fur as she took her hand back.

"Now all we want you to do is watch the boys and keep them out of trouble for a few hours until we return," Alex explained. "We'll be back around nine-ish. Later if Minerva decides we ought to find some... after dinner diversions."

Olivia nodded her head in response to this. "Ah, yes, I can handle that."

"Good," Alex said.

He then offered the smallest of unsettlingly evil grins, undetectable to the eye but enough to make Olivia feel uneasy. Did his tongue just moisten his lips a bit? Possibly. The cat managed a small, uneasy smile, trying to be polite despite her unease. She gulped a little and nodded, glancing over at the two wrestling boys and smiling a little bit at them.

"Don't worry, sir," she said, "you and your wife have a lovely evening and I will take good care of the children."

"Oh, we will, won't we dear?" Alex asked of his hulking wife. With that, he gestured to the chauffeur and he led the way to the door with the happy couple following.

In the meantime, Alphonse had stopped wrestling with Leslie and was watching the babysitter at this point with his piercing eyes, contemplating things. Exactly what, he didn't know just yet, but there were vague ideas running through his mind nonetheless.

Olivia waved a little bit to the pair as they went and looked back to the two boys. She smiled at the two happily.

"Well, then, would you two like some kind of supper or anything like that?"

"Naw," said Alphonse. "We're okay. We figured we'd raid the fridge." He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his too short, too tight shorts he was wearing in addition to a loosefitting T-shirt.

"I want cookies," said Leslie. He grinned. He was wearing a child's size team jersey and baggy jeans.

Olivia paused for a few moments, tugging off her backpack and digging through it for a moment. She pulled out a baggie of chocolate chip cookies and tossed them to Leslie. "Enjoy, kiddo."

"Cookies!" cried Leslie. He snatched the bag and ran away, as though fearful she'd take them back at any moment.

Olivia watched him go, giggling, then moved toward the couch. "What are you watching?" she asked.

"The Bourne Identity," Alphonse replied.

Olivia sat down. So did Alphonse. It was at the scene where Bourne's meeting with D'Anjou in Paris wasn't going so well. A shootout occurred onscreen. Alphonse eyed the babysitter up and down, feeling a familiar stirring in his loins, the kind he usually only felt when he was having his special private time with his parents, or when he and Leslie fooled around. He scooted a little closer.

Olivia smiled down at the rabbit. This had happened once or twice when she had been babysitting. She was used to her young charges getting crushes on her. Alphonse smiled up at her in a very charming way. He had his father's eyes and his smile, although at the moment it wasn't the creepy version.

The babysitter carefully moved her hand, petting his hair. "You're very sweet," she said. "I bet you are going to be a little lady killer in a couple of years."

"What do you mean?" asked Alphonse. "Me? Nawww." He smirked and then slid off the couch. "I'm gonna go see what Leslie is doing." He walked off, and said to hismelf under his breath, "A few years? Naw, lady, I'm gonna start a lot sooner."

Olivia watched him go over her shoulder and giggled softly to herself, looking around the swank house and turned her attention back towards the movie in time to see Bourne trick the bad guys into chasing an empty taxi cab.

Meanwhile, Alphonse sought out Leslie in the kitchen and sighed as he found his older cousin cramming his mouth full of cookies, resembling nothing so much as a squirrel stuffing nuts in its cheeks.

"Would you quit stuffing your face for one second?" he grumbled. "I wanna talk to you."

Leslie managed to chew and swallow. "What is it?"

Alphonse grabbed him and dragged him over to the kitchen door and pointed at Olivia, whispering, "She's hot, isn't she?"

"Uh, I guess so," said Leslie. "So what?"

"I mean, really hot," Alphonse clarified. "That's the kind of girl I always hear my Mom and Dad discussing. The kind my Dad keeps in his trophy room."

"Uncle Alex has a trophy room? Of girls?" asked Leslie. His eyes dazzled as he imagined a room filled with sexy bunny girls in sparkly bikinis.

Alphonse Hugged the doorframe as he felt his hormones beginning to take over. As Leslie watched, stunned, the red-haired rabbit boy started grinding his hips against it, grunting a bit.

"God, I wanna fuck her," he said softly.

"She'd never do anything like that with kids like us," Leslie said

A darkness suddenly came over Alphonse's expression. His mind was made up. "But what if we made her...?"

Leslie looked shocked, but interested nonetheless. He came and stood beside his cousin and looked over at the unsuspecting cat for himself as he watched Olivia taking out a Gameboy from her purse to play with and he managed a lopsided grin.

"We'll do it in the rec room down in the basement," Alphonse explained. "Listen, you go and get her and tell her to go with you downstairs, okay? I'll be waiting and we'll take it from there.

Going to a kitchen drawer he opened it and removed a large roll of silver duct tape.

"And Leslie? Make sure she goes ahead of you. We don't want you getting squashed."

The other boy blinked at that, but nodded and then went back out into the living room. With his arms folded behind his back and bent over at the waist, looking up at the cat with the biggest, sweetest and most innocent eyes ever, he went up to her. "Miss Olivia...?"

Olivia blinked as she was pulled away from her Gameboy. Turning it off, she put it back into her bag. "What is it, sweetie pie?" she asked gently, leaving over the back of the couch and stroking his hair. "Do you want more cookies?"

"I wanna play Battleship with Alphonse, but it's up on a high shelf and we can't reach it. Also we can't find a footstool anywhere..."

"Oh!" said Olivia. "Of course, sweetie pie." She giggled softly and dipped her head, kissing his cheek as she got up.

"Okay, follow me," said Leslie and ran off to the basement door with Olivia trailing behind, and stood there. The door was open and the light off. He pointed. "It's down there in the basement on a high shelf. You go first."

He sweated a little, praying she wouldn't see through his obvious charade to make her go down first.

Olivia saw through it but smiled, thinking that it was something else. "It's all, baby doll." She knelt down and softly kissed the tip of his nose. "I won't tell that you're scared of the dark."

She walked inside. Leslie sighed with relief and then tiptoed after her. Alphonse was hunkered down near the bottom of the stairs, a broom in his hands. As Olivia neared his position he stuck the long handle out in front of her feet. Olivia squeaked in surprise as something hard hit her leg and tripped, almost going forward, but managing to regain her balance. She looked back at Leslie in surprise, having not noticed Alphonse yet.

"Now, Leslie!" yelled Alphonse.

Leslie lunged forward and pushed her. Olivia's eyes went wide and she cried out as she stumbled down the stairs, hitting her head and whimpering as she reached up and rubbed the already forming goose egg. "Ow!" she said. "Why are you two doing this?"

"Good job, Leslie," Alphonse said, walking over still holding the broom. To Olivia, he said, "Shut up!" and smacked her with the broom handle.

With Leslie assisting him, he soon had her wrists bound painfully behind her back with the silver duct tape. Olivia whimpered a little as she looked between the two of them, but for the moment she said nothing, not wanting to be smacked with the broom handle again.

"Yay, we got her!" Leslie giggled, clapping. "Now what?"

Alphonse waggled his eyebrows at his cousin and then knelt down beside Olivia to be close to her face.

"My dumbshit cousin said we wanted to play Battleship, but that's only half true. We do wanna play a game. Wanna play a game with us, Olivia? Hmm? Would you like to play? It's a game called make the boys into men."

Olivia blinked in surprise at this before her face went pink beneath her black fur once more, understanding what he meant. "You can't mean...! You are way too young for that, first of all!"

Alphonse smirked. "No, we're not," he said. "My Mom and I, and sometimes my Dad and I, do it all the time. It's kind of a family tradition. Leslie here, though, his parents aren't into that sorta thing so this is gonna be a real treat for him."

She attempted to scoot away, and so he growled and hit her with the broom handle once more, making Olivia yowl in pain. "Stay put, bitch," he warned.

Alphonse instructed Leslie to go up and turn the TV up really loud and then come back down and close and lock the basement door, then turned back to the babysitter. Using the end of the broom handle he prodded at her breasts, using the tip to push the top of the blouse down a bit. Olivia's tail frizzed up at first and she hissed and snapped her teeth a little bit.

"Stop that right now and untie me!" she demanded.

"Why don't you make me?" Alphonse said tauntingly, then swung the handle and hit her across the face with it, then tossed it aside to land with a clatter somwhere else. Olivia lay there for a few moments, dazed from the hit.

Alphonse smirked as his cousin returned, locking the door and tromping back down the steps. Leslie looked somewhat uncertain, but eager at the same time.

"We're gonna have a lotta fun, ain't we? Now, step one is we all get naked."

"Do we have to?" whined Leslie, who was shy.

"Of course, Leslie, you dipstick," Alphonse chided. "Ya gotta be naked to have sex."

He sighed and began stripping his cousin, "assisting" him in roughly pulling off his shirt and then undoing his jeans. The older boy didn't put up but complained nonetheless, as was his nature. Meanwhile, Olivia slowly came back to her senses. She noticed the more aggressive of the two busy with his dimmer relation and started trying to scoot away as fast as she could, hiding herself beneath the pool table and tucking herself into a ball.

Soon Leslie was stripped to his Batman underpants and then Alphonse noticed Olivia movig away again. Walking over, he seized her by her hair and dragged her out with some difficulty. He had to call the half-naked Leslie over to assist him. Grunting the two children pulled the teenager out from under the pool table and dumped her in the middle of the floor.

"I thought I told you not to move!" snarled the rabbit. Without warning Alphonse began kicking her quite savagely with his sneakered feet. Hesitating slightly, Leslie then imitated his cousin and joined in, the two boys repeatedly kicking Olivia.

The feline shrieked in pain at the kicks, curling herself into a ball once more and tucking her face into her knees to try and stay safe. "Ah, I-I'm sorry!" she pleaded.

They stopped. Or at least Alphonse did. Leslie was so into it he kept kicking until his cousin shoved him down, making him stop. Then the redhead smiled down at their captive.

"There, now, see? When you say sorry, the hurting stops."

Olivia sniggled softly, tears running down her faces, shaking a bit as she looked from one boy to the other, and then back to Alphonse.

"Now," said Alphonse and stood, and looked at his cousin. Leslie sat up, looking annoyed.

Leslie got up and came over and began undressing his cousin the way Alphonse had him, stripping him until he was in his dark blue child's size bikini briefs. He smiled down at Olivia, clearly proud of his limber young body. Both boys had small but obvious bulges in their underwear. Their intentions were very clear.

Olivia gulped nervously and wrapped her tail around herself. She wasn't unaware of what was taking place here. Sure, she had fooled around with a couple of the boys at school, had gotten them down to their skivvies with similar bulges but she had never taken one out of its fabric enclosure before or gone all the way. Just teasing.

Alphonse of course was all too aware. As was Leslie thanks to Alphonse's detailed recountings of his time spent with Mommy and Daddy. Winking at his cousin, Alphonse went to the cat girl and grabbed her breasts through the front of her blouse, squeezing them and licking his lips lecherously as he then grasped at the fabric and pulled with all his might, trying to rip it open. No go. So he went and got an old sewing kit and from within took a pair of scissors.

He snipped the blades in the air threatening just to be a douche, then cut the front of Olivia's blouse open down the middle slowly. He stopped halfway. Then he again grabbed either side and pulled, and this time, pre-torn, he was able to brutally rip it open completely, exposing her bare midriff and bra.

Olivia squeaked in alarm, shivering and taking a shuddering breath as she clamped her eyes tightly and again curled into a small ball on the floor.

"Cut that out!" Alphonse demanded. He slapped her. "Stay where we can have a good look at ya! Unless you want us to hurt you again!"

Olivia jumped in alarm and squeaked. "I'm sorry!" she wailed. "I'm sorry!"

"Not as sorry as you're gonna be in a minute!" the red-haired rabbit boy hissed. "I got an idea how to keep you from curling up like that."

Leslie smiled and kneeled down and reached inside the torn-open blouse to grope and feel at her developing breasts, licking his lips. Alphonse smacked his hands away and used used the scissors on Olivia's bra, snipping it in half cleanly at the middle. Then he ripped it off leaving her tits fully exposed.

Alphonse mmmed and licked his lips as Leslie's eyes bulged out in wonder. He hadn't seen tits in forever, not since his mother, Alyssa, breastfed Alphonse and not him. He reached out again and stroked over them, looking to Alphonse who gave an approving nod.

The babysitter shivered and whimpered as she looked at them and back down to the hand on her breast. She chewed at her lower lip and shut her eyes, picturing it as a boy from school that she liked instead of these two.

"Okay, and now it's time to play let's make the boy into a man!" crowed Alphonse. "Leslie? You're up! Kiss her!"

He shoved Leslie forward onto Olivia and the older boy kissed her sloppily on the mouth, the cat letting out a soft squeal against his lips. He groped her breasts, his young arousal grinding against her as he felt her up, Alphonse standing over them and watching with a leer, stroking over his cockbulge. Leslie was clumsy and inexperienced to say the least, kissing too hard and squeezing her breasts painfully, the babysitter's tail frizzing up once more and trying to pull away from him.

Alphonse grabbed a handful of her hair to prevent her from pulling away, then forced Leslie's head down so his face was buried in the cat girl's cleavage. Then, yanking, Alphonse pulled her head around sharply and painfully so that her face was mashed into the front of his briefs, letting out a small gasp of self-satisfaction as her pretty face rubbed against his boy-bulge.

"Lick it, bitch," he commanded harshly.

Olivia winced and tensed a little bit at first, before slowly lifting up her eyes to look at him in a pitiful, hesitating for a few long moments and licking slowly up the length of the concealed erection.

"Mmm, oh, fuck yeah," he moaned.

Alphonse shut his eyes and gasped softly, his little cock so hard inside his tight undies. The more pleasure he got from her, the harder he yanked on her hair.

Meanwhile, Leslie nuzzled into her breasts before hiking her skirt up, more out of curiosity than any rapacious intent, although he had no illusions about what they were going to do. He eyed her panties and then grabbed them, digging his fingers into the waistline and pulling them down. Alphonse took note and smirked down at his eager cousin through lidded eyes.

"Good going, Leslie, looks like you found the treasure trove."

"Look, Alphonse!" cried Leslie. "I can see her pussy! Heh, get it? Pussy? And she's a cat?"

Alphonse merely sighed at his cousin's stupidity. Two single tears slithered down Oliva's cheeks as her face started to burn in embarrassment and humiliation, still licking and softly lapping at the little rabbit's length still concealed by his underwear.

"Okay, enough fuckin' foreplay," Alphonse said.

He released her hair and moved away, walking back over to the sewing kit he'd gotten the scissors from earlier.

"Now, I said a minute ago you'd be really sorry, didn't I, bitch? Well, now you're gonna be. Gonna have to put you on a leash. Leslie, get the rest of her shirt off."

He dug around inside the kit as Leslie struggled to move her shredded blouse off her shoulders and down her arms, leaving it bunched up at her taped-together wrists, her entire upper body naked.

"What're you gonna do...?" asked Leslie.

"Make a little leash for our pet."

He smirked. It was an evil, vile smirk without humor, without anything resembling compassion or kindness. Pure evil radiated from the redheaded child's smile.

Olivia whimpered a little bit as she looked up at him, tears sliding down her face in a small stream now, tucking her knees to her tummy as gawked at him, terrified now of this child.

Alphonse took out a few small sewing needles, then frowned. "I'll be right back. Got to go and get the rest of the stuff. Leslie? Here."

He took the leather belt from Leslie's bluejeans and handed it to his cousin, who accepted it and stared at it.

"While I'm gone, make yourself useful."

"Um, how?" asked his cousin.

"Whip the bitch," Alphonse said matter-of-factly. "Whip the bitch. Whip her 'till she squeals like a pig, then whip her some more until I get back. Whip her hard!"

He chuckled and trotted up the steps. They heard the basement door unlock, open and then shut. Leslie looked thoroughly shocked at this command, and eyed the quivering form of the babysitter, the belt dangling from one hand.

Olivia looked up at Leslie sadly. "Please," she begged. "Please don't hurt me."

"Sorry," said Leslie, "but Alphonse said I had to."

With that he raised the arm with the hand holding the belt and brought it down with everything he had, striking Olivia across the face. The cat cried out in pain at this and cowered from him, breaking into fresh sobs and hiccups as the mark started to turn red.

Leslie gasped and covered his mouth at this, surprised he had it in him to hurt anyone, him shoving Olivia down the stairs earlier notwithstanding, and then to his surprise he enjoyed the reaction it got out of her, and did it again, the belt slashing across the feline's cheek. Again, and it whipped over her neck. Then with an infantile giggle he started using it to whip her bare breasts.

"I like this game!" he said.

Olivia sobbed still as she felt the welts start to come up from where he was hitting her, trying to steel herself up so that she couldn't give him the satisfaction of hearing her scream of cry. A moment later, they heard the door open and shut, then lock, and the redheaded rabbit boy bounded back down excitedly, grinning as he saw his cousin hard at work and enjoying himself.

He had brought with him a number of different items. He placed them on the floor as Leslie, who hadn't been told to stop, continued to beat and whip the babysitter. The items were the sewing needles, his father's engraved cigarette lighter, a small length of chain and a pair of horshoe-shape earrings.

"Okay, Leslie, you can quit now."

Leslie stopped, looking thoroughly disappointed. Olivia took in a soft shuddering breath in relief as the whipping abated, looking over at Alphonse, wondering what it was he was planning now and knowing that it was no good whatever it was.

"I didn't even get to hear her scream real good," Leslie was whining.

"You will inna second," Alphonse told him with a sneer. "Now, then, Leslie, why don't you go over and take hold of her hair. And hold tight, while I leash this bitch."

Leslie nodded and went and restrained the already beaten and bound babysitter as Alphonse came over with the items. First he used the cigarette lighter to heat one of the needles until the tip was red hot. Olivia shuddered as she looked at the needle, and Alphonse showed it to her, holding it very near the cat girl's eye threateningly as if he was going to plunge the hot tip into the eyeball.

But he didn't. Olivia silently wondered what he was going to do with it.

"Hurry up, Alphonse," Leslie said. "I'm so hard my dick hurts. I wanna fuck her already."

"Patience, Leslie, patience," his cousin chided him. "Let's not dare rush this sublime game. Trust me, tonight is a night we'll both remember with fondness when we're older. But she won't!"

He moved his hand lower and the tip of the needle touched the cat girl's left nipple. It burned hotly. Olivia's eyes shot open wide. He slowly pushed it in sideways, the needle penetrating the left side of the nipple and emerging through the right. She didn't register what he had done at first before she slowly lowered her eyes down to see the needle poking through her nipple.

"Oh, God!" she choked out. She buried her face against her shoulder, the pain finally hitting her.

With deliberate slowness, relishing her pain and discomfort, Alphonse pulled the needle free and repeated the process with the right nipple. Leslie giggled sadistically as he watched. Olivia sobbed hard once more, crying out with each poke to her poor tortured breasts and nipples. Then, with both nipples punctured, Alphonse got Minerva's gold, diamond-studded horsesoe earrings and used them to pierce the swollen tortured nipples.

Then Alphonse got the thin length of chain, from a dog leash, and looped it through both rings until either end dangled freely from the whipped, pierced tits. He grasped both ends with one hand and gripped it tightly.

"There," he announced. "Now our little pet is on a proper leash, Leslie. Now, bitch... scream for me."

He gave a gentle tug, and it felt like fire shooting through each breast. Olivia shriekd in utter pain at the feeling, arching her back a little as she straightened up.

"Please stop!" she cried. "Please, please, I'm begging you! Please stop!"

Alphonse punched her. Just plain fucking punched her. "I said scream, not beg. You'll beg when I want you to!"

"Wow, Alphonse, you sure know how to talk to ladies," observed Leslie.

"I get it from my Dad," Alphonse said with a grin.

Olivia whimpered and shut up, shaking and sniffling once more.

"Now, then, my beloved cousin, I'm afraid you'll have to get sloppy seconds," Alphonse said, and stood and pulled down his briefs, his erect boyhood slipping free to bob in the cool air of the basement.

Unimpressive in size it was nonetheless big for a child his age. He twirled the briefs around on one finger. He stepped forwards and stuffed the briefs into Olivia's mouth.

"Leslie, gimme yours."

Leslie took his Batman undies off and handed them to his cousin, and Alphonse jammed those inside as well before covering Olivia's stuffed maw with two strips of duct tape. With that he motioned for his cousin to move aside, and, gripping the "leash" again, pulled on it.

"Get up. Get up on your knees and move over me," he commanded sharply.

He kneeled down with his slender legs spread wide, cock at the ready. Olivia gagged and choked softly on the undies in her mouth, tears sliding down her face once more as she carefully moved up to her knees and crawled over him very slowly.

"Good bitch," said Alphonse. "Now let's fuck."

He yanked and tugged her down on top of him, his throbbing boyhood slipping into her pussy. He gasped and groaned. Olivia made a little strangled sound around the underwear in her mouth, the little bikini pair sliding down deeper and lodging into her throat, the cat's eyes widening. Alphonse neither noticed or cared.

"Fuck she's tight! Unh!" he grunted and thrust his hips. "Leslie, do her up the butt! Come on, you little faggot, you, know you wanna!"

Leslie was on her instantly, his smallish child dick burying into the feline babysitter's tight anus, the rabbit boy moaning out and beginning to hump her ass wildly. Olivia was gagging on the undies now, working for each breath, which wasn't coming, and she was actually syarting to suffocate while the two boys had their way with her.

Alphonse had sex with his eyes open, and eyed her face, studying it intently. His little tongue slid out to lick over his lips as he realized what was happening and issued what would probably be his final command to Olivia for the evening, punctuated with the hardest ever yank on the chain attached to her breasts.

"Swallow!" he bellowed.

Olivia would've screamed at the little prick that she was trying as she swallowed around the bikini briefs. Her face was starting to turn blue now under her fur and her body swayed. She was about gone. Oblivious to this, Leslie kept rutting like a sex-crazed lemur, fucking the babysitter's tight asshole feverishly.

Alphonse laughed. A child's laugh, high pitched and filled with mirth. He watched as she strangled on their underwear and released the chain and now simply hugged the dying teen to himself and kissed and licked over her tender throat, using his tongue to feel over the bulge he knew his underwear was making lodged in her trachea.

Leslie orgasmed at this point, spewing what little cum his young body had to offer into the dying cat's bowels as Olivia gagged a little bit once more, tucking her chin against the top of Alphnse's head as her body convulsed and she finally died atop him. Alphonse held off until that precise moment, right when he knew she was gone, before he allowed himself to climax. Sweet release followed as he shot his tiny load into the dead female lying atop him.

"She's not moving anymore, Alphonse," said Leslie.

Alphonse sighed happily. "That's 'cause she's dead, stupid. The dumb bitch swallowed our underwear and it got stuck."

Upstairs, the door opened. Minerva and Alex walked in. The end credits for The Bourne Identity were playing loudly on the television, and Olivia's purse sat on the coffee table. Downstairs the boys didn't hear Alphonse's parents return, but were nonetheless already already beginning to try and figure out how to cover up their crime.

Noticing the TV still on, Minerva picked up the remote and turned it off. She paused for a moment and picked up the purse, holding it up to show her husband. Both of them wondered where the owner was. Minerva tossed the purse down and stripped off her dress, pulling on a shirt and a pair of jeans before looking for the kids.

Downstairs, both boys dressed, Alphonse peeling the duct tape off of the babysitter's mouth and fishing their undies out. The saliva-soaked underthings were tossed aside and the two children dressed without them, going commando. Just as they were finishing getting dressed they stopped. The volume on the TV was turned down.

"Shit!" whispered Alphonse. "They're back!"

Minerva heard her son and smiled, pointing down to the basement. "Downstairs, Alex," she said. She went to the door and opened it and started down the steps towards the two.

They both moved to try and block the corpse from her view, standing there, smiling innocently.

"Hi, Mom," said Alphonse.

"H-Hi, Aunt Minerva," said Leslie.

Minerva quirked an eyebrow and picked her son up and held him to her before staring down at the body in surprise.

"Uh," stammered Alphonse, "she fell down and, uh..."

Leslie began crying. "Alphonse did it! Alphonse did it!"

Alphonse glared down at his cousin from his mother's arms. "Traitor."

"Alex? Alex! Get down here!" yelled Minerva.

A few moments later, Alex clomped down the steps. "Yes, Minerva? Holy shit!" He stared down at the dead, naked, raped and tortured cat girl. "Looks like somebody had a party and we weren't invited."

Minerva looked at her son and smiled. "Your first victim." She pulled Leslie over and snuggled him, too. "I'm so proud of you two."

"Good job, son!" Alex said, beaming with pride. "I see you did a real number on her, too."

The boys looked shocked. "We-we aren't in trouble...?" asled Alphonse uncertainly.

Minerva giggled. "Of course not." She turned to her husband. "Alex, I think this deserves a spot in your trophy hall."

"Indeed it does!" Alex agreed. I'll have Fabian and the guys take it over there in the morning. For now, though..."

He cuddled close to his family, and gently kissed Minerva before full on French-kissing his young son passionately.

"I'm so proud of you, Alphonse. And you too, Leslie." He ruffled his nephew's hair.

Minerva gave Alphonse a full kiss on the lips, and the four of them went back upstairs to have dinner, Alex leading the way, Minerva carrying Alphonse and Leslie happily trailing after. They shut the door and plunged the babysitter's choked, raped corpse into darkness.

The End