Katia awoke with a huff and a shiver. The memories of last night (or lack thereof) swirled about in her nogin and formed a muddled soup of sights, sounds, and smells. Though scattered and unclear, the outstanding familiarity of boos and bars was apparent to her, this often occurrence had left her in quite unfortunate circumstances before, and by the pitch-black ocean of shadow surrounding her she was left with little information as to the severity of her current predicament.

With a blink she could see clearly, the many benefits of  Khajiits was their unique ability to see in the dark. Though her sight was returned, sadly there was very little to look upon. The room was quite barren, stonewalls surrounding all four sides and a sconce adorned with an unlit torch graced the wall above her. The only feature that stood out to Katia was an odd entryway, which stood in a curious contrast to the wooden door to her left. The passage was only about 3 feet in height, but the oddest part was the two slabs of wood that made up the door, attached on hinges at either side to swing to and fro, much like what you would find at a bar or inn.

Perhaps most worrying was the state Katia was left in, or more accurately put, bound in. She had noticed her tail hiked straight up like a flagpole, a thick band of cloth was wrapped tightly near the tip with a long cord attaching it to the ceiling, leaving her shivering anus and vagina completely exposed. She kneeled upon a stool of sorts, feet cuffed to a spreader-bar and hands locked firmly together, trapped in a pair of metal cuffs that were chained inches above her head, forcing her into an awkward beggar-like position.

Though her throat was ragged and sore Katia attempted to call for help, but the breath slipped past her tongue with a ragged moan and little more. With tears in her eyes she tried again, and again, and again, each attempt met with the same result. She prepared to call out again but stopped in her tracks at the sound of shuffling paws scraping cobblestone. The sound was distant and muted, but she knew instantly what was making it. With the distant pawing growing nearer and nearer, Katia shook her restraints with what little strength she had left, croaking out panicked whimpers and whines as she tried in vain to escape. In mere seconds the shuffling stopped, and Katia’s heart stopped as the two double-doors crashed open, carrying a cold breeze with them and releasing it into the damp confines of her cell.

The beast was somewhere between a wolf and a domesticated hound, its fur was wild and plentiful but well-kept. Its eyes shone a piercing shade of yellow, their intensity shook Katia down to the core, leaving her motionless and silent, hoping in vain that the canine might ignore her. With little warning Katia felt a warm huffing at her hindquarters, the gentle kiss of a cold, wet dog nose sending shocks through her body as she twisted and moaned. The hot breath was humiliatingly welcome on her bare and chilly nethers, leaving a slimy film of moisture around her winking sex and tailhole. Katia was a sort of sober-virgin if that makes any sense, considering most of her sexual escapades were only conducted when she was shit-face drunk or looking to get that way. The hormonal excitement of iminate sex was both frightening and humiliating, but her dripping pussy wasn’t exactly looking for her permission to enflame.

With a sloppy lick across her taint the dog was upon her, paws clasping at her narrow hips and hind-paws planting themselves beside her own. Katia renewed her calls for help, now actually audible yet still coarse and quiet as she felt a shaggy pair of hips press against her pert backside. The beast was wild and sloppy, its slimy member dragging uselessly against Katia’s thighs as it missed its first attempt at penetration. She could feel it pressing against her leg-fur, leaving a slimy trail of pre as he slid back for another attempt. Its cock couldn’t have been more than 5 inches long, but the thickness and shape was worrisome. Again the dog thrust forward, and again its dick found purchase between Katia’s quivering legs, this time brushing ever so slightly against her sensitive pussy. With an annoyed huff the animal pulled back, elevating the angle of its member and going in for its third try.

The dog’s cock finally found itself seated inside a warm tunnel of flesh, but the tightness of the entrance and the howl of pain made it clear that its aim may have been a bit too high. Katia screamed in terror and embarrassment as she felt the throbbing length of flesh bury itself deep inside her sphincter, the entire dick somehow managing to enter her on its first thrust. The feeling was deeply pervasive, tears of pain and humiliation streaming down her cheeks as she felt the pulsing pecker pull back to the head then slam back hilt-deep, a pair of fuzzy testicales slapping against her labia.

The beast certainly seemed to understand that its penetration hadn’t hit its mark, but seemed indifferent as it began to hump furiously at the helpless feline. There was no build-up or acceleration of any sort, once the wolf-dog had found a hole to bury its bone it it humped away like a dog possessed. Katia was almost dizzy with sensory overload. The pain had dulled and given way to a never before felt pleasure, the doggy dick rubbing against her tunnel in such a way that it gave just a tickle of stimulation to her dripping cunny. The discomfort of her restraints was overshadowed by the forcefulness of the canine’s iron-grip, locking her rump against his hips with every thrust of his tool. The smell of sex and sweat was thick and invasive, leaving every breath she took tainted with arousal.

In a show of primal dominance the dog gave a firm bite on the scruff of her neck, strong enough to hurt but gentle enough to not draw blood. Katia sensed the coming climax and did her best to please him, clenching her butt with what little strength she had left in hopes of ending this ordeal before anyone came in and saw them. With a vicious snarl and a powerful buck of the hips, the dog hilted its shaft deep in Katia’s bowels, a torrent of scalding-hot doggy seed rushing through her colon and bulging her belly with its disgusting warmth. Katia was also aware of an odd fullness at the base of the beast’s shaft, locking its pecker inside her poor abused tail-pipe and giving her no chance to expel the gallon of cum she had been forced to intake.

The dog’s demeanor changed in an instant, letting go of her neck and panting like a content puppy. She felt it begin to lick and slobber down the line of her back, taking extra pride in slurping over her ears and head-fur as he embraced his newest mate. Katia was too tired and sore to pay much mind to the dog’s ministrations, instead collapsing on her petite breasts and taking deep breaths through her nose. She felt the dog shift as it lifted a leg, twisting its body so it sat ass-to-ass with her while they both waited for its pulsing knot to deflate. A sudden drowsiness had begun to overtake her, tugging at her eyelids and lulling her into an uncomfortable slumber. Before she had fully lost consciousness, she heard a hushed voice seep through the door beside her, a coarse echo that was only audible due to her cat-like sense of hearing.

“Yeah I think Hunter may have gotten to her already. I hope she’s comfy, the whole kennel’s gotta have a go at’er before she’s set free.”