Veronica walked onto the stage with confidence. The large eight foot tall hyena wore nothing, at least not in the traditional sense. The hyena wore a series of straps that acted as supports for her living pieces of clothing. On either of her massive breasts rat toddlers were bound to them, their mouths forced to suckle on her pierced nipples. The pair of rat twins were heavily drugged, drooling around her puffy areola. 
Between her legs was a similar story. Another rat of about age six was tied by the legs and wrists to her hips, acting as a living pair of panties. The rat’s snout was stuffed between her sweaty folds, forcing the cub to suckle on her clit eternally. 
Veronica was a super soldier of the Matriarchy. Gene-modified in a lab, she and her kin were the special forces of the Matriarchy; though Veronica in particular held special rank even amongst her own: She had been the first successful mutant from the project, making her the poster-girl.
The rat cubs bound to her had all been convicted of minor crimes. Disobeying their mistresses, not doing their chores, or hosting beliefs that clashed with the party. They were kids, after all. Yet the party didn’t see them as innocent, or even as living things. All boys were good for in the new ultra-feminist utopia was to be breeding studs and servants.

Led onto the stage by chains emerged a deer boy, aged fourteen. His younger brother of four years was also dragged out onto stage by a pair of older boys bound in latex. The younger boy was crying in fear whilst his older brother maintained a stoic expression. 
Jeremy Rhodes had been convicted of thought-crime. He’d spread anti-matriarchy propaganda in the form of profane graffiti and handing out pamphlets within the ghettos that encouraged undesirable behavior. His younger brother hadn’t done anything wrong, but since Timothy was Jeremy’s brother he too would be punished.
The Matriarchy did not maintain control through kindness. Strict order was upheld not only by the paramilitary squads, gene-coded warriors such as Veronica, and conscripts. Not to mention the various combat androids. Disobedience such as Jeremy’s couldn’t go ignored. He was a cancer, a tumor that must be removed.

All around the stage various women of all ages attended the public execution. This was their first time seeing a gene-modded soldier like Veronica, and they were in awe of her massive height and muscular build. Veronica was getting wet just thinking about her audience, flooding the poor rat’s nose and mouth. Veronica brought a finger to slip under the belt holding the cub between her legs, unfastening it and letting it come lose. The malnourished boy fell to the ground with a thud, face plastered in femcum and barely able to breathe. Veronica eyed him for a few moments, sadistic glee pumping through her veins. She placed her foot on his neck and pressed until she felt it snap, and that alone almost made her orgasm.

“Tie down the toddler,” Veronica said. “Bound his brother so he can watch.”

Timothy was tied down by the pair of bondage boys, the toddler wailing and crying for someone to help him. Veronica savored his cries, licking her lips. She’d waited for so long for this. The hyena stepped over the younger boy, strands of her fluids dangling down onto his face. Veronica squatted down, pressing her pussy to his small snout. With ease his snout slipped inside her sloppy folds, and she began to rub her clit in circles whilst bouncing on the poor boy’s face. She cried out hotly, eyes shutting as she gave into her sick, basal desires. Timothy struggled under her, trying to kick and punch, but his cuffs had been firmly strapped to the stage floor. 
Jeremy tried to speak but couldn’t due to the gag in his mouth. He watched as Veronica molested his younger brother, using his snout like a dildo. He watched in horror as the giant hyena became more aggressive, slamming herself down on his little brother’s face. 
“Cry little piggy,” growled the hyena. “Fuck me! Let me see you fucking cry!” She arched back, and slammed down hard. Timothy’s face vanished into her pussy entirely, and the hyena’s walls choked and constricted him. She held herself there, smothering him, her juices flooding his nostrils and lungs. Veronica groaned as she came, squirting femcum all over the stage.
Veronica sighed, and released the boy’s head with a wet pop as she pulled back. Timothy’s face was plastered in sticky femcum, and Veronica chuckled as fresh tears ran down his cheeks. She gave him a hard slap, making the cub cry out harder. 

A moment later and she had her hands on the cub’s throat, squeezing as hard as she could. Timothy’s cries became choked sobs, and when Veronica felt his spine shatter between her fingers she let a deep moan escape her. Timothy twitched for a few moments before going limp. Veronica stood, pleased with her work, but still incredibly aroused.
“Now, boy…” she said, approaching Jeremy with a sway in her step. “You’re going to knock me up. You’re gonna impregnate the woman who just snuffed your worthless brother.” She said, teasingly. There was no mistaking the malice in her tone, and Jeremy tried his best to squirm in the bindings to no avail.
Veronica’s fingers slipped under his latex thong, yanking them down to expose his cock. He was hard! 
“Mnnf, a little freak? Did you like watching me snuff your brother? He cried so much while he was in my pussy. Fuck, just thinking about it I could almost cum again.”
Jeremy said something in reply but it was muffled, and Veronica didn’t care to decipher it. The hyena turned so that her ass faced him, since he was bound standing to the wall. She bucked back, and her sloppy cunt took in that young boymeat with ease. He was big for a kid, around seven inches.
The hyena bit her bottom lip, a soft moan escaping her. She began to bounce against his shaft, again and again. She took that kiddy meat with glee, and the crowd was cheering her on.
But she wasn’t focused on the crowd, she was in  her own sick and twisted fantasy. When Jeremy squirmed and came within her she didn’t stop, and the boy wriggled and writhed as she continued to use his cock long past him being spent. His blue eyes rolling back, drool pooling through and around the gag. Veronica felt herself getting close, and fucked him harder. His hips shattered, but she continued onward. His knees buckled and the wall-mounted cuffs were the only thing keeping him standing, but she ignored that entirely.
When she finished, she came hard. She once again squirted, coating Jeremy’s ruined pelvis in her fluids, and making a messy puddle on the stage floor. His cum leaked from her mound, and she pulled off the paralyzed boy’s still throbbing abused cock.
“Thanks for the cubs, stud.” She whispered, and then just as she’d done with his younger brother, Veronica wrapped her fingers around his throat. Jeremy choked and gagged as his windpipe was constricted, and Veronica pressed her lips to the ball-gag in his mouth as she crushed his neck. His spine gave an audible, satisfying pop.
“Fuck me, I need a cleanup,” she whispered, realizing the mess between her thighs. Good thing she had plenty of cubs back at the barracks to take care of her post-sex needs.
The crowd cheered and clapped, pleased with the show.