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That's right, it's an Alex and Ben story. Which means of course, rape, murder, incest, sexism, all that good stuff. If you don't like it, go about your business, don't complain to me.

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Night had just begun creeping into dawn as Alex Fletcher's midnight blue Mercedes-Benz 500 SEL pulled into the construction site, the guards closing and locking the chainlink gate behind it. Alex himself, a lean grayish-tan rabbit with slicked-back black hair with a prominent widow's peak, was riding in the back, saying nothing, merely relaxing, his sunglasses propped up on his forehead, leaning back in the seat with his eyes closed.

Seated next to him was the Fletcher family's lawyer, Clint Killingsworth. Clint was also a rabbit, in fact as was every valued member of the Fletchers' inner circle. "Big Ben" Fletcher was adamant about keeping involved in one's own species. Clint had light brown fur and long blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, and wore a pair of wire-frame glasses. Beside him in the seat was a briefcase.

The car slid to a crunchy halt on the gravel behind a dark green Range Rover, and Alex opened his eyes and stretched. Glancing out the tinted window he saw what he expected to see.

That bastard Diggory Cloverfield dangling upside-down by his feet from a construction crane. Surrounding him were various rabbit construction workers as well as Alex's three trusted friends, Fabian, Biff and Marty, wearing hardhats. The latter two were amusing themselves by pushing Cloverfield, a fox, back and forth and laughing.

Alex smirked and, lowering his sunglasses over his eyes again, opened the door, and with some effort, got out, leg brace creaking audibly, but unheard over the noise of the jeering workers. However when Alex slammed the door shut, all eyes were on him. A worker handed him a hardhat which he plunked onto his head. Clint declined one. Everyone parted for him as he walked over and stood before the upside-down. Clint also emerged from the Mercedes and came over to stand beside Alex, briefcase in hand.

Diggory Cloverfield was the chairman of the city zoning board. Recently, Ben Fletcher, Alex's father, had begun attempting to obtain permission to renovate sections of the ghetto and turn it into something worthwhile. The building site they were at now was going to be a future office building. Most of the board members had voted yes - mostly due to the fact Ben Fletcher had deep pockets.

Two had said no. One was Chester Paladin, who had been sinking to the bottom of the Fletchers' aquarium the last time Alex saw him, and the other was Cloverfield. Cloverfield's vote was imperative. If he voted no, and the building contract did not bear his signature, this would mean trouble.

"Alex Fletcher, you miserable bastard, you'll never get away with this!" Cloverfield growled.

Alex shook his head and sighed. "I love it when they say shit like that," he said, earning laughter from the crowd of rabbits. Turning serious, he said, "Look, Diggory, my friend, it's over for you. Now, you've got two choices. Either you can go ahead and vote yes on our proposition, in which case I'll let you down and everything will be hunky-dory, or you can say no...in which case you're going to die."

Beside him, Clint opened his briefcase and removed a document and a fountain pen, which he held out to the upside-down fox. With his free hands, Cloverfield smacked both paper and pen aside. Clint merely frowned.

"I'll take that as a no," Alex observed. "Oh well. Pity. Now Dad will have to through all the trouble of getting a new chairman elected."

That would mean more delays. Although the presence of the half-built office building they were now standing in was evidence of the fact he and his father were going ahead with construction anyway. The zoning board chairman's signature was only necessary in the long run. So Cloverfield would be no big loss.

As Clint gathered up the paper and pen, Alex turned to Marty, the nearest of his friends. Marty was tall and handsome, with gray fur, tousled black hair and matching pencil-thin mustache, and an unlit match dangling from one corner of his mouth. Alex slid his hand inside of Marty's open suit jacket, until he found the handle of the Desert Eagle that the gray rabbit kept in a shoulder holster. He pulled this out, turned, and pointed it at Diggory Cloverfield's head. His upside-down face registered surprise, but then returned to defiance.

Alex pulled the trigger. The bullet entered Cloverfield's nose and emerged from the back of his neck in a huge gout of blood. He cried out and his hands flew to his face. Alex frowned, aimed lower, and fired a second time. This time, the bullet hit Cloverfield square in the forehead and blew his brains out the back of his skull. Cloverfield's hands dropped, and he hung limply. Alex breathed a deep sigh, and shuddered. He hated the sight of blood. He returned the gun to its owner. Marty indifferently slid the Desert Eagle back into his holster.

A few of the construction workers looked shocked. Biff whistled and Fabian just looked annoyed. Alex knew he could always count on his three friends. Fabian had once been muscular, but now, as an adult, he had gained weight. He was a chubby, light grayish brown rabbit with dark brown hair and a gray mustache, and was the de-facto leader of the trio, quite vicious and quick to anger. Marty meanwhile seemed mostly indifferent about almost everything, but certain things, such as sex, could stir him up.

By contrast, Biff was eager. Biff was a goofball. With his close-cropped platinum blonde hair and vintage-style 3-D glasses eternally hiding his eyes, and his lopsided grin, he was the most fun-loving and energetic member of the gang. It was Biff who assisted one of the workers in getting Cloverfield's body down.

"Put him in the quick dry," Alex said, and watched as they dragged the corpse to where one part of the building's foundation had not yet been poured.

With a heave, they dumped Cloverfield in, and then a cement truck backed up to the edge, and emptied its load, filling the hole and burying Cloverfield in wet cement. The workers used shovels to smooth the top layer out. Soon it would dry, and, once they finished the building, Diggory Cloverfield would effectively disappear forever. It was Alex's favorite means if disposing of his victims. His male victims anyway. His female ones were another story entirely.

He stretched and yawned. The sun would be up soon. He'd had a very eventful night. In fact, Cloverfield was only his second murder victim. Several hours earlier had been when he shot Chester Paladin and then had him dumped into the shark tank. After that, he and his father made love, until they were interrupted by Cloverfield's arrival, which had led to the current situation. One that was thankfully finally resolved. Almost. There was one more small matter to take care of.

"All right, let's get out of here," he said to his friends. Hardhats were removed and the rabbits returned to their vehicles. Alex and Clint got into ther Mecedes, wheras Fabian, Biff and Marty got in the Range Rover. As the driver started the car up and began backing up, Alex turned and said to Clint, "Now all we have to do is find out who's been squealing on us, and then we'll be set."

"I have a pretty good idea who it is, too," Clint replied.

~*~

The hammerhead sharks in the ten-thousand-gallon aquarium bore witness to the latest meeting of the board of directors for the company. A severed hand, all that remained of Chester Paladin, was just visible if one looked close enough at the coral growing at the bottom of the tank.

Various animals, seven men in stuffy suits and one woman in a conservative blouse and skirt, sat at the long, polished table. There were two seats empty. "Big Ben" Fletcher sat at the head, positioned directly in front of the fish tank. He seemed to think it made him more intimidating. As if he needed any help. At seven-foot-five, Ben Fletcher was a giant for a rabbit, with a muscular form to match. Long, dark red hair cascaded over his broad shoulders and down his back. His serious appearance was offset by the dainty bowties he always wore with his suits.

Across the room, the double doors opened, and Alex entered followed by Clint Killingsworth and the three rabbits Ben had come to regard as his son's "goons."

Alex and Clint sat in the two empty seats. The other three stood along the far wall at attention, like sentinels. Ben regarded his son and his lawyer. They both nodded, and Alex even smirked a little.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he said, "I am pleased to announce that Diggory Cloverfield will no longer be a problem. He has resigned from his position as chairman of the city zoning commission, and will shortly be replaced by Tom Tiller, who I can guarantee will accept our proposition."

There were murmurs. Mostly of agreement. A few, Ben knew, were muttering about how they suspected Cloverfield had actually been murdered. Ben didn't care one lick what they thought. His word was law in his company. The board members wouldn't dare go against him. Even despite the rumors about what his son kept in a hidden room in his office.

"Well, thank you, gentlemen, that's all," he said with a dismissive wave of his hand. The muttering board members rose and began filing out. Once they were gone they shut the door behind them. Turning his son, Ben said, "Well?"

"As you already know, Cloverfield his history, I saw to it personally," Alex said. "And Clint has a good idea of just who it is that tipped him off."

Ben scowled. Even since Chester Paladin and Diggory Cloverfield began giving them trouble, Ben had begun to suspect that someone in the company was giving them information. Or so he assymed. It was entirely possible that Cloverfield was just a naturally suspicious guy, but Ben wasn't going to take any chances. If someone betrayed him once already, they would likely do so again.

"Who?" he asked.

"Kate Chapman," Clint said. "She's been by my office a few times asking lots of questions, and Rotelli in the file department also told me that she was snooping around down there, too."

"Ah," Ben said, and smiled.

Kate Chapman was the only woman on the board of directors. The young female rat in the conservative blouse and skirt. Ben was actually happy that she was the traitor. He'd been wanting to get rid of her for some time. The very idea of a woman on his board of directors made his stomach churn. In fact, Ben couldn't even remember why he had hired her. Ben had considered firing her, but then she would of course cry gender discrimination and he'd find himself in the middle of a lawsuit. But this...this was a golden opportunity.

"Alex, I want Miss Chapman brought here immediately."

Alex smirked, obviously thinking along the same lines as his father. He signalled hi Fabian, Biff and Marty. Fabian and Marty turned and walked out. Biff stayed behind, shuffling his feet boredly.

"They ought to be able to get her at the parking garage," Alex said.

"Well, I think I'll head on home," Clint said, rising. "Good afternoon."

He smiled and walked out, at the same time Fabian and Marty returned, ushering along a confused-looking Kate Chapman between them.

"Ah, Miss Chapman, do come in and join us," Ben said. "I apologize but there's some last-minute business we need to go over with you."

"What business?" Kate asked.

Biff went and silently closed the double doors. There was a hollow click as he slid the lock into place. Dread filled Kate's eyes, and then suddenly Fabian and Marty seized her, each grabbing an arm. She struggled, but the two rabbits easily overpowered the rat and hauled her over to Ben's end of the table.

"Why, the fact that you've been sending classified information to Diggory Cloverfield, my dear," Ben said.

"No, no that's true!" Kate squealed. She tried to break free, but Fabian and Marty kept their grip. As she struggled, the top part of her blouse became unbuttoned.

Ben stood up out of his chair, riding to his full towering height. "Don't lie to me," he hissed, grabbing her chin roughly. He deliberately looked down her open blouse at the lacy bra she was wearing. As he had taught he son to do, Ben regarded women as mere playthings. Objects to be used and then disposed of. "I know it was you, Miss Chapman. You pestered Clint Killingsworth for information and dug through the files in the file room, didn't you?"

"Yes," Kate said, tears welling up in her eyes, "but I was just--just doing research on the project! I had so--some ideas about what we could build, I swear!"

Ben cocked his head. Was she telling the truth? Possibly. He had known Kate Chapman to be a very proactive employee, which was one of the main reasons he hated her. A woman outperforming his male workers! Still, she did good work, and Ben could usually set his sexism aside for matters of business. And even if she had betrayed him and ferreted information to Cloverfield, this experience might ensure she would never betray him again from this point onward.

However, as he looked are her, terrified and being held by his son's masculaine and hard-bodied henchmen, her blouse undone, Ben felt himself getting an erection. That cinched it. Kate Chapman was going to die. And he was going to be the one to kill her. But first, he decided he wanted a floorshow.

He released her chin and stepped back, folding his arms behind his back. "Alex?" he said. Alex had been focusing his attention mostly on the quivering Kate, and looked over, blinking. "Would you be so kind as to show Miss Chapman her rightful place?"

Alex got up as fast as his leg brace would allow. He walked over briskly, bum leg working stiffly, and stood porudly beside his gigantic father. He eyed Kate up and down hungrily. Then he loosened his necktie and pulled it off completely. Kate looked confused. Then, Alex undid the bottons of his jacket and slid it off. Ben took both jacket and tie and hung them over the back of his chair.

"Wh--What's going on?" Kate asked fearfully.

"My son is going to fuck your brains out, that's what's going on." Ben's matter-of-factness chilled Kate to the bone and her struggles renewed. Fabian and Marty only laughed and tightened their grips.

Alex slid his suspenders off one by one. As he began unbuttoning his shirt, he nodded to his friends, and, still laughing, Fabian and Marty began forcibly undressing Kate, ripping her conservative clothing off to reveal a surprisingly hot body underneath clad in the sexiest of lingerie. She whimpered and screamed. But the door was locked, and Biff was guarding it, and they were alone in the house except for the servants anyway.

Ben assisted his son in undressing. He knelt behind Alex and nuzzled his hip, as he reached around and unzipped his pants and slowly pulled them down, revealing Alex's bikini brief underwear bulging with his arousal, and his brace encasing his right leg from thigh to ankle. Both father and son watched as Fabian and Marty finished stripping Kate. Marty pulled her bra off with a snap, revealing modest breasts that swayed softly with each movement she made. Fabian tore her thong panties off, unveiling her pussy, covered in a thin veil of pubes. She whimpered. They left her pantyhose and high heels on.

Ben slid his tongue out and licked over Alex's hip and the side band of his briefs. Alex murrred in contentment and stood there, statue-like, as Ben took the underwear in his teeth and began lowering himself to the floor at his son's feet, slowly pulling the briefs down Alex's legs. Alex's thick, erect cock sprung into view, oozing precum. Then he stepped out of them, and Ben stood, still holding the briefs in his mouth. With a toss of his head he sent them flying across the room.

Alex motioned to his friends and she both heaved Kate towards him. The young rat found herself in Alex's warm but unfriendly embrace. He grabbed her by the arms and shook her. Bent down and kissed her as she cried. Her breath fogged his glasses. Turning, he backed her up against the conference table, and bent her over it, position her so she was on her back. He grabbed and squeezed her breasts hard. She yelled aloud in pain and, grinning, Alex pinched her nipples. This elicited fresh tears from her eyes.

Deciding to stop dilly-dallying, Alex swung one knee up and use that and his hands to hoist himself up onto the table. He grunted in slight pain as his bad knee was forced to bend, and sweat appeared on his brow. He looked over at Ben, who nodded, indicating that yes, this was the position Ben wanted Kate, and his son, in. Using his knees, good and bad, Alex forced Kate's legs apart. He took her thighs and hoist her legs up so she wrapped them around his waist, and then, planting his hands firmly on the tabletop on either side of her head, he mounted her.

Ben watched in fascination as his son took the rat. He arched his back and pushed his hips forwards, moaning along as his manhood sank into warm, wet pussy. Kate for her part shook her head and wailed, but when she tried to hit Alex he merely grabbed her wrists and held them, immobolizing her arms.

Behind him, Fabian and Marty watched as well. The fronts of their pants tented, and Marty was absently rubbing himself without looking. Across the room, Biff lowered his 3-D glasses for an unobstructed view, revealing his beady crossed eyes. He licked his lips. Had they been given permission to, all three of them would've already stripped and begun masturbating to the show. But even Ben Fletcher himself kept his clothing on and did nothing about his own arousal for the time being. None of them dared undress before their friend's father.

The hammerheads, meanwhile, swam indifferently in their aquarium in the wall, unconcerned with the activities going on in the room their home overlooked.

Alex bucked his hips powerfully, his smooth swimmer's body gracefully taking Kate, short rabbit tail twitching feverishly. He breathed though his nose heavily, mouth clamped firmly shut. His sunglasses slid down to the end of his nose, but didn't fall off, thankfully.

was a very good lover. Ben had taught him himself. So good, in fact, that most of his victims began to enjoy their rape after a while. So it was with Kate. As Alex thrusted into her, her screams turned into lusty moans. Alex's thin mouth twisted into a cruel smirk. He loved it when they started liking it. It made the eventual kill more exciting.

Finally the moment came, and so did Alex. His lips finally spread, revealing gritted teeth. He threw back his head, eyes scrunched shut, causing his glasses to slide back up and into place once more, tightening his grip on Kate's wrists so hard it felt as if he would crush the bones, as thick ropes of rabbitcum shot into the woman's depths.

He remained frozen in this position for a few moments, grunting, his hips twitching with each additional little shot of hum. Then, slowly, he leaned forward, unclenched his teeth, and opened his eyes lazily. Taking a deep breath through his nose, Alex turned and looked at his father for approval. Ben gave it. In spades. He smiled widely and nodded.

"You did well, son," he said, and, walking over, rubbed his bare shoulders.

Alex mmmed softly and released Kate's wrists. Her arms flopped limply onto the table. Turning to look down at her again, Alex saw that she was simply laying there, panting and sweaty like the whore she was. He pulled himself out of her cunt but remained crouched there on the table as he reached over to where his necktie hung over his father's chair. His conventional murder weapon. But suddenly Ben's massive hand grabbed his wrist.

"Dad?" Alex said, and looked questioningly at his father.

Ben simply smiled and shook his head. "I'll take it from here," he said.

Releasing Alex's wrist, Ben gripped his son about the waist and effortlessly lifted him off the table and set him down standing up next to where Fabian and Marty stood. Alex wobbled a bit, and grabbed Fabian's shoulder for support, but managed to steady himself. Fabian patted him on the back, as if to ask, wordlessly, if he was all right. Getting the message, Alex smiled and nodded to his friend.

At this moment, Kate sat up a bit. Turning to her, Ben swung his great arm and backhanded very violently, causing her head to jerk around. She fell back down. Gripping her by the hair, causing her to squeal, Ben pulled her off the table and released her so her nude body fell heavily against his own, taller clothed one. Alex and the others watched, wondering what he had in mind. Taking Kate's shoulders, Ben spun her around so her back was to him.

Ben stepped back as he reached into the pocket of his suit jacket. Then, so quickly that nobody even knew what was happening until he'd already done it, Ben took out a length of black cord and whipped it around Kate's neck. The rat gasped in slow-witted surprise and Alex's gang jumped. Alex himself didn't budge.

Ben pulled the cord back, using it as an impromtu garrote. It pinched into Kate's throat, and her eyes went wide, hands flying up her neck.

Kate's fingers tried desperately to dig under the cord and prevent the inevitable, but it was pulled too tight. She couldn't get her fingers in. And Ben pulled it tighter. So tight that Kate;s eyes bulged out of her head and she was lifted off her feet, held aloft only by Ben's grip on the cord 'round her throat.

Hoarse gasping and choking sounds filled the meeting room. Kate struggled with all of her might, but in the end, she was nothing compared to his "Big Ben" Fletcher. Her fate had been sealed the moment Ben slid the cord 'round her neck.

How she found the energy to struggle after Alex had gotten through taking her for such a thorough ride, Ben didn't know. But struggle she did, twisting and bucking, breasts heaving. Her efforts to kick with her feet only resulted in her banging her shins against the edge of the meeting table. Ben then pitched forwards and slammed Kate bodily upon the table she'd just been raped on, and climbed up, straddling her middle.

Besides the searing pain of the garrote and the swimming sensation in her head from the lack of oxygen, one of the things Kate felt was the hefty, substantial bulge in the front of Ben's dress pants. Ben was hard. Very hard.

Ben didn't look at his son or his son's henchmen. He focused entirely on the task at hand. He was near to exploding in his pants, and he wiggled his hips, grinding his cockbulge into Kate's naked rear even as he pulled back on the cord as if they were reigns, riding the pitching, squirming body like a bucking bronco, ears and long red hair flailing around as he threw his head back. He squeezed his eyes shut. His orgasm was seconds away.

Slowly the life ebbed from Kate Chapman and her struggles grew rapidly weaker until she was barely moving at all. Ben grunted, gritting his teeth. Almost there. He pulled harder on the cord. He was probably crushing her larynx by this point. Kate's eyes were bulging grotesquely from her head, making her look like a fish out of water, her tongue protruding and slowly sliding around, as if searching for air.

Ben's orgasm hit him like a freight train and he filled his pants with hot love juice, staining the front with a large dark wet spot. Then with a final convulsion Kate's head limply thudded to the tabletop.

Ben kept his grip tight a few more moments, just to be sure. Then, slowly, he released his grip on the cord, and slid down off the body and the table. With a deep sigh, he took the cord and, coiling it up, slid it back into his pocket. Adjusting his bowtie he went, got his chair, and pulled it back up to the table. Grabbing Kate's ankles he pulled the corpse off the table, and let it thud unceremoniously to the floor. Then he flumped into his chair.

"Well, that was a blast," he said. He smiled and reached up, delicately brushing his hair out of his face and back over his shoulders.

"Jesus, Dad," Alex said, gawking. "That was great. I should've gotten the video camera."

"Next time," Ben said with a wink. He beckoned to his son.

Alex walked over, stepping over Kate, and reached his father's chair as Ben slid an arm around his waist and hauled Alex bodily into his lap and kissed him on the lips, his hot tongue invading his mouth. Then slowly their lips parted, and Ben turned to look at his son's three companions.

"Get rid of the body," he commanded firmly.

"Shark tank?" Fabian asked.

Ben thought for a moment. "No," he said. "They're too full from eating Mr. Paladin last night. Find some other way."

Alex looked tired, but nonetheless piped up. "I think there's another part of the foundation at the building site that hasn't been poured yet," he said. "She can joined her friend Cloverfield in helping support the foundation of the new office complex." He smirked wickedly. Ordinarily he would have Kate taken up to his trophy room. If she was his kill. But she wasn't. So he was going to dispose of her in the same manner he did his male victims.

Ben loved his son. He kissed his forehead. "Brilliant," he said.

Alex, whose eyes were half-open, sleepily said, "Take 'er in the Range Rover to the site and dump her. Cover her with cement, then come back here. Then you guys can jerk off or have a threesome or whatever the hell it is you wanna do."

Chuckling, the three henchmen began doing their work. Fabian and Marty dragged the body out while Biff collected her shredded clothing and followed after them. They closed the door behind them, leaving Ben and Alex alone.

"I forsee a bright future for us," Ben said, then noticed Alex had fallen fast asleep against him.

He smiled and stroked his fingers through his son's black hair. He got up, gently easing Alex off his lap and into the chair. Alex didn't stir and continued sleeping. Suddenly feeling how wet his pants were, Ben sighed and decided he ought to go upstairs and change.

He left the conference room and walked into the main hall of the mansion, stopping to give the servants explicit instructions not to go into the conference room, to let Alex sleep.

Turning to head up the stairs, he looked out one of the front windows and saw the green Range Rover tearing off down the gravel driveway, off to deliver its load to the waiting construction site. He smirked and went on his way.

The End