I discovered the Saluki breed and adore it a bunch
Her name is Ana and she'll peg ya


Kacey isn't getting out of this one.
Featuring a story to boot, done by the talented  DoctorKlein
An exerpt of it is featured below, the full lenght version will be available soon on their page!

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She watched as signs passed by, indicating they were approaching “Alano State Prison”, along with a reminder not to pick up hitchhikers along the road. They pulled into the complex, which was fairly small and not very descript. Passing through the double-layered razor-wire fence, the wolf navigated around the yard to a side building that was labeled “Administrative Procedure and Detention”.

“Funny way to say ‘Death Row’, huh?” he said, jabbing his thumb in the direction of the sign. They stopped outside the front door, and he spoke again. “End of the line, lady.” Then he got out, paced over to her side of the car, and opened the door to pull her out.

It wasn’t cold here, she noticed. A stark contrast to the city she’d come from. She half expected there to be a welcoming committee for her, but they were alone other than one guard at the front door, who opened it for them as they approached. They proceeded to a front counter inside the drab, beige lobby, and her predator spoke with the desk attendant. He was given directions, and then guided her along a well-lit hallway with posters on the walls.

They passed by a series of cells, where jeering calls met her ears. Paying no mind, the wolf brought her to an empty side room that looked like it was for medical exams. Now gripping the scruff of her collar, he pushed her over to a metal exam table, where he produced another pair of handcuffs. These he used to chain her to said bed, and told her he’d be right back.
Good, she thought. The more delays, the better. In truth, while she still hung onto hope that her lawyer would come through for her, this whole thing felt so sketchy she wondered if these people even halt her execution if given a lawful order to do so. That thought broke her stoic demeanor, and threatened to make her burst into tears again. She held it together, but only just.

Her captor returned, and there were three more guards with him. They were dogs like her, but of varying, mean looking varieties. Two of them posted a watch outside, while the wolf and one of his new friends approached her menacingly.
“We’ve decided on a little change in procedure,” the wolf growled in pleasure. “We’re starting with a wardrobe change.” With that, he nodded to his companion, who reached forward, unlocked one of her cuffs so that her other hand was still chained to the bed. He pulled her now free arm to the side, yanking her so that both arms were involuntarily spread wide and taut.
The wolf extended a single claw toward her, and stepped within a foot of her. He reached up, grabbed the shoulder of her orange shirt in one hand, and dragged his claw down along the seam. It must’ve been sharp, for it split the seam effortlessly, and the shirt flopped down partially, exposing one of her breasts.

She wanted to cry out, tell them to stop. It was clear, however, that this was happening no matter what, and all she could do was stare wide-eyed at his razor sharp claw as he lightly dragged it across her exposed throat to her other shoulder. Then, he repeated the procedure, and her bare chest was on display to all in attendance. Then he worked on the sides, and in a few seconds, her shirt lay in two neat pieces on the floor. One was in front of her, and the other behind.
He reached out suddenly with his hand and gripped one of her breasts. His claws dug into her, and she offered forth a little yelp of surprise and pain. That raised laughter from he and his friends, and he let her go, descending into a squat in front of her.

Rather than just pull her pants down, he hooked his index claws into either side of the elastic band of the waist, and jerked both hands down in unison. She flinched, for as the claws slid down the side seams of her pants to her ankles, they dug into her skin and flayed her open. It was superficial, but she began bleeding through her fur almost immediately.
Her pants fell away to the floor, and she stood there, naked and shivering in primal terror. The cruel wolf stayed in his squat, though, reaching forward suddenly and grabbing her ass in both hands. Claws digging in again, she winced, and he pulled her hips forward toward his face. Kacey clenched her legs together, fearing what was coming.

He opened his mouth, and a long, thick tongue lolled out. He brought his head forward to meet her, and laid his tongue against her unwilling pussy in one, long, lick. He then pushed it between her thighs and upwards to his target, his powerful tongue able to slide between her legs despite her best efforts. He rolled it around, moved it back and forth, and all the while Kacey closed her eyes: She dreamed of being somewhere else. Anywhere. Back home with her family, tilling the fields. In school, gossiping with her old friends. Fresh tears rolled down her face.

She felt him stop, and he got to his feet as her eyes shot open again.

“There’s one more thing,” he said, his chin wet with saliva. He called over his shoulder. “Bring it in.”

One of the dogs standing watch came in now, holding a strange silver instrument in his hand. It was a rounded, long cylinder of sorts, with one flared end.

“Know what this is?” the wolf asked her, taking it in his hand and showing it to her.
She shook her head, desperately afraid of the answer.

He chuckled darkly. “They call it, a ‘Rectal Dilator’. My friends here just happened to have one in supply. It’s supposed to cure insanity, so we thought we’d be nice and allow you to use it in your final moments.” He nodded to his companions, and all three of them came toward her.

Collectively, they forced her to turn toward the bed, and bend over on it. She fought, but one of them had her legs wrapped up, so she couldn’t even kick. She was totally immobile, as one of them even held her head down on the spongy mattress.
“Might want to bite down on the padding there,” the wolf’s voice sounded right behind her. “This is probably going to hurt.”
Panting in fear, she felt him spread her cheeks to the side, and something very cold made contact with her butthole. Then, with a mighty push, he forced the instrument into her. She let out a great yelp, and screamed as he pushed it further and further, twisting it as he went.

“By the way,” he said. “Sgt. Haslen sends his regards.”

She cried out as loud as she could, but the wolf was unrelenting. The cold metal was forced deeper into her every second, and her rear screamed out in burning pain. She struggled against the mass of bodies holding her down, but it was for nothing. She felt her hole close slightly, as if the torturous instrument suddenly got skinnier, and then it was over. The wolf stopped pushing, and the rest of his fellows let go of her.

She crumpled to the hard, cold floor, no more tears left to shed, but utterly defeated. Her injured rear burned so badly she thought it would tear her in half. Instinctively, she tried to push the terrible thing back out, but it was stuck fast. She didn’t have time to wallow in pain, though, because she was forced to her feet once again. This time, her handcuffs were removed completely, and she was taken from the room with one guard gripping each of her arms with both hands. The wolf led the way, and they headed down the direction of the hall opposite the one they originally came from. There were no more cells in this direction, but a single door at the end, about a hundred feet away.

Through a window in the door, Kacey could see a strange wooden chair in the middle of the room, high backed and with strange things attached to it. It was here that fear overtook pain once again, and she renewed her weakened struggles to escape.

The wolf looked back at her with mirth. “You’re pretty cute when you’re scared,” he said, turning forward as they approached the door. He opened it, and followed once Kacey was forced through into the small, plain, stone room.
There were a number of people already in attendance. Some were obviously prison staff, one appeared to be a doctor, and a couple people looked out of place in fancy suits.

The guards brought her, kicking and whimpering, to the chair. They forced her into it against every ounce of strength she had left. Then, bit by bit, they secured leather straps to her. First was her arms. Then her ankles, and finally two straps were placed and tightened across her chest: one just under her breasts, and the other over her lap. Once they were fully tight, she could barely move, but continued her weak cries.

The doctor approached, bearing a cart upon which several needles were placed, full of unknown liquid. The wolf held her head still while the doctor poked her scalp with the needle. She felt the liquid get pushed into and under her skin. It burned at first, but then almost immediately her scalp began feeling numb.
He knelt next to her right leg, by a contraption with a long spike sticking out of it. He pushed the next syringe into her calf, and after a second of pain, it too began to rapidly numb.

“Can you feel the numbness?” he asked her. She just stared at him, unable to speak.

Please. Mr. Smyth. Please…

“I think she’s all set,” he said to a tiger in a suit behind him as he stood. He muttered to himself. “Though since when do we kill prisoners buck naked…”

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Art by  coffeestain
Story by  DoctorKlein