Days have passed. Days that have been fill with arousal and constant sexual stimulation. You've lost count of how many times you've been brought to the precipice of climax only to be denied that relief. It is all designed to humiliate and degrade you, and your tormentor is all too happy to serve you reminders of what you've become.
Mirrors have been arrranged all around you, giving you a multi-angle view of your female animal body. Your inner legs are a mess, drenched with your own juices. Even your tail is slick and matted with your arousal. The scent of your sex fills the air.
In the mirror you can see the dildo shoved inside your sloppy wet sex, your gaping vaginal lips wrapped around its vibrating shaft. You can even taste it all. The girl has made sure to force you to clean the dildo with your mouth between each session.
A bucket of water placed below your crotch so your juices drip and mix with the water. This of course, is your only source of hydration. Water tinged with the taste of your own juices, your own pheromones to keep you aroused.