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USUAL DISCLAIMER: This being an Alex Fletcher story, this means it's going to have the usual goodies. Rape, death, misogyny, death by strangulation, etc. New to the mix are Alex's "lady friend" Minerva Stryker and the gratuitous use of a Range Rover as an implement of murder. If these things aren't your cup of tea, read no further. Otherwise, enjoy.

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After leaving Alex's office, Minerva Stryker returned home and began dressing for...whatever it was Alex was planning. She wasn't entirely sure what it was, but she was certain it was going to be delicious.

She was muttering to herself about hating her high heels as she took off her spiked shoes and actually put a pair on. She was dressed in a blood-red satin dress with a plunging neckline that stopped down at the bottom of her ribcage, her hair pulled back into a bun on the back of her head, the few bangs still up front hiding her eyes. After putting the shoes on she sat on her bed and waited for the phone call.

It came at twelve o'clock exactly. She stared at it for a moment before answering it. "Stryker," she said.

"Miss Stryker?" the voice on the line said. "Don't talk. Just listen. I have a job for you. A dark blue Mercedes-Benz sedan will arrive in half an hour to pick you up and take you a predetermined location for a meeting. Someplace public."

Minerva smiled a bit. It was clearly Alex doing a pisspoor attempt to disguise his voice and sound "mysterious." She was trying her best to keep from laughing.

The "mysterious voice" continued. "You can come armed, if you like. Your presence in the car when it arrives will tell me you're considering my offer. Interested? I promise to pay you anything you wish, with a two-million down payment for your trouble."

"Mmm, well, I was supposed to have a date tonight, but sure," Minerva replied. "Why not? Dark blue Mercedes, right?"

"Yes," the voice said. "The driver has explicit instructions to bring you to me. Don't try anything funny. He'll be armed. Good-bye." There was a click as he hung up.

Minerva chuckled. Having seen Alex's chauffeur, she knew the skinny little rabbit was nothing to worry about. Smiling, she hung up and slid her cell into her bra to hold it. "Oh, Alex," she said, shaking her head.

A half an hour later she heard a honking horn and went to the window. Sure enough, a blue Mercedes was waiting outside with the motor running. True to her recollection, the nervous, skinny rabbit sitting behind the wheel looked quite incapable of hurting anyone, regardless of what the mysterious caller had said.

Heading outside, Minerva arched a brow at the small rabbit and offered him a stick of gum. He looked at it and tentatively took it. Rather than get in the back, she opened the front passenger door and got in beside the chauffeur, making him even more nervous. But he never did more than fidget a bit, a true professional despite his nerves. Putting the gum in his mouth he drove them in silence for around an hour, taking multiple turns and side streets as though trying to shake a tail or keep her from knowing precisely what route he was taking.

Finally the Mercedes drove up to St. Montague Caine's, a restaurant that is notorious for being difficult to get reservations at, and outright impossible to get walk-ins. The chauffeur parked and a stuffy-looking hyena doorman opened the door for Minerva. She got out, feeling ungodly out of place despite her expensive evening wear. Despite all of the money she had made throughout her career, she'd never been to a fancy restaurant. The doorman didn't seem to notice or care about her apparent out-of-placeness.

Minerva cleared her throat and headed inside. The chauffeur followed, babbling to the doorman to keep the Mercedes running. "I'll do the talking," he said, although he didn't sound particularly brave, in keeping with his appearance.

"If you said so," she said, smiling a bit and patting his shoulder.

He took off his cap and led the way inside. He went up to a hostess. "Milverton, party of two?"

The hostess, a petite twentysomething fox, eyed Minerva and smiled. "This way, please."

The chauffeur took his leave. Watching him go, Minerva had a slightly bad feeling about this but walked along with the hostess anyway, silently wishing she'd thought to bring a weapon of some kind. Then she shrugged it off. She would be deadly enough with a simple fork and steak knife.

The hostess took Minerva to what looked to be the best table in the house. The place was a hustle and bustle of organized chaos. Waiters scurried to and fro, rich people ate and talked noisily, and couples danced to Eddie Money's 'Take Me Home Tonight' on a dancefloor in back, which clashed slightly with the otherwise posh atmosphere. 80's dance club meets posh eatery. As Minerva slid into a chair that creaked with her weight, a drop-dead gorgeous and muscled tiger dressed as a waiter arrived and stood beside the hostess, both of them grinning.

"This is John and he'll be your waiter for the evening," the hostess said. "Mr. Milverton hasn't arrived yet."

Minvera resisted the urge to say, "No shit, Sherlock," but held her tongue, slapping on a smile. Instead she simply said, "I see that."

Her eyes darted over to John, mostly sizing him up and wondering how long he'd last in a fistfight against her. Despite his size and build he clearly looked like the sort who hadn't had much experience fighting. Meanwhile, the hostess trotted off somewhere.

"What can I get you tonight, ma'am?" John asked, whipping out a notepad and pen, quick as a flash.

"Scotch on the rocks," Minerva said. She glanced aside, looking around at all of the people on the dancefloor.

John jotted that down on his pad. "All right. I'll be back with that in a flask. 'Kay?" He grinned and cocked his head at a neck-breaking angle before heading off.

Minerva wished they didn't smile so much. It was kind of disturbing. She sighed, silently plotting how to make Alex pay if he stood her up, twisting a finger in her bangs. John returned with her drink shortly, and a full twenty minutes went by before a very familiar-looking rabbit waltzed in. Alex Fletcher was dressed in a white tux with black pants, his eternal purple sunglasses clashing slightly with the outfit. A leather briefcase was held in his hand as he marched up to stand alongside the table.

"Minerva Stryker, I presume?" he said, smiling.

Minerva inclined her head a little bit at his outfit before looking up at him. So he was continuing with his little roleplay, was he? Well, she would indulge him for now. "Mmhmm," she said. "Yes, that would be me."

"Goodie gumdrops!" Alex smiled geuinely and got into the chair opposite her, setting the briefcase aside. To John the waiter, he said, "Rum and Coke please. And the menus."

Minerva found herself highly disturbed and stared at him. "Gumdrops?" she said with a slight cringe.

Alex ignored her as John headed off. "Now, while that grinning imbecile is off getting me my drink, let's talking business, Miss Stryker. May I call you Minerva?"

"You can call me Minerva, yes. Try to call me Minnie, though, and we have problems."

"Oh, I wouldn't dare," Alex said. "Minerva is such a gorgeous name. A gorgeous name befitting a gorgeous woman. Minnie makes me think of a cartoon mouse." He chuckled. "Now then. The job. Don't worry about us discussing it so openly here. People here mind their own business. I've done business here in the past. Good service. Mostly."

He turned and glowered at something or someone before returning his attention to Minerva. "So let's be frank. A smart girl like yourself knows why a guy like me had her driven here." A smirk crossed his thin lips.

"Let's pretend that I am a dumb blonde here for a moment I have you tell me," Minerva replied drrly. "It's more fun if you tell me, don't you think?"

Alex rolled his eyes. "Well, okay then, I want someone with your particular talents to take care of someone who has been a thorn in my side for a little while now. Sort of an eyesore, if you will." He leaned forward a bit. "You'll do it how I say, when I say, and in return, I'll give you whatever you desire."

John the waiter returned with Alex's drink and their menus. Minerva smiled and winked at him.

"Well, that does sound like an interesting little business proposal," she said. "Tell me a little bit about this eyesore."

Alex smiled and handed a slip of paper and an envelope to John. "We'll both have the lobster and three bottles of your finest house wine. Scoot." He swatted John's ass. The waiter erf and shook his head, walking off.

Minerva gave a tiny pout. "I wanted to do that." She inclined her head to watch John's ass he he walked away.

"Now, the eyesore," Alex said. "An annoying pompous little bitch who thinks she can tell me what to do. Nobody tells me what to do, unless I allow it. Which is very, very rare. Why just today, she thought she could tell me what I could and couldn't do to my face!"

"I see," Minerva said. "Does the little bitch have a name?" She smiled a little bit as she looked at him, licking her lower lip.

"Fuck if I know," he said. He laughed and sipped his rum and Coke. "You'll do it tonight. My people will help arrange it. There's a mild change of plans, and the original eyesore, a less severe individual, has been spared to whimper another day.

"This particular eyesore is in a position to get away from me quite suddenly, but not so suddenly I can't treat a lovely woman such as yourself to a night of dinner, wine and dance. So, what do you say? If you're interested, I have your down payment right here with me."

He slid his foot against her thigh gently under the table. Minerva smiled at him as she nodded. She brought her own high-heeled hoof up and pushed it against Alex's crotch, making him grunt.

She nodded. "Sure, why not?" she said. "Could be fun." She downed her Scotch and sighed, setting the glass aside, the ice clinking against the glass.

"Good," Alex said. "I'd hoped you say yes. Now then..."

Reaching down, he grabbed the briefcase, stood, and plunked it noisily on the table. A few other patrons looked over. He smirked, feeling their eyes on him, thumbs poised on the latches that opened the case, as if preparing some sort of magic trick. Minerva watched his little exhibition and leaned forwards a bit. With a suddenness that made a few of the onlookers jump and immediately go back to minding their own business with flushed faces, Alex snapped open the case, the lid flying up.

From within, Alex took out possibly the most unusual payment for a hit in the entire world. A sparkling diamond necklace with gold embroidery. Minerva stared at it, mumbling under her breath, "Rocks as big as my fuckin' head."

"I hope you like it," Alex said, genuine affection in his voice suddenly.

Minerva glanced from the necklace to him, smiling some. "Of course I like it. Really? For me?"

Alex chuckled. "Yes, for you. May I?" He gestured with the necklace.

"Ah, sure," Minerva replied. She shifted, pulling her hair away from her face, small marks just under her eyes were tattoos used to be visible. "Go ahead."

Now that they had seen it was nothing more unusual than a man giving his date an expensive gift, the other patrons resumed their meals and conversations as Alex walked around and stood behind Minerva and slowly, sensually slid the necklace around her throat. As he did so, he smelled her hair and nuzzled at it once, gently, before composing himself and licking his lips, locking the necklace's clasp silently into place.

Minerva glanced back at him, a bit unused to this, and then looked back down at the necklace around her throat, sliding a finger along one of the beautiful stones before he attention reverted back to Alex.

"Thank you," she said.

"You're welcome, Minerva," Alex said, his voice soft, gentle. Very unusual for him. He kissed her shoulder. "If all goes well tonight, it'll be the only thing you have on." He risked a lick, slicking his tongue once over her neck before going back to his seat.

He slowely closed and set the briefcase aside and took a moment to admire her with the necklace on. Somehow Minerva suspected that if Alex owned the restaurant, they'd be fucking right there on the table by now, customers be damned. She blushed a bit from his staring and cleared her throat softly, carefully letting her bangs go back into place. Her little way of hiding.

"You really go all out, don't you?" she said with a chuckle as she looked down, still a tiny bit uncomfortable. Both with Alex being so nice to her and with her surroundings.

"Indeed I do," said Alex. "And you'll very quickly learn just how far."

He smirked evilly and then John arrived with their lobster dinners, a second and third waiter carrying the wine bottles. Minerva looked up at the waiters before back to Alex, smiling a little bit as she leaned back, playing with the necklace a little bit, trying to keep from doing anything stupid or potentially embarassing.

Dinner proceeded without incident. They ate their lobster casually, so casually one would never suspect that one of them was an assassin and the other a deranged serial killer and corrupt businessman. The two made small talk, "breaking character," so to speak, as Alex explained how he came to the restaurant once a month aside from business purposes and how he'd very much like to bring her here more often. Soon, they were done with their lobster and their tummies were full with the food and warm from the wine, of which they had finished a bottle-and-a-half. The third sat unopened.

Shortly, John the waiter brought their check, along with a slip of paper similar to the one Alex had given him. Alex unfolded it and examined its contents, which he didn't let Minerva see, and then crumpled it up and stuck it in his pocket. He nodded, handing him his Visa card, and the waiter left. Minerva noticed this and paused for a moment, but said nothing. John came back with the card shortly.

"Your card, sir," he said.

"Thank you, John," Alex replied.

"And thank you for the generous tip."

The waiter flashed a knowing smile, which Alex returned. Minerva felt a little bit like there was some kind of joke she wasn't in on.

"And tell Mr. Dragorias that his cooperation has ensured my lifetome patronage," Alex said with a smirk.

John nodded and walked away.

Minerva stood, watched him go and then glanced back at Alex. "Pretty elaborate plan you had here," she said. Carefully, she laced her fingers through his hair, tilting his head back and giving him a little kiss on the lips. "You're going to end up spoiling me, you know that, right?"

"Oh, of course I do, my dear." He kissed her hand. "It's been my diabolical plan along. But business before pleasure. If you'll accompany me, we can leave and go to your...new job."

Minerva nodded. "All right, lead the way."

Alex smiled and put the Visa back in his wallet, and, pocketing the wallet, grabbed the briefcase and the third, unopened wine bottle and limped his way to the exit, Minerva following. On the way out, Alex said goodbye to the hostess, who was now a cat. It was definitely not the hostess that Minerva saw when she came in. Outside, Alex led the way to the curb where a valet brought the car he arrived in, which was, to Minerva's mild surprise, not one of his usual Mercedes, but the dark green Range Rover belonging to Marty.

"Isn't this--?" she began, taking down her hair, ruffling it a little bit.

"Mmhmm," Alex replied. He opened the door for her, then slammed it, and with a sudden energy more befitting a teenager, ran around and got in behind the wheel. The briefcase and wine bottle were thrown into the backseat, the bottle bouncing off the soft cushion. "Marty let me borrow it. As it happens, I needed it for tonight."

The motor being already on, he floored it and the Range Rover roared off, leaving the shockd valet standing there, narrowly avoiding colliding with some Caddies and Lincolns as it shot out of the St. Montague Caine's driveway and into the street where its sudden entrance caused a fender-bender as a pickup swerved to avoid it and plowed into a hatchback.

Minerva glanced back over shoulder and watched the crashing cars before returning her attention to Alex, a bit surprised to see such energy out of him. "You are absolutely insane," she said with a laugh. "And I adore it."

"Thanks!" Alex said, and laughed, a scream of amusement.

After a moment, he calmed down. He sighed happily and slowed down after running a red light. He whipped out a cell phone, and dialed a number with his thumb. He brought it to his ear. "Marty, it's me," he said. "Yes, it's handling fine. No, I didn't dent it. Has the, uh, package been delivered?"

He looked over at Minerva, undressing her with his as he awaited Marty's reply. Minerva eyed him back, smiling, feeling a little bit like a shy teenager again, which bothered the hell out of her because had never had to do this before and it was driving her nuts that she was experiencing such feelings. She tugged a strand of hair out of her face and twisted it around one finger.

Then Alex said, "Right. Good. You guys scream outta there. I want some privacy for tonight." A pause and he laughed. "Don't worry, I'll let you watch the bideo. Right, catch ya later." He hung up.

After a time, Alex drove them to a seedy-looking part of town, to a rundown-looking warehouse. This he pulled into. The place was totally abandoned although it was surrounded by a chainlink fence, with a sign reading "Fletcher Construction Co." put up announcing it for demolition. A crane with a wrecking ball and a couple of bulldozers were parked outside.

"Fucker," Minerva said, "you've got me all excited like a kid on a first date."

"And this is a bad thing because...?" He trailed off, then cleared his throat, getting back "into character." "My company owns half the buildings in this city. We're renovating this section of town. This is just one of about a dozen or so sites. It's here that you're going to be doing your job, my dear."

"I see," Minerva said. "And what exactly will my job be tonight?" She sat up a little bit, straightening out her dress, kicking off the high heels because, damn it, she was tired of wearing those things. She was tall enough, for Pete's sake.

"You'll see." Alex pulled the Range Rover into the warehouse through an large, open cargo door. Slowly, he brought the vehicle to a halt.

The interior of the warehouse was stark and deserted except for three things, which the Range Rover's headlights illuminated in the darkness. A video camera on a tripod, a chair, and the hostess from St. Montague Caine's. The fox one. She was bound and gagged and lying on the floor, the camera aimed at her. Alex chuckled and cut the engine, but left the headlights on, getting out and opening the passenger door for Minerva.

"As I said, it's all about removing an eyesore," he explained.

Minerva eyed the fox. "Mm, nice choice," she said. She smiled a little bit as she looked down at the "eyesore," sighing softly as she tied her hair back up into a bun. "And what shall we be doing with her, if you don't mind my asking?"

Alex folded his arms behind his back as he walked over to the tied-up woman and stood beside her. "Exactly what I tell you," he said frankly. "You're going to help me make a little movie. Don't worry. It won't see the like of day. Only the dark of my private hobby room."

Almost as an afterthought, he added, "Oh, and and originally this was going to be some hooker who had set up shop across the street from my office building. You may have seen her a couple of times. But, when I came in, this young lady told me to take my sunglasses off."

He turned and scowled down at the hostess. For a moment he seemed to forget Minerva was there and growled down at her. "No one tells me what to do, especially not someone whose sole purpose in life is to seat people at a restaurant!"

Minerva snickered a little bit at this and waggled a finger down at the little fox. "Not a good idea, doll," she said. "You don't piss the man off. Too late now, though." She turned away and closed her eyes.

"Now then," Alex said, going over to the camera. He turned it on and looked through it, making sure he had a nice wide shot, and that the headlights provided the right amount of light. "Minerva, would you step in front of the camera? I'd very much like to see you as I mentioned before. In nothing but that new diamond necklace I have you. How about you do a little striptease, and then we'll focus on our guest."

Minerva smiled a little bit and shoot her head, moving over in front of the camera as she began to take off her dress slowly. "All right, all right," she said. "Hair up or down, Mr. Director?"

"Hmm," Alex said, thinking. "Well, I see you with it down so often so let's say keep it up, just for a change of pace."

Minerva nodded. The dress fell to the floor around her feet, revealing a black bra with delicate lace along her large breasts corralling the pair, and matching panties without one hint of what hid inside them.

Meanwhile, on the floor, the hostess struggled against the ropes holding her and mumbled into the duct tape covering her mouth.

"Relax, dearie," Alex told her. "We'll get to you."

Minerva took off the bra and it fell down to join the discarded dress, Alex eyeing the large and beautiful horse femme as she disrobed further, licking his lips with barely concealed lust. The front of his pants tented with an obvious erection, one he'd been sporting since they left the restaurant.

"These don't come off until later," she said, winking at Alex as she hooked her tumbs under the waistline of her panties a bit teasingly. Gathering the dress and bra up she tossed them to Alex. "Make sure those don't get dirty," she told him. "They were expensive."

Alex frowned a bit at the lack of panty removal. "Fine," he said, taking her clothes and draping them over the chair. "Now, next, I want you to grab--uh, what's your name?"

The hostess mumbled something oncoherant.

"Okay, step one, removing the duct tape," Alex mumbled. "And remember, my sweet. If you scream, then my lovely friend here is going to kill you."

Minerva sighed and shoot her head again, messing a bit with her hair as she walked over to the fox, hauling her up by the back of her blouse, making sure that the woman's face was caught on the video camera. She ripped the tape off without mercy. The fox started to scream, but stifled it into a whimper.

"Now, honey, what's your name?" Alex asked.

"J--Joanna," the hostess replied nervously.

"Ah, what a....stupid name," Alex said.

"Your mother must not have been very imaginative," Minerva added, dropped the fox without a second thought. Then she grabbed a handful of her hair and hauled her into the middle of the floor, smirking as Alex aimed the camera.

Now Alex removed his jacket, and flumped into his "director's chair." "Now," he said, "slap her around a bit. Get her all sobby and teary-eyed. And then strip her to her underthings. Bra and panties only." He slowly rubbed his bulge.

"No, please!" Joanna cried. Wide-eyed, she struggled, but not very well.

"Excellent!" Alex said. "I was going to ask you to start begging! You're a natural!" He grinned broadly and gave her a thumbs-up.

Minerva undid the ropes binding Joanna, and then leaned down and whispered to the poor victim, "You better do what he says. If he asks it, I will snap your neck." She kissed Joanna's forehead and then backhanded her across the face.

Joanna cried out from the slap, which loosened some of her teeth and knocked her flat-out fucking senseless. It seemed Minerva did not understand the saying "hits like a girl." Even when she was just slapping someone across the face it seemed hard enough to fracture jaws. She smiled and grabbed the girl by her shirt, hauling her up and ripping the shirt apart, sending buttons flying and letting the shredded pieces fall to the floor. Then she moved on to Joanna's dress.

"This is kind of fun," she said. "You know, you better place nice, Joanna. I could rip you up, little girl."

"Oooh, I like it, I like it!" Alex said.

Joanna whimpered pathetically but decided to play along despite her harsh treatment, seeming to figure she could get out of this alived if she cooperated. Thus, she didn't struggle much as Minerva stripped her further. She wasn't much to look at. Small breasts, anorexic hips. Her underwear didn't match. The bra was a lacey black and the panties a simple pink cotton. Alex leaned forward eagerly nonetheless.

"Now," he said. "Kiss. Make out. Some girl-on-girl action, please ladies." He steepled his fingers as he watched.

Minerva glanced over at Alex before grabbing hard at the back of Joanna's head, pulling it back hard enough to make her yelp in pain before chomping down on the fox's lips, hard enough to make her lower lip bleed as they made out. Joanna kissed back with obvious disgust and squealed into the horse's mouth, but slowly reached up with shaking hands to touch over Minvera's breasts timidly. She massaged the large globes as their mouths parted, taking one in her hand, quivering like a leaf, and licked over its surface, tongue sliding over the nipple.

Alex unzipped and whipped it the fuck out, stroking his throbbing erection, idly wondering how the hell Minerva was keeping her "surprise" hidden. "Mmm, yes, just like that, ladies," he said. "Put some more effort into it, Joanna. And Minerva, use those playful teeth of yours to take off her bra."

Minerva licked the fox tenderly before picking the smaller woman up and giving her a crushing hug, her teeth tugging hard at Joanna's bra. The fox erfed and leaned back so the camera could get a good loving look at what the horse was doing. She gasped as the equine lips and teeth dragged the bra down and off her modest breasts, revealing swollen nipples. The bra caught on the underside of the globes with a soft napping sound, and Joanna actually moaned.

Alex idly worried that Minerva's roughness meant she would kill Joanna before the grand finish he had planned. "Excellent," he said. "Now the panties."

Minerva slowly lifted her eyes up to Joanna's face, like an attack dog told by its master to kill. She slowly shifted, laying the other woman down almost delicately, planting a little kiss on her stomach before grabbing the cotton panties and ripping the off roughly, making the fox squeal. Her teeth found their way to the fox's hip, breaking skin. This time, Joanna screamed. Alex actually winced at this, but damn if his cock didn't also jump and throb just a bit harder.

Joanna squirmed, struggling to get away, but she couldn't escape from Minerva's grip. All she did anyway was squirm backwards a bit, but she couldn't get out from under the bigger woman. Minerva pinned the small woman down with one hand, the other sliding up her thigh as she lapped at the bite marks. Joanna would remember this as long as she lived. Which, knowing Alex, was only a few more minutes at the most. Her tongue slowly slid up that slender, naked torso to the fox's breasts, swirling over one nipple. Joanna's scream turned to a moan and she reached down and stroked her fingers through the horse's mane, her body writhing in sinful sexual arousal.

Alex panted softly, stroking himself extra slowly to keep himself going for the whole thing. Minerva hummed softly as she enclosed her lips around the nipple, enjoying the slow torture she was putting the little fox through. Slowly she removed the hand that was holding Joanna down, freeing herself from the panties so that her erection bobbed and throbbed in the cool air. Joanna watched with shock at the reveal of who and what Minerva truly was. She'd never seen a shemale before. And she was actually revolted at the thought of one, not that she had much choice.

Alex gasped aloud at this, the event he'd been looking forward to the entire evening. The reveal of Minerva's manhood. "Oh, fuck, yes," he whispered.

The hand on the vixen's thigh moved up to take hold of Joanna's hip and then Minerva hunched forwards, sliding into the wetness. Alex's pace on his own cock quickened as he watched that thick equine dick slide into the helpless fox. Despite herself, Joanna actually arched her back and moaned.

"Yesss," Alex hissed. "Now, well, I don't think I need to tell you ladies what to do." He chuckled softly and simply sat back, and watched.

Minerva smirked a bit to herself as she inclined her head, watching how Joanna wriggled and writhed beneath her, grabbing hard onto her hips and slamming into her harder and hard. "Go on, now," she cooed. "Scream all you want. You like it, don't you, little slut?"

She lid her hand up the other woman's body, pinching hard at one of Joanna's nipples. The fox moaned and bucked beneath the larger woman, her cries and motions betraying her true feelings about the situation. The nipple pinch made her squeal piercingly. Minerva snickered in delight at the sound. She licked her lower lip as she pulled the girl's legs apart to show the camera more. The vixen just squealed more and her hips moved fluidly as Minerva fucked her so powerfully, in a way no man ever could. Her fur was damp with sweat from their exertions and she held onto Minerva as she got taken for quite a ride, pussy squelching and juicing around that thick invading cock.

"You want more?" Minerva asked. She carefully moved them so that she was ditting back and Joanna was in her lap, holding onto the little fox's hips. "You gotta move yourself. Think you can do that? Come on, now, Joanna, it feels good inside of you, doesn't it? You want to feel more of it inside, right?"

Joanna panted, sweat dripping from her, sliding down her heaving breasts to collect and drip off her swollen nipples. After a moment she started to move herself up and down Minerva's cock, fluffy tail swishing about, hips sliding smoothly, pussy grinding down on the pulsing manhood that filled her so wonderfully, legs spread across the lap of the woman who had previously been raping her but whom she now willing had sex with.

Minerva smiled widely as she watched the little bitch rock up and down, sliding a hand up and groping at one of her breasts. "Come on, now," she urged her, "Cum and squeezed my dick. Milk me of my seed like the good little cumslut that you are."

Alex was jerking crazily now, panting, tongue hanging out, not how idiotic he must look, fist gripping tightly on the pride and joy of the Fletcher family and sliding up and down its length with everything he had, the head flaring, spurting forth some precum as he gasped aloud at the show. He fell out of the chair and to his knees, leg brace creaking noisily. He moaned in pain and pleasure as he knelt there pumping his ready-to-burst cock, aiming it towards the two women several feet away.

Joanna pumped up and down, gasping, her hair whipping about, as, finally, she hit her peak and orgasmed, body clenching around Minerva's throbbing maleness as Joanna screamed aloud in ecstacy. Minerva hissed at how tight the fox became around her, the hurried thought of, "Holy shit, she's gonna pinch my dick clean off!" fluttering about in her head for a moment, copious amounts of hot spunk sloshing up into the tiny body and even seeping out around her cock. The fox gasped and fell down into Minerva's tender embrace, panting and sweaty.

"Mmm, such a good girl," she cooed, stroking Joanna's cheek tenderly.

"Goddamn, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuckkk!" Alex whined. He squealed and came, shooting his ropes of cum into the air to splatter in a trail leading towards where the two women lay, jerking his cock even as it spurt forth its bounty.

Minerva sighed happily, stroking the girl's hair softly, tangling her fingers in it. "Such a good girl," she said. Her eyes darted over to Alex, wondering what he wanted her to do with the girl that was clinging to her.

Slowly Alex came down from his high, taking slow, deep breaths. "Just a...just give me a second here...unh..." Slowly he eased his slimy erection back inside his pants and zipped up. Then with some difficulty, he managed to stand up. He wobbled a bit but remained standing, holding a hand up to let Minerva know he was okay.

Minerva shofted a bit as she watched him walk over to the parked Range Rover. Perhaps for the first time, she noticed the vehicle had a winch attached to the front. Grabbing this, Alex grunted and pulled and the cable began to unspool with a soft whirrrring sound. Carrying it he walked over to them, several feet of it dangling from one hand, getting in front of the camera for the first time.

"Now it's time for the grand finale!" he sneered.

The end of the cable was weighted slightly with a latched hook. This he swung around and threw up into the air above them, towards the open ceiling with its large steel girders. He missed, threw it up a second time, and finally succeeded in getting it over. It fell down and dangled in the air between him and the women.

"Before you die, Joanna, I just want you to know, the real reason you got fired tonight is because I bribed your boss," he said. "Ten thousand dollars is what your life is worth, my dear. You'll be an expensive kill. A pity you can't go in my collection.

Then he took the cable and slid it around the young woman's throat. She was so dazed from the fucking Minerva had given her she barely noticed as he tightened it and locked it into place with the hook. Numbly, she reached up and felt it with her fingers. She looked up, her eyes following the cable over the girder and down to the front of the Range Rover. As Alex limped towards it she realized her fate and squeaked in terror, struggling to unhook the metallic noose. Too late, though, as Alex reached the Range Rover first and flipped the switch on the winch, which began drawing the cable back in.

He turned and watched as Joanna was lifted off of Minerva, the horse's cock popping out of the vixen's pussy, fresh cum running down Joanna's legs. She fought like a wild animal, choking and sputtering, straining to escape even as her feet left the floor. Minerva slowly got up, walking over to stand alongside Alex. The rabbit's eyes were agleam with homicidal glee as he watched the female body hauled into the air to the whirring noise of the Range Rover's winch. Once she was halfway to the girder, he cut the winch and Joanna stopped in midair with a lurch, and hung there. The cable cut into Joanna's tender throat, stopping all oxygen from entering her weakening body.

"No one tells me what to do," Alex whispered, watching her do her death dace. "No one."

She kicked wildly, swinging freely in the air. But slowly her struggles died down. As did she. Soon she was merely twitching and swinging slowly, her raspy gurgles dying away so that the only sound in the room was the soft creaking of the winch on the girder. Minerva carefully worked her arms around Alex and held him close.

"Enjoy yourself?" she asked softly.

"Yes," Alex said, barely audible, seemingly transfixed by the swinging corpse.

Then, he released the winch and lowered Joanna's body back down to the floor. Minerva pulled him in against her, holding him close to her and kissing him softly.

"That was an amazing show you put on," Alex said, walking over and retrieving the tape from the video camera after stopping it. "This tape is going to hold a very special place in my collection."

Minerva just gave a little smile as she got dressed again. "Glad you liked it. It was more than all right for the wonderful night you treated me to."

"Oh don't mention it," Alex replied. He took tape and camera and put them in the backseat of the Range Rover, then returned for the chair. This he also stuck in the backseat. Then, he went and unhooked the cable from around the neck of Joanna's corpse and reeled it in with the winch. Once it was back in place, he said, "I'm so glad you had fun and enjoyed your, uh, payment. I have other gifts for you back home. Just a few other tokens of my immense appreciation for you. One of them is a nice blowjob."

Minerva stretched a bit, back popping. "Nice," she said, slithering back into her dress and pulling out her cell. She called a friend about the corpse as she nuzzled Alex softly. "Thanks Adrianna. Yeah, it's a fox. Send your little mouseboy to get her."

She hung up after that, tucking the phone back into her bra. Then the and Alex walked back to the Range Rover and got in, with her behind the wheel this time. The motor started up and the car backed out, the slowly disappearing headlights causing the sprawled, naked form of the restaurant hostess to disappear into the darkness of the warehouse.

The End