No amount of shame from the act of submitting to such a beast can overpower the furnace of lust raging in your loins. In spite of your revulsion you remove your red, high-society bodysuit and drop to all fours, mimicking what you think a dog would do.
The hell-hound rises up, looking nearly humanoid in shape for a moment before it drops down, planting its paws on your shoulders. You beg, “Please, no, no! I don’t want them... in me!”
The demon-dog tries to double-penetrate you all at once, but it isn’t lined up properly, and all it manages to do is bump against your taint and drag its main member across your labia. You gasp in pain, momentarily thankful not to be impaled by such bestial implements, but knowing all too well the brief reprieve will be over all too soon. As if it can read your thoughts, the beast on top of you repositions itself and slams forward, this time managing to line its two dog-dicks up to your holes correctly. The pair of them feel far larger than they looked, filling you with a painful suddenness that brings tears to your eyes.