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Chewed Sand

Chewed Sand

by iwroteathing
19 min read
4.65 (14700 views)
adultfiction

Formatting note: in the following story, the main character will occasionally help with the narration, think of it like a character in a TV show turning to camera to talk to the audience. When this happens, the quote marks will appear with asterisks, like this.

"*You really need me to talk to the reader just to demonstrate this stupid formatting idea you had? Hurry up and start the story already.*"

Alright then.

...

"So what happened to the Tatsu Brothers?" Chika asked.

"That's chewed sand." her brother, Riku, reassured, ignoring the familiar grunt of frustration whenever Chika tried to open locked doors.

Within the Sato Crime Family, Chika was referred to as 'The Clean Slate.' This was for two reasons, firstly she was the only one completely clear of tattoos, and secondly she was the family's contingency. She lived her life at an arm's length from the business, but with enough knowledge of operations that in case of something massively disruptive, she could step in to hold the fort while the next available male heir could be found and placed back in charge. The knowledge that a woman could never be the permanent head of a crime family kept Chika safe from ambitious criminals while her arms length from the business kept her from catching the attention of the police.

"*Which means I get to sit and be pretty while my dad and my brother talk business, then if I ask any questions that they think the answer is too icky for my delicate female constitution, they tell me it's chewed sand and I'm expected to not push it any further.*"

Whenever Daichi had been asked about things he didn't want to share, he would always say they were boring. When Riku started getting more hands on with running the family with his father, he had taken on this code but had evolved it to the quirky phrase 'chewed sand,' an adjustment to a classic idiom for boredom. Now the two of them sat at a dinner table, covered in tattoos and crime, keeping Chika as in the dark as they could without leaving her completely uninformed.

"*The Tatsu Brothers were some wannabe gangsters holding up shops who had paid us protection money. I have been told who deals with these sorts of problems and how they are put on the case, but it looks like the outcome is 'chewed sand.'*"

"Next is the debt ledger." Daichi announced, moving the conversation forward. "Thanks to Riku's innovation, there's two classifications of debtors now. We have those with collateral and those without."

"I didn't expect many with collateral to be coming to us for loans. Don't they usually have banks willing to lend?" Chika observed.

"So we need to clarify what we mean by collateral." Riku intervened with a cocksure chuckle. "Up until recently, we found that taking drastic intervention would make it harder for our debtors to earn a paycheck and pay us off. So we have a new way to ensure payback, any man we lend money to who has a willing wife, or sister, or daughter above legal age, hell even a mother if she is young enough, can be counted as having 'collateral' and receive a lower rate loan. We tell them if they do not work off their debt like a man, we'll get their female relatives to work off the debt for them."

"Let me guess, how they do that is chewed sand?" Chika sighed.

"Good guess. Miki takes care of that whole process but plenty within the organisation drop in to help." Riku explained.

"So..." Daichi awkwardly mused. "Has Minoru been in touch with you?"

Minoru was the youngest son of the Sato family, he never seemed to gel with the family's amorality and left them behind when he first found an opportunity.

"*6 months ago now, that little pussy ran away with his tail between his legs. Guess he must have chewed too much sand.*"

"No sign of him, I'll let you know if he reaches out." Chika replied.

Daichi had told everyone that Minoru was studying at a prestigious western university, but in reality he had no idea where his son was. Chika felt the additional burden that if anything happened to her dad and elder brother, she would be put in charge of essentially kidnapping her younger brother and forcing him to become head of the crime family.

"*Which sucks as anyone with even a passing knowledge of my younger brother can see what a better leader I would make.*"

...

"Hi Junko, Enjoy your family dinner?" Isamu asked as Chika slumped through the door.

"*Well I can't go by my real name in my cover life now, can I?*"

"It was the usual, dad and Riku being best buds while I nurse a salad." Chika replied.

"I know there's all the issues there, but if you bring me along at least you won't be alone." Isamu offered as he wrapped his arms around Chika. "And no matter how difficult it is, I really should meet your family before the wedding."

"*He's sweet, he's part of the vanilla life I was told to build to throw off suspicion. We met at the school we both teach at and have been living our beige dreams ever since. I do love him, in the same way I love a warm bed and a glass of milk. But he's going to take one look at the flaming tiger tattooed on Riku's neck and it will all make sense why we never struggle for money.*"

"Don't worry, The wedding is over a year away. I figured I would introduce you to them when they don't have any time to sabotage our ceremony." Chika replied, giving him a sweet kiss on the cheek.

"Did you get a new phone?" Isamu asked as Chika pulled out a phone far more modern than what a teacher could afford.

"*I stole this from my dad. I know he's terrible with technology and saves all his passwords on his phone. I'll get access to all the family's cloud storage and then return the phone before he's any the wiser. Then we'll see how chewy the sand is.*"

"No, my dad was having trouble getting into his phone, I told him I would unlock it and drop it back with him on the way into school tomorrow." Chika lied.

"I don't want to miss out on walking to school with you, but I'm guessing you won't want me coming along to drop off the phone." Isamu observed.

"You are such an understanding fiancΓ©." Chika replied, kissing him on the cheek again.

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While Isamu used the kitchen table to grade papers, Chika decided to secrete herself in the corner of the lounge to make sure her pure husband didn't see what was on her dad's crime phone. Naturally the phone was locked with a password, but it didn't take Chika long to figure it out.

"*Dad's so predictable, turning off incorrect password locking because he can't type accurately. Plus his password turned out to be Riku's birthday, quelle surpris who his favourite kid is.*"

Chika quickly found the document with all her dad's passwords, and rather than fish around his phone and worry about leaving clues to her intrusion, she copied and pasted the details into an email to herself before deleting it from his sent messages. Now she could scroll through the family business cloud on her laptop to her heart's content.

Chika started scrolling through files and eventually started finding more and more chewed sand. Firstly she found some photos of people who had been assassinated, proof from those who wanted to collect payment. Next there were some ransom pictures, kidnapped people holding up newspapers, presumably to extract money or favours from someone they were special to. Next there was a folder that intrigued Chika.

"*Collateral. Now that's a recent topic of conversation.*"

Chika double clicked on the folder and soon the window was filled with thumbnails of naked women holding signs. She couldn't make out details from the preview window so Chika decided to open one to get a closer look.

The photo had clearly been taken in a modest home, a woman in her thirties stood uncomfortably nude, her eyes full of resolute sadness, her knuckles white from gripping the small sign given to her by the photographer so tight it was on the verge of snapping. The sign was very deliberately small enough to nestle underneath her large breasts without obscuring her exposed pussy, with a little ridge added to it so the woman could place her driver's licence in the corner, proving her ID. The sign read:

'Kaiki Watanabe

Collateral for my husband Futoshi Watanabe's loan of Β₯2,000,000.'

Empathy had always been a huge disadvantage in the line of work Chika was angling to have a part of. To see things through the eyes of your victims was to take your eye off the opportunity their subjugation afforded you. But for a brief moment, Chika looked into the eyes of this poor woman and was transported to that moment, the deep shame and desperation capitalised upon by her family. She felt the deepest blush within herself, the proximity to the unseemly previously denied by her family and the cover life she was forced into.

"*Isamu feels uncomfortable sleeping with me on a school night, I guess in case the kids somehow figure it out.*"

Chika closed the photo and continued to look through the file, marvelling at the number of photos it contained. At the bottom of the file the photos stopped, replaced with folders, each labelled with a different woman's name. Chika clicked on the first one and saw two pictures. The first picture was a familiar setup, a younger woman, her face the picture of shame as the sign nestled above her small perky breasts, a student ID from Nagoya University slotted into the corner.

'Hikari Nakamura

Collateral for my father Kazuki Nakamura's loan of Β₯1,500,000.'

Chika closed the initial picture, then opened the other one in the file. It was the same girl, but now she lay naked on her bed, her legs open and tears streaming down her face. At the bottom of the photo, only just in frame, Chika could make out an erect penis, looming over the poor girl, menacingly pointing at her pussy. Written directly on her skin across her torso was an explanation of the image.

'1st missed payment warning.

Pay us or we finish the scene.'

"*Timestamped 2 weeks ago. Looks like Kazuki came up with the dough. What a pity.*"

Chika clicked the column header at the top to rearrange the list by file size, this way the folder with the most content would float to the top. She then clicked on the file and saw several thumbnails of both photos and videos spring onto her desktop.

The first picture was a familiar setup but there was something different about this one. The woman holding the sign was in her late 30s, her breasts so large she had to push them up a bit with the sign, otherwise the sign would have covered her pussy.

'Yui Yamaguchi

Collateral for my son Kaito Yamaguchi's loan of Β₯750,000'

Chika looked closely, trying to put her finger on why this one seemed different to the others. She could see that Yui was clean shaven, her pussy totally unobscured, she had also put on some makeup in preparation for her blackmail photo, and her short black hair looked like it had been straightened and styled. These were all clues, but the revelation truly struck when Chika looked into Yui's eyes.

"*She's enjoying this*"

Chika closed the picture and opened the next one and now she was convinced Yui was into being collateral. Once again it was a photo of the collateral lying on her bed, her legs expectantly open as an erect cock threatened from the bottom of the photo. In Hikari's picture, she had been filled with pain and fear, but Yui was positively ravenous. She was staring intently at the penis, her legs open out of welcoming lust rather than mortified obligation, her glistening pussy confirming how excited the situation had made her.

"*Do you think Kaito knew what a slut his mum is when he took out the loan? Or maybe Yui discovered something within herself during the process and subtly encouraged him not to make the payments?*"

The next thumbnail in the folder was for a video, the still that Chika double clicked on already giving a clue to the salacious contents. The video popped up, it was an unsteady camera being walked down a hallway in an apartment block.

"Hello Kaito." a woman's voice behind the camera announced. "We couldn't help but notice that you missed another payment on your loan. Don't worry though, my buddy Ginji here covered it for you."

The camera panned sideways and a large man covered in tattoos made a peace sign at the camera.

"Unfortunately Ginji doesn't put up money out of the goodness of his heart, he collects his bond out of your collateral. So what do you say Ginji? Let's go collect."

As they reached the door they had clearly been walking towards, Ginji barely broke his stride as he kicked the door off its hinges. The sound of smashing masonry eliciting a scream of surprise that acted like a homing beacon to the sadistic man. He strode into the kitchen and saw Yui wearing only a long t-shirt and knickers, cooking herself some noodles.

"What are you..." she began, only to be cut off by Ginji wrapping his hands around her throat.

"I'm here to collect on your son's loan." Ginji announced, roughly groping Yui to make his intentions entirely clear. Very quickly Yui's face turned from fear to well concealed lust.

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"Oh no, please, I'm sure he just..." Yui pleaded, only to have her pleas cut off by Ginji slapping her across the face.

"No talking, you're my whore now." He sneered, Chika could see this was only fanning the flames of Yui's desire.

Ginji grabbed the lapels of Yui's top and ripped it open. The casual around the house clothing had not included a bra leading to a violently explosive liberation of her bouncing tits. Ginji gave them another violent squeeze before turning his attention to ripping off her knickers.

Yui moaned with scarcely concealed delight as Ginji wasted no time turning her around and forcefully bending her over the kitchen table. Ginji gave a quick moment to spread Yui so the camera could get a good view of her most intimate areas, before pulling his cock out of his trousers and stuffing it into her pussy without any fanfare.

Yui squealed as Ginji went straight to giving her a hard fucking, his rampant and savage thrusting punishing Yui's unprepared pussy. Less than a minute ago she had been a housewife preparing a quick snack and now she was being brutally violated.

The violation ended as soon as it began, Ginji gave some hard thrusts that made Yui scream in her impalement, before his cock flopped out and the camera zoomed in on the semen dripping from her pussy.

"You should probably invest in the morning after pill if you don't want Kaito to have a younger sibling." The woman behind the counter mocked as she and Genji walked around to Yui's face. Genji pulled her head up by her hair so she was looking directly into the camera, her face contorted in violation and bliss.

"Make the next payment or we won't be so nice to your mum!" Ginji threatened.

Chika's pulse was racing as the video faded to black, leaving her looking at her own reflection in the blank screen.

"*That was the nice punishment? There are three other videos and a couple of pictures. You better believe I will be immediately watching every single one.*"

"Honey, what video was that? It sounded strange." Isamu asked from the other room.

"Just a bad taste viral video my brother shared with me." Chika lied.

"*Maybe I'll wait until after he's gone to bed to watch the rest.*"

...

Chika was incredibly tired the next morning, she had made her excuses to send Isamu up to bed before her and spent the night diving into the darkest corners of her family's new collateral system. She had looked beyond the videos into the financials and communications to understand the mechanics behind it, but inevitably she would find herself drifting back to the pit of degradation.

Looking at the books, it looked like there was somewhere within the organisation where the delinquent payments would be advertised, along with the initial collateral picture, and anyone who wanted to make the loan payment could then extract their price from the collateral. Ginji was probably a mid level boss who felt horny one morning, pulled up a menu of women who were secured against delinquent payments, picked out Yui and made arrangements to be filmed having sex with her for the price of Kaito's monthly payment. After repeated delinquent payments, Miki would then start taking matters into her own hands to extract money.

The fascinating practice had consumed Chika's night, and now she groaned with each footstep away from her usual route to her father's house to return his phone. She let herself in with her key and hoped she could sneak the phone back before anyone noticed. This was slightly undermined by her father staring directly at her the moment she slid into the house.

"Chika, what a pleasant surprise." Daichi announced with a raised eyebrow.

"*You've got to understand, in my family, subtext is a language in and of itself. I'll translate for you. He's basically telling me I'm busted, he knows I was up to something I shouldn't be so I might as well come clean.*"

"Hi dad, sorry I accidentally took your phone last night and I wanted to return it without bothering you." Chika replied.

"Wow, what an unfortunate oversight. You are usually more careful than that." Daichi stated, waving away a couple of goons he had nearby for security so he could talk to Chika in private.

"*Translation: bullshit! He's giving me one last chance to come clean. Boy is he going to be saddened when I double down on my lie.*"

"Yes, when we put the phones in the drawer outside our meeting room, my phone case hooked around yours as well so I accidently picked up both on the way out. Do not worry, I have returned it now." Chika explained.

"I see. Well now that's sorted I'm eager to tell you about my musings this morning, because I have been thinking about family." Daichi began.

"*This is him closing the door on me getting out of trouble with the truth. Now comes some subtle wrangling to ensure that whatever lie we settle upon isn't going to threaten our family business.*"

"I have been thinking about the sacrifice you have made for this family, and how proud I am of you for keeping your distance from the business and suppressing your ambition." Daichi monologued. "I always try to ensure such sacrifice is adequately compensated."

"*He's reminding me how good the status quo is for me, I'm paid not to have schemes on the side or make power moves like a lot of people involved in crime, a profitable role I shouldn't jeopardise.*"

"Of course this compensation is limited by your cover story. But I recently had an idea that when I liquidate some holdings, you could pretend a relative recently died and left you money in their will. You could even use the money to take your lovely fiancΓ© on holiday." Daichi offered.

"*This is a subtle concession. He's saying if whatever I'm up to is a scheme to make money on the side, then he's going to give me a chunk of money so I no longer need the scheme.*"

"After all, our strength comes from our family. I have done some pretty amoral things in my life, but I have never turned on a fellow Sato and that is why I am here today." Daichi concluded.

"*This is a bit of a threat, he's saying whatever scheme I have better not hurt him or Riku. Although it's a bit rich of him to claim that he's never turned on a fellow Sato, I know for a fact I have a great uncle that my dad relocated to several discrete locations around Tokyo.*"

"Thank you so much dad, for your gift and your wisdom." Chika responded with a deep bow.

"*that means yeah, yeah. I'm not going to fuck over the family so just relax.*"

...

In the days that followed, the collateral records became an obsession for Chika. Something about watching innocent people getting dragged into the dark world she was constantly knocking on the door of made her tingle inside. Soon she was spending every free moment looking at pictures and watching videos, all the while feeling a perverse envy of the women being debased.

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