Between its four muscular legs, a dark red mass of flesh was visible. It was instantly clear what it was. Even without having seen it before, what else could that rigid lump of flesh dangling between its legs be? Cyrene twisted her entire body.

“No, no…”

“You’ve grown quite accustomed to saying no.”

Her head snapped harshly to the side once more. Before she could even register the sharp sting in her cheek, the dog’s ragged breathing drew nearer, each sound sending a chill down her spine. Gasping for air, Cyrene twisted her body in a frantic attempt to escape, but the table, firmly anchored to the ground, refused to give way.

“Master, master. Hic, sniffle…!”

The moment she called the Count while crying, the dog’s front paws pressed hard against her back. She felt the claws digging into her skin.

“I was wrong. I was wrong…… ah!”

Something large suddenly entered her. Cyrene’s eyes widened. The dog’s p*nis was inside her.

“Ah…… ahh…….”

She had spread her legs for countless men, but this was the first time she had been f*cked by a dog. No. She had never even imagined that a day like this would come.

“Ugh!”

A thick mass of flesh, as substantial as a man’s p*nis, roughly scraped against the inner walls. The beast’s ragged breaths poured down from behind, and its claws left scratches on her skin.

“You’re worse than an animal, seeing as you enjoy eating dogs.”

The count, with a look of disdain, lifted Cyrene’s chin. Fur-covered leather roughly swept across her hips. With each heavy impact, producing a dull thud, thud, the wet sounds gradually began to echo.

“Ugh, haa… … squeak……!”

Worse than a dog. Those words rang in his head. She felt miserable, feeling pleasure while being poked by a dog’s p*nis. She really felt worse than an animal.

“Like Areos once said, does it really make no difference? That anyone—whether it’s a person or an animal—would feel good as long as you just stimulate them?”

“Ah, ugh, hmm, ah…”

A moan escaped through parted lips. The presence of a beast behind was felt throughout the entire body. Its forepaws pressed down on the back, its skin covered in short, coarse fur. Its phallus was slightly different in form from that of a human’s.

The dog’s waist moved faster and faster as if it didn’t care about her reaction. She felt the large lump of flesh swell a little more with each twitching and tightening of her v*gina.

“Lick.”

The count’s p*nis was pushed in front of her nose. When she stuck her tongue out, he grabbed his hardened p*nis and rubbed the gl*ns over her tongue.

“Ah, haa…… hmph…….”

Cyrene gasped and took his p*nis in her mouth. The dog behind her and the count in front of her shook their waists and sank their own into her body, panting.

“Haeup, uh…… eup…….”

A huge and hardened p*nis was thrust deep into her throat. The count, suppressing even his moans completely, tightly gripped her hair.

“Ugh…… Ugh, ugh….”

The dog’s muzzle touched her back several times. Each time the growl made her skin crawl, her stomach tightened. She felt miserable again at her p*ssy, which twitched as if seeking pleasure as it held the dog’s p*nis.

She gasped and twisted her body. The more she struggled as she was tied down, the deeper the dog’s p*nis dug in, making a thumping sound.

“Huh, ugh…… !”

The moment the dog’s rough breathing poured out behind her, the dog’s p*nis went deep inside her. As her v*gina tightened reflexively, she felt hot liquid spreading inside her.

“Ugh, ugh! ugh…….”

“Ha, why does dog s*men feel so good?”

The count laughed softly as he pulled his p*nis out of Cyrene’s mouth, leaving her mouth full. The damp flesh rubbed against her face.

“Master, Lord, Master, Lord…… hic, no…….”

Her inside seemed to be filled with the dog’s s*men, and the fleshy mass swelled to the point where it hurt.

“Ugh…… !”

Cyrene took a breath. She tried to move her hips to somehow pull away, but it only resulted in pain. She could feel her p*ssy hole stretching tightly, as if struggling to accommodate how much larger it had grown.

“This might end up with you getting pregnant with a bastard puppy.”

The Count laughed and rubbed his sticky p*nis in her face. He pressed his p*nis against her swollen cheeks and rubbed her tear-filled eyes with it.

“Ugh. No…… No…… .”

She was panting and begging. Her v*gina hurt. Because of the dog’s swollen p*nis, every time she moved she felt as if all her internal organs were being pulled out.

The hard p*nis was pressed tightly against her lips. Everything felt terrible. Being tied up like this and being beaten by a dog, and the Count watching quietly and getting excited.

The p*nis that was pressing hard against her lips twitched and shook, and poured s*men onto her face. The hot, pungent liquid flowed down from her forehead.

“You have to behave.”

The words settled with a languid breath. She nodded her head several times.

“Next time, I’ll put the dog’s d*ck in your mouth too. Got it?”

Her hair clung to her face, smeared with s*men. He rubbed the slippery, fishy-smelling liquid on her face as if he were applying it. Then he held his s*men-stained hand in front of her nose. Without saying a word, she knew what to do.

Cyrene stuck out her tongue and licked his hand. She remained impaled on the dog’s c*ck, like an actual dog. As if she had truly become one.

“Ha, huh…….”

Her moans mixed with tears were heard low on the damp floor.

“Ha…… huk…….”

The moment Cyrene’s toes swayed slightly, her body went down a little more.

“Eung……!”

Her whole body trembled at the firm sensation of her insides being stretched open to the point of being stiff.

“Huk, huh…….”

Her toes, which had been flailing about in the air, finally touched the ground again. Cyrene let out a moan mixed with tears and prayed earnestly for someone to appear.

***

It felt like several hours had already passed since sitting on a saddle-like structure mounted on the horse. The fluids had already dripped down to the floor, and the pleasure had long since turned into pain.

After struggling desperately to free herself, she barely managed to lift herself up by standing on the tips of her toes. But now even the feeling in her legs was starting to fade.

“Hmph…….”

Cyrene bit her lips together; her arms, tied tightly behind her back, wouldn’t budge, and perhaps because she’d fought too hard, her skin was now scratched and burning.

With every blink, the tears pooled on her lashes fell in heavy drops. Her toes trembled uncontrollably before suddenly giving way, causing her to falter.

“Ahh……!”

As her entire body collapsed downward, she felt as though the long end was reaching all the way to her throat. Cyrene’s lips parted, and her entire body was drenched in sweat.

“Please, someone… anyone…”

The thought crossed her mind that it might actually be easier to just spread her legs willingly. A faint, bitter laugh escaped her lips. It seemed that every time she thought things couldn’t get any worse, something slightly more dreadful would happen.

“Hhk…”

Her eyes were burning, probably from crying. Her hole was stretched beyond its limits, so thoroughly soaked that she had lost all sensation in it, and after hours of struggling her legs felt completely numb.

Cyrene gasped for breath and threw her head back. Everything was a blur now – she couldn’t even tell what she was feeling. Was it really pleasure? Or was it pain, or the climax of something else? Her entire body trembled violently each time her two holes contracted, gripping tightly around the firm phallic models lodged inside.

“…Ah, ugh…!”

Even trying to bend her waist was no simple task, hindered by the two rods that filled her insides to the brim. As she let out shallow breaths and more tears dripped down uncontrollably, the sound of footsteps echoed off the stone floor.

Even though she knew exactly who it was, she felt relieved. At the very least, he would put an end to this situation. Through the iron bars, Cyrene called out to the man several times, her voice trembling.

“Master… haah, hngh… Master…”

Count Katara strode closer, his eyes immediately falling between her legs. The obscene liquid was dripping down, forming a small puddle on the floor. His hand reached out, gripping Cyrene’s chin and lifting it.

“I told you to behave.”

“I-I was behaving…”

She couldn’t do anything, yet he found fault with her anyway. As Cyrene whimpered out her protest, the short whip in the Count’s hand lashed across her chest.

“Ahh!”

A searing pain, as if she had been burned, spread through her body.

“Looks like you’ve been having quite the fun all on your own, hmm?”

Even though she found his words unfair, Cyrene couldn’t bring herself to respond. A vivid red line was now etched across her pale br*ast.