The first day was easy, the sunlight was not too bad and the guards were ordered to make sure she did not die or become too ill so water and food was given several times. Other than being uncomfortable, she did not think this would even be a hard week. The first night changed that. Someone came under the cover of darkness just as she was falling asleep, he stood so close she could not look at his face, and he gave her a choice. If she opened her mouth and gave him some affections he could make her life easier, and if not, he could make it harder. She knew he was a cat based on the large thing current tapping her nose, a guard perhaps, or someone else with power? Either way, she was so youthfully ignorant of her situation, so confident in her abilities, that she refused. He stayed just long enough to paint her face with his seed before leaving.
The young pup thought she had won, oh how wrong she was.
The next night he returned. There was no affections this time, no bargaining. He took the ribbon from her hair, tied it around a tasty bone, and used them both as a gag to keep her quiet. He did not take his time, he did not consider her tween age, or how small she was. He took everything he wanted from her, enjoyed every minute of her once virgin, canine parts, and then once he was done, he left. The guards were only ordered to keep her alive and mildly presentable, something a few buckets of ice water and a spare dress could solve come morning. They were just not paid enough to track down some... vandal stalking around at night.
On the third night he woke her up with some slaps to the face and gave her the choice again. Accept his love, or take the punishment. She hesitated for just a second before accepting. As she opened her mouth she soon learned what he had done to her yesterday tasted like, blood and sweat and cum. True to his word, he did make it easier on her. Her spit covered him, his spit covered her, and he gave her time to warm up but every minute that he took from her was still torture.
On the forth night things repeated like the third. She preferred his affections over having none, but she was too broken to even try and resist anymore. Anne learned on this night however that he had in fact been going easy on her, and only using half of what he could give, but now that he had given her days of practise, there was no longer a reason in his mind to hold back.
The remaining 8 days of her sentence was the longest week of her life but on the final night, her mysterious caller stayed longer than normal and ended up getting caught. He did not flee or resist arrest, instead he shook the hands of the guards and made sure to keep this whole situation quiet and calm. For his crimes he paid several fines and fees, but instead of prison, he accepted an old rule of the church instead. Every women carries something valuable that once taken can not be returned, in order to pay Anne back for stealing this precious thing he would have to offer her housing, food, clothes. Yes indeed, he would have to marry the young pup instead.
It was during the wedding in a half empty church that Anne realized...
The past two weeks was not a punishment, it was a proposal.
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