The Bestiality Whore – Part 1: The Virgin by Lexi Lust
A young virgin becomes a bestiality whore to repay her debt , Prologue
My heart was pounding so hard I couldn’t even hear the motor rumbling. The black sedan I had been forced into sped along, swerving through traffic. Whoever my kidnappers were, they were in a hurry. But that’s not what worried me the most. Neither of the abductors seemed to care that I saw their faces. This could mean one of two things. Option one: Their plans didn’t involve anything illegal. Option two: What they had planned for me was so horrific they cared not who or what I saw. As desperate as I was to believe it was the former, I had a bad feeling it would be the latter. And if that was the case, then my life expectancy had just shrunk to a few hours. A few days it I was lucky.
I’m not sure how long the trip lasted, but it felt like hours. Then again that may simply have been because time seemed to pass in slow motion. I guess that’s what happens when the end draws near. Time either slows down or speeds up. I guess I was desperate to delay the inevitable.
The sedan pulled up to the most imposing mansion I had ever seen. It looked like a modern-day castle, with a gold-plated gate, beautiful landscaping and columns lining the front of the building. The vehicle screeched to a stop and my captors dragged me to my feet. I considered fighting, but the men were veritable giants. One stood at an imposing six and a half feet. The seconds was even taller. And bigger. But the most imposing part was the size of their muscles. I had no doubt they could snap every bone in my body with their bare hands. So I let them lead me up the marble steps and past the stained glass front door.
The inside of the mansion was even more beautiful than the outside. The floor seemed to have been carved from a single slab of pink marble. Priceless artefacts from all eras of history lined the perimeter of each room. Beautiful paintings hung from the walls. Even the furniture was breathtaking. I caught a glimpse of a gold-plated coffee table. At least I think it was gold plated. For all I know it was pure gold. Whoever owned this mansion was rich. Filthy rich.
“Welcome,” said a voice behind me. I jumped and whipped around. A man was making his way down the stairs that linked the first and second floors. He wore a black tuxedo. The manner in which it hugged his frame left no doubt in my mind that is had been hand tailored. In fact, everything about this man was flawless. His haircut was immaculate—not a single strand of hair was out of place. His watch twinkled with unblemished intensity. Even his shoes shone brightly. I could have seem my reflection in them. That is, had I not been so busy staring at the man’s face in disbelief.
I had met Mr. Black only once, but it was a memory I would never forget. The man was a loan shark. He would lend money to anyone, be they a gambling addict or a young woman with bad credit and an unwavering desire to attend medical school. I was the latter. I had once believed him to be a small fish in a very large pond, but the size of his mansion proved me wrong. Then again it had been five years since our last encounter. A lot can change in half a decade.
It wasn’t until such a thought occurred to me that I finally understood why I was there. It had been five years since I had borrowed money from Mr. Black. My reimbursement deadline had been reached and I was nowhere near paid up. I tried to swallow my fear, but only managed to choke.
By the time Mr. Black reached me I had regained my composure.
“Miss Sweet,” said Mr. Black as if we were old friends. But the coldness of his gaze didn’t fool me. “Or do you prefer Tiffany?”
I shrugged to indicate I had no preference. What did a name matter when I could very well be reaching the end of my life?
“How have you been?” asked Mr. Black.
“G-Good,” I stuttered, though at the moment I felt anything but “good”.
“That’s good,” said Mr. Black.
There was a moment of silence during which he looked me up and down. I’m not usually embarrassed by my appearance, but I was on my way back from the gym when Mr. Black’s goons had picked me up. Suffice it to say I wasn’t exactly at the top of my game. Mr. Black didn’t seem to mind. Or if he did he didn’t show it.
“Follow me,” finally said the man. He turned tail and walked off. One shove from the goons was enough to tell me I had no choice in the matter. I followed Mr. Black through a series of rooms. Each one was more beautiful than the last. It’s why I was slightly disappointed when we finally reached his office. It was fancier than most offices I had seen, yet the simplicity of the décor made it stand out from the rest of the mansion. There were three pieces of furniture in the room. A massive steel desk and two chairs. Mr. Black took a seat on the one behind the desk and gestured for me to do the same with the one that faced it. I took a seat while the goons stood at attention by the door.
There was another short silence before Mr. Black spoke.
“I assume you know why you are here.”
I nodded. I wanted to beg him for an extension, but I knew it would do no good. I wanted to cry and draw pity from him, but the tears refused to come. All I could do was sit there and wait.
“I know what you are thinking,” claimed Mr. Black. “But if I give you an extension, it will set a precedent. And I cannot allow that to happen.”
Mr. Black studied me again. The intensity of his gaze made my skin crawl, but I knew there was nothing I could do about it. So I just stood there and waited for him to speak. It took a while, but his lips eventually came to life again.
“The fact that we are here right now leads me to believe you are unable to pay the entirety of your debt in the allotted time. Am I correct?”
I nodded, fearing what such an admission would entail.
“In most cases I would have my associates here,” he nodded to his goons, “break your legs. But I am inclined to make an exception. Do you know why?”
I shook my head.
“You are quite beautiful. In fact, you are breathtaking,” said Mr. Black. It was such an unexpected revelation that my fear momentarily vanished. Only curiosity remained. Where was he going with this?
“As you may have guessed, my business has grown over the last few years. I now supervise a great number of different endeavors. One of my latest undertakings is proving to be quite profitable. Yet my profit depends entirely upon the satisfaction of my clients. And the only way to keep them happy is to provide only the best… That is where you come in.”
I had no idea what he was saying, but I nodded for him to continue.
“Here is what I suggest; you agree to come work for me and in a year’s time your debt will be repaid. Once the deadline is up, you can choose to remain in my employment or we can part ways as friends,” explained Mr. Black.
It sounded good in theory, but I knew there had to be a catch.
“What is the nature of the work I would be doing?” I asked.
Mr. Black smiled. “Let’s just say it involves beautiful young women and rich, lonely men.”