Debt to pay : Chapter 1

This is chapter 1 of the Debt to pay story. This Chapter went much longer then I intended, I will try to scale back the next chapters. Currently I plan to add 4-5 more chapters but, it might go longer than that, depending on how much I can shorten them. Please comment and message me your thoughts.

This story is DARK. DO NOT READ, if murder and slavery is not something that you want to read about. NEVER do anything that you read about here. NEVER COPY ANYTHING THAT HAPPENS. This is meant as fiction and just a way to express a fetish, not an excuse to do anything with in. these are things that SHOULD get you thrown in a dark pit with rabid dogs, or prison, don’t do them!

Please comment and get in touch if you have any ideas that will be useful for the story. Non constructive criticism does nothing and I will just ignore that kind of thing, any ways. I don’t plan to have the next chapter of this story out any time soon, but i will be working at it. Please enjoy if this is your thing.

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The names Jagger.

I am not a good man. I lost the right to call my self that ages ago, just after I met my boss, and if you think I am a bad guy, just imagine how bad he is. He runs the entire show and me? I do the work, but hey, I like my job. I worked my way up from the bottom, a few years of grunt work here and a few years of… oh, whats the mundane word for this part, I guess “managing” will do… managing one of the side operations there, this all made me very well off. My current position within ‘The Company’ doesn’t even require much effort on my part anymore, so its a very relaxed job. Doesn’t hurt that the pays great and it can be petty entertaining, too.

The Boss has got his hands in just about everything, I think he wants to look into some si-fi shit next but, that’s besides the point of my story. My boss is a very generous man, the money that he has loaned to out aspiring entrepreneurs over the years has funded some of the biggest corporate power houses out there, and these successful start ups gladly repay his loans with interest. Its when they cant or won’t pay that I get called in.

I am the head of the loan returns and repossession side of the Boss’ work. When a lone comes to my desk for investigation its my job to find out the current status of any collateral that was offered and reclaim the value of the lone. My “official” title is private investigator, and while technically true, I guess, it doesn’t do my job justice.

You know that one super massive tech company, yeah THAT tech company, Boss put up most of the money used to start it, off the books of course. That loan never had no problems and is still paying off. Hes got an eye for those things my boss, but not every loan my boss has given go as cleanly as that one. Most people who take a loan fucking suck with money and can never payback the money the Boss gave them, but that’s where I come in, to get what is owed to the Boss, with interest.

But lets get to the good part. The job I enjoyed the most was out west. Some brilliant guy showed the Boss his “get rich easy” plan and the Boss decided to give him the loan. The amount was huge and the idiot put everything up as collateral, his house, his company, the designs of his plan, his family, ya know standard stuff everyone puts up as collateral.

Well the “get rich easy” plan failed miserably and so I was sent the guy’s information. It took me a few days but, I got in touch with him regarding recovering the Bosses assets. The amount I needed to collect wasn’t that bad after everything was calculated; just all land owned by him and his immediate family, any car and goods attached to his house hold, a daughter and his life. Could have been a lot worse, all that would happen was his wife and 2 of his kids would be homeless with nothing but the clothing on their backs, one kid would serve the ‘Company’ and he would be dead, nothing big. Well the dumb ass ran.

We like it when they run. Any expense gets added to the amount that they owe. That means the tabs of any bounty hunters and computer specialists we hire to track them down ends up being charged to the runner. All of this is with interest I might add, and once it gets to my desk any thing I want for myself is also added. I make sure to make sure the boss know about all this, if he finds out I’m hiding anything, I might be getting a call my self. I haven’t looked at the going rate on bounty hunters lately but the good ones cost a lot. I almost feel bad for the families of the people who run, but I don’t. That’s the job.

Well this dumb ass was “lovingly” married with three daughters, perfect for us, terrible for them. Miriam, his wife, was a super hot Milf in her mid 30’s, who only seemed to have that motherly shape in her breasts and ass, even after giving birth to 3 kids. Men would kill for a lover with that figure, women would kill to have it. She had started dating her dumb ass husband young, like real young. He was in university almost graduated and she was most definitely was not. An early drop out of high school school, she had never worked a job in her life, excepting Dumbass to do that part for her. She was kinda stuck up over all but, to her benefit, she loved her family and would do anything for her daughters, something I used from day one.

The oldest daughter was named Anabel. Definitely the sexiest of the entire family. Long legs, gorgeous face, good B cup boobs, with her skinny ass she could have been working as a model in Paris if she wasn’t so lazy. She realized early in life that men would do anything for her and so long as she kept her pussy as an unobtainable prize for them to fight over, they would keep trying to woe her in more and more elaborate ways. After high school she stopped doing anything, instead lounging at home waiting for one date or another to come and take her to the next party or event. Some how after all this, when I got to her she was still a virgin.

The middle daughter, Becky, was the opposite of her older sister. Any thing Anabel liked, Becky hated and vice versa. Becky worked very hard at everything she did and the inquiries that we sent out all came back as her being a straight A student running for student counsel president. The only things that the sisters had in common were commanding attitudes and amazing figures. She didn’t have the potential to be a model like her sister, a little shorter and with a more full figure but, Becky was no push over in the looks department. That little extra volume she had on her bones only made the curves of her body more fun to watch. She had an energy around her that led others to listen to what she said, which led to a small bonus for us.

The last daughter was Callie, an adorable student who’s body fell some where between her two sisters but was no less of a catch. Her body was soft in all the right places and tight where it counted. Her chest was smaller then that of the mother and Becky but, had already surpassed the eldest daughter by a cup size or two. Of all of them, only she seemed to be actually happy, perfectly content to receive praise and attention from those around her. She was little princess, surrounded by strong women and a doting father, her family had done a great job of creating a pure and obedient child who was a pleasure to be with. She is still my favorite now.

The day that I first approached the family was a great day for me, and the end of their comfortable little home, but it wasn’t going to happen all at once, no, I was going to let the debt pile on before I ripped them from their homes. Until the “caring” father was caught by our men I would have to stay close to his family, to make sure they didn’t run. Till then, I was going to enjoy this experience to the fullest. All expenses paid vacation on Dumbass’ dime, hell yeah!

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Miriam was only concerned about 4 things; the safety of each of her 3 daughters and the whereabouts of her husband. She had just watched her eldest daughter get into the back of yet another expensive car with a group of friends heading to god know where for some sort of concert. Her other two daughters had already left for school and shouldn’t be back till the afternoon. All that was left to worry about was where was her husband. Money wasn’t tight but he hadn’t been home for days. She didn’t know what to do if he never came home and the money dried up. She didn’t know if she could find a job as a middle aged, high school drop out, who had never had a job before. All that she was good at was keeping a home in order and exercising.

It was in the midst of this worrying train of thought that she heard the door bell ring. She wasn’t expecting guests and her husband should have a key. Rushing over to the door just in case she found a injured husband there who had lost his key, she was instead greeted by two men in dark suits. The one in front was taller then her even with her standing one step above him. He smiled down at her with a door to door salesmen smile that did nothing to stop her from being very concerned. The other man was even bigger than the first man and was either incredibly grumpy or had the scariest resting face she had ever seen.

“Hello, mam” said the smaller man, his eyes showing genuine delight at their meeting “my name is Jagger and this loveable bear behind me is Kent.” With this the man reached into his jacket and pulled out a business card, presenting it to her through the screen door. “Before you close your door on the two big scary men on your front porch, let me just say that we are private investigators here about your husbands disappearance.”



Miriam, who had been slowly shutting the door on the two imposing men before her, gave a slight start before blurting out a stream of questions “What do you mean disappearance? Where is my husband? Is he safe? How do you know he is missing? What …”

“Whoa, whoa, calm down for a moment” interrupted Jagger “this is why we are here today mam. We wanted to ask you some questions about your husband, may we come in?”

Despite here better judgment, the possibility of learning where her husband had been hiding was too compelling to ignore. “Please come in, my names Miriam, can I get you anything? Water?”

“No thank you mam?”

She was surprised when the bigger man spoke up. “Excuse me but, may I use your toilet?” His voice was deep and deliberate.

“Oh, um sure, its just around the corner, first door on the left. Although it is kinda small, if you” Miriam paused, trying to find the least rude way to say that the man might be to large to comfortably sit in the tiny secondary toilet closet, “don’t fit, feel free to use the upstairs one.”

“Thank you kindly” the big man walked over to where the secondary bathroom was, took a quick look at the room and turned around to make his way upstairs.

“While your partner is upstairs, please sit in the living room” Miriam waved over at a very clean room containing two couches, a couple of big fluffy chairs, a large TV, and a book shelf full of movies.