Mother’s Love
As Makunouchi
Hiroko looked out over the harbour, she felt a sense of contentment at a good
day’s work completed. The boat had
returned with a good catch from the latest trip, and there had been no
complications in the other trivial matters that are part of running the family
fishing firm.
The one thing
that concerned her was her son – he had taken part in his latest fight last
night, and it had by all accounts been a brutal affair. Even when he returned with his trainer, and
collapsed into his bed, she knew from the bruises and cuts he had given as well
as he had taken – and in a strange way she was proud of him for that.
She took off
the heavy apron she was wearing, hanging it on the wall, and rubbed the back of
her neck under her long brown hair. What
she really needed now was a long soak in a hot bath and a relaxing quiet
evening at her home. She looked down at
her red jumper, stained work trousers and boots, and let out a long sigh.
“Yes, a nice
quiet night,” she said to herself as she set off to walk back from the harbour
to her apartment – but as she got closer, she could see the lights in her
window, and she let another sigh – this one more of frustration than of
tiredness.
“Here we go
again,” she said as she walked up to the apartment and opened the door. She could hear the three female voices as
soon as she came in, and wondered if Ippo was awake as well.
“Quiet,” one
of the voices said as she walked up to the door to the main room and looked
in. Ippo was not there, but the three
girls she expected to see were, bowing and saying “Good evening, Makunouchi-san”
as they did so.
Hiroko looked
at each of them in turn. Standing in the
door that she knew led to Ippo’s room was Mashiba Kumi, still dressed in her
nurse’s uniform of a short sleeved blue dress with puffed sleeves and a knee
length skirt, the white collar and cuffs matched by her apron, white tights and
shoes. Her brown hair was cut in a
fringe around her expressive face.
Then, next to
the bookcase, there stood Limua Mari, looking at Hiroko through her wire rimmed
glasses. Her long dark hair fell down
the back of her purple jacket, which was fastened over her red blouse. The matching skirt was down to her knees, and
she wore dark stockings and low heeled shoes.
It was her who had said to be quiet as Hiroko had come in, and she was
smiling in that strange way she had.
And there was
Itakagi Nanako, her unkempt brown hair framing her angular face as she sat on
the low seat. She was Ippo’s self styled
greatest fan, and was still in her school uniform – a white blouse with a red
bow tie, a sleeveless tan pullover and skirt, white socks and Mary Jane shoes.
For weeks now
the girls had been arguing over who was Ippo’s true love, and for weeks Hiroko
had borne the discussions, arguments and raised voices with good grace. Tonight, however, she was not sure if she was
in the mood as she looked round the room.
“Good
evening, girls,” she finally said with a smile.
“If you will allow me a few minutes, I will prepare some drinks for you,
but I really need to wash up first.”
“Thank you,”
all three said as they bowed their heads in respect. Hiroko walked past and looked in on her son,
asleep on his bed, before she went to the kitchen to wash her hands and find
some glasses. As she did so, she
retrieved a small bottle from a cupboard, and smiled broadly.
“Here we
are,” Hiroko said as she brought in a tray and laid it on the table. “Please, sit down and help yourselves.” She sat on the mat, crossing her legs as she
selected a glass, and watched as the others did likewise.
“This is most
kind of you, Makunouchi-San,” Mari said as she took a drink.
“Please, let
us not stand on formality – you may call me Hiroko,” Ippo’s mother said as the
other two took their drinks and sipped them.
“I suppose Ippo must be so glad to have so many adoring fans clamouring
to look after him.”
“It is my
pleasure, Maku... Hiroko,” Kumi said as
she sipped her drink, her legs crossed under her skirt. Of the three, Hiroko knew that Kumi had been
by the side of Ippo the longest, and tended his wounds while trying not to lose
her temper. In some ways, she regretted
what she had done to her, but only in some.
As for
Nanako, she was talking constantly of the fight the previous night, and the way
the blows had rained down upon Ippo, but he had stood his ground. Hiroko quietly sipped her tea and watched, as
the three girls drained their glasses and put them back on the tray.
“Forgive me,”
Kumi said as she put her hand to her mouth and yawned, “but suddenly I feel
very, very...” She did not finish her
sentence, as her head fell to the side and she slumped to the floor, her eyes
closed. Mari and Nanako looked at each
other before they too fell asleep, Hiroko watching the whole time.
“I am sorry,
girls,” she said as she stood up, and picked up the tray, “but all three of you
are not giving my son the chance to recover properly.” She took the tray to the kitchen, washing the
glasses carefully before she picked up the small brown bottle and closed it
tight.
“Now then,”
she said as she went to a store cupboard, and retrieved several lengths of
rope, “I need to make my guests comfortable before I finally have that bath...”
Returning to
the front room, she knelt next to Kumi, and brushed her hair away from her
face. “My apologies, little one,” she
said as she rolled Kumi onto her stomach, and crossed her wrists behind her
back, “but if I treat you all the same, then there is no reason to think any one
of you has led me to this.” Taking the
first of the lengths of rope, she tied her wrists tightly together, using the
skills of a fisherman to make sure they were well secured, and then rolled her
back over onto her back.
Heading to
the bathroom, she returned with a first aid kit, and opened it before removing
a pack of bandages and some medical tape.
Opening Kumi’s mouth, she packed some bandage into it, before closing it
again and sealing her lips with several strips of the tape. Hiroko then picked her up and laid her gently
on the long seat Nanako had been sitting on, and bound her ankles tightly
together.
“Now,” she
said as she looked at the other two women, “What to do about you...”
Nanako slowly
opened her eyes, wondering why she had suddenly felt so sleepy, but as she
tried to move she realised that something was restricting her movements. Looking down, she saw that her legs were
crossed in front of her, and bands of brown rope were holding her sock covered
ankles tightly together.
There was a
length of rope running up from her ankles, curled round itself, and as she sat
back against the wall she saw the second band of rope around her waist, the
length running from it to her ankles. That
band of rope also held her wrists firmly against her back, and as she felt with
her fingers she could feel the rough ropes around her own wrists.
As she tried
to wriggle her arms, she realised that yet more rope was holding them to her
sides, and a further glance down showed her the band sitting on top of her
chest. From the tightness and the
feelings she had, she guessed a second band was sitting under her chest as
well.
Her mouth
felt funny as well, as if it was stuffed with cotton wool, and something was
pressing against her cheeks that felt similar.
“Whstggngg,” she moaned, and with a sinking feeling she realised that
she was gagged with some sort of cloth.
Looking round
the room, she first saw Kumi lying on the recliner. She too had bands of rope around her arms and
legs, but her mouth was covered in white tape, with something underneath
judging from the way her cheeks were puffed out. Her eyes were still closed, and she stirred a
little as she breathed out through her nose.
“Whtthhppnd,”
she heard Mari say, and as she looked to her left she saw the dark haired woman
lying on the floor, a knotted scarf sitting between her lips as she tried to
move her head. Whoever had done this had
removed her glasses, the band of silk holding her hair to the back of her head,
but they had also bound her with ropes around her arms and chest, over her red
blouse, her arms arranged behind her in a box and tied wrist to elbow. Her ankles had been crossed and lashed
together, and then pulled back before they were tied to her chest ropes.
Mari turned
her head and looked at Nanako, then to Kumi, before she started to struggle and
callout “HHLPPPPP!!! HLLPSSSSS!”
“Quiet,”
Hiroko said as she stood in the doorway, dressed in a floor length dressing
gown with her hair wrapped in a towel, “I do not wish you to wake Ippo.”
Kumi slowly
opened her eyes, looked at the other two and then at Hiroko, before saying
“Uddths? Wh?”
“I will
explain when I am dressed,” Hiroko said as she looked at them, “until then, be
patient.”
The three
girls stared wide eyed at the older woman, as she walked off, and then looked
at each other.
“Shhddths? Y?” Nanako said as she looked at the other
two girls.
“Dntkknn –
bthtths,” Mari said as she tried to struggle free again, finding the knots and
ropes too tight.
“Dnttrr –
shssvrgd,” Kumi said as she sighed under her tape gag. “Jstrlxnddntft.” She closed her eyes – in a way, she had
figured out why Hiroko had taken such drastic action – the question now was
what she had planned next.
“That’s
better,” Hiroko finally said as she came back in, dressed in a purple double
breasted jacket and matching leather skirt.
She had a black cravat tied round her neck, and a pair of black knee
length leather boots on. Standing in the
centre of the room, she looked at her three captives, and smiled.
“Now then,
all three of you clearly have feelings for my son, but you are unable to stop
arguing with each other about which is the right one for him. Well, I think the time has come to let him
decide – but he must choose from one of you.
Accordingly, you will do exactly what I say – or I will take more
drastic action. Do you understand?”
“Lkkwht,”
Nanako said as she looked at Ippo’s mother, but as she produced a riding crop
from behind her back she stayed quiet, nodding meekly as she realised what
could happen.
“Excellent –
I will untie you, one by one, allow you to bathe and change into clothes I have
laid out for you, and then when Ippo wakes he will decide. Who wishes to go first?”
“Ewwl,” Kumi
said as she looked at Hiroko. “As you
wish,” the older woman said as she untied her legs, then helped her to stand
up, “Come with me.” The other two
watched as she was led out, and the sound of running water came into the silent
room.
After some
time, Hiroko returned, and released Mari from her hogtie, then helped her to
stand up. Nanako watched as she too was
led out, and then the water started running again.
Finally, she
was released from her leg binding by Hiroko, who led her to the bathroom before
untying her and removing her gag.
“Shower,” was all she said as she opened the cubicle, and allowed the
young girl to let the warm water flow over her hair and body.
Eventually,
she came out with a towel wrapped around her body. “What will you tell our parents,” she said as
she saw Hiroko standing there, a pile of clothing folded in her hands.
“I called
them and told them Ippo had invited you to stay the night,” was all she said as
she laid the clothes on the laundry box.
“You have ten minutes to dry and change.”
Nanako looked
at the clothes, then at Hiroko and saw the stern look in her face, before
nodding and saying “Yes, Makunouchi-San” and bowing with deference.
“Good – be
quick, your friends are waiting,” Hiroko said as she left the bathroom....
Ippo opened
his eyes, stretched and yawned, then groaned as the events of the day before
yesterday came back to mind. Slowly, he
got off the cot and stood up, then pulled on a dressing gown and went to the
kitchen.
“Ah, good
morning,” his mother said as she looked at him, then returned to preparing the
breakfast.
“Good
morning,” he said as he sat down and accepted the meal, “How long this time?”
“Most of
yesterday – are you feeling better?”
“A bit yes –
I thought I heard the girls here.”
Hiroko
stopped for a moment, then sat and looked at her son. “Ippo,” she said as she looked at him, “It is
unfair to them and to you to have all three chasing you. You must decide which is the right one for
you.”
“How? They all support me in their own ways – even
Nanako. How am I expected to choose
between them?”
“Come with
me,” Hiroko said as she took Ippo by the hand, and led him to the spare
bedroom. As she slid the door open, he
looked in and gasped.
Kumi, Mari
and Nanako were lying side by side on the bed, dressed in silk vests and boxing
shorts, with white socks on their hands and ankles. Each girl had their wrists crossed and tied
together, then secured above their heads to the top of the bed, while their
ankles were secured together and to the bottom.
Strips of white tape covered their mouths, as they twisted and mewled at
Ippo.
“You must
decide in the way you see fit,” Hiroko said as she clapped her hand on her
son’s shoulder, making him wince. “I
must go to work – enjoy deciding.”
The three
girls looked at Ippo, and saw the smile spread on his face as he closed the
door to...
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