Cruel Fox's Y-Dreams

Story by Pulse

Hello again! Before you start fretting (I can see you about to fret there!), I am going to continue with "Die Rittern," I've simply put it on hold for now. I'm starting another series, though, one that will basically work as a thread between smut stories.

For this, I'd gladly accept people doing their own Cruel Fox stories if you feel you're up to being extra smutty and humiliating the women on the receiving end, but please PM me first.

I think I'm going to do the first story in two parts. My smut is long!

kink tags: futa/f, roughness, humiliation, dirty talkin', watersports (mild)

Snow. Static. Whatever you want to call it. A screen comes to life. Sitting in front of it, being recorded, is a black-haired woman. She appears slim, though she wears a black suit that has its own slimming effect. Her eyes are obscured by a pair of black sunglasses. Behind her is a rather nondescript office setting, nondescript other than its relative darkness. A light from near above is pointed down on her, making her plainly visible. The only thing plainly visible, really. Her pretty, plump lips wear a knowing smile.

"I am Kumi Hikari," the woman says, her voice severe yet hinting at playfulness. "though most people know me as Cruel Fox. I represent the Keguchi-gumi. We own many things. Such as this little town."

An inset, bordered in crimson, pops up onto the screen, showing an idyllic-seeming neighborhood. "Sadofax, a pretty suburb in America. Very rich, very affluent. How do we own it?" Her smile broadens just a sliver. "I might tell you sometime. For now, it's enough that we own it. But the people don't know we own it. Or rather, they deny that we own it. They pretend not to see the black-suited yakuza strolling their streets. But, for our reasons, it is important that some people in this stupid little 'burb realize that we own them."

The inset disappears. Her smile doesn't lessen. "That's my job. Help to introduce some of the more influential citizens of this town to their masters by humiliating them into our complete control. So far, we have managed to set up an underground casino which we hope will attract some A-list celebrities. One of our main attractions is wrestling. Wrestling with a twist, of course." She slides her tongue over her gleaming white teeth. "But we can get to that later."

Another inset pops up, this time bordered in navy blue. It shows a woman seated behind a broad, gray-blue desk. A woman whose head is blessed with an array of blonde curls, whose face is the launcher of ships, whose tits..." She pauses, obviously swallowing. "Jody Jasperson. She's a newscaster, up for several awards every year. She's important. She's target number one."

Snow. Static. Whatever you want to call it. Kumi Hikari, Cruel Fox, disappears.

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"I told you to get it to me in the morning!" Jody Jasperson snapped. Her globe-dwarfing breasts heaved inside her mauve blazer as she slammed the sheaf of papers into a cringing intern's chest. The boy was cute, she thought, though a little slim. Still, her puffy, pink-painted lips curled in disgust. "What am I going to do with it now!?"

"I just thought..."

"I should slap you, you worthless little—!" She raised her hand and he scattered, letting the leaves of paper cloud his escape. Everyone in the News 2 office knew that "Pitiless" Jody Jasperson's sweet, pleasing demeanor was only an act, that these outbursts were all too common. If she cared, she might have stopped them, but she didn't. This is how you get ahead in a man's world. You bite and you claw and you beat your way up to the top. She commanded the newsroom here; the spineless manager would often lock himself in his office when she was on a tirade, drowning himself in whisky.

Jody slammed her fists on her ample hips. Her backside, plump and incredibly grippable, thick enough to jiggle with even the slightest motion, filled out her skirt plentifully. She was a perfect specimen, scarcely thirty-five and filling out her age with luscious curves and a voracious sexual appetite. Not that she'd had a good man in ages. Sadofax was quaint and pretty, but that meant it lacked the raw, rough men of the city. Lately, she hadn't even given the local butches the time of day.

With a satisfied smile, she remembered shooting down the old lead anchor, Pat something-or-other. He'd come onto her hard, offering nights out, whatever she wanted. She'd always rebuffed him until he was just about to leave, until they had told her that she was going to be replacing him. Then she'd taken him up on her offer. She had been bored out of her mind as he tried to tell her about all

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