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I was hoping someone would put me in handcuffs on my birthday! Of course I was hoping for sexy, Human, stripper cop and not nasty, Beastman, actual cops. I have no idea what's going on. I'm jolted awake by these guys barging into my room and dragging me out of bed. All the way to their squad car I see law enforcement everywhere. Going through drawers and closets, talking to the staff,and carrying out boxes of... stuff. Outside is a madhouse with even more cops running around and even some SWAT guys. And the yard is definitely going to be dead from all the cruisers parked on it. I try to yell at Mom as they shove her into a waiting car and drive off, but she doesn't hear me. I don't see Dad anywhere so I don't know what happened to him. The two dogs leading me to a waiting cruiser are ignoring my questions. Typical.

An hour later I'm in an interrogation room waiting for my interview to start and wishing I didn't know what was going on. Turns out Dad has been embezzling from the company he runs, Carmichael Investment Groups, and running a Ponzi scheme under a different shell company. Oh,and the kicker? He's also a high ranking member of Exsurgens Humanus. You know, the Human supremacists that were labeled a hate group a few years back. I'm numb, unable to process this new information. I can barely wrap my head around the sheer amount of money he stole! Largest amount in history. I had to ask 3 times to make sure I heard them correctly. (Hint: The number starts with a B!) We're not particularly religious, only going to Kethys' temple for the major festivals, but I've been sending up cries for help to anyone who's listening. Of course THAT is gonna wind up biting me in the ass. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

The door opens and a woman comes in. She's gorgeous, and I can't help but stare while she takes a seat and pulls some papers out of her briefcase. What? As long as they're human they got a shot. "Hi, Zophie. Can I call you Zophie, or would you prefer Zophelia?"

"Zophie's good.""

"Call me Lili, and I will be conducting this interview. Did anyone explain what was going on?" I shake my head. "Oh. Well, uhm, You are not under arrest, yet." Once she sees my horrified expression she quickly tries to clarify. "I mean, you are just a person of interest. We think you can answer some questions and clarify some things for us." She reaches into her bag and pulls out a bottled water. "I just want to help you, Zophie."

"I'm sorry, What?" I laugh nervously. This isn't real. It can't be real! I'm going to wake up any minute and go downstairs and laugh about this crazy dream with our housekeeper while she cooks my breakfast. "I'm not sure how you can help me. My parents are in a cell. My Dad is a crook, and possibly a domestic terrorist. My trust fund is gone. My house is now owned by the government, and every stitch of clothing I own besides the pajamas on my back has been seized by the cops as evidence. Not to mention I can never show my face around this town again once the story gets out. I'm ruined. My life is over!"

Lili lets me get it all out of my system. Her eyes are full of sympathy. Her words are soft when she finally speaks. "I am so sorry, Zophie. And you are right. Your life, as you knew it, is gone forever. But now you have a clean slate and are still young enough to do whatever you want with your life from here on out." She smiles, patting my hand and reassuring me that everything will eventually work its way out. Skeptical isn't a strong enough word for how I feel about that statement.

"But I don't know anything! Okay? It wasn't like I had a position with the company." I won't cry. I refuse to break down in front of this woman! I just wish I didn't sound so whiny right now. "My Dad used me in a few ads over the years."

"148."

"Huh?"

"148. Including 26 television ads, 14 mail campaigns, 37 radio ads, 6 spam emails, 8 print campaigns, and assorted flyers, billboards, etc. Paying you an average of..."

"Nothing. I was paid nothing. It all went into a trust fund." I rubbed my eyes trying to stop the headache forming behind them. I was practically the face of the company! I had appeared with Dad in ads almost since birth. I grew up in front of millions of people, always smiling and telling them they could trust my Daddy because, "He'll take care of you almost as good as he takes care of me!" Cue music, strike pose, Cut and print! I feel a tear roll down my cheek and snap. I throw the water bottle against the wall, slam a fist on the table and scream. "FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"

Lilith leans back from the table clutching her tablet to her chest. She stares, wide eyed and scared while I have my fit. Once I stop she leans across to gently take my hand. "Let it out. Tell me what you are feeling right now, Zophie. I may not be a therapist but I can listen, and anything you say will be kept in strict confidence. It will never leave this room."

I look her in the eyes while I consider what she's saying. Can I trust her? I don't know. I mean, I trusted my parents my whole life and look at where that's got me. Wiping my eyes and brushing the hair out of my face I decide to take a chance. What have I got to lose?

"I don't know what I'm feeling. You know? It's....overwhelming. I'm mad because I've lost everything I've ever known, and I have no say in that. And...and I don't know how to fix it! I feel betrayed. By my own family! My Dad...My Dad! He used me. His own daughter! To steal money from people. And Mom knew and helped him. I grew up with a lifestyle that most people can only dream of. All funded by stolen money. Everything I own, even these pajamas! Stolen. People are ruined! And I feel guilty because I had a hand in that."

"Zophie, you were a child. You couldn't have known..."

"And stealing wasn't even the worst of it! No, he targeted Demi-humans. Beastmen... Zoeanthropes! People thought he was this great person because, like 95% of his clients were not human. And what was he doing with their money? Funding a hate group that wants to see them all dead or worse. Can you even wrap your head around how....WRONG that is? I can't! But the signs were all there. The comments he made when around his friends. The jokes he told at family gatherings. Threatening to disown me if I ever dated a Beastman. It's all so fucking obvious now!"

Her smile is kind. "So, what do you want to do?"

"What can I do? Huh? That's the worst part. How do I make this right? How do I ease this burden on my soul? I don't know. I don't know if I can. I need to repent. I need to face some kind of judgment or penance. Maybe join a temple and spend my life helping the poor. I wonder...what would happen to me if I died with this weight in me."

Her smile is wicked. "Do you really want to know?" I nod, suddenly scared by the tone in her voice. I blink, and the room is gone. I stand naked in the middle of nowhere with the hot sun baking my skin. I yell as something digs into my foot. Looking down I see I'm ankle deep in shards of pottery. Where in the Hell am I? I hear something. Looking around I notice movement. A pack of fearsome looking creatures tear across the ground towards me, their hooves grinding the shards to dust. I need to run! But if I do, my feet will be cut to ribbons! But if I don't, those things will get me! What do I do? They're almost on top of me! Oh Shit!

Another blink and I'm back in the interrogation room. I'm clothed, and still seated at the table. A small cut on my foot and the sweat coating my body are the only signs anything happened. I scream, coming out of the chair and stumbling backwards until I hit the wall. "WHAT ARE YOU?" Another blink and Lili disappears, replaced by a tall, gorgeous, unabashedly naked woman that makes my mouth dry, my knees weak, and my pussy instantly wet. She is a goddess, a literal Goddess! My mind reels. I know her. I KNOW HER! In the presence of true divinity my mind fills with the truth of her. This is Lilith. One of the oldest gods in the world who rejected the advances of her brother to go into the void and lay with primal forces and the First Beasts. She is the Mother of all Zoeanthropes and lots of magical animal species. She doesn't have a husband, she has several. And innumerable lovers. I'm a little jealous of that honestly. None of them are human, or, well, human looking. I mean even she's not human. She is Queen of the Night. Mother of Beasts. Patron of Carnal Desires. She laughs.

"Surprised? Bet right now you're wishing you had put an address on those prayers, Little Miss Bigot."

"Wh-what?!? I'm not bigoted! I have nothing against any of the Demi-hum...Animal... Zoeanthropes or other non-human individuals. Where would you even get an idea like that?"

"Zophelia Anita Cummings. Do you honestly think I don't know every little thing about you, down to the very bottom of your little soul?" I have no response to that so I wisely keep my mouth shut. "You are no virgin and have taken lovers of many genders." I nod, proud of this fact. "But how many Zoeanthropes have shared your bed? Or daemons? Cryptids?"

"There's just not a lot of them in my school, or neighborhood, or this area. That doesn't mean I hate them, or...or want to hurt them. It just means I have a...preference. Everyone has a type. Even you. But back to the important question, why are you here?"

She shrugs. "You prayed for help and guidance and I came. You have helped commit grievous crimes against my children, Zophelia, but I, in my infinite mercy, am willing to offer you a chance...Your only chance, to repent your ways and suffer penance for your transgressions. Submit to me, and my will, and you will be born again to a new purpose. The path will not be easy, especially for you, but in the long run you will find peace within yourself and within this world and a favored place in my realm when you reach the end of your years. In time you will balance the scales and maybe even tip them the other way. But it will take years of toil to do so." She snorts. " And what you have is not a preference. If they are not human you don't consider them worth your time, or body."

"What? That's...ugh, Let's just agree to disagree on that last part. And as for balancing the scales? No offense, but how? It's not like I can give them their money back! I have literally nothing! What do you expect me to offer them? Condolences? Thoughts and prayers maybe? Oh! How about a blow job? Or maybe they can fuck me in the ass!" As soon as I say it, something clicks. I know. I KNOW that's what she is going to say I need to do. Whore myself out to... Beastmen until I've made enough to pay off the money, or at least the part I spent, plus the trust fund, plus whatever all the people suckered by the ads I appeared in lost. And that's just the cash. How much fucking would I have to do to pay off the spiritual debt? And would she charge interest? No. There has to be another, better way.

"There is not. And I'm not concerned with your financial debt, just the much larger spiritual one. And I might add you would be protected by me if you agree to this."

"Meaning?"

"How many people has your family robbed? How many have they ruined with these schemes? These people are angry. They know they cannot get to your parents, but they might be able to get to you, and some of them definitely will. As part of the deal I will ensure the worst that happens is, well, they fuck you, and you survive it. I mean, you will be sore, embarrassed, and humiliated, but you will get over it, and in record time. You are already extremely fit, resilient, and flexible. I would just tweak it a little more. Make you able to satisfy anyone, in whatever way they desire for as long as they desire even if it would be beyond what a... normal woman could... handle. And how does perfect health sound? Never be sick again, no matter what you get exposed to, or how. And Eternal Youth? Be young and beautiful for as long as you are in my service."

"So this is your help? Letting me be raped? Punishing me? Making me suffer? Why not go after my Mom or Dad? They were the masterminds behind all this! Why do I have to be the only one who suffers?"

"Your parents are going to be punished, in this world and the next. But they are beyond help. You? You feel actual remorse for your part in all this. You want to make things right. Your repentance is genuine. This is a chance to turn your life around and find a new purpose, and I am the only one who is going to offer you an opportunity to do so. The only one who heard your cries and bothered to respond."

I laugh. "A new purpose? As a cocksleeve for Beastmen? I'm not into that! Why is that what you're offering? Can't you offer something better than being a free use cum dumpster?"

"Because you are not into it. The only path towards salvation and redemption is through changing your ways. Abandoning your bad habits to embrace a new way of life. Giving yourself to those you wronged, denying them nothing that they desire for as long as they desire as a penance, not from a desire to do so, will balance your debt to me and my Children."

I consider her words. "How long is this deal going to last?"

"It will last as long as it needs to. Your debt is massive so it will not be a quick, or easy, servitude. What else?

"If I still say no?"

"It will not be long before they find you and you are back on the Endless Plains of Broken Pots. Naked. You will bake in a desert sun during the day and freeze at night while the things that live there hunt you nonstop." I feel my blood run cold. "And when they find you, you will wish that all they wanted to do was fuck you. When the dawn comes you will be made whole, and the hunt will start again. And since you squandered your chance to make things right while you still lived, it will take a lot longer for you to settle your debt there."

"Right." I take a deep breath, considering the options. I could still change my ways without her. Would I though? Will I even live long enough to get the chance? "So, is this a verbal agreement, or do I need to sign something? Are there vacation days"

She smiles. "None. At least once a day, every day you must submit yourself to the desires of any non-human sophont. Failure to do so will see me make the choice for you. You probably don't want that."

"Fine." I take a deep breath, consider everything she has said and make my choice. "Deal."

A stack of papers lands on the table. I start to walk over there. "Nuh-uh," she says, sitting on the desk and crossing her legs. "Show me you submit. Crawl over here and kiss my feet. Then you can sign." I close my eyes and remind myself this is the choice I made and this humiliation is to make me a better person. (Okay, it's also because I don't want her to see how excited I am to kiss her feet! Sue me!) I do as she asks without hesitation or complaint. She pulls me gently to my feet and nods towards the contract. "Got a pen?" She grabs my hand and shoves it down the front of my pajama bottoms. I give her a confused look.

"What did you think you were going to sign it in? Blood? I am not that kind of Goddess." I make sure my finger is slick before removing it and signing my name to the contract. It changes to ink as soon as I'm through. "I guess I need to stock up on talismans, tinctures, and spells to prevent pregnancy now."

She takes the contract and flips through it. "Not really. You won't get pregnant until I decide it's time for you to get pregnant." I give her a confused look but all she does is laugh. I shake my head, closing my eyes and wondering how soon I'll regret this decision.

"So when does this start?" No response. I open my eyes to discover she's one. In the same instant the door bursts open and 3 Beastmen strut in. A Doberman and German Shepard in uniforms and a muscular Rottweiler in a tight fitting suit. The cops slap cuffs on me, bend me across the table and hook the cuffs into a special lock built into the top.I struggle but can't get free. The Rottweiler walks around so he can look down on me.

"Ms. Cummings I'm Captain Ben Overbich. These are Officers Oxlong and Briccant." They nod and introduce themselves as Mike and Lou. Like I care. Wait, I recognize them! They're the ones that dragged me out of bed this morning. Assholes! "We have nothing in the case that we can charge you with. Your parents and the evidence seem to confirm you knew nothing about what was going on."

"Sooooo, why am I cuffed to this table?"

"Well, I am allowed to hold you without charges for up to 48 hours. So, I'm going to."

"What? Why?" Deep down I know, but I want to hear it. I want to be told. Want them to admit it, to say it out loud because it's not real until they do. This is what I've agreed to but it's kinda scary. My mouth is dry and my stomach is in knots.

The Captain smiles. "Well, the story is dominating the news right now and..." He shares a look with the other two cops. "We're concerned about your safety. Lots of people are discovering their accounts are wiped out, or not as full as they were told they were. All kinds of people from all walks of life, like say...Cops for example." He walks around behind me. "Lot of people may be out looking for some kind of revenge." He pulls my pajama bottoms down. "Can't get to your parents." He removes my panties. I don't struggle. I remind myself this is what I agreed to. "He slips a finger into my exposed pussy. I stifle a groan against the invasion of his thick, roughly padded digit. "Might decide to try and find you to take it out on your young, innocent body." They all chuckle.

He knows what he's doing. I'm not into this, but my traitorous pussy is getting wetter and trying to convince me this feels good. "Now we have a safe house we're going to put you in. Don't worry. There'll be a strong police presence there round the clock. I put out the word and we've got a list of volunteers as long as you are tall. Even got some of the old timers to come out of retirement and volunteer their time. Strangely not a single human cop responded. Might be because I didn't send notice to any of them. Anyway. Soon as we find someone who can take you, a family member or something, we'll release you to them." I'm biting my lip against the sensations radiating from between my legs. How am I so close to cumming? I am not, NOT enjoying this! "How does that sound to you? Ms. Cummings? Sound like a plan?" I can't fight it any longer. My pussy clenches and squirts around his probing fingers. I moan, and squeak, letting the orgasm overwhelm me. "Glad you agree." Fingers are quickly replaced by a thick cock, bigger than anything I've ever fucked before. He teases me with it, slowly sliding it into me, making me quiver and moan with each inch. "Now we have a little while before the safe house is ready, so we decided to give you a heads up of what to expect when you get there."

Oxlong grabs a fistful of hair, pulling my head up so I can see his red rocket, hard and ready to go into my mouth. "No teeth, unless you want things to get rough, understood?" I nod, unable to speak with his boss pounding my cunt into submission with his nightstick. Oxlong keeps a grip on my hair, shoving his cock into my throat until I tear up. Briccant strokes his own rod, waiting for his turn.

"Think it's her first time?" He asks the other two.

"Nah," Overbich barks. "These racist cunts are always fucking Zoeanthropes, and more." He grips my hips, picking up the pace. Goddess! I'm gonna cum again. "Every non-human at her school has probably drained his balls in her worthless snatch, and more times than she can count. They all have Daddy issues.Besides that pussy was already wet when I started fingering her."

"All of them also have large, male pets they keep in the house too," Oxlong sneers. "And nobody bats an eye when they sleep in the same bed." He pinches my nose shut, driving his dick in as deep as he can until I choke on it. "What have you got at home, Bitch? Drake? Wampus Cat? Hellhound?" I try tell them I don't have any pets but it's garbled by the dick in my throat. "Hope you swallow, because I'm not pulling out."

"Spitters are quitters!" Briccant cackles. Oxlong laughs while his balls tighten up and his rocket launches shot after shot down my throat. It's not the first load I've swallowed, but it's definitely the biggest, so far. As he pulls out and Briccant takes his place Overbich gives me another brain melting orgasm. Anyone listening outside the door would wonder what was going on since none of the sounds I'm making are remotely human. This is so wrong, but it feels so good! Is this really what my life is going to be reduced to going forward? And am I scared, or excited by this revelation?

Overbich grunts, driving his dick into me with a furious need. "You...and me have...something in common, Oxlong!" I feel his knot slam into my pussy, locking us together. "I don't pull out either!" His warm load drains into me, filling me but not spilling out. I moan, surrendering to my fate, and their lust, while the last of his spunk lands inside me. Briccant is rougher than Oxlong, calling me names, pulling my hair. I'm not complaining! A part of me is wanting him to do worse. It isn't long until Briccant's seed joins his partner's in my belly. Overbich is finally able to pull out and I feel his still warm jizz spill down my thighs. I cry out as he pops my ass with a powerful smack. "Say it!" He repeats it several times before I squeal "Thank You, Sir!"

They laugh. "Close, but not what we want to hear. Beast..." Oh! I know the phrase. I've heard other women, other Beastsluts (Like I am now. I remind myself) say it. I've had Beastmen catcall me in the street with it while on dates with human guys. Am I really going to debase myself like this? I hear a small voice at the back of my head reminding me I cannot deny their wishes.

"Beast..." I sigh. "Beast is best." I drop my head in shame. I am utterly beaten. This is to be my fate, and I have only myself to blame for it. They laugh, and make me say it again and again until they "believe it."

"I have to go home," Overbich says. "Dinner with the in-laws tonight. Get her cleaned up and take her to the safe house. I'll get over there when I can. Oh and don't forget when you're conducting a full body cavity search on Ms. Cummings." I yell as he drives a finger into my ass. "Be thorough and check everywhere."

"Oh we will, Sir. I can guarantee that. And I'm sure everyone will be willing to check behind us as well." Once Overbich leaves they rock, paper, scissors for who gets to search me first. Briccant wins. It hurts, and I tear up while he forces his way into my virgin hole. It doesn't help that Oxlong explains the two of them aren't even close to the biggest guys coming by the safe house. Oxlong's turn is a little better, his entry made easier by by the copious load his partner left back there. I'm uncuffed, allowed to dress, and taken to the showers to get clean, while they watch of course.

The safe house is out in the country, down a dirt road surrounded by trees. In short, nowhere to escape to and no neighbors to hear anything. The yard looks like a police impound yard with cars everywhere. There's a ton of guys waiting, grouped up in the yard, filling the porch, standing room only in the living room. I'm guessing every car arrived there packed. I see rookies fresh out of the academy, 30 year veterans, and retirees. Captains. Detectives. SWAT. Vice(naturally.) and more. Lions. Bears. Horses. Too many to name. A menagerie of Beastmen all waiting to violate every part of me. As I walk to the bedroom they paw at me, grope me, smack my ass, call me names, and tell me all the perverted things they're going to do to me with their filthy animal cocks. I'm told I'll be broken, bred, ruined, destroyed, made their fucktoy, cum dumpster, and cocksleeve. I'm promised punishment, humiliation, even pleasure and discovering my true purpose in life. They're after revenge, or justice or maybe just a good time. It's the most scared I've ever been, but I'm here by my own choice. This is the most degrading thing I have ever endured, but I know it's only the beginning.

In the bedroom there's barely enough room for me to squeeze through and reach the bed. I quickly strip down to nothing. My clothes don't even hit the floor before I'm lost under a wave of enraged, lecherous, unrelenting brutes.They shove their inhuman cocks into every hole, claiming me completely for their twisted fantasies. There's nothing loving or sweet in what they do to me. It's rough, and nasty as they fuck me with a feral intensity fueled by their need to work off their outrage mixed with an all consuming desire to make someone pay. I'm choked, slapped, spit on and called every name they can think of. The poor bed frame doesn't survive the ferocious pounding I'm receiving, collapsing within an hour of my arrival. Not that I stay in the bedroom. At some point they just start passing me around from room to room allowing new groups to have a turn and introduce me to new indignities and perversions. I watch the sunrise while getting double teamed by Minotaurs in the front yard. They don't let me have any rest, as soon as one finishes spilling his load into me another takes his place. Well, I do get some small breaks. Every few hours they shove me into the shower for 5 minutes to "make myself presentable." (I.e. Clean off their massive loads.)

I am overwhelmed, lost in an endless wave of animalistic lust. I'm fucked by so many Beastmen they all blur together into an endless parade of pounding, eternally hard dicks drowning me in a bottomless sea of jizz. And all the things they said to me? The promises? The threats? They made good on every single one of them and then thought up some more. They check off every item on my bucket list, my fantasies, secret desires, things I was saving for marriage, and shit I would never do with anyone in just the first day. Then they get inventive. (I'm not sure I could describe some of it accurately. Just...whatever you're thinking? They did it.)

I was told 48 hours, but it's over a week before I leave that place! I spend 4 days having every Zoeanthrope in the county with a badge take turns pounding my holes into new and interesting shapes. Another 3 days of them selling me to their friends and families. (Or honestly anyone with the money.) Then 2 more cum drunk,every muscle aching, laying on the destroyed bed, brain fried from all the orgasms before I'm back to normal. I'm amazed. I check myself out in the mirror. No bruises. No marks. Nothing to indicate I had spent the last few days being a cum sock for literally dozens of depraved animals. Overbich interrupts me,throwing me some "acceptable clothes". He also managed to get a suitcase with enough outfits to last me a couple of weeks out of the evidence room.

I roll my eyes at the shirt he expects me to wear. The front says "Feed Me! Seed Me! Breed Me!" in a font that looks like spilled jizz. The back has a cartoon dog dick on it and "Beastslut? Knot Me, Daddy!" in the same lettering. He also hands me an envelope with some money and a bus ticket. "Found an Aunt of yours out in Quimstake,Va. She's agreed to take you in and be your legal guardian, Little Toe."

I give him a confused look. "Little Toe?"

He laughs. "Yeah, it's something of a joke among all of us who protected you out here. You know, since we banged you on everything inside AND outside of the house." He laughs, but I feel my cheeks glow with embarrassment. I still can't believe this happened to me. It makes me nervous about what else is cumming...coming up.He smacks my ass. "Get dressed. I'll take you to the bus station. But I expect to be paid for my time, and gas."

"Oh?" I raise a suspicious eyebrow. "And that would be?"

"You suck my dick. And I expect payment up front of course." Of course he does, and of course I do it. And of course it doesn't end with just a blowjob. And of course I miss my bus and have to wait for a new one. And wind up getting banged in a filthy stall in the bathroom. And in the back of the bus. A truck stop. Another bus depot. And...you get the picture, all the way across the country to Virginia

Welcome to your new life, Zophie. It's going to be a wild ride.