Nirav’s Assignment
Priya was
sorting through the freshly pressed laundry, as she collected Nirav’s clothes
into a pile and then carried them through to his room. He was sitting at his desk, a pencil in his
mouth as he stared at a blank piece of paper.
“Homework,” Priya
said as she put his clothes away.
“Hmmm,” Nirav
said as he stared at the paper. Priya
closed the last drawer and looked at him, sitting there in his shirt and
trousers. She herself was very
informally dressed for her, in an old white t-shirt and faded blue jeans.
“So what is
this homework for,” she asked again as Nirav shook his head.
“English,” he
said quietly, “We’ve been asked to write an essay based on a recent experience
– dramatise it a bit, make it exciting and thought provoking.”
“Sounds like it
might be fun,” Priya said as she looked over her son’s shoulder, “but why
haven’t you started?”
“Because I
don’t know if I can write about the experience I’m thinking off,” Nirav said as
he turned and looked at his mother. “I’m
thinking of that night – you know the one I mean.”
“Ah,” Priya
said as she sat down. “Yes, I do know
the one you mean – and I can understand why you find it difficult to write
about.” Although Priya and Jay had
managed to resolve their views on the time they were all held hostage – and Priya’s
recent experiences had helped her to understand her feelings about it – she
realised that they had never really asked Nirav how he had felt. He had said nothing, so they assumed he had
been able to deal with the fear.
“I’m not sure
you do. Mum,” Nirav said as he stood up.
“Those men made you do things to me, and then to Grandpa, that…”
He started
crying, sitting next to his mother and putting his face on her shoulder as she
held him. “I know, baby, I know,” she
said as she stroked his hair, “they terrified all of us, and I am not proud of
what they made me do.”
“It’s not
just that, though,” Nirav said as he looked at her, “I want to get this out of
me – it’s eating me up inside, but if I’m going to do this exercise then…”
“Yes?”
“Then I think
I need to re-enact some of it, see if I can work out what it was like for
myself.” He looked at his mother, and
said “Mum, I know it would be asking a lot but…”
“You want to
tie me up?”
“Yes – not to
do what they made you do, but to see if I can resolve it in my mind as
well. I also want you to tie me up, as
they did that day, to see if I can conquer that fear as well…”
Priya was
torn. On the one hand, after the day
with Antony she knew how much she enjoyed been bound. On the other, she knew how it made her feel –
and Nirav was still only a boy…
“All right,”
she said finally, “I think we can do that.
Your school is closed on Monday, yes?”
“It is, Mum,”
Nirav said as he looked at her.
“Very well
then, your father will leave for work at seven and arrive back at six. I say from nine to four, we do just that –
re-live some of those times, and see if we can help each other out. Does that sound fair to you?”
“Yes – yes it
does, Mum,” Nirav said before he hugged Priya, “and thanks.”
Monday
morning found Nirav sitting with his mother and father at the breakfast table, Nirav
wearing a t-shirt and shorts while his father was in his usual work
attire. Priya served their food and then
sat down, a dressing gown wrapped around her body.
“So what will
you two be doing today,” Jay said as he stood up.
“I’m going to
help Nirav with his English assignment - we’ll see what happens after that,” Priya
said as she stood up and kissed Jay.
“You go and meet with your father, and enjoy the trip you’re both taking
into town.”
“Very well
then – have fun,” Jay said as he picked up his briefcase and ran off. “Now then,” Priya said as she heard the front
door close, “I think we need to allow you to be bound first, so that you can
face that fear. Go to the toilet, and
meet me in the front room.”
“All right,
Mum,” Nirav said as he went off, and Priya went to a drawer, taking out some
lengths of cord she had cut before as well as a clean tea towel. As she walked into the front room, she took
several deep breaths, hoping the day would go well.
“All right,
mum,” he said as he walked back in, “what are you going to do?”
“We’ll do
what the two men did when you first walked in,” Priya said with a smile, “so
sit down, and when you’re ready put your hands together in prayer.”
Nirav sat on
the wooden double seat, took several deep breaths and then put his hands out,
watching as Priya tied his wrists together, taking the rope around and between
them.
“You remember
them doing that,” Nirav said as he let his hands drop. “You can’t really forget something like
that,” Priya replied as she knelt down and tied his ankles together, keeping
the rope over his socks, and then tied a length of rope from his wrists to his
ankles.
“You’re not
going to…”
“No,” Priya
said quietly, “I am not. Now, are you
ready to be gagged?”
Nirav nodded
as he opened his mouth, and Priya tied the rolled up towel between his teeth,
knotting the ends at the back of his head.
“Are you all right,” she said, smiling as Nirav nodded.
“Good – I’m
going to go and get changed, so sit still and I won’t be long.”
Nirav nodded
as he shifted round in his seat, watching as his mother walked off. As he heard the shower start, he slowly
started to move his hands up and down, trying to free them…
A half hour
later, Priya came back in, smiling at Nirav as he looked at her. She had changed into a pink tunic with long
sleeves, decorated with a gold pattern at the front and grey diamonds, with
more bands of gold and red decoration at the bottom, and a pair of orange
pants, to match the orange scarf that she wore around her neck and hanging down
the back.
“Wwww,” Nirav
mumbled as he looked at his mother, who walked behind him and removed the now
wet towel from his mouth.
“I felt I had
to dress a little for this,” his mother said with a smile. “Now, I’m going to cut you free – is there
anything you need to do before we begin.”
“I need to go
to the toilet,” he said quietly as Priya removed the ropes from his wrists and
ankles. “All right then,” Priya said,
“go and then come back, and you can tell me what you wish to do first.”
As she
watched him walk out of the room, Priya heard a knock on the front door. “I wonder who that could be,” she said as she
moved her scarf to cover her head, just in case, and went to see who was
calling.
“Hello
aunty,” the boy standing at the doorway said as she opened the door, his two
friends standing behind him, “Is Nirav here?”
“Aakar,” Priya
said as she looked at them, “I wasn’t expecting you – come in.”
“Thank you,”
Aakar said as he came in, followed by Nadir and Javed. All three boys were wearing shorts and
t-shirts. Priya let her scarf drop over
her shoulders, as she said “Would you boys like some soft drinks?”
“Thank you,
Aunty,” Aakar said as they sat down, watching as she walked out of the room and
down to the kitchen.
“She’s a real
beauty,” Javed said as he looked round the room.
“Yeah – Nirav’s
really lucky,” Aakar said as he heard the sound of water being poured.
“All right,
Mum, can you put your hands behind your back and I’ll tie them together…”
Nirav came
into the room, stopping short as he saw his three friends sitting there.
“Hi Nirav,”
Nadir said, “What do you mean, tie them together?”
“Errr… Er……” Nirav
stood there, with two lengths of rope in his hand, as Aakar leaned forward and
picked up the lengths of rope and wet towel from the floor.
“Now, here we
go boys,” Priya said as she walked in, and saw Nirav standing there. “Ah,” she said as she put the tray down on a
low table, “Nirav, sit down. We need to
explain what we were doing here.”
“Yes, Mum,” Nirav
said, sitting on a chair with his cheeks red with embarrassment.
“Nirav,”
Aakar said quietly, “Were you going to tie aunty’s wrists together?”
“Yyyyy yes,” Nirav
said, “You see, it’s for our English assignment – the one where we have to
write about a recent experience. You
see…”
“We were
robbed a few weeks ago,” Priya said as she poured the drinks. “Nirav, his grandfather, his father and I were
held hostage, and then all of us except his father were tied up and gagged
overnight.”
The three
boys looked at Nirav, before Javed said “You never told us.”
“Well, it was
a terrifying experience,” Priya said as she handed the glasses out, “but Nirav wanted
to write about it, and had asked if I would mind acting out some of the things
that happened. I don’t want to relive
the experience particularly, but I felt it would help.”
Priya cursed
herself for her little white lie at that point, but smiled and said “Well, now
that you boys are here, I guess we will need to postpone it.”
“Why?”
Nirav looked
at Aakar and said “I beg your pardon?”
He could see
the way his friend was looking at his mother, and wasn’t exactly happy about
how his eyes were fixed on her lips.
“I’ve played
tie-up games with my mother,” Aakar said quietly, “so I know what we need to
do. Of course, if you’re really too
scared…”
“I’m not
scared,” Nirav said, “so what do we need to do?”
“While you
decide that, I need to go to the toilet,” Priya said, but as she stood up the
corner of her scarf caught on the arm of the chair, pulling it away as she
turned and walked out of the room. Nadir
walked over and picked up the orange scarf, folding it and keeping it hidden
behind him.
“What do you
need that for,” Nirav said as he looked at him.
“You’ll see,”
his friend said as Priya came back, her chest now free of the covering. Nirav could see the three other boys staring
at her chest, and as he looked at the way the fabric stretched tightly over it,
and the top of her breasts was just visible, he realised that he liked the way
it looked as well.
“So,” Priya
said, “what do you want me to do, Nirav?”
“Put your
hands behind your back,” Nirav said, the three boys watching as he walked
behind her, and crossed her wrists behind her back, using one of the lengths of
rope from earlier to bind them tightly together. As she looked at Aakar, Nadir and Javed, she
could see their eyes fixed on her upper body, and glancing down she saw the way
her chest was sticking out slightly more than usual.
“You’re not
planning on doing anything, are you boys?”
“No, Aunty –
just watching,” Aakar said as Nirav sat his mother down in a chair, and put her
ankles side by side, tying them together with a length of rope as well.
“What else
did they to do you,” Javed said as he watched them.
“Well,” Priya
said quietly, “they tied my legs together below my knees as well. Nirav, you may do the same.”
Nirav was
actually trembling slightly as he wrapped the rope around them, pulling the
orange material tightly round his mother’s legs and taking the rope between
them. He also knew he was getting
excited about this, as he had a little when he’d come home to find his mother
like this, but he was desperate to hide that from his friends.
“Nice job,”
Nadir said as he stood up, “but you’re missing something.”
“Oh,” Priya
said, “and what is that?”
“A gag,”
Nadir said as he pulled Priya’s scarf tight in his hands.
“OF course –
but please, not too tightly,” she said as she opened her mouth, feeling the
material on her tongue as Nadir wrapped it twice around her head and tied the
ends together at the base of her neck.
As she bit down with her teeth, secretly she was enjoying the
experience, as she nodded to Nirav.
“Wow,” Aakar
said quietly, “Aunty looks really hot like this, doesn’t she boys?”
The others
nodded, Nirav despite himself, as Priya blushed at the compliment.
“But we need
to make sure she can’t get off this couch for a while – when the men were here,
did they tie her ankles to her wrists?”
Nirav looked
at her mother, who shook her head from side to side.
“Lie down,
aunty – let me show you what I do to my mum.”
Priya lay
herself on the couch, then grunted as the bossy rolled her onto her stomach,
putting a cushion under her head as Javed pulled her ankles back, and Aakar
tied her wrist to her ankles with another length of rope. It was a little uncomfortable, but Priya
rolled onto her side and nodded to show she was all right.
“Tell you
what aunty – you stay there for a while, and we’ll go and make lunch for you,
all right?”
“llrrtbsss,”
she mumbled through her gag as she watched the four of them leave, and then
wriggled round, able to enjoy her helplessness by herself, and also grateful
they were just boys.
She closed
her eyes and tried to move her legs to and fro, moaning slightly as she
realised how effectively she was tied…
“My mum likes
to do that as well.”
She opened
her eyes to see Aakar standing in the doorway, looking at her.
“The boys are
looking to see what else we can find to tie you up with,” he said as he walked
over, and knelt in front of Priya, “but I just wanted to do something for
myself.”
He put his finger
on Priya’s full lips, and traced around them, smiling as she involuntarily pursed them at his touch.
“Nirav is one
lucky guy,” Aakar whispered as he leaned over, and placed his own lips on Priya’s
making her give a muffled call as he gently kissed her.
“Hey – what
are you doing?”
“It’s all
right, Nirav,” Aakar said as he stood up, and winked at Priya, “I was telling
aunty she and mum should get together one day with the two of us, and play a
joint game.”
Nirav looked
at her mother, who nodded in reply, still a little in shock at what had just
happened.
“Help me
untie her legs,” Nirav said as he walked forward. “We’re going to take you into the kitchen,
Mum, and tie you to a chair as the robbers did before we eat.”
Priya nodded,
stretching her legs out and then standing up as they walked her into the kitchen. Javed and Nadir had already laid the table
and put food out, as Priya was helped to sit in a chair. Nirav then took her left leg, and Aakar her
right, as the two of them tied her ankles and knees to the chair leg.
As Nirav
untied her wrists, she raised her arms up and allowed Nadir to tie some rope
around her waist and the chair back, while Javed tied some over her lap.
“Now then,”
Aakar said as her gag was removed, “let’s eat.”
“thank you,” Priya
said as the boys sat down, and the conversation turned to the game at the
weekend, and the other schoolwork they had to do. As they ate, however, Priya was aware f the
glances all the boys were making towards her as she sat tied to the chair.
“Something
wrong, Nadir,” she said as she caught him open mouthed.
“Sorry,
aunty,” Nadir said. “Was it really that
scary when the men were here?”
“It was,” she
said quietly, “remember the evening meal Nirav?”
“Oh yes – we
were all tied to the chairs, all four of us, and then the front door bell rang,
and they tape gagged all of us…”
Nirav stopped
as he looked at the other boys. “What
are you all thinking?”
“Nothing,”
Aakar said as he stood up, “but we need to make sure aunty does not help with
the washing up. Can you put your arms
around the chair, aunty?”
“I suppose
so,” Priya said, secretly excited at what might happen as she moved her arms
around the side of the chair. Aakar stood
up and took some more rope they had found, tying her wrists together side by
side before securing them to the chair back, and then tying her upper arms to
the chair.
“This is
tight,” Priya said as she looked down, and noticed how much her chest had been
forced out as well – and how much all four boys were staring at it now.
“So you have
me captive again, what are you going to do – I might have to scream for help.”
“I thought of
that,” Javed said as he picked a sponge ball up from the table, and compressed
it in his hand, “open wide please Aunty.”
As Priya opened her mouth, he pushed the sponge in, watching as she
closed it and Nadir tore a strip off a roll of duct tape. Smoothing it down over her lips, he followed
it with two more, before saying “Try screaming now.”
“HHLPMMM” Priya
tried to call out, only for the muffled and quiet sound to be the only thing
heard. “Wow – I realise how well that
works now,” Nirav said as he looked at his mother. “They used sticking plaster to keep me quiet
when they made Mum and Dad tie me up for the night.”
“We’ll clear
up,” Nadir said as Nirav sat and stared at his mother, Priya wriggling round a
little as her top strained over her chest.
Nirav swallowed as he felt his body responding to the sight – and Priya
blushed when she saw that as well, thanks to the way Nirav was sitting.
Slowly, Nirav
stood up and said “Are you all right, Mum?
Can I do anything for you?” Priya
glanced over to see that the boys had their backs turned, and then glanced down
to her chest, before looking up at Nirav.
“Do you
really want me to do that?”
Priya nodded
slightly, then closed her eyes as she felt her son’s hands on her chest, trying
not to sigh too loudly as she felt her body respond to his touch as well. As for Nirav, he pressed gently and saw his
mother close her eyes, as he gently moved his hands round her chest…
“My mother
likes it when I do that as well.”
Nirav turned
to see the others watching him, and turned bright red as he stood up. “Aunty really does seem to like it – and you
seem to do as well,” Aakar said as he looked at him. “can we have a go?”
“No,” Nirav
said as he looked at them, Priya opening her eyes as she realised what had
happened.
“Aunty?”
Nirav turned
to look at Priya – and then felt himself been pulled back by Javed and Nadir as
they made him sit in another chair, Javed pulling his arms round the chair and
tying his wrists together as Nadir took care of his legs.
“You can’t do
this, boys,” Nirav called out, “she’s my mother!”
“I don’t
think she minds,” Aakar said as Nirav found himself tied tightly to the chair,
“and you won’t have much to say about it.”
Despite his struggles, Nirav soon found himself with a sponge ball in
his mouth, and his lips covered with strips of duct tape, watching as Aakar
stood behind Priya and put his arms round her, his hands rubbing in a circle
over her chest.
Priya was
unable to stop herself as she closed her eyes and pushed her chest out – and Nirav
was unable to stop his body responding to the sight of his helpless mother
having her chest fondled by his friends, as one by one they took turns to touch
her breasts and hear her moans.
As for Priya,
she was losing herself again in her injaylity to move and speak. The touches were soft, gentle, tentative, and
somehow they made her feel all the better – as she opened her eyes and saw how
excited Nirav was getting at the sight.
Far too
excited, in fact, as Nirav felt his body respond totally. He looked down and closed his eyes, shaking
his head and hoping his friends would not notice.
“Thsstnnfff,”
Priya said as she opened her eyes and looked at Aakar, “tkmmggffnw”
She winced a
little as the tape was pulled away, and pushed the wet sponge out, before she
said “Aakar, will you and the boys untie me please, and then wait in the front
room while I untie Nirav? I have an idea
I think you all will like.”
“Sure aunty,”
Aakar said as the three boys untied her, and then left her to release Nirav
from the chair. “It’s all right,” she
whispered as she removed his gag, and then untied him, “don’t worry Nirav –
what happened is natural. I’m not going
to punish you for it.”
“But you’re
my mother – it feels wrong.”
“It’s not –
look, go to the toilet and wash up. I’ll
talk to the boys and put an idea to them, all right?”
Nirav nodded
and walked off as Priya went into the front room.
“Listen,” she
said as she looked at them, “how would you three like to pretend to be the gang
that held us hostage? Nirav and I will
change, and then you can tie us both up, gag us, and make us tell you where the
valuables are by – well, by touching me and making Nirav talk. One rule – my upper body only, nothing lower,
understand?”
“Will you do
that for us, aunty?”
“I will – now
go, gather what you need, and hide in the kitchen so that you can surprise
us.” Priya left the room, smiling to
herself as she went to talk to Nirav.
Half an hour
later, the two of them walked back into the front room. Nirav was wearing a pair of light coloured
trousers and a long jacket, while Been had changed into a purple sari, the top
sitting over her shoulders and the sari itself having a white rose pattern with
large coloured spots at the edges.
“Thank you
for taking me out,” Priya said, “I’ve had a wonderful day, but I’m glad to be…”
“Nobody
move!”
They turned
to see Aakar, Nadir and Javed standing n the doorway. The boys had wrapped scarves over their lower
faces, and were holding toy pistols pointed towards them.
“What is the
meaning of this,” Nirav said as he stepped forward, only for Javed to point his
gun at him and say “We told you not to move.
Do you want to be shot?”
“Please,” Priya
said in mock terror as she raised her hands, “we won’t do anything, just don’t
hurt us.”
“Both of
you,” Aakar said as he held up some lengths of brown rope, “turn round and put
your hands behind your back. We need to
keep you out of the way while we raid the house.”
“You can’t do
this to us,” Nirav shouted, only for Aakar to grab Priya’s arm and say “yes,
you will – or we shoot your wife now.”
“Please,” Priya
said as she winked at Nirav, who nodded and put his hands behind his back,
allowing Javed to cross and tie them tightly together while Nadir did the same
to Priya. He then watched as Aakar took
a long length of rope, and started to bind his mother’s arms to her side,
taking it above and below her chest as her Sari slipped off her shoulder and
sat at the top of the upper band of rope.
He was dimly aware of Javed doing the same to him, before they were both
made to sit on the couch.
Javed and Nadir
then tied their ankles, side by side, and then their legs, pulling the lower
half of Priya’s sari over her legs as they did so. Aakar then took two clean dish towels and
used them to gag the pair, before he said “Right – let’s search the place.”
They left the
room, as Priya and Nirav looked at each other, Nirav staring at the way his
mother’s chest moved between the bands of ropes.
“Trnrrnd,” Priya
said as she looked at Nirav, “ssffwcnnteerwrsists.”
Nirav
shuffled round as he felt his mother trying to find the knots holding the rope
tight around his wrists, but after a few minutes she gave up and she tried to
do the same to her. He found it too
difficult, however, and then felt his mother leaning over, as his fingers found
the cloth between her lips.
Edging a
finger under the band, he slowly moved it to and fro and forwards, until he
heard his mother say “Thank you.”
Turning his head, he saw he had managed to ease the towel out of her
mouth as it hung loosely round her neck, and she smiled at him.
“Let me see
if I can pick the knot with my teeth,” she said as Nirav turned his back to
her, but before she could do anything he heard Aakar say “what’s going on,” and
then heard Priya say “no.”
Turning
round, he saw Aakar holding his mother from behind, his hands on her chest as
he started to play with it. “NNNNNN” Nirav
called out as he watched his mother being touched in that way, and Aakar
smiling as he did so.
“Please,
don’t” Priya said quietly, as she felt her own chest firming to the young boys
touch.
“what’s
wrong, man – don’t like what I’m doing to her?
Would you like to feel her there?”
Nirav looked
at Aakar, as he said “Go on – bury your head in there.” Priya nodded again to her sin, as he shuffled
forward and put his head on her chest, hearing her strong and fast heartbeat as
he nuzzled her breasts.
“Oh,” Priya
said quietly, “That does feel good.”
Nirav was
enjoying himself as well, as he wondered what was going to happen next. He heard his mother then give a muffled call,
and looking up he saw that the tea towel had been stuffed back into her mouth
and tied into place.
For Priya,
she was feeling a warmth within herself, but she knew it could not go too far –
not just because this was her son, but because it was teenagers, not grown
men.
“All right,”
Aakar said as Nirav was pulled back by the other two, “he can watch now.” One by one the others took turns to touch Priya
on the chest, gently stroking her or squeezing her as Nirav watched, unable to
stop them – or wanting to, as he saw his mother’s reaction.
Her Sari was
tightly bound round her legs and her chest, but the sleeves of her top were
starting to slip down her arms, exposing her shoulders. She felt Aakar’s hands on them, and turned to
look at him, shaking her head to show she did not want that to happen.
“Oh crap,”
Javed suddenly said, “Look at the time – we need to get going.”
“Nmmnnnttbs.”
Aakar untied
the scarf from Priya’s mouth, and waited as she worked her lips before saying
“If you are going to go, will you allow Nirav and me to play one more game
after you go?”
Nirav looked
at his mother, who smiled and said “when the robbers came, you were left alone
in your room. This time, we shall be
together – if you want that?”
Nirav nodded
as Priya said “untie us – and allow us to change into something suitable for
bed. Then I want you to tie us up,
together, in my bedroom.”
It was about
six when Jay came back into the house, and called out “I’m home!”
There was no
reply, so he looked round, and said “Priya?
Nirav? Where are you?”
“Nhhrrrr.”
Jay opened
the door to his bedroom and looked at Priya and Nirav, who were lying back to
back on their bed. Priya was wearing a
lilac coloured top with buttons down the front, and a pair of purple bottoms,
while Nirav had on a t-shirt and shorts.
Both of them were bound with ropes, their hands secured behind their
backs, and bands of rope around their ankles, legs, thighs, waist and
chest. They also had a strip of brown
fabric plaster over their mouths, and Nirav had one of his mother’s scarves
tied over his eyes and ears.
As for Priya,
the top two or three buttons on her top were open, and the front pulled open
slightly, and it was obvious to Nirav someone had been – playing with her. Priya looked at her husband, and shook her
head to tell him he should be quiet.
“What happened,”
Jay said as he sat by his wife, helping her to sit up and hugging her before he
removed the plaster and kissed her.
“A game with Nirav
and his friends, that’s all – no murderous callers,” Priya said quietly. “I think he is asleep – can you untie me and
I will prepare dinner?”
“A game –
why?”
“I will
explain in the kitchen,” Priya said as Jay untied her arms, and she hugged him
in return. “Let us say it means he has
put some things behind him now.”
Priya walked
to the door and opened it, to see a woman standing outside, dressed in a purple
tunic and pants.
“Nisha,” Priya
said as she opened the door, “What can I do for you?”
“I think we
should talk,” Nisha said as Priya closed the door, “about Aakar…”
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