Reply Forward Delete Ignore Previous  Next [img]https://cdn5-avatars.motherlessmedia.com/thumbs/Cumdumptoy-avatar.jpg?t=fe7d72[/img]Cumdumptoy to @friends, @subscribers28 Dec 2023Subject: Short story part 1, please let me know if you like more.I always know this day would come. That the local Triad gang would burst into our home to steal all of our possessions to replay grandads gambling debts. The only thing is we didn't expect them to take us! Me, mum and my two sisters where forced at gunpoint outside into a van. The last I saw of my dad was him laying on the floor getting the shit kicked out of him by three members of the gang. My mum pleading with the gang to let us go and take only her, but all that was rewarded for her efforts was a punch in the face and a gun pressed into her head indicating for her to back down. The gang drove us down to the industrial estate 20mins away, parking up in a warehouse. We was shouted at to leave the van. Outside the van was another van with the doors open and a black car. One by one we were forced out of the van, lining up afew feet from where we got out. A man in a very smart business suite gets out of the walks towards us. He's on the phone, speaking Chinese softly to whoever is on the other end. I'm not 100% sure what he's saying, but I think he's telling whoever is on the phone to him about what we look like. I didn't consider myself a looker, white male, 19, dark brown eyes, dark short hair, 5 foot 8, average build that wasn't skinny but not muscular either. The business man is now standing infront of my sister's, pulling out a black marker pen from his pocket he writes 1 on my elder sisters head. A 1 on my younger sister head. My mum who now is braking her silence from the previous threats, forgetting about the punch she received, is begging again to let us all go and take her only. The guy in the business suite seems unfazed by it, like it's happened 1000's of times, clicks his fingers and points at her. She gets a hard back of a gun to her head, falling to the floor unconscious. The business man kneels down, clicking at one of the gang members to hold her unconscious head up as he writes a red 3 on her head. He stands and finally walks over to me. He just stears at me, talking softly to whoever is on the other end of the phone. He puts his hand in his pocket and pulls out a red pen, he gets about two inches away from my face and stops. He walks away, talking alittle more louder on the phone to whoever was on phone. Eventually he comes back, but with a black pen and puts 2 on my head. The business man finally finishes his phone call. Shout's something in Chinese and the next thing I know I'm getting poked by a gun towards the other van, my sister's getting dragged by the hair into the van we now so long ago got out off and our mom was being dragged by two men further into the warehouse. I just layed on the floor, crying in the blacked out van, not knowing what's going to happen with my family. It feels like hours of driving befor the van stopped and the doors opened. I'm dragged of the floor and led down a path into a basement hatch of a massive farm house the looks like it's in the middle of nowhere. My hand gets cuffed to a metal table in the basement, the kind of metal table you'll see in police interview cells. About 15 mins later the business man that decided our fares comes down into the basement, a bag over his shoulder he pulls out a laptop and places on the metal table. Pulls up a chair for me and tells me "please sit". He gets himself one. Opens the laptop and starts typing. About 30mins of silence pass, me fully remembering what happened to my mum when she tried to talk. He finally talks. Nathan, you know why your here? Why we took you and your family? "Yes, my granddad made some stupid mistakes" I replied. "Good Nathan, so you know he owes us $1.5 million?" "What!" I shouted in suprise. "We thought he was more wealthy than he claimed, and it would of been easier if he gave up the money, but he conned us, we didn't expect to find him penniless. After afew hours of "chatting" with your granddad, he allowed us to take everything thing he owns. Only thing he didn't realise was we ment his family members as well See we can con him too" "So what will happen to us?" I replied in anger. "Your mom has already made about $250k in the past few hours. Unfortunately she won't be able to make more" "What the fuck does that mean!" With a worried look on my face. The business man smiled, "We have a red room set up in that Wearhouse where I first met you. It's a special room set up for our internet clients that want a special kind of entertainment that completely illegal. Unfortunately your mom died. Bleeding to death as a man with dildo with razors blades on it, fucked her slowly." I started uncontrollably crying. Shocked at the news of my mom and the evil way she died. The business man gets up and walks away, leaving me alone for an hour. Hour passes like it was days, the business man returns with a coffee in his hand. Sits back down at the table. "Nathan! It's not to late to save your sisters from a worse fate" "How?" Wiping tears from my eyes, climbing back onto the chair. "Your sisters are currently working at one of our more busiest brothels. Youngest is more than likely on her 4th client by now being raped. It's a slow process to repaying the det and often than not, despite our best efforts, results in suicide by the time the girls get pregnant for the 2nd 3rd time. We hope to have them both pregnant by the clients within the first week, men pay extra for pregnant women to fuck and we can sell the children off if they survive." I now am terrified for my sisters, and I guess this was his tactic all along. "You can save them. Willingly sign here", he pulls out a sheet of paper, Chinese marking over it, I don't understand it "and we'll let them go if your able to make up the money " "What is it?" I asked "Oh nothing really, just a contract stating that your going to do what's next at your free will" he said with a smile on his face. I look at it. He pulls out a ink pad. "Sign it with your finger!" I hesitate. "Fucking sign it!" He turns the laptop around and shows me a live feed of both my sisters at the brothel, youngest was curled up naked, crying bruises and red marks cover her body from where the uncaring men have beaten and raped her. My older sis getting roughly fucked by a man with muscles, his friend laughing waiting a turn in the room. I raise my hand, put my finger into the ink pad and sign the line. "Good boy" he takes the paper and closes the laptop. He looks at a camera that I didn't know was there and says, "he's all yours!" If you like more of this, please let me know.