A reader contacted me from Indonesia and requested that I write him a story about his incest and humiliation fantasies.
After exchanging ideas via email the following short story is the result. I hope that you enjoy reading it as much as he did.
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My name is Robert, I'm a 27year old Indonesian guy whose recent experience of paying back a gambling debt should serve as a warning to all mothers or daughters who suspect that their son or brother is in financial difficulty.
It started quite innocently when a friend of mine at a local bar suggested I might like to join him and some others in an after-hours poker game. I had always considered myself to be a good poker player and on this particular evening I did well. I felt very nervous when he showed me through to a back room of the bar. The other guys were not the types I normally mixed with. They were heavily built and tattooed and it would not have surprised me if they ran the local drugs trade. However, they welcomed me as a new player and, as I said, I did well and went home with twice the cash that I had to start with.
Predictably I suppose, my luck was to change for the worse. A week or so later I was invited back to play again. This time it went disastrously wrong. I suppose I was feeling over confident after the first time and also I suspect that they had let me win so as to entice me back before taking all of my money.
The game started reasonably well but soon I had lost all of my money. We were playing for higher stakes than I was comfortable with but I wanted to appear to be an experienced player. I was holding what I felt certain was a winning hand and when one of the guys offered to loan me IDR100,000,000 to enable me to continue I accepted his offer immediately, confident that I would win the IDR50,000,000 that was already on the table. In what I felt was the worst few hours of my life I lost and found myself looking at the big guys pleading for them to give me some time before paying them back. They agreed to a week and then, having searched my pockets and found my home address and phone number, they threw me out of the bar reminding me that I had exactly one week to pay them back. I owed these men almost half a year's salary and I had no idea where to or who to turn to.
The week passed quickly and one morning I noticed a large dark car parked outside my house. My fifty-two-year-old mother, Irene and twenty-three-year-old sister, Aurel had just left the house to go shopping. It was my cousin's wedding in a few weeks' time and my mother and sister were going to town to pick up their evening gowns that had been especially made for them.
Now alone in the house I recognised the two large guys walking up the drive and trembled as I heard the doorbell ring.
I contemplated not answering the door but fearing they would just smash it open I nervously released the locks, opened the door and stood to one side as they pushed by me and came inside.
"Where is our money you little wanker?" the largest of the two said. "We gave you a week to pay up and have not heard from you at all."
"I did not have time to raise the cash", I answered without any real conviction.
"Just ask your mother, I'm sure she can afford to pay her little boy's debts."
"I can't. She'll throw me out of the house if she finds out that I've lost money gambling."
As he spoke the other guy was looking around and then turned to the big guy and said, "It looks as though the family are well off. Let's just take whatever we can find and leave this little shit to explain to his mother that some nasty men forced their way in and burgled the house."
The big guy chuckled as he said to the other, "that should recover most of the debt but we've just seen the interest repayment leave the house earlier as we arrived."
I stood there silently, wondering what they meant and fearing that they would beat me or worse as the big guy said, "This is what is going happen. We are going to take any jewellery and valuables we can find to the value of your debt. You will have to make up a story about burglars and how they forced their way in."
I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that my mother had the house contents adequately insured. It seemed like an easy way out until the big guy added, "then we need to discuss the interest payment."
"What do you mean interest payment?" I wined.
"The interest you owe us is IDR20,000,000."
"Then please just take more items," I said.
The big guy looked at his accomplice and grinned as he said, "We need something other than cash or goods; something that will teach you a lesson not to get into debt again."
I felt fearful as I asked, "What did you have in mind?"
He then looked me straight in the eyes and said, "My friend and I like to visit whore houses from time to time. Do you know how much two high class whores cost for an evening?"
I had no idea and felt completely out of my depth as I replied, "No, I don't."
"Two good high class whores cost around the same as your outstanding interest."
I looked at him wondering where this conversation was going and then my heart began to sink as he continued, "we watched two high class whores walk out of this house just before we came in."
Rather naively I replied, "No, they were my mother and sister." But as the words left my mouth the truth of what he was saying hit me.
"We are going to take goods from your house now and you are then going to give us a spare key. Sometime during the next month or so we will return unannounced, take the three of you by surprise and then fuck both your mother and sister."
I started to protest but then stopped abruptly as the big guy suddenly thrust his hand between my legs and grabbed my scrotum in his large hand.
He squeezed hard causing me to cry out and then collapse onto the floor in agony as he released his grip. They left me groaning on the floor as they quickly searched the house before returning to me in the hallway carrying small but valuable items including most of my mother's jewellery and a couple of top end tablet computers.
The big guy paused menacingly above me and said, "Give me your door key or I'll crush your balls again,"
"It's on the table next to the house phone," I replied weakly, still clutching my groin.
He grabbed the key and before leaving the house, opened the front door and tried it in the lock. Satisfied that it was OK he put it in his pocket, turned to me and said, "see you soon you little wanker," before the pair of them walked off down the drive.
Somehow I managed to convince both my mother and the police that I had been overpowered by the burglars when I opened the door to them. My mother even told me not to worry as she hugged me and confirmed that the valuables were all covered by insurance.
During the next few days I worried constantly about the two guys returning. My mind was in turmoil; part of me was fearful of my mother finding out the truth about my gambling debt but, although I tried to suppress it, I actually felt aroused by the idea of watching my mother and sister at the mercy of the two guys. Eventually I convinced myself that it was the fantasy of watching their abuse rather than watching the harsh reality which would be awful.
