Prince’s Punishment

Tossing his head onto the cool side of his straw pillow, sighing while still half asleep, Julian slumbered underneath the curtains of his large, ornamental bed, one hand draped down the side of the comfy mattress. With the thin, silk blanket hugging his body close, the lithe and slightly curvy figure of the young fox was evident at just a single glance, not quite the manly figure one might expect from the next one in line to rule an entire kingdom. A few burned out candles littered a small table next to the young man's bed, one still smouldering slightly, left burning after Julian and his companion had fallen asleep in each other's arms, too exhausted after a night of passionate lovemaking to even remember the candles they'd lit. In the early morning sun, the kit's golden yellow and warm fur glowed like a field of wheat, the white tip of his tail just barely peeking out from under the covers as his chest slowly rose and fell, his hair left messy and unkempt after an evening filled with everything except sleep. Slowly, a figure rose up by the young man's side, left in the shade of the curtains, almost twice the size of the thin fox, a tail curling around his ankles. A hand slowly reached out to stroke the sleeping prince’s bare chest, the arm covered with brilliant white fur, a few streaks of black running across the coat of the tiger. Feeling the caress, Julian was slowly stirred from his slumber, moaning groggily as he opened his eyes, seeing the shaded figure of his personal guard sitting next to him, the woman's long, dark hair running down her shoulders like a cloak, 
“Good morning, your majesty~”
The fox chuckled, rubbing at his face as he rolled to his back, his eyes slowly adjusting to the waking world as he yawned, really feeling the lack of sleep after a night of debauchery. As he shook off the last hint of sleep from his eyes, the figure of the feline lady laying next to him became more clear, her naked body bristling with muscles, tall as a feral stallion, a fearsome sight if it weren't for her disarmingly sweet smile, as well as her bountiful chest. The young prince reached to stroked the white tiger’s chin, listening to her purr softly while he leaned in to kiss her on the cheek, cooing into her ear,
“Please, never call me ‘your majesty’ again, not while we're in bed at least, for goodness’ sake~”
Juno giggled, laying back down next to her master, playing with his hair as he nuzzled into her chest, letting her big hand run down his side while she continued to whisper in a sweet tone, 
“So, how does it feel to be 19? Feel much older, much wiser~?”
“Why don't you tell me?”
A playful smirk swept across the feline's face as she cupped the kit's muzzle, bringing his face right up to hers, 
“I do dearly hope you didn't just call me old, little boy. Prince or not, an insult like that might just lead to a punishment~”
The pair laughed in unison, often joking about the nearly ten year age gap between them, 
“What might that punishment be? If it were particularly appealing, well… I might maybe see a touch of gray on your fur~”
The tigress’ purr turned to a sultry chuckle as she took Julian’s hand, guiding it down underneath their blanket, feeling his fingertips caress her chest and belly before his hand finally came to the throbbing, hard shaft between her thighs, licking her lips and staring down the much smaller man with a downright predatory leer, 
“Maybe you'd like to start your great big celebrations with a little physical exercise, your majesty~”

Rolling on top of the striped cat, letting her arms wrap around him as he clutched her head and pressed his lips against hers, Julian moaned into the tiger’s maw while his morning wood rubbed up against hers, feeling a glob of her precum smearing across his thighs as the pair squirmed and cuddled together. Having been the personal guard to the prince ever since his tenth birthday, and becoming something much more than that before his 11th birthday, Juno loved every moment she spent with the fox, thankful that she could spend many of said moments with him as it was customary for the guard to stay by the master's side just about around the clock. Of course, the practice of staying by Julian’s side didn't quite extend so far that she'd have a good reason to spend the nights in his bedchambers even in the family citadel of the young man, where she had a room of her own just down the hall from his bedroom. Still, even with the occasional raised eyebrow that the sleeping arrangements caused, Juno spent most nights locked up with the young prince. The pair had started their illicit relationship very carefully, never even holding hands unless they were absolutely certain that no eyes were on them, yet as the years went by and the boy grew in age, the deviant couple had gotten more brazen and carefree with every passing day. Their relationship was more or less an open secret amongst the many servants and soldiers of the castle, most just turning a blind eye to it and keeping their mouths shut no matter how much or little they might've agreed with it, as none would risk saying anything or spreading rumours about the prince, the next regent in line to inherit rule over the lands very soon. Of course, there was one particular man who wielded more power and influence than the prince, though even under the watchful eye of his father, Julian had gotten quite relaxed about keeping his deviant relationship a secret. Shuddering as he felt the tigress reaching under the blanket and grabbing onto his cock, the fox didn't struggle as the muscular lady easily switched positions with him, rolling around and pinning him on his back as she snarled playfully while breaking off their kiss, slowly running her hands down his chest, 
“You must be very, very nervous about the grand feast your father is putting on for your birthday. How about I relieve some of your pressures, m’lord~”
Gasping as Juno’s wonderfully textured tongue licked at his belly, spreading his legs and curling his toes, the young man watched her slowly dipping her muzzle down to his loins, opening wide and gliding her maw down over his manhood, swallowing it whole while he gave a needy bark, her own dick twitching and spraying a few globs of precum onto the bedsheets. With his bodyguard working her magic on him, knowing just how to lick and suck him, Julian leaned back in bliss, settling down to let the big woman drain every last little bit of anxiety from him. 

After another hour spent in bed, doing everything except for resting, the young prince and his very, very loyal personal guard were finally up and on their feet, still smirking and giggling as they slipped out of bed, panting slightly. Bending over to pick up the clothes from the floor she'd shed in a hurry the evening before, Juno’s tail lifted up and her ass cheeks spread slightly, revealing some fresh cum spilling from her tailhole, a few more beads and ropes of the royal’s seed smeared on her lips. Grinning to himself at the sight of the big tigress marked with his sticky load, Julian reached for his clothes as well, grabbing a silken, gilded robe from a chest by his bed, opulent by the standards of most people yet quite simple and relaxed for the fox's tastes. As the two of them would be among the guests of honour for the great birthday feast being held later that day, Julian and his guard had to be presentable and prepared for the celebrations, and the kit guessed that it might be seen as a bit of a faux pas for Juno to be walking around while splattered with his cum, or for him to be seated at the head of the table while reeking of a very horny tigress. Letting the woman slip on her undergarments, Julian stepped over and took her hand, 
“Come, I think a bath is in order for us both.”
Following her master, and her lover, out of his bedchambers and down the hall, the big and broad feline stepped into the bathing room, standing by the young man's side as he rang a bell. Within seconds, a peacock stepped into the room with the restrained mannerisms of a faithful servant of the family, bowing before the fox as the prince smiled, 
“We would like a bath.”
The peacock didn't say a word, just turning around and heading out the room, a dozen servants suddenly bursting in and preparing the bath for the couple in mere moments, filling a sizeable bath carved from stone and wood with buckets of steaming water, adding perfume to the bath, making sure it was the perfect temperature and laying out linens for the pair to dry themselves with after. By the time it was all set and done, most of the servants stepped out, only the peacock and another young wolf staying behind, holding sticks with sponges attached to the ends as Julian chuckled, motioning towards the door, 
“We won't be needing your help, we'd like to perform our ablutions privately.”
Nodding, the servants quickly stepped out of the room, leaving the fox and his guard all alone, Juno letting out a little giggle as she began to undress, with the canine boy following suit. 

Sighing as he lowered himself into the wonderfully warm bath, the scent of flowers and herbs filling his nostrils, Julian sank all the way down to his neck in the water, letting the perfume soak into his fur. Stepping into the bath right behind her lover, Juno carefully dipped in as well, smirking as her size caused the water to rise up to the little fox's chin as soon as she was inside, laying a hand on his thigh, 
“Now we must just resist the urge to get dirty once more, I'd hate to bother old Howard and the rest of your servants by making them draw us another fresh bath~”
The pair laughed, embracing for a moment, lost in each other's eyes before their ears perked up simultaneously, hearing footsteps along with the telltale clack of a cane striking against the floor. Clearing her throat as she quickly let go of the prince, pushing herself off to the far side of the bath, Juno covered up her breasts with her hands as the door to the bathing chambers swung open. Another fox stepped inside, a head taller than Julian and with shoulders a good bit more broad than the young man, his fur a faded and graying shade of sandy yellow, his figure cloaked in ostentatious robes, a gilded cane in one hand and a sword hanging from his hip. Looking as sour as usual, the king's eyes lingered with the white tigress for a moment, his fangs peeking from his mouth before he turned to his son, Ainsley’s words pouring from his mouth with a stinging, held back tone of irritation, 
“You're finally awake.”
Julian sighed softly and rolled his eyes, nodding at the king, 
“Yes father, what do you need?”
Ainsley stayed silent for a moment, clutching his cane while staring down the younger man, his left eye shivering slightly as it struggled to open properly, a scar running down the side of his face and over the eye, an old wound gotten from the hard-fought battles he'd had to endure to secure the kingdom he'd be passing down to Julian, 
“I don't require anything. You, however, need to be ready for tonight's celebrations. Howard shall lay out your clothing in your room, do not be late for the feast.”
Julian groaned softly, while the tiger just stayed silent, 
“I can dress myself, father, I don't need a servant to pick out my outfit.”
The old fox whipped his walking cane against the wall, the snap reverberating across the room as he raised his voice, his commanding tone mirroring his days as an officer on horseback, 
“These celebrations are not about you, but about the prince, the future king, the leader of our people. Do not be late.”
With that, the old man turned around, marching out the bathroom as Julian just sighed and rubbed his temple, shaking his head. 

Waiting in the wings for his cue, dressed in the clothes chosen by his father no matter how ridiculous he found the whole thing, Julian was fiddling with the opulent getup he'd been given, a large, crimson coat set on his shoulders, a dagger at his belt, not used to carrying weapons. Juno was by his side like always, the large tigress folding her arms as she kept an eye on her surroundings, wearing the arms and the leather armour of a guard, though she'd made sure to spruce up her appearance a little, adding some flair and decorative touches to her usual appearance, her long hair flowing down her shoulders. Already seated at one end of a grand table, Ainsley sat and watched as the guests of honour stepped into the room one at a time, each chosen by him, guards and loyal men of his standing at the outskirts of the large ballroom. The king had a stern, disappointed look on his face, not happy that a day of celebration would instead have to be turned into a lesson for his son. Some rulers would let their followers guide their people to ruin, yet the old fox was determined to make the prince into a king worthy of the kingdom. Not only was Julian flaunting all the rules and common decency with such a debaucherous relationship, he was doing so in front of everyone as well, in his house, shaming him and his entire lineage in the eyes of everyone. Ainsley needed the boy to learn that relationships were not a thing of pleasure, they were a tool of power, just as any other thing in this world, and he'd teach that lesson no matter how painful it might be. With all the guests of honour seated at the table, the king gave a signal as the master of the ceremonies bellowed out the name of the prince, leading to Julian and his personal guard to step out into the ballroom, putting on smiles as they marched to the other end of the table, the tigress standing behind the kit's back as he took a seat.

Waiting for the great feast to begin, his stomach giving a little grumble as he glanced towards the servants’ entrance expecting a whole cavalcade of dishes to be brought out and laid out onto the table, Julian was confused to see that all the doors were instead simply shut, the guards moving in lockstep as they closed and secured every entrance to the ballroom. Looking around, suddenly getting a rather nervous feeling as he realised that most of the guests sitting at the table were officers, local politicians, and others deeply loyal to his father, as were most of the high ranking guards situated around the room. Before the prince could make a move, several soldiers stepped behind the large tigress standing by her master, grabbing her arms and yanking her off to the side. Initially Juno put up a struggle, growling as she instinctively shoved the first guard aside, putting her muscles and stature to work, before one glance towards the king’s very stern look made it clear that this was no plot against the family or a revolt, it was Ainsley’s doing. Afraid that putting up a fight would lead to Julian suffering the consequences, the tigress quickly swallowed her fighting spirit and allowed herself to be dragged towards the middle of the room as the young prince stood up and watched, shock and confusion on his face, 
“What is going on, what are you doing?!”
Speaking in a deadly calm voice, Ainsley just stared down his son, 
“I've decided to make some changes in the assignment of the men under my leadership. You'll be getting a new personal guard assigned to you by the end of the eve. And as for your old one…”
Julian gasped as he saw the feline forced down to her knees, one of the guards grabbing her hair and drawing out a dagger, 
“... she will be having a chance of professions.”

Juno groaned and shivered as the man cut her hair, ripping and sawing at it, big clumps of the dark hair falling to the floor as it was cut down short, above her ears, the hairstyle of a prostitute. In the same breath, another guard reached down to unfasten the blade from her hip, a third cutting at the belts and buckles holding on her armour, ripping it all off of her as she was left just in her undergarments, her weapon tossed aside as Ainsley took a sip of wine from his cup, 
“She will no longer be needing a weapon, as that is not the tool of a harlot.”
Gritting her teeth as the last of her clothes were torn off her, leaving her completely bare, Juno made no attempt at cloaking her body, just staring down at the floor as her breasts and her cock were left for all to see. Slowly recovering from the shock, Julian stood up and took a step towards his lover, stopped in his track by a hand on his shoulder from one of the nearby officers shaking his head, 
“You can't do this!”
The king didn't even dignify the younger fox's shouting with a reply, just turning to stare at the group of men gathered around the nude tiger, giving a nod. With that, several of them reached for some new jewellery that Ainsley had secured just for her, opening a small chest. The first of the men pulled out a collar, same as the ones used by the guard and hunting hounds around the citadel, slipping it around the softly growling Juno’s neck, tightening it right up. The next accessory was even more unpleasant for the feline, giving a pained grunt as she suddenly felt a sharp stinging by her left ear, looking up to see a cheap, gaudy earring dangling down, a tiny trickle of fresh blood staining her white fur. A third guard squatted in front of her with another piece of jewellery, a golden ring, grabbing her right tit as she fought the urge to pounce on him, biting her tongue and staring at the ground as she felt the pointed end at her nipple, hissing as it pushed in, giving her yet another piercing. 

With her fearsome warrior appearance reduced to a mockery of a lowly prostitute, kneeling between almost a dozen men with jewellery adoring her face and body, grunting and sneering as one of the men chuckled and powdered her cheeks while another crudely smeared lip-paint on her snout, Juno held back her rage and just allowed the humiliation to happen, certain that the king would be willing to go far enough to kill her, and maybe even his son, if she tried to fight back. Not happy with the lack of a reaction from the stoic tigress even after they'd gotten her all dolled up like a cheap whore wandering the streets, the guards crowding around the feline woman stepped up their torture by a notch, several of them kneeling down, seemingly eager to give her a little taste of her new profession. Juno closed her eyes and swallowed down a growl as one guard cupped both her tits, another grabbing a handful of her ass, giving it a couple good squeezes as they all chuckled, groping the white tiger’s body. The newly-appointed prostitute’s humiliation only grew worse as all the fondling and touching, along with her heart racing and her blood coursing like a flooding river, got her a little excited down below the belt, no matter how much she tried to suppress the instinctive reaction. Little by little, the tiger’s cock stiffened and stood up, poking up from between her thighs, getting a mix of mocking groans, laughter, and teasing whistles from the crowd of guards, her breath freezing in her lungs for a moment as one man quickly ran his fingers across her sensitive shaft. As much as the humiliation soothed the fire burning deep within him, Ainsley didn't intend to let the harlot go without first seeing some true pain, taking his cane and slamming it against the floor a couple times to catch the attention of the guards, grabbing it by the end and handing it to the nearest man. Taking the king’s cane, slender and stiff, the guard gave a little bow to the old fox before quickly getting back to the kneeling woman, shoving aside a couple of his compatriots, giving one a little nod. Juno grunted as an arm suddenly wrapped around her neck from behind, putting her into a slight choke hold and pulling her back, leaving her back bent in an angle, her breath wheezing gently as she grabbed the arm, shivering while struggling not to fight back with all her might. Glancing up, the tigress saw the other guard winding back with the king's cane in hand, having only a split second to brace herself before it whipped down right across her thighs, roaring in pain as she flinched. Breathing hard, gritting her teeth, the second slap across her legs didn't get quite as intense of a reaction from her now that she knew what was coming, grunting and panting as the cane thwacked against her hide again and again, leaving red marks and welts across her thighs while she squirmed, baring her teeth and trying not to show any signs of pain. 

Watching his bodyguard and lover getting caned, flinching more than the tigress was every time the wooden stick whipped against her thighs, Julian couldn't bring himself to say anything, just collapsing back down into his chair, staring on in shock while she avoided his gaze. By the time the woman's legs were bruised and completely striped by red welts from the caning, the guard smacking her stepped back, leaving Juno to pant and shiver as the stinging made her eyes water up, still trying to keep her honour and not show the torture getting to her. Much to the tiger’s displeasure, it seemed that her new role as a prostitute wasn't just an insult, not to the men gathered around her. A bear stepped in front of the humiliated bodyguard as she was finally let out of the choke hold, grinning down at her as he slowly reached his hands down to his crotch, making a show of him unbuckling his belt, pulling his tabard up and his cock out. Juno flinched as his mostly erect shaft slapped down onto her snout, her nostrils stinging from the masculine, musky scent of the horny ursine, not quite used to such an aroma after so many years spent with the slightly more delicate prince. Just closing her eyes and steadying her breath, the feline tried not to move as he slowly humped her, rubbing his cock all over her face while reaching down to grab her muzzle, pushing a finger into the corner of her maw and prying it open, pinning her tongue down while a few of the other guys chuckled, 
“Better keep those sharp teeth of yours in check, love, unless you want to keep your head atop your shoulders~”
Opening one eye to see the bear's free hand resting on the hilt of his sword, Juno swallowed the rising tension and panic as he slapped his cock down on her tongue, pushing it into her maw before closing her muzzle around it, grunting as he bucked against her face. Staying completely still, staring off at nothing, the tigress didn't show any emotion on her face as the chuckling man gave her muzzle a couple thrusts, gently slapping at her cheek, 
“C'mon beauty, put those skills to work if you wanna earn your pay. And your freedom~”
With her tail curling up, her hands resting at her lap, Juno hesitated for a second before she began to blow the man, puckering her painted lips around the base of his shaft and bobbing her head back and forth, trying not to look in the direction of the distressed prince as she worked the softly moaning bear over, her cheeks bulging as the thick girth rammed deeper down his throat. While the others cheered the ursine guard on, the bear grabbed the nape of the tigress’ neck, grunting as he shoved himself balls deep, making her gag on his manhood while holding her down, pressing her snout against the fuzzy fur on his crotch. Feeling the new prostitute choking on him, her throat clenching around his tip, the man finally grit his teeth with a small growl as the others laughed, cum drooling from the corners of the straining feline's maw. Dutifully swallowing down the guard’s load, her fur stained with the mess dripping down her chin, Juno coughed and continued to gag as he suddenly pulled out her muzzle, leaning over and quickly wiping his lips on the back of her hand.

Collapsing onto the floor on all fours, trying to catch her breath while she listened to the chatter and laughter of the men around her, the big tiger was certain that the torment was very nearly at its end, unaware that it was just starting. Quite out of it thanks to the cock stuffed down her throat and the load she'd had to swallow, panting and filling her lungs, Juno tried to gather herself when she heard the telltale clicking of claws against the stone floor, her eyes opening as she saw a grinning man leading a guard dog over. With short, black fur, and a pair of pointed ears, a cut down tail and a couple scrapes on his hide, the big, feral hound looked at the naked tigress with curiosity in his eyes, sniffing at the harlot while Juno groaned and tried to turn away from the four-legged male's wet nose. Leaning down and grabbing the dog by the haunches, turning the feral canine around so that his rump was pointed at the disgraced guard, the man walking the hound grabbed his short tail, lifting it up to reveal his tailhole, the pink, puffy pucker visible amongst the short fur,
“Since you're such a degenerate, here's some tail for you to rut~”
The laughter of the guards all around her made Juno scowl as she turned her gaze away from the feral's ass, gasping as the point of a sword suddenly pricked her back, just barely tickling her skin, 
“Get to it, whore.”

With shame burning on her face, the tigress grabbed the guard dog's backside with both hands, shifting his rear into her crotch as she grabbed her cock, her erection still remaining even with the pain of the caning and the humiliation of it all. With a sighing breath, Juno pressed her tip against the animal's asshole, squeezing her eyes shut as she felt her wet tip rubbing against the hole, smearing a glob of precum onto the feral's pucker. Pushing inside with a strained grunt, the tigress did her best to imagine that the tailhole she was sliding her girth into was anything but that of an animal's rear, made rather difficult due to the heavy panting and the pleasured whine of the pooch she was screwing, her hands shaking as she pushed herself all the way in. As much as Juno despised to even think about it, let alone admit it, the tight, clenching hole was quite wonderful, if not for the fact that it was a feral dog's ass, still keeping her eyes closed as she listened to the guards surrounding her roaring with laughter, beginning to thrust in and out the hound. One of the men squatted by the feline's side, grabbing her hand and moving it down below the dog's belly, forcing her to wrap her fingers around the knotted length poking out the male's sheath, dripping and slick with precum, 
“Looks like you're both enjoying this a whole lot, it's a match made in heaven. Maybe he's your new husband~”
As another burst of mocking laughter made her face glow red, Juno groaned and bucked into the dog's asshole harder, wanting to get it over with as fast as possible, feeling him throb in her hand as she squeezed below his knot, each pump of the grateful hound’s thickness getting her a good clench as well. With a roar she tried her best to suppress, the ashamed woman hilted herself in the dog as she climaxed, hissing through clenched teeth while filling the feral hole with her load, grunting as she quivered from head to toe. 

Wheezing as she stayed buried in the dog's tailhole, her tail twitching and instinctively raising up as she emptied her load into the animal's ass, Juno wasn't sure whether she wanted to keep her cock hilted in the pooch to hide the wads of cum she'd pumped into him, or to pull out so she wouldn't have to feel the tight hole squeezing her shaft. The guards didn't intend to give the feline much of a choice in the matter however, with one of the chuckling men reaching down, grabbing the hound by the collar and yanking him forwards, off of the tiger’s girth. Gasping as her cock popped out the tight asshole, shuddering as a little rope of cum sprayed from her tip, Juno quickly turned her eyes away from the dog so that she wouldn't have to see her load oozing down the rump of the feral beast, globs of thick and creamy seed trickling down the back legs of the hound and colouring his black fur with stripes, a mirror image of the white tigress’ own coat. Having a harder time hiding her utter shame with every passing punishment, unsure whether she preferred the physical pain or the utter humiliation, Juno tried her best to ignore the rowdy laughter echoing across the hall as everyone saw the big load she'd deposited into the hound’s tailhole, praying that Julian wasn't still watching her, too afraid to look his way and check. Continuing the whirlwind of torture and torment, the woman was suddenly yanked up to her feet as someone grabbed the back of her collar, giving a slight grunt as the tugging cut off her airway for a moment, coughing as she was hauled over to a long, wooden bench sitting by the wall of the room, shoved onto it. Bent over the bench with several men pinning her down, Juno groaned as her arms and legs were grabbed, chafing ropes tied around each limb to anchor her in place, her tail yanked up and tucked off to the side to leave her backside completely open for admiration and use. The tigress expected a man to mount her from behind, yet she was taken by surprise as instead the several leather tips of a multi-headed whip licked her back, lashing across her hide as she finally let out a pained scream, flinching and tossing her head back. Finally getting some good wails from the disgraced lady, the guards continued to flog the tied up feline, whipping at her back and her ass, several streaks of red slashed across her ass cheeks and her lower back in criss-cross patterns as she was whipped and spanked, the stinging pain causing her to yelp and screech even as she tried to hold it back. 

With the flogging dragging on for what felt like an eternity, Juno was relieved when she finally had a break from the whipping, huffing and puffing as her head dangled down, on the verge of crying while still shivering, choking down the tears. The torture wasn't ending quite yet however, another surprise leading her to squeal as she suddenly felt paws scratching at her sore and stinging back, a weight leaning down on top of her as a feral hound panted into her ear. Guessing that it was the same pooch she'd creampied earlier on, come to return the favour, the tigress bit down on her lip with a soft whimper as the dog mounted her, already thrusting impatiently, his rock hard cock poking at her thighs while she strained against the ropes tying her down. With one of the guards lending a bit of a helping hand to the poor pup without opposable thumbs, the dog's knotted cock was guided under Juno’s tail, the tip pressed right up against her pucker before the man let go, allowing the hound to take over from there. The tiger let out a shrill bleat as the overly eager male plunged into her ass, gritting her teeth with a whine as he relentlessly humped at her backside, slamming into her with rapid thrusts that made her feel like she couldn't draw a breath. Trying to find some tiny upside to the whole thing, Juno was at least glad that the hound had enjoyed her rutting enough to leave his red rocket drooling and spitting the watery, slick precum for a while before he had mounted her, as the feline was sure the guards would've just had him fuck her tailhole completely dry otherwise. Gasping as the canine's claws scratched at her back, feeling like red hot nails digging into her muscles after all the flogging she'd had to endure just moments earlier, the tigress didn't know whether the mounting or the rape itself hurt more, though she definitely knew which one was a lot more humiliating. Hearing the men whistling and cheering on as she was railed by the horny beast, grunting with every fast, frantic thrusts the guard dog gave her tailhole, Juno clenched her hands into fists and whimpered, her own cock slapping against her thighs as she was jostled from side to side by the intense humping. 

After enduring the hound’s rutting for a few minutes, praying that the beast didn't have much stamina, Juno’s eyes went wide from feeling the knot just barely tickling her tailhole, gulping as it planted between her ass cheeks a few more times, pressing against her pucker with a little more pressure each time. With the discomfort growing worse, her face contorting to a grimace while she hoped that the dog would cum before tying her, the tigress was left bitterly disappointed, and shrieking in pain, as the canine's knot plugged into her asshole with no warning. Trembling as her tailhole was gaped wide open around the throbbing, bulbous knot, a few tears rolled down Juno’s cheeks as she felt the howling feral male fill her up, her toes curling up as spurts of doggy cum sprayed into her guts, trickling out from her tied hole as the pressure grew too great for the knot to contain it all, spilling down her thighs. After taking a moment to recover from the initial shock and the pain of the surprise knotting, the tigress shivered with a disgusted groan as she had a moment to truly take in what was happening, feeling the gazes glued on her backside as the she was being pumped full of cum by a dog, as if she was nothing but a bitch in heat. As if the whole situation couldn't get any more humiliating, the guard dog took a moment to pant and catch his breath before he pushed himself off the whipped feline's back, spinning around as she grunted in pain, getting ass to ass with the tied up tiger, his tail wagging innocently as he looked up at the crowd of men gathered around him and his mate, all of them laughing uproariously as one of them shifted him aside a little to get a good peek at the knot throbbing in her tailhole. Having given up entirely, just hanging her head in shame while occasionally squirming and moaning as the dog tugged at the knot lodged in her ass, Juno couldn't bear to bring herself to look in the direction of her lover, guessing that she wouldn't be seeing him ever again, just hoping that his punishment wouldn't be going any further beyond her humiliation. Flinching at the touch of a hand landing on her shoulder, the white tiger stared down at the floor as a guard grinned down at her, caressing her bruised and sore back, 
“Hope that dog got your hole nice and loose, because you'll be servicing a lot more men, and maybe some more animals, once we get him out of there~”