Fed to the dog(sort of)

At first you think that you're in the dungeons. Where else could you be? You have never been to the dungeon, but this is the spitting image of how you imagine a **** chamber to be. However, after resting from your ordeal; you notice a faint hint of light sneaking in from somewhere. A quick inspection of the room finds a tiny window way up near the ceiling. The lines of shadows denote bars on said window. Odd... The dungeons are underground and you don't recall any sort of room like this on the upper floors. She must have had it specifically installed.

Looking around more as the morning light fills the room, you find that it's a fairly spacious room. A little smaller than your bedroom, it was made in an L-shape with a flat stone slab of a table set below the window. The mind can only imagine what it's used for, but the loops that look like they're made for chains or ropes give a pretty good idea. Turning from there, on the wall to the left, right before the room angles out of sight is the wooden rack that you were on last night. The chain still hangs there loosely going up into the ceiling and presumably to the lever on the right.

You wince and clamber to your feet. The lashes on your back sting painfully and you pull the lever. Sure enough, the slack from the chains slowly clinks away. Before it begins to tug on the manacles on your wrists, you pull the lever again and the chains slackens. Stepping around the corner, you see the door at the end of the "L". It's a simple slab of wood without any sort of window in it and it looks heavy. The entire rest of the room is completely unadorned with any kind of decoration and grey masonry make up the floor and walls. This room is a prison made specially for people like you. People that your mother and her kind wish to torment sexually or otherwise keep away from the prying eyes of anyone else in the castle.

while you ponder this, you hear a clanking sound as the door opens. A faint glimmer of hope dawns on you when a servant girl walks in with a small platter of food. Rushing over to her, you feel the tug of the chains stopping you just before making it to the door, "Excuse me. Could you-"

You stop mid-sentence. There's something not right with this girl. Despite running over to her so suddenly and your condition. She doesn't seem too even notice your existence. On top of that, she has a dull expression on her face. Clearly your mother did something to this girl. Something horrible. She goes about her business as if you aren't even there and sets the platter of food just within reach of you before turning and leaving without a second look. Examining your meal, you find only a piece of bread and some water. You sigh before taking a bite, "Might as well get used to it..."

For days, nobody comes to visit you except for the dull-eyed servant girl who brings you food three times a day. With nothing to do, you spend your time sitting in a corner lamenting your life's choices. Perhaps it wasn't the best idea to come back just yet. Maybe things would have gone better. These thoughts plague your mind while the sunlight crawls across your cell floor.

Finally, maybe a week after you first arrived you hear the door open at an odd time. Mealtime has been punctual daily, so the sound of the door opening startles you out of your thoughts. From around the corner steps your mother in the form of Donmal, but what catches your eyes is the large burly dog beside them. It's huge for a dog; easily the largest you've seen and stands about half the height of the person standing next to it. It is covered in long strands of shaggy fur and on its head is a pair of horns that bend forward like a bull's. Its eyes burn with a dangerous intelligence that looks over your naked body with barely restrained hunger.

The Fake Donmal grins, "Anna. I don't believe you have been properly introduced yet. This is Caligan. He's your uncle."

"Uncle?" Eyeing the large dog-beast beside her you contemplate the word. How is this thing related to you?

"You have met him before. He's the one who knocked you out after you murdered our sister...your aunt." The Fake Donmal scowl while a growl of confirmation comes from the Demon Caligan. A brief flash of realization hits you as you remember that night. A huge man, your knife skirting uselessly off his armor. The Fake Donmal pats the creature affectionately. "All demons can change their form to look more human. Although some are better than others. Still, he is a part of the family too and was much angered when you murdered our sister. He wanted to just kill you, but I convinced him not to." His voice briefly turns icy, "I didn't want you to get off so easy. Anyway, have fun." The Fake Donmal smiles before turning.

You have so many questions, but one comes to the forefront and is quickly blurted out. "Wait! Why are you doing all of this? I thought we were all so happy.You, father, everyone..."

The Fake Donmal doesn't even flinch and passes out of sight. Part of you had hoped that he would show some sort of remorse, or at least give you the courtesy of answering. Caligan growls ominously as the door open and closes. For a moment, you think that he was just going to stand there, but then he speaks. His words are guttural and sounds like he's just growling out the sounds. "Come here."

Stepping back in fear, you shake your head, "No. I don't want to!"

He bares his teeth and gets up on his hind legs. Your eyes drift down to ogle his thick, red cock protruding from between his legs. Veins pulse along its length before he pushes both of his paws down on the lever. A feeling of dread chills you at the thought of what his plans are and the telltale clank of the chains pulling you towards the demon fills the room. You pull against the chain with no avail as it slowly drags you closer. In a final **** attempt to get away, you turn and lean all of your weight against the contraption. Unfortunately from that angle, you cannot see him nudge the lever back into the up position. The chains slack and your arms go out to catch yourself as the resistance to your pulling suddenly disappears.

Before you can react to your new situation, two large, orange, and furry paws appear on either side of your head. Frantically, you try to crawl out from under the beast, but he mercilessly presses his weight against your shoulders with his front paws. Sharp claws that look like they could cut through armour dig into your shoulders and he forces your face and upper body against the dusty floor. "No! Get off!" you shout and squirm with your arms in an attempt to wriggle out of his grasp, but he is very heavy and his weight is pressing down on your shoulders.

With your butt sticking up like it is, he gets easy access to what he wants. His long, wirey fur presses against your lower back and his hips start to move. The canine's cock slides forward and rubs against your slit causing your whole body to shudder. The next thrust of his hips catches the entrance of your vagina with just the tip, but that's all that' is needed. Caligan growls and with a great thrust forces his shaft into your pussy. It stretches you and sinks into your depths, but it isn't there for long before he quickly begins moving his hips.

Instinctively, he settles on a quick rhythm of thrusts that stimulates your pussy and causes you to quiver in pleasure and release **** moans. "Ah....no.....haaa....stop!"

Despite your pleas, He simply continued and ignored your struggling. His canine cock sinks deeply into you and you feel his hot breath against the back of your neck. You shudder and your pussy reluctantly milks his cock for his release. The heat from his cock and the heat from your sex spreads throughout your body in waves of pleasure. Caligan's thrusts become more **** and you feel him try and **** as much of his cock into you as possible. With each thrust, you feel his canine cock sink deeper until you feel a flesh bulge on his cock press against your entrance. It stretches the lips of your pussy as it slowly presses deeper and deeper into you.

Your climax begins to approach and you know that there's only one last chance to escape before pleasure overwhelms your senses. Gritting your teeth, you grab hold of his front paws and try and pull yourself out from under him. This incites irritated growls from above and you feel razor sharp teeth press against your neck. It seems that you aren't going anywhere. Suddenly Caligan drives his cock deep into you. The fleshy bulge at the base of it forces its way into you and triggering waves of pleasure to wash over you. Your whole body stiffens and your pussy clenches his shaft tightly. A vague feeling of a pulsing cock and a wet warmth flooding into your sex is quickly washed away by your writhes of ecstasy.

After a few minutes, your senses return and you feel the twitching shaft inside you and the occasional spurt of his warm seed into your depths."No..." You groan in despair before one final attempt to struggle off his cock. However, the thick knot that's lodged inside your vagina makes such escape impossible. There is little choice but to wait for him to finish.

Ten minutes or so pass before the twitching stops and his cock begins to soften. Without any words or warning, Caligan slips his shaft out of you. He growls his guttural words "At least you're good to fuck. Maybe sister was right to keep you living." He leaves and you collapse spread eagle onto the floor, giving your legs which held up both your weight and his for the whole ordeal a break. Meanwhile the copious amount of seed he pumped into you dribbles out and pools between your legs. Vaguely you wonder what will happen now, but you suspect that it won't be good.

They'll never leave you out of this cell.

So ends the adventures of Princess Anna. She is locked away and never seen again. Rumors throughout the Kingdom of Itheria crop up occasionally that she may still be free and hiding among the peasantry from her tyrannical brother, but all are unfounded. In reality, she spends the rest of her days locked in a cell and tormented by the demons that murdered her family as punishment for murdering one of their own.

Perhaps trying to infiltrate a hostile castle ruled by a demon isn't the best way to win back the throne. Still, maybe Princess Anna isn't at fault. After all, it was her father, King Bryce, who decided that a demon could be trustworthy enough to marry...