Urban Heat
Urban Heat
by Malkin (Grimfolse on Hentai_Foundry) © 2008
Characters are © Sucker Punch (Please don't lawsuit me in the face)
"Rise and shine, copper," the dog growled menacingly.
A pair of sharp slaps punctuated the thug's words, rousing Interpol's Carmelita Fox from her involuntary nap. Her brown eyes focused immediately on her attacker, a weedy looking Dalmatian wearing a pair of purple suspendered pants and a matching hat. She recognized him immediately as Inkspot Jackson, one of Muggshot's top henchmen. Without thinking, the vixen promptly did what she always did when confronted by a wanted criminal: she drew her Shock Pistol and unleashed several rounds of high-voltage justice.
Or at least, that's what she tried to do. Unfortunately, being bound to a chair made such an action impossible. Her wrists were tightly bound to the chair's armrest by rough hemp rope. Her ankles were similarly lashed to the thick front legs of the chair. Additional ropes around her forearms and calves further secured her shapely limbs. Even her bushy tail had been secured to the chair, held by a last rope that encircled her midriff. Carmelita had also been gagged; an old rag had been shoved into her mouth and secured with a thick strip of cloth.
Given all this, Carmelita could do little but strain helplessly against her bonds, her ample chest heaving.
Inkspot Jackson sneered at the fox's futile attempt to reach and dismember him. "Wassamatta, copper? You look kinda mad. Gorgeous Lou over there didn't hitcha too hard, did he?"
He jerked a thumb over his shoulder to a much larger dog wearing a knit cap. Lou hefted a crude plywood club and shrugged sheepishly.
"Sorry about dat," Lou muttered, a note of genuine contriteness in his voice.
Jackson rolled his eyes. "Sarcasm. That was sarcasm Lou."
"Oh."
"Besides, in a few minutes a little headache is gonna be the least of this lady's worries." Jackson lazily groped one of Carmelita's breasts as he spoke.
"Mmmmph!" Carmelita's angry growls were muffled by her gag.
"Y'see, normally if we were to catch someone sneakin' around here, we'd just off 'em and dump 'em in the canyon."
An apprehensive expression flickered across Carmelita's face.
"But you, you're a cop," continued Jackson. "If we just kill and dump you, it could bring down all kindsa heat. Heat that the boss don't appreciate. That, and me and Lou are kinda on a timeclock here."
Carmelita continued to squirm as Jackson gestured to their surroundings.
"Ya see, copper, this part of the city's just a hellhole. An eyesore." He walked over to a nearby table. Pushing aside Carmelita's confiscated Shock Pistol, he began rummaging through a large crate. "It just ain't safe, see? Could come down at any moment."
Carmelita glanced around from the broken window to the rickety support beams, privately agreeing with the thug's assessment. It was, indeed, a hellhole.
"So the boss sent me and Lou here," Jackson again jerked a thumb at the ignoramus in question. "To, uh, take care of the problem and make room for new development. And then, while we're down here, we run into another problem: a nosy cop who stuck her big fat tits where they don't belong."
Carmelita flushed angrily at Jackson's taunt. She redoubled her efforts to escape, intent on inflicting severe bodily harm on the man.
"But lucky us, huh Lou? I think we can solve both our problems at once. Two birds with one stone." The skinny crook laughed harshly as he held up a cylindrical object covered in wires.
His captive's eyes widened in alarm.
"That's right copper, we're not just gonna blow this place, we're blowin' you with it!"
Carmelita's struggles became frantic as the Dalmatian sauntered casually back towards her.
"We set dese things all over da place," Gorgeous Lou spoke up. "And dat's da last one."
"That's right, this here's the master bomb, and at this range, I don't think there'll be any evidence left," Jackson taunted as he leaned in to place the explosive under Carmelita's chair. "A real shame, really, quite a waste." He leered at Carmelita's bound form.
Carmelita had had enough. Though her gun was out of reach, and her bound limbs prevented her from giving Jackson the pummeling he so richly deserved, Carmelita Fox had one other weapon at her disposal.
She slammed her head forward as far as the rope around her torso would allow. Her forehead collided sharply with Jackson's face, sending the dog tumbling to the floor. He landed heavily, the bomb dropping from his fingers. Carmelita winced as her headache redoubled, but she took some small satisfaction out of watching Jackson spit out a mouthful of blood.
"You damn BITCH!" he roared, leaping to his feet and backhanding Carmelita sharply. A second and a third strike soon followed, causing the vixen's vision to fill with stars.
Carmelita smiled grimly through the pain. Jackson noticed the expression and took exception to it, yanking back on the Interpol officer's long blue hair.
"You'll pay for that," he hissed, giving her hair another tug. "I promise."
The Dalmation quickly recovered the bomb, placing it carefully underneath Carmelita's chair. After fiddling with it for a few seconds he nodded to his associate.
"Right, that's it. We've got about 15 minutes before this place is dust."
"Den let's get outta here!" Lou whimpered, already inching towards the exit.
Jackson's gaze fixed on Carmelita. "You go ahead Lou. I gotta take care of a couple things first."
"Whateva, man, I'm outta here." And with that, Gorgeous Lou ran out the door without a backward glance.
Jackson picked up a length of rope from the table and moved to stand behind Carmelita. He quickly tied one end of the rope to the one that held the vixen's torso to the chair. The other end he tied to Carmelita's hair, pulling the majority of it into a larger ponytail for the purpose.
Carmelita's head was pulled painfully back by Jackson's rough treatment. She protested, but her angry words only came out as a muffled "Mmmmph!"
"Almost ready," Jackson told her. "You really shouldn't have hit me, you know." He wiped a trickle of blood from his mouth as he spoke. "You were gonna get off easy, but I don't like bein' hit, least of all by broads."
Carmelita glared hatefully as the canine groped her breasts again.
"You know, most of the time if a broad treats me like that, I'd give 'em the fuckin' of a lifetime." He leered at Carmelita's chest, which thanks to Jackson's hairtie, now stuck forward prominently.
"And with a body like that, it's hard to resist, but you lucked out."
His hands moved down to fondle Carmelita's ass, eliciting another protesting 'Mmmph!'
"You see, the way you're tied, by the time I got these pants off to fuck you, we'd both go 'out with a bang', so to speak."
Carmelita flushed again as Jackson's hands traveled up to paw her breasts once more.
"So, given the situation, I'll just have to improvise."
So saying, Jackson pulled sharply down on Carmelita's top, breaking the zipper and allowing her sizeable breasts to bounce free. A muffled shriek gave way to a moan as the Dalmatian tweaked her nipples sharply. Carmelita closed he eyes, trying to will the situation away like a bad dream, but when she opened them again, Jackson stood before her.
He had loosened his suspenders and pulled down his pants, revealing a throbbing, veiny member. Stepping forward, Jackson carefully arranged himself so that he was practically sitting in Carmelita's lap. The vixen's struggles did little more than cause her ample breasts to jiggle enticingly in his face.
"Yeah, that's right. Just like that," Jackson growled as he spat into his hand and stroked himself to full rigidity. He stood and placed his swollen cock in between the vixen's breasts, pressing them together until they completely encased the shaft. He then began to thrust rhythmically, mauling Carmelita's chest as he roughly titfucked her.
Carmelita could do nothing but moan furiously as the thug violated her breasts. Every squelching thrust brought a fresh wave of shame. Carmelita knew that in a straight-up fight, Inkspot Jackson was no match for her. But restrained like this, she was helpless, reduced to nothing more than the thug's plaything. Closing her eyes tightly, she prayed for the violation to end.
The tempo of Jackson's thrusts increased abruptly. His breathing became shallow as he thrust toward climax. Suddenly, with a loud groan, the Dalmatian came. Foul sticky cum splashed over Carmelita's chin and the top of her heaving breasts. Taking his pulsing cock in hand, he spurted more of his seed over the vixen's chest and face, one thick strand even landing in Carmelita's hair.
Carmelita's entire body was wracked by muffled shuddering moans. She choked back a sob as her tormenter rubbed his dripping cock against her cheek. The thick spunk coating her had a revolting smell. Carmelita felt like it would take a weeklong shower to make the smell go away. That was of course, assuming that she lived that long.
"So, how was it?" Jackson asked mockingly. "I've been saving that load for weeks."
Carmelita cracked one eye open to glare murderously at him.
Jackson guffawed. "Well, anyways, thanks for being so accomadatin'. I just wish we coulda gotten to know one another better, but I'm afraid that you have an appointment with the Grim Reaper in about...six minutes."
Inkspot Jackson hurriedly redressed as Carmelita renewed her struggles. He tipped his hat to her, and, whistling a jaunty tune, walked swiftly away.
Carmelita was left alone, straining against the ropes that held her as the bomb counted down her last few minutes on Earth. Despite all her previous efforts, however, her bonds felt no looser. Inkspot Jackson apparently knew how to properly tie a knot. Tipping the chair over was also not an option, as the chair seemed to be bolted to the floor. The situation was fast looking grim.
In desperation, Carmelita screamed as loud as she could through her gag.
"HLLLLLLLLLLP!"
She immediately felt foolish. After all, who could possibly hear her in here?
As Carmelita returned to her struggles, a lithe shadow landed on the windowsill, a hook-shaped cane clutched in one gloved hand.