Indebted Ch. 01

This Story involves human females and Furry males engaging in sexual acts, so be aware if that isn't what you're looking for. I've taken a lot of inspiration from Jay Naylor's works, especially his "The Fall of Little Red Riding Hood" series, as well as E.Z. McCain's "Beastiverse" stories, so you may envision the world of these stories in a similar light. In this world, humans live in conjunction with various Beastman races, among other animals and mythical creatures. However, a curse borne by an ancient Goddess has lived in the hearts of women for millennia, making them crave for Beast Cock and sex with Beastmen, Animals, and Monsters.

In this chapter, a German Shepherd tricks a human employee of his into selling him his wife as a sex slave!

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"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW FUCKING MUCH THIS IS GOING TO COST TO FIX! NOT TO MENTION THE FUCKING PUBLICITY!"

"Bismarck please! If you just let explain..."

"YOU REALLY THINK I WANT TO HEAR YOUR DUMBASS EXCUSES! YOU ARE LITEARLLY THE SHITTIEST WORKER I'VE EVER HAD! FUCK!"

"Bismarck I swear, there was nothing I could..."

SHUT UP! Just... shut... the fuck... up..."

A heated exchange was taking place in the cramped office of a mid-sized construction site. A tall and imposing German Shepherd was furiously barking at an extremely fearful human man. The German Shepherd, Bismarck, was the owner of a local but thriving construction company, and the man, Brett, was one of his employees.

Unfortunately, though Brett had been a competent employee for the relatively short time he'd worked for Bismarck, a slight mistake he had made had just ruined a project, nearly injured several workers, and had cost tens of thousands, plus the embarrassment and drop in prestige his company would suffer from the public. This was the worst accident his company had ever seen, and understandably, Bismarck was beyond livid.

For a long while, Bismarck just glared menacingly at the man, who was sweating bullets under the penetrating dog's stare. Bismarck knew he would be well within his right to fire the man, but that seemed so inadequate. If he fired Brett, than he couldn't properly punish him. No one had ever fucked with Bismarck or his livelihood like this, and he wanted there to be severe consequences.

"Look Bismarck, I know I fucked up bad, I know it! But I promise it was such a small thing, no one else would've noticed either! Hell, it was probably defective material! Please, just give me one chance to make this right, I'll do absolutely anything!"

Bismarck didn't care one lick for Brett's pathetic pleading, but then the word 'anything' was brought up. The Shepherd's glare never lowered, but he raised an eyebrow as a though started to creep into his head, an idea that would be the most severe, humiliating punishment any man could suffer.

"...Okay Brett, get out." Just as Brett looked like his heart was about to explode, Bismarck barked again. "I am not firing you!... yet." Brett reeled back, but his anxiety still looked like it would kill him any second.

"Finish your shift and come back to my office. Then I'll make you a deal." Bismarck's voice was cold and ruthless, but Brett didn't care.

"Right Bismarck... Th-Thank you..." Brett stuttered weakly before stumbling out of the small office.

Alone, Bismarck actually began to smile and even chuckle silently. He had the absolute perfect idea for retribution. Not only would Brett suffer the worst humiliation imaginable, Bismarck would wind up with several fine prizes he'd been after for some time.

He remembered back to when he first met Brett, the man had shown him a picture of his family. An absolutely gorgeous wife and two knock-out daughters. Bismarck knew from the moment he saw their picture he had to have those bodies, needed to dominate them. Now, thanks to Brett's neglect he was about to lose everything he loved, and Bismarck would acquire everything he lusted for.

He could definitely do it, Brett was definitely desperate enough to agree to anything to avoid getting fired and slapped with a major lawsuit, all Bismarck had to do was dangle a little hope in front of him and... leave out a few minor details. The plan was set, all Bismarck needed to do now was phone a legal friend of his and get himself a damn good contract.

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At the end of Brett's shift he returned to the Dog's office, and stood anxiously as he awaited his fate. Bismarck merely sat back in his chair and looked pensively at his worker.

"Have a seat Brett." He said, oddly calm as he gestured to the chair in front of his desk. Brett had little choice but to comply.

"Well Brett, there's no mistake that you are responsible for a tremendous amount of damages. But what's done is done, and now I am going to make you a simple offer." Now Bismarck's eerily cool voice was starting to cause some concern with Brett, but he knew well he had no leverage.

"W-What's that?"

"Option one. I fire you and slap you with such a massive lawsuit that your life will be utterly destroyed." Bismarck's casual offer left Brett absolutely pale with fear, but the Dog quickly continued.

"But I'm guessing you don't want that, so on to option number two. You and I will have a simple poker game." Now Brett looked on completely puzzled.

"Y-You want to settle this... with a poker game?"

"That's right. One game. If you win I will completely forgive your debt, handle the damages myself and keep you on my payroll as if nothing happened." As Bismarck spoke for a very brief moment Brett felt his spirit lifting. "But..." Then came the other side of the coin.

"If I win the game you will... how should I put this?... You will effectively owe me your life, and you will have to do absolutely anything I order to pay off your debt." Now Brett looked in in complete shock, having basically just been offered a life or death coin flip. As Brett looked on dumbly, Bismarck took out a sheet of paper and slid it towards Brett.

"This contract outlines everything. Sign it and the game is on. You win, all's forgiven, but I win, and I take whatever I want from you. And make no mistake Brett, this is the only deal you'll be getting." Bismarck spoke with an unshaking cold confidence as Brett stared down at the contract, a piece of paper on which his entire life rode. But both men already knew the deal, Brett was desperate.

"Okay..." Brett could only mutter quietly as he picked up the pen and signed the contract, not at all knowing what it was he had just given up, or who all's lives were actually affected by that paper. Bismarck finally grinned ear to pointy ear.

"Terrific. Meet me in the break room on site at six. Until then." And with that ultimatum Bismarck left the room, leaving Brett to ponder on what he'd done.

*

The game had been played to a shocking level of skill, as Bismarck and Brett both stared down at their hands. The chips had been split perfectly even, and Bismarck had to admit Brett had played much better than he'd expected. Of course, the cruel canine wasn't worried in the slightest. He'd planned to win regardless, and while he'd hoped to win on skill he was fully prepared to do whatever it took to ensure his victory. Indeed, the game had been rigged from the start.

All the cards were set, the game had been played to its' end, and both men knew the final play was about to occur.

"Well Brett, what say you we decide things once and for all." Bismarck sneered with a confidant smirk as he pushed all his chips to the middle.

"Fine..." Brett replied weakly, but looking back defiantly as he pushed his own pile to the center. They each peered over their cards, daring the other.

"Oh but Brett, before we show our hands, I figured I should let you know what was really in that contract." Bismarck suddenly piped in out of nowhere, making Brett pause quizzically.

"You see, you didn't just sign away your own life, but you signed your wife and daughters over to me as well." Bismarck spoke almost giddily as Brett's heart suddenly tanked. Bismarck smiled even wider as he saw a look of sheer death cross his employee's pale face.

"That's right, with that completely ironclad contract once I win your wife and two daughters become my legal property. You have yourself a real lovely family, Brett. I mean it, your wife is one ravishing woman, and your two daughters, Gods what they do to me. Are they even out of high school yet? Yeah, you're one lucky guy to be surrounded by three absolutely sexy bitches." Brett utterly choked as his boss spoke so derogatively of his family.

"I've had my eye on them for quite a while, and once I win I'm going to take them from you. I'm going to completely ravish their bodies once I own them. I am going to fuck them all so completely and thoroughly they'll forget all about you. I'm going to take your family Brett. I am going to take your beloved wife and daughters and fuck them silly until all they care about is being my obedient, horny little sex slaves. That's what you're about to lose Brett."

Bismarck's smug mockery left Brett completely baffled as the vile thoughts surged through his head. The poor man wasn't even aware when he revealed his hand, but Bismarck just looked down triumphantly.

"A straight flush, pretty damn lucky of you." Bismarck teased, and indeed Brett did possess the four through eight of clubs, a winning hand in almost any scenario. Almost. But Brett had been so preoccupied with fear he never even imagined that Bismarck would cheat, let alone try to call him out on it.

"But, it still can't beat this." Bismarck said with an air of finality as he laid his own hand down, a royal flush in the diamond suite.

Brett dropped everything and sat wide eyed as he stared at his bosses, no, his owner's hand. He'd lost, he'd lost everything. And now he knew exactly what it was Bismarck was after. He'd just sold off his own wife and children, they would be this German Shepherd's slaves and it was all his own fault! The weight of realization he'd just destroyed his family's lives was hitting him slow and hard, but Bismarck had plenty more plans for the night.

"I win Brett. I own your family now. Not only you, but your fucking hot wife and daughters belong to me. And since you voluntarily signed that contract, there is absolutely nothing you can do about it."

Bismarck's words rung hollow in Brett's ears. He knew full well there was no way he could back out, no escape. Brett's mind had been effectively shattered as the dread surged endlessly through him.

As far as Bismarck cared, Brett could stay shut up for the rest of his life, but he had won and he had prizes he was more than ready to claim. And Brett would pay up. The intimidating Dog stood from the poker table and walked over behind the human's seat, putting his hands on his employee's shoulders.

"Come on, Brett. Time for you to take me to your home and introduce MY family to their new owner."

*

The car ride over was had in utter silence on Brett's part, but every so often Bismarck would offer some boastful insight on how exactly he planned to defile the man's family. Before long Brett was numbly pulling into the driveway of his house, his family inside completely unaware of how all their lives were about to be utterly torn apart.

"Well Brett, shall we head inside?" Bismarck joked, knowing full well the man had no say in the matter.

Brett looked on with a completely vacant expression, as though he were consciously trying to stay as unconscious as possible. The two exited the car and Brett shuffled towards the front of the house, listlessly unlocking the front door as Bismarck stood behind him, arm in hands expectantly.

"Honey, that you?" Both males heard the soft voice of Brett's wife flit into the room as they stepped inside the door.

Brett's wife Morgan stepped into the living room from the kitchen, looking for her husband but looking a little surprised to see a Dog man, a tall, powerful looking one at that, stand behind her husband. Both Bismarck and Brett noticed immediately, to one's delight and the other's disgust, how she maybe looked a little too long, smiled a little too bright, and bat her eyes a few too many times at the Dog. Morgan might have been caught off guard, but she definitely noticed that this man was definitely quite the looker.

"Oh my, I wish you'd called and said you'd be bringing company. Who is this?" She asked with perfectly reasonable curiosity.

Bismarck stood smugly looking over Brett's shoulder at his newest possession. Brett's wife was absolutely stunning, and he could hardly even wait the few minutes it would take before he had her stripped down on her back begging for his knotty cock.

"Th-This is my boss... B-Bismarck..." Brett muttered pathetically as his wife approached them both cheerfully. Apparently Morgan did not notice her husband's utterly defeated look or tone, just focused on the Canine standing behind him.

"Well Mr. Bismarck it's very nice to meet you. Sorry if me and the house look a bit of a mess, had I known we'd be getting company I would've made things a little more presentable." Morgan gently chided her husband with a joking smile, absolutely clueless as to the men's intentions.

"Oh, please don't worry yourself Miss Park. Believe me, you look great." Bismarck began politely, but his leering expression and slight tone couldn't hide all his under meanings.

"H-He wanted to meet you all..." Brett continued zombie-like as he felt Bismarck nudge him from behind. "Where are the girls?"

"Oh, well the girls are staying over at a friend's house tonight to study. Oh but you're more than welcome to stay for dinner and coffee. It'll be a pleasure to get to know you, I'm sure." Morgan continued in her clueless bubbly way.

"Oh, it will certainly be a pleasure." Bismarck said, now quite suggestively as he pushed Brett off to the side to step right up in front of his wife, now openly leering down at her. She returned his smile, but even she couldn't help but show a little discomfort at his familiarity now. He smirked one last time before pulling Brett around the shoulder.

"Say Brett, why don't you go prepare a couple drinks for us." He said aloud before turning with the man and whispering down just to his ear. "I'll be taking her upstairs. You just sit tight down here and stay out of sight." Brett shuddered in disgust, but knowing his life was meaningless now, just silently walked off towards the kitchen. Bismarck then turned back to smile at Morgan, who politely returned the smile, albeit with clearly less comfort than before.

"Say, Morgan wasn't it?" Bismarck then began, oddly enough whispering.

"Yes, that's right." She stated, supposing she didn't feel too uncomfortable with him using her first name.

"Now that we have a moment alone, I actually wanted to talk to you about a small surprise I had planned for Brett. Would you mind if we maybe went upstairs to talk, I wouldn't want to spoil this for him." Bismarck said rather smoothly.

"Oh. Well, I suppose we can head upstairs." She accepted, a little curious to know exactly what it was her husband's boss wanted to do to him.

The happy housewife led him through the hall and up the stairs. Bismarck stared quite appreciatively at her ample ass as it bounced going up the stairs, his cock already beginning to swell as he pictured all the despicable things he'd be doing to that ass in just a minute or two.

"Say, as long as we're going up would you mind giving me a short tour, maybe of the master bedroom." Bismarck suddenly piped up, innocently enough the woman supposed.

"Sure, if you'd like." Again, Morgan accepted, curious but not hesitant.

She led him down the next hall to the end and then through a door into her and her husband's bedroom. Bismarck took a moment to look around, take in the surroundings and appreciate how he was utterly going to defile this sanctuary of Brett's marriage and turn it into his own personal fuck den.

Bismarck quietly closed the door behind them, but Morgan didn't think much of it, just assuming it was to keep their talk from her husband secret.

"Alright, he shouldn't be able to hear us now. So, what exactly is this surprise you had for Brett?" Morgan asked innocently, almost giddily. Now, Bismarck's polite façade began to crumble completely, as he suddenly began chuckling to himself quite lowly, a little unnerving for Morgan.

"Actually Morgan, I lied. This isn't much a surprise for Brett, after all he already knows about it. However, this will come as quite a surprise to you." He began talking quite strangely, and Morgan started growing a little more anxious.

As Bismarck began to talk again he pulled out his smartphone and began toying with it.

"You see, Brett caused me a pretty massive problem at work, an expensive one at that. I told him I wouldn't fire or sue him, if he agreed to certain terms. And, well, I recorded all our conversations. Why don't you go ahead and watch them, that should give you most of the full picture."

Now Morgan was becoming a little scared, but as Bismarck turned his phone towards her and began showing the videos she remained quiet and watched as she was asked to do. Bismarck's smirk grew wider as he watched Morgan take in the videos with growing horror.

Morgan couldn't turn away, and her heartrate skyrocketed as she watched what transpired. She saw her husband getting berated for his incompetence, she saw him accept Bismarck's terms for gambling, and saw him sign that contract.

Bismarck could see it in Morgan's eyes, the moment when she understood the full weight of her situation. She saw as it was explained how Brett had signed his life away, as well as her own life and the lives of her children. She looked visibly disgusted as Bismarck boasted in the video of how he planned to degrade her and her daughter's as though they were common whores, how he planned to take them away from their husband and father and turn them into his own personal sex slaves. But worst of all was the look of betrayal that crossed Morgan's eyes once Brett, the man she'd married and who had fathered her children, did nothing. Even after all Bismarck had said he do to his family, Brett did nothing to stop it! He simply signed the contract, signed Morgan's and their daughters' lives away to this Beast Man!

Bismarck put his phone away at the end as Morgan merely stood looking completely baffled, betrayed, and furious.

"So you see now. Brett willingly signed that contract, a completely legal and binding contract, I'll remind you." Bismarck said perfectly calm, perfectly smug as Morgan's irate eyes focused back on the Dog man. "Brett signed your life over to me. He signed your daughters' lives over to me. I own you now." The Beast said coolly with a truly malicious grin plastered on his face, baring his massive teeth.

Suddenly Morgan's calm and happy demeanor turned extremely indignant, as she attempted to rage against the Canine.

"I don't know what kind of horrible thing you and my husband think you can pull, but I am not just some piece of meat that he can sell off! I want you out of my house this instant before I call the police!"

To her growing anger and fear, Bismarck merely chuckled again, right in her face. "I don't believe the police could do much for you. You're already me legal property. Now..."

With a blinding movement Bismarck reached out and gripped Morgan's thin arm in his powerful paw. Morgan yelped in surprise and anger, but the Canine just kept his dominant grip on her. Then, before she could protest again, he pulled her body sharply against his own. Her soft, lithe form was pressed tight against his much larger frame.

Morgan felt Bismarck's other arm ensnare her from behind, keeping her held tight against him. Despite the anger she felt, she did notice the blush creep across her face. For some reason, her body had become hyper aware, and hyper responsive to this rough treatment at the hands of her captor. His body was so firm and toned, she could tell, but still comfortably softened by his animalistic fur. She hated this, hated him, so why didn't she hate how this treatment felt?