Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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My college exams were over. So I was free for the next month or so. I got up early and got dressed. Most of my class mates live within a radius of half a kilometer. We had decided to collect at the local Park at seven to play a game of cricket. I was ready to go when my mother called me. She gave me a strip of medicines and told me to give it to aunt Shelja. She told me to hurry as Shelja had fallen in her bathroom and had hurt her right wrist.
Aunt Shelja is my father's elder sister. She is a spinster and lives alone in a duplex at a distance of 5 km from our house. I knew I won't be able to reach for the game in time. But what could be done. I put the strip of medicine in my shirt pocket and started for aunt's place on my 'Hero' bicycle, gifted to me by my mother on my eighteenth birthday last year. I tried to paddle as fast as I could.
Aunt Shelja is a spinster. She is a very bossy, egoistic and fussy type of woman. Nobody in the family likes her. Rather everybody hates her and she also keeps aloof and prefers to stay away from the family. My father is the only person who tolerates her somehow. She had been the cause of a lot of anxiety and tension in the family. It was said that my mother had to suffer much humiliation because of her. My other uncles and aunts abused her openly. But natural, that I was also not favorably inclined towards her.
Outwardly also she is not an attractive person. Unlike most females our family, who very beautiful and had, if not gorgeous, very lovely curvaceous bodies she was tall, thin and frail. She had a thin face with small thin lips and a sharp nose and sharp shin. It could have been lovely if she had learnt to smile and laugh. But I had never seen her smiling. She is a teacher at the government school and her students also are more afraid of her than the principal of the school. She is flat chested though her back side is not bad.
As I reached her house I found the outer door open. I went in and couldn't find her in the front living room or the kitchen. I tip toed to another room which I had rightly assumed to be the bedroom. There she was sitting on the bed both her hands in her lap.
"What took you so long? You mother said she will send you immediately." She growled.
The words made my blood really boil. I felt like throwing the strip of tablets in her face. I wanted to really punish this thankless woman somehow. I had come cycling as fast as I could on those busy roads. It was not my fault that she had chosen to live so far away from the rest of the family. But then tears started flowing down her skinny, hollow cheeks. Now how does one punish a woman already whimpering with pain? Suddenly my eyes fell on her right hand lying in her lap. The wrist and the back of her hand were swollen. Being a player of our city cricket team I have seen many such injuries on the playground and I knew immediately that this was not an injury which is going to heal any soon specially with these simple painkillers. I felt pity for her. Chances were that she may have fractured one or both the bones of her fore arm. I moved closer and wiped her tears. I very gingerly put one finger on the swollen wrist and she immediately winced and gave a loud yell.
"Aunt Shelja, your wrist needs proper medical attention. it is not going to heal with these medicines." I said as softly as I could muster. I took out the strip of tablets from my pocket and placed them on the bedside table.
"I know. You just give me the tablets" she said in a rigid tone.
"You get dressed and I will take you to the hospital." I said and went out bugged and angry. I went to the kitchen and filled a glass of water and took out an ice tray from the fridge to make a cold compress. I heard a loud noise of something falling.
"Ronnie" She yelped from the bedroom. I rushed back to the bed room anxious "what the hell?"
She was standing next to her wardrobe with a drawer lying on her feet. "I can't lift my arm." Tears were dripping from her eyes and rolling down her cheeks uncontrollably.
"I know. I think there is a fracture or a dislocation."
"How am I going to change?"
I looked at her. She was right. She was wearing a knee length nightie. Either you remove it by lifting it up above your head or you could open the back zipper and let it slid down your feet. She was unable to perform either of the two tasks.
"Let me help you" I said placing the glass and ice tray on the bed.
"I am not wearing anything underneath." She said trying to move away from me.
"But I had already moved behind her. In a flash I got the idea how I was going to get even with her. "Stand still." I said and undid her zipper."
"Is there any other alternative?" I said firmly and moving my hands over her shoulders slowly peeled down her nightie until her left hand was free from it. Then I slowly took out her right hand out of it. She again winced but her hand was soon out of her nightie. I let go of the nightie and it dropped on the floor.
She was standing in front of me totally naked. It all happened so unexpectedly and so fast that she was unable to utter a protest. She tried to hide her nakedness by cupping her crotch with her left hand, saw the futility of here action and dropped the hand back on her side. I feasted my eyes on her body taking in every detail of her back and hips and legs. She saw it all. I turned her around and ran my eyes from head to foot, taking in every detail. I wanted her to know what was happening. The front of my pants was bulging. My dick was erect and rock hard. I hoped she will notice that. There was a strong urge to feel and touch her. I took out a pair of panties and bra from the fallen drawer and started dressing her up.
I got down on my knees, my mouth close to her crotch and lifted her one leg. She immediately placed her healthy hand on my head for support. I put her foot in the one of the leg openings and repeated the same procedure with the other leg. I lifted her panties higher and let the back of my hand caress her hairy vulva. Then I helped her put on her bra again boldly letting my hand rove over her tiny boobs. Then I helped her with Salwar and Kameez not missing any chance to touch and feel her. Through whole this episode she kept her head down evading any eye contact. I knew she was feeling miserable but I wanted her to get the taste of her own medicine.
When she was completely dressed up, I took out two pills from the strip and gave her. She gulped them down with water I had brought. Then I sat her down and wrapped the ice tray in a chunni (a soft light cloth worn over the kameez) and placed it under her wrist. She sobbed and moaned a little but soon it was evident that the medicine and the cold compress were taking effect. I didn't wait for long, made a temporary sling out of the same chunni, combed her hair wrapped them in a bun and took her to the hospital on her scooter.
It took us 4 hours at the hospital. The x rays were done. And thank God there was no fracture, only soft tissue injury. A tendon or muscle tear. Her wrist and hand were wrapped in a crape bandage and the arm was put in a sling and she was given some medicines and a tube of cream to rub on the wrist. And we were sent back to come after 5 days for follow up.
When we reached back she thanked me a lot for everything in a very formal voice. It was a signal for me to get out. But I was not going to be put off easily.
"It is already time for lunch. Shall I bring you something?"
"No, no, you have already done a lot. Moreover I am not feeling hungry."
"Ok I will bring dinner in the evening."
I said and moved closer to her. I started taking of the sling.
"What are you doing?"
"i think I will help you change back into your house dress before I go. You won't be comfortable in these clothes. And I don't think you are going anywhere in the coming few days."
I had already removed the sling before she could protest. And my hand went under her Kameez and inside her Salwar. I purposefully fumbled a little to feel her crotch and then found the drawstring and pulled it the Salwar fell on the floor. Then I started lifting her Kameez above her head. "There is no need to remove this." she said. But I was not listening to her. As the Kameez rose above her breasts she gave in and I slowly carefully removed it. Next I moved my hand behind her and undid the bra and removed it. She was not feeling as shy as she had felt the first time but still there was some hesitation and anxiety. I was enjoying it all the more. Then I kneeled in front of here and started peeling of her panties down. She protested but I kept on rolling them down. "What if you want to pee? You won't be able to take them off in time or put them on back. Chances are you will pee inside them." I told her in a scolding tone, making it clear that there was no love lost between us. Her hairy pubic mound was in front of my eyes. I could see her love lips and the slit between them clearly. The smell of her sex was strong. Maybe she was getting wet. I inhaled deeply. She saw that and again tried to hide her womanhood with her healthy hand but I took her hand in my hand and got up. I led her to the closet and chose a gown of my own choice, a front opening one. I helped her into it. She gave out a sigh of relief when her body was again fully covered again.
"I will be back at night with the dinner. You can ring up mom if you need anything else." I said lifting her chin and looking into her eyes. She immediately averted her eyes. I patted her cheek. She just nodded her head. I entered one finger in her bun and removed the hair band her hair fell all over her shoulders. "This looks better." I said and again patted her cheeks. She wanted to come to the door to see me off. But I told her to lie down and take it easy. I let myself out and rode back to my house happy as a lark.
