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Lord Shefree’s Dog-Rape Dungeon, by Jezebel Rose

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It was the mid-1300s, the dark ages; when castle walls still meant something; and a moggy, grey kind of day.

Anya, the Lord’s maidservant, was on her way to the stables. Bringing her Lord and his spoiled, savage excuse for a dog a steaming-hot jug of apple wine.

Anya had never tasted the wine before, even after serving it for three years, and the citrus smell of it always pricked her senses, making her mouth water and her hands all clammy. Though she would never dare to indulge in it. Those that did were caught and punished… or worse, given to Lord Shefree’s dogs as rough entertainment.

She’d heard stories about girls who’d been raped by his hounds, all more unimaginable than the next, and didn’t want to be one of them.

Unwittingly, Anya had walked into the stables at the worst time imaginable, for her Lord was in a very foul mood; and Anya immediately felt as though she was about to be on the receiving end of it…

‘’… Hold him still, you damned fool.’’  Anya heard the Lord say as she entered the stable.

The stable was built out of hardwood and littered with damp straw. It was divided into six sections. Three of the pens held horses, two of them swine, and the last was reserved for the Lord’s hounds, of which there were three.

The Lord and his stablemaster were crouched outside the dog pen, roughly gripping an animal by the fur to keep him from lurching away as they inspected him.

Anya glanced between them to look at who it was they were holding. She saw that it was Rikard, much to her dismay.

Rikard was Lord Shefree’s prized lurcher. The dog was truly enormous, one of the old breeds, and absolutely savage when called into action. Rikard was used during the Lord’s notorious midnight hunts, and luring out cave-dwelling bears was his specialty.

As dogs went, he was long and sleek, with spiked fur and intelligent grey eyes; and a mischievous streak a mile long. Rikard liked to sneak out of the stables at night and intimidate the servants for legs of chicken or droplets of wine, and was as spoiled as the Lord himself when it came to his indulgences. It was well-known among the servants that whatever Rikard wanted, Rikard got, which included the young, virgin women his Master tended to employ.

Anya had hoped she would never see the day where she met Rikard in the presence of the Lord. But she had inadvertently done just that, and her nerves were already feeling frayed after entering the room. She could sense something cruel and uncertain was coming her way, and greatly feared what the future held.

‘’… Slave, come here. Look at my dog. Does he seem ill to you?’’ Lord Shefree questioned, but did so without even looking at Anya. As if her opinion was actually of little importance.

Anya nervously swallowed, then walked over to the Lord and his stablemaster, carrying the jug of wine carefully. She did not want to look at Rikard, and did so with trepidation.

The dog’s lips were peeled back, revealing sickly grey gums and a set of long, sharp teeth. His eyes seemed perturbed. Angered by something. Anya felt as if Rikard was looking right at her, and suddenly, the dog wrestled with the Stablemaster for control, knocking the wine out of Anya’s hands!

Wine shattered across the floor, splashing the Lord’s surcoat and soiling the stablemaster’s doublet. They both lurched away when it happened; and Rikard went mad.

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