Judy Hopps is completely fucked

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"So, what do we get?" He gestured to the rabbit girl on the interrogation table. She'd been stripped naked and blindfolded, and was now lying there, arms secured above her head, legs in the air. Completely exposed. The look on her face was somewhere between defiance and uncertainty. At least, that was his guess. The blindfold made it a little hard to tell.

"Undercover cop we caught snooping around the grow op," his subordinate rumbled. "Name of..." the older tiger read the notes in his hand. "Judy Hopps."

"Wait, what? Judy Hopps? Ha! We've gone and caught ourselves a no-shit celebrity. Well. That's really nice." He didn't make it to the top of the heap in Zootopia's criminal underworld for nothing. "Get some guys in here with a camera. We're gonna show everyone what we do to little whores like her."

Judy could hear him, he could tell. She gritted her teeth a little. _Keep it up_, he thought to himself. _Best to get in her head, first._

Still...the possibilities...

"Alright boss," one of his other flunkies said, "we're ready when you are."

He nodded to the camera, then stepped forward until he was nearly between the rabbit girl's legs, towering over her.

She stiffened a little as she heard him approach. "What do you want?" she demanded.

He said nothing.

"Kidnapping an officer is a serious crime, you know," she warned him. "If you let me go right now, you might not face as many charges when they arrest you."

He kept silent. She was bluffing and he knew it.

"Well?" Her voice was raised a little. Nervousness, probably. "Let me go, or-"

He squeezed her hip with one hand.

"Eeek!" she shrieked. "Don't touch me, you-"

And his other came around to scribble along her side. Judy's angry words dissolved into frantic laughter.

"No! Nohoho-!"

It was very, very bad luck for her to fall into the hands of Zootopia's most sadistic crime boss. Particularly one who liked to indulge his kinks on prisoners.

"D-do what you want!" There was no quit in this girl, was there? "I'll -- eheheh! -- I'll never talk!"

There was nothing that she knew that they wanted. She didn't have to know that, of course.

His fingers traveled up her ribcage, tickling along her underarms. The laughter seemed to raise an octave.

"EYAHAHAHA!"

The rabbit cop bucked her hips in the air, thrashing as she struggled in her bonds. Just enough give to make her pull on them, trying desperately to bring her arms down to cover her most sensitive spots. But she couldn't shift her arms more than an inch.

She was so, so fucked.

He'd never seen someone so spasmodically ticklish. Her laughter was in a continuous stream, almost tinged with hysteria.

Wouldn't do to wear her out all at once. He stopped, giving her a chance to draw a grateful breath, then dug his fingers into her ribs again.

"NOHOHOHOHOHO!"

Ticklish there, too. And under her tits, along the sides, her perky nipples. Some girls had ticklish tits, and this one didn't disappoint. He enjoyed a good fondle while he was at it. Judy Hopps gasped when he squeezed her breast in one hand.

"D-do what you want," she said bravely, her voice trembling. "It's no use, I won't tell you-"

She screamed. His fingers had found her underarms again.

Only this time he didn't give her a rest. He tickled her, and tickled her, and trailed his fingers from her elbows down her arms and found she was sensitive there as well, and swirled his fingers around the hollows of her underarms and by the end of it, the poor girl's voice was just about gone. She'd gone clear past the normal range of laughter and was shaking soundlessly in her bonds, face turning just a little flushed.

Well, he probably needed to let her breathe.

As he slowed his pace a little, she got enough wind in her to form words again. "O-okay," she said, "I'll talk, I'll tell you whatever you want to know, just please, make it stop-"

He ran his tickling fingers down her sides again. She squealed.

"Just tell me what you want!" she begged. "Please, I'll -- I'll suck your cock!"

He chuckled a little at that.

"Please please PLEASE!" Her voice was getting desperate. "I'll suck your cock! I'll let you do whatever, just stop! Stop the tickling!"

He leaned close. "You're a stupid little tickleslut," he growled. "_Say it._"

Judy didn't waste any time. "I'm a stupid little tickleslut!" she shrieked.

He stopped tickling her. She gasped in air, limp in her bonds. "Oh, thank you," she babbled, "thank you, thank you-"

"Hey Judy," he said casually, "you know what we do with stupid little ticklesluts?"

"What?" His prisoner stiffened. "Oh, no no no-"

But he didn't tickle her. He rubbed his cock against her slit -- slickened with arousal, her fear and ticklish suffering had taken their toll -- before pushing it gently, insistently inside of her. Damn, she was tight. He heard her moan involuntarily as his cock entered her.

_Then_ he tickled her. And her hysterical shrieking was music to his ears. Better yet, her pussy was spasming involuntarily, tightening around his cock like she was trying to milk him. It wasn't her intent, obviously, it was just the ticklish little cop's own body betraying her. It felt good.

"What are you?" he growled.

"I'm a stupid little tickleslut!" she screamed between gales of laughter. "I'm a stupid little tickleslut!"

He wished he could have gone on forever. But even good times have to end. With a roar, he came inside of her, painting the inside of her walls white.

What a show! He tickled her for a few minutes longer just to hear her beg, but his heart wasn't in it anymore. Eventually, he pulled out, wiped the back of his hand across his forehead. Whew. This was a young man's game, for sure.

But of course, they needed to keep their guest occupied.

He turned to the rest of his gang. "Well, boys," he said, "she's all yours."

And as Judy Hopps started laughing again, he smiled a cruel smile.