30-03-2019, 02:22 PM
Part 05
Silence again. They all listened to the birds, and Riya prayed the car would start.
"And what about the panties?"
"Wha..."
"The panties. ARE You wearing panties..."
"Yes."
"Do they match the bra? Are they a set?"
"S...s..sort of..."
She was dying. This is so shameful.
"Sort of?"
"Well...They...they're white too..."
"I see. That's nice."
A pause.
"Well, I guess we'd better get going," Rakesh said finally.
A wave of relief swept over Riya. She took a deep breath.
"We're going to leave the blindfold on for the journey. Okay, Riya? It part of the test."
She nodded. Anything to get moving.
Rakesh started the ignition bur the car didn't move.
Again, she heard some rustling in the front seat.
"You know, before we go," Rakesh said casually, sounding only inches from her. "I guess we really ought to just check to make sure your telling us the truth."
Riya's heart sank. She thought it skipped a beat or two. She instinctively drew her arms around herself.
"Relax, Riya," Rakesh said." It's nothing major. You won't even have to take anything off."
She couldn't relax. She knew what this request meant. She could feel her face burning under the blindfold. Her breath felt hot on her own chest.
She could also here the heavy breathing of everyone in the car.
"Now, tell you what," he continued, "just reach up and undo the top of your @jeans."
Oh God. This is a nightmare… "I wish I had never agreed to go on this wretched trip" she thought dejectedly.
Her hands felt glued to the seat.
"Come on, Riya. This is the test!"
Slowly, she moved her hands along her thighs and reached up to the button of her @jeans. Her fingers felt dead. She sucked in her breath and worked her thumbs underneath the waistline. She rotated the metal button through the slot in the material.
"Good," Rakesh said.
"Now pull down the zipper"
Riya took another deep breath and lifting her bottom off of the seat, worked the zipper down an inch or so. The @jeans opened in a V pattern, exposing the top of her panties.
Riya could hear the others nervously adjusting in their seats.
"Now, just pull the top of your panties up a bit so we can all see."
She grasped the material in the front and pulled it up, pulling it tight over her crotch.
"Can everyone see?" Rakesh asked.
There was a general affirmative grunting, and their proximity started to make her feel sick.
"That's great," said Rakesh, suddenly sounding like he was right in front of her.
She released the material, and, lifting her bottom from the seat, started to work the zipper back up.
"Ah, just leave them that way." Rakesh instructed. "It'll be more comfortable."
She slowly lowered herself back down into the seat. She moved her hands, laying her palms them over the exposed area. She pushed her bottom as far back into the seat as possible, and sat with her shoulders slumped forward.
Rakesh looked at the boys. There was a glint of mischief in his eyes. They all knew what was coming next.
"Now, show us your bra, Riya."
She became dizzy. So lightheaded that she almost fainted.
She sat there as if utterly immobilized by a bolt from the blue.
Tension had built up to the point of exploding the whole car. Yet nobody said a word.
"P...pl...please. I'm not lying."
"It's all part of the test."
Suddenly, she began to cry. The tears just burst out, and she hung her head down. Her beautiful thick dark hair fell forward over her chest. She started to reach toward her eyes.
"DON'T touch the blindfold!" hissed Rakesh, so sharply that even the other guys were taken aback by his tone.
Her hands stopped midway at the sudden sharpness of his voice. Slowly she let her hands drift back to the top of her @jeans, laying them flat over her exposed panties. Tears welled up behind her large blindfold and then seeped out from the sides, running down the far side of her cheeks. They let her cry quietly for a moment.
"Now, come on Riya, its not so bad," said Rakesh. "Showing us your bra is no worse than being at the swimming pool."
She didn't respond. After a moment she stopped crying. She sniffled and brought her right index finger up to her delicate nose and gently rubbed underneath.
"We're going to run out of gas here," said Rakesh, again sounding so close, but in a different spot, more to her right. He sounded ominous.
She heard the engine being turned off.
There was silence again. A deadly silence all around her, made further unbearable by the blindfold on her face. She silently cursed Kiran, the other girls and even her mother for putting her in a situation like this.
Yet, she realized that he was serious. And that she had no option.
"All you have to do is just show us the material, just so we know you were telling the truth, that's all."
Resigned, Riya's hands drifted up from the exposed area of her panties to the bottom of her T-shirt. She ran her thumbs against the material, hoping against hope that Rajesh would somehow change his mind and call off this… this… this TORMENT.
"Good girl," Rakesh said, though this time he sounded much further away and normal.
Slowly, she pulled the material up over the top of her @jeans, exposing her creamy skin. She pulled it up beyond her navel.
"Now come on and sit up straight."
"Hold on," Rakesh said,
She stopped.
"Pull your hair back behind you, away from your face. We need to be able to see clearly."
Riya fought back tears.. She reached up and with the back of her hand, pulled her hair away from her chest, pushing it back over her shoulders. She tried to sit up straight.
"Okay, much better."
She took a breath and grasped the front of her T-shirt again. She pulled it up just to the bottom of the bra.
Slowly she pulled it up to expose the bottom half of each full bra-cup. Her hands made two tight fists which met in the middle of the top of her breasts, squeezing them inwards together like balloons, forcing them both to bulge out from the edges even more. She held the position. They could easily see the material.
"Come on, Riya. We've got to see about the lacy top part as well."
Choking back a new sob of humiliation at being forced to display herself like this, she pulled her T-shirt up farther, exposing the creamy skin of her cleavage.
"Higher, all the way up."
She could now hear raspy breathing all around her and the guys shifting uneasily in their seats. She pulled the shirt all the way up so that it was bunched up beneath her chin. Fully realizing the obscene display she was making, she turned her head to one side in shame. She let out another sob, her face turning a crimson red.
"Well that does have some nice lace work on it, though not very see-through I may say" Rakesh remarked. His voice sounded odd, like it was partially obstructed. "Can you guys all see that?"
There were a few whispering grunts - the guys were so mesmerized and tongue tied by the sight in front of them.
"See, its not so bad. What's all the crying about?" asked Rakesh.
With one swift move, Riya pulled the T-shirt back down.
There was a moment of silence.
"You know what," he continued, "I think that since you are so uncomfortable, what we need to do is get you used to being more casual."
"P..p..please," she said, frozen in position. Her hands gripped the bottom of the T-shirt, making the knuckles go white.
"Why don't we take the T-shirt off all together..."
Part 06
"NOOOOO..."
"...and have you ride for a while in your bra, just to kind of get you used to it?"
She could hear the boys tittering at this suggestion.
"No..PLEASE...I don't need...
"Yes, I think it's a good idea. It'll help loosen you up."
"NO, my God, what about...what about the other cars..."
"See, there you go again. These days actresses wear much less than that big bra you are wearing and they sing and dance without a concern. They even get wet in the rain songs. How can you ever be an actress if you are so shy?"
Riya really started to panic now. But how would she get home from here? Where was the nearest phone? You never know who might be on the road.
As if reading her mind, Rakesh said, "It's all part of the test, Riya. You have to do as your told..."
He paused for a moment.
"... or we can let you out here, but your T-shirt is coming up here in the front with your shoes and socks either way."
She realized she had no choice. He sounded so serious, and she knew that alone, in just her bra and @jeans and with no shoes, she'd be in big trouble.
"It's up to you Riya."
"Pl....." she started to plead but trailed off. She realized it would do no good.
"What's it going to be?"
"I...I...don't have any choice, do I..."
"Oh, I don't know," said Rakesh. "Just stand out there in your bra and I don't think it would take you long to get a ride..."
More snickering filled the car.
Riya just sat clutching the bottom of her T-shirt—which is about to come off.
"Okay, now we don't want to mess up the blindfold here, so here's what we'll do. Now Riya, you have to show us that you are going to do what you are told here- that's the test."
She made no sound.
"So in order to keep everything together, Riya, first you pull your arms out of the sleeves."
"Come on..."
She still didn't move until she realized he meant now.
Slowly she obeyed, reaching up with each hand and pulling her elbows and then her arms through the sleeves and back underneath the T-shirt. She crossed her arms across her chest beneath the shirt, her palms trembling against her chest.
"Now Riya, put your hands back on the seat on either side of you like you had them before, palms down."
She straightened out her arms, and her hands appeared from underneath the material. She did as she was told and jammed her thumbs underneath her thighs.
"Okay," Rakesh continued, "now lean forward, Riya, and you two guys pull her shirt up to her shoulders and carefully lift it over her head - BE CAREFUL with the blindfold....that's part of the test!"
Instantly, Riya felt two hands on either side of her start lifting her shirt up, exposing her to all of their eyes. They stretched the neck hole out and lifted it over her head, pulling her hair out along with it.
Instinctively, her arms came up, and she crossed her arms across her breasts.
"Now, Riya," said Rakesh. She could hear him smile. "You weren't supposed to move your hands..."
A sob escaped her lips. She held herself tight.
"Maybe," said Rakesh forcefully, "maybe we should make you ride the rest of the way TOPLESS."
"NOOOOO.." her head suddenly shot up. She jammed her hands back down underneath her thighs.
"Now, THAT'S more like it."
Silence.
Her shoulders sagged forward. She waited for the sound of the ignition.
"Just before we head out, Riya, lets try to relax with some more deep breathing"
GOD, would it ever end?
"Ah...Sit up straight now...shoulders back" he said. His voice sounded odd, preoccupied.
"That's great. Really fill those lungs."
Her face burned as she felt her bra rise and tighten.
"Great. Okay."
She heard rustling as everyone got settled for the ride.
Finally she heard the ignition, and the car pulled out onto the highway.
Part 07
As the car moved along the highway, thoughts swirled around in Riya's head. She wondered how bad this test could get. How far she could go? Had Kiran and the others done this? The more she thought about it, the more she believed they had. Why else didn’t they tell her about it even after her repeated queries? Sitting in front a bunch of guys in just a bra probably wouldn't bother the other girls so much. But then the other girls didn't have breasts like her. They didn't go through life having their chest stared at, and having guys make unwelcome passes.
Far from feeling more comfortable, as time passed, it became worse. Behind the blindfold she had this horrible image of all four guys just staring at her, staring at her breasts, the whole way.
An hour or so went by, with the guys talking amongst themselves intermittently. When ever it got quiet, Riya got nervous.
Rakesh said suddenly. "There's a petrol pump coming up. We better fill some petrol."
Oh, God, thought Riya. That meant being in a public place. In just her bra.
"Can I please… please put my T-shirt back on?" she asked hopefully.
"Naw," said Rakesh, "it will help loosen you up."
She felt the car slow down and pull away from the highway. It stopped.
"Ajit," Rakesh said to the guy in the front seat , the one she didn't know. "Full tank. Pay from the pouch inside the glove compartment. Will you?"
She heard Rakesh's door open, and then Ajit’s on the passenger side.
Riya could hear people around her, and for the first time, even though it had gotten wet and soggy from her tears, she was glad to be blindfolded. She would have died if she had been able to see people looking at her.
She heard the sound of the nozzle going into the car tank.
Suddenly, she jumped as someone knocked on the window to her left. She heard Tarun roll it down, and as he did, the noise of the outside filled the car. She stiffened. She could hear people talking in hushed voices.
They were looking at her, talking about her, she just knew it. She pushed her bottom back into the seat and hunched forward. She felt terribly vulnerable.
Finally, she heard Rakesh and Ajit get back in the car, and start it up. She gave silent thanks as she felt the car move again. They pulled back out into the highway.
For a moment, no one said a word.
"Well, Riya," said Rakesh finally. His voice was now on the passenger side. Ajit, she realized must be driving.
"You were quite a hit at the petrol pump. Much better than JANAKI SHAH in SHAQ". He chuckled.
(Author’s aside: Those of you who are unaware who Janaki is and what she did in Shaq, please search CC Net. Shaq had a point of view on women’s liberation – that old fashionable theme of 1960’s.
Ladies on the thread please note: It’s somebody else’s point of view – not necessarily mine!)
A couple of the other guys chuckled as well.
"Now," he continued, "we've been kind of easy on you, because you are very shy. But one of the things about the test is that sometimes a girl has to make little sacrifices for the good of the group."
She felt her heart pound.
"Take a left turn over there," Rakesh told Ajit. "There, there on the left...there they are... go over there, behind that old building."
She felt the car turn left and slowly come to a stop. Her body stiffened.
"Now." Rakesh continued, "here is the deal, no big thing."
She heard things being moved around again.
"Now those couple of guys, they are some kind of traveling sales executives, saw you in the car, and were mighty taken by your beauty. They even think you resemble the Bollywood babe, Rani Mukherjee."
Oh No!.
"Please..." was all she could say.
"Don't get freaked out," he continued, "we are not selling you to them or anything like that..."
The guys all snickered.
"They are real nice guys."
More giggling from the boys.
"They even offered us five hundred bucks each towards our camping trip."
She went quiet… trying to fathom his intent.
"Isn't that nice of them, Riya?"
Lost in her thoughts, she didn't respond.
"I said, Isn't that nice of them?" He said once more.
Slowly, she nodded her head.
"I can't hear you Riya."
"Y..yes."
Part 08
"Yes it sure is. Now, its only fair that we do something nice for them as well, don't you agree?"
"W..what do you mean..."
More giggling from the boys.
"Well, those nice guys, they were asking whether they could see you WITHOUT YOUR BRA."
"NOOOO...Oh my God....." She crossed her arms over her chest.
Suppressed guffaws filled the car. The guys seem to be having the time of their life.
"LISTEN RIYA," said Rakesh sternly. "Its no big thing, and EVERYONE in the group has done it."
"No...you don't understand...I COULDN'T..."
"Look, you can keep your pants on, even zip them up."
"NOOO...please..."
He paused.
"You keep the blindfold on, so they won't even know who you are. We've pulled into a very secluded area here. All you have to do is just go over there, away from prying eyes, well most of them anyway, and take your bra off, let them have a look, and off we go."
The car filled with nervous tension.
"Please don't make me do this..."
"You HAVE to do it."
He paused.
"Come on."
"Please..."
"OR," said Rakesh, "if it would be easier, I can get Jeet and Tarun to take off your bra for you. THINK ABOUT THAT."
"NOOOO..."
"Either way, its up to you."
She couldn't move. She started to cry again.
"Come on," Rakesh said, opening the car door.
She heard all of the doors open, and Rakesh came around to the door on her left hand side."
"Now zip up your pants"
Resigned, she lifted her bottom off the seat, re-zipped her pants and re-did the button.
"Here, give me your hand."
"Please...not this..."
"Come ON!"
He reached in and grabbed her hand. The contact made her jump, but she allowed herself to be slowly pulled across the seat.
"Here," said Rakesh, pulling her out from the car and setting her bare feet on the floor, "I'll make this easy, just hold my arm."
As she stepped out of the car and stood up, a muted whistle rang out. It was followed by another, and the someone shrieked, "OOOOOOUUUUUUIIIIIIIII..."
Her knees buckled, and she felt Rakesh lurch around and just as suddenly the noise stopped. It became quiet.
Rakesh walked her towards the back of an abandoned building. Her legs were so wobbly that she had to hold on to his arm to make it.
"How about here, against this wall?" she heard Rakesh ask, but she wasn't sure to whom.
She couldn't hear any response.
She felt him put his hands on her shoulders. She flinched as his palms made contact with her bare shoulders over the bra straps. He backed her up until her back was touching a wall.
"Now, you just do exactly as I tell you, and everything is going to be fine, understand."
"Please...DON'T do this..."
"Stop it Riya. It's not so bad. DO EVERYTHING I say, and it will be over in a minute. Understand?"
He paused.
"Now don't embarrass me by making a big scene. I'd hate to have to let the boys take your bra off for you..."
Her head fell forward.
She was totally defeated.
"O...Okay," she whispered.
"Good. Now it will be over in no time."
He released her, and she could hear him walk away. She pulled her arms up to cover herself.
"Hey Ajit," Rakesh said, "put the tape on, will you?."
With the back of her hand, Riya brushed a few tears away. She heard party music fill the air, and wondered if the volume would call attention to them. It certainly drowned out the distant sound of traffic. At least, she hoped that she wasn't standing where vehicles could see her as they went by. She tried to imagine where she was and who was watching.
"Now just relax a minute, Riya."
She could hear people moving around.
"You guys ready?"
She didn't hear any response.
"Okay, Riya," she heard Rakesh say, suddenly to her left. Her blindfolded face moved in his direction.
"Now put your hands flat against the wall."
She could barely move.
"Come on Riya..."
Slowly she moved her hands away and down from her breasts. She turned them over and spread her palms out against the rough surface of the wall. She turned her head to one side in shame.
"Now let's take a couple of deep breaths to relax you."
She breathed in through her tight throat.
"All the way, Riya."
She filled her lungs making her chest stick out.
"Good," said Rakesh, now on the other side of her. "Do it a couple of times to get relaxed."
She could hear him walking around her as she took deep breaths. Why is he moving around and what is he doing, she asked herself. She had no way of knowing. Finally, she heard him walk near towards her. She shuddered. She felt so vulnerable in this position.
"You know, Riya," he said, "it's just not fair that these nice guys can't see your lovely face.
"NOOO, please, leave it on..."
He was standing right in front of her.
"These guys are all from Kanyakumari or somewhere there about. We'll never see them again."
He paused a moment.
"So, here's what I'm going to do. I'll take off the blindfold, but you HAVE to keep your eyes closed, do you understand?"
"Please, can't we just.."
"No, we can't," he said. "Now here's the deal. You CANNOT open your eyes, do you understand? And if you DO..."
He paused to let his words sink in.
"...if you do, then as punishment, you are going to have to take your @jeans down along with your panties and take a spanking on your bare buttocks, right there over the bonnet of my car."
She gasped. She was too stunned to say anything. She would rather be shot dead standing here against this wall.
"And I really mean it, Riya. Right here in front of our two friends from South India."
Things had gotten so far out of control that it had become like some horrible dream.
"I..I.. won't look" was all she could say.
"No I bet you won't." He chuckled.
"Okay, now. Here we go. Close your eyes..."
She bit down on her lower lip and clinched her eyes shut. As he lifted the blindfold from her face, she felt cool air rush in.
Silence again. They all listened to the birds, and Riya prayed the car would start.
"And what about the panties?"
"Wha..."
"The panties. ARE You wearing panties..."
"Yes."
"Do they match the bra? Are they a set?"
"S...s..sort of..."
She was dying. This is so shameful.
"Sort of?"
"Well...They...they're white too..."
"I see. That's nice."
A pause.
"Well, I guess we'd better get going," Rakesh said finally.
A wave of relief swept over Riya. She took a deep breath.
"We're going to leave the blindfold on for the journey. Okay, Riya? It part of the test."
She nodded. Anything to get moving.
Rakesh started the ignition bur the car didn't move.
Again, she heard some rustling in the front seat.
"You know, before we go," Rakesh said casually, sounding only inches from her. "I guess we really ought to just check to make sure your telling us the truth."
Riya's heart sank. She thought it skipped a beat or two. She instinctively drew her arms around herself.
"Relax, Riya," Rakesh said." It's nothing major. You won't even have to take anything off."
She couldn't relax. She knew what this request meant. She could feel her face burning under the blindfold. Her breath felt hot on her own chest.
She could also here the heavy breathing of everyone in the car.
"Now, tell you what," he continued, "just reach up and undo the top of your @jeans."
Oh God. This is a nightmare… "I wish I had never agreed to go on this wretched trip" she thought dejectedly.
Her hands felt glued to the seat.
"Come on, Riya. This is the test!"
Slowly, she moved her hands along her thighs and reached up to the button of her @jeans. Her fingers felt dead. She sucked in her breath and worked her thumbs underneath the waistline. She rotated the metal button through the slot in the material.
"Good," Rakesh said.
"Now pull down the zipper"
Riya took another deep breath and lifting her bottom off of the seat, worked the zipper down an inch or so. The @jeans opened in a V pattern, exposing the top of her panties.
Riya could hear the others nervously adjusting in their seats.
"Now, just pull the top of your panties up a bit so we can all see."
She grasped the material in the front and pulled it up, pulling it tight over her crotch.
"Can everyone see?" Rakesh asked.
There was a general affirmative grunting, and their proximity started to make her feel sick.
"That's great," said Rakesh, suddenly sounding like he was right in front of her.
She released the material, and, lifting her bottom from the seat, started to work the zipper back up.
"Ah, just leave them that way." Rakesh instructed. "It'll be more comfortable."
She slowly lowered herself back down into the seat. She moved her hands, laying her palms them over the exposed area. She pushed her bottom as far back into the seat as possible, and sat with her shoulders slumped forward.
Rakesh looked at the boys. There was a glint of mischief in his eyes. They all knew what was coming next.
"Now, show us your bra, Riya."
She became dizzy. So lightheaded that she almost fainted.
She sat there as if utterly immobilized by a bolt from the blue.
Tension had built up to the point of exploding the whole car. Yet nobody said a word.
"P...pl...please. I'm not lying."
"It's all part of the test."
Suddenly, she began to cry. The tears just burst out, and she hung her head down. Her beautiful thick dark hair fell forward over her chest. She started to reach toward her eyes.
"DON'T touch the blindfold!" hissed Rakesh, so sharply that even the other guys were taken aback by his tone.
Her hands stopped midway at the sudden sharpness of his voice. Slowly she let her hands drift back to the top of her @jeans, laying them flat over her exposed panties. Tears welled up behind her large blindfold and then seeped out from the sides, running down the far side of her cheeks. They let her cry quietly for a moment.
"Now, come on Riya, its not so bad," said Rakesh. "Showing us your bra is no worse than being at the swimming pool."
She didn't respond. After a moment she stopped crying. She sniffled and brought her right index finger up to her delicate nose and gently rubbed underneath.
"We're going to run out of gas here," said Rakesh, again sounding so close, but in a different spot, more to her right. He sounded ominous.
She heard the engine being turned off.
There was silence again. A deadly silence all around her, made further unbearable by the blindfold on her face. She silently cursed Kiran, the other girls and even her mother for putting her in a situation like this.
Yet, she realized that he was serious. And that she had no option.
"All you have to do is just show us the material, just so we know you were telling the truth, that's all."
Resigned, Riya's hands drifted up from the exposed area of her panties to the bottom of her T-shirt. She ran her thumbs against the material, hoping against hope that Rajesh would somehow change his mind and call off this… this… this TORMENT.
"Good girl," Rakesh said, though this time he sounded much further away and normal.
Slowly, she pulled the material up over the top of her @jeans, exposing her creamy skin. She pulled it up beyond her navel.
"Now come on and sit up straight."
"Hold on," Rakesh said,
She stopped.
"Pull your hair back behind you, away from your face. We need to be able to see clearly."
Riya fought back tears.. She reached up and with the back of her hand, pulled her hair away from her chest, pushing it back over her shoulders. She tried to sit up straight.
"Okay, much better."
She took a breath and grasped the front of her T-shirt again. She pulled it up just to the bottom of the bra.
Slowly she pulled it up to expose the bottom half of each full bra-cup. Her hands made two tight fists which met in the middle of the top of her breasts, squeezing them inwards together like balloons, forcing them both to bulge out from the edges even more. She held the position. They could easily see the material.
"Come on, Riya. We've got to see about the lacy top part as well."
Choking back a new sob of humiliation at being forced to display herself like this, she pulled her T-shirt up farther, exposing the creamy skin of her cleavage.
"Higher, all the way up."
She could now hear raspy breathing all around her and the guys shifting uneasily in their seats. She pulled the shirt all the way up so that it was bunched up beneath her chin. Fully realizing the obscene display she was making, she turned her head to one side in shame. She let out another sob, her face turning a crimson red.
"Well that does have some nice lace work on it, though not very see-through I may say" Rakesh remarked. His voice sounded odd, like it was partially obstructed. "Can you guys all see that?"
There were a few whispering grunts - the guys were so mesmerized and tongue tied by the sight in front of them.
"See, its not so bad. What's all the crying about?" asked Rakesh.
With one swift move, Riya pulled the T-shirt back down.
There was a moment of silence.
"You know what," he continued, "I think that since you are so uncomfortable, what we need to do is get you used to being more casual."
"P..p..please," she said, frozen in position. Her hands gripped the bottom of the T-shirt, making the knuckles go white.
"Why don't we take the T-shirt off all together..."
Part 06
"NOOOOO..."
"...and have you ride for a while in your bra, just to kind of get you used to it?"
She could hear the boys tittering at this suggestion.
"No..PLEASE...I don't need...
"Yes, I think it's a good idea. It'll help loosen you up."
"NO, my God, what about...what about the other cars..."
"See, there you go again. These days actresses wear much less than that big bra you are wearing and they sing and dance without a concern. They even get wet in the rain songs. How can you ever be an actress if you are so shy?"
Riya really started to panic now. But how would she get home from here? Where was the nearest phone? You never know who might be on the road.
As if reading her mind, Rakesh said, "It's all part of the test, Riya. You have to do as your told..."
He paused for a moment.
"... or we can let you out here, but your T-shirt is coming up here in the front with your shoes and socks either way."
She realized she had no choice. He sounded so serious, and she knew that alone, in just her bra and @jeans and with no shoes, she'd be in big trouble.
"It's up to you Riya."
"Pl....." she started to plead but trailed off. She realized it would do no good.
"What's it going to be?"
"I...I...don't have any choice, do I..."
"Oh, I don't know," said Rakesh. "Just stand out there in your bra and I don't think it would take you long to get a ride..."
More snickering filled the car.
Riya just sat clutching the bottom of her T-shirt—which is about to come off.
"Okay, now we don't want to mess up the blindfold here, so here's what we'll do. Now Riya, you have to show us that you are going to do what you are told here- that's the test."
She made no sound.
"So in order to keep everything together, Riya, first you pull your arms out of the sleeves."
"Come on..."
She still didn't move until she realized he meant now.
Slowly she obeyed, reaching up with each hand and pulling her elbows and then her arms through the sleeves and back underneath the T-shirt. She crossed her arms across her chest beneath the shirt, her palms trembling against her chest.
"Now Riya, put your hands back on the seat on either side of you like you had them before, palms down."
She straightened out her arms, and her hands appeared from underneath the material. She did as she was told and jammed her thumbs underneath her thighs.
"Okay," Rakesh continued, "now lean forward, Riya, and you two guys pull her shirt up to her shoulders and carefully lift it over her head - BE CAREFUL with the blindfold....that's part of the test!"
Instantly, Riya felt two hands on either side of her start lifting her shirt up, exposing her to all of their eyes. They stretched the neck hole out and lifted it over her head, pulling her hair out along with it.
Instinctively, her arms came up, and she crossed her arms across her breasts.
"Now, Riya," said Rakesh. She could hear him smile. "You weren't supposed to move your hands..."
A sob escaped her lips. She held herself tight.
"Maybe," said Rakesh forcefully, "maybe we should make you ride the rest of the way TOPLESS."
"NOOOOO.." her head suddenly shot up. She jammed her hands back down underneath her thighs.
"Now, THAT'S more like it."
Silence.
Her shoulders sagged forward. She waited for the sound of the ignition.
"Just before we head out, Riya, lets try to relax with some more deep breathing"
GOD, would it ever end?
"Ah...Sit up straight now...shoulders back" he said. His voice sounded odd, preoccupied.
"That's great. Really fill those lungs."
Her face burned as she felt her bra rise and tighten.
"Great. Okay."
She heard rustling as everyone got settled for the ride.
Finally she heard the ignition, and the car pulled out onto the highway.
Part 07
As the car moved along the highway, thoughts swirled around in Riya's head. She wondered how bad this test could get. How far she could go? Had Kiran and the others done this? The more she thought about it, the more she believed they had. Why else didn’t they tell her about it even after her repeated queries? Sitting in front a bunch of guys in just a bra probably wouldn't bother the other girls so much. But then the other girls didn't have breasts like her. They didn't go through life having their chest stared at, and having guys make unwelcome passes.
Far from feeling more comfortable, as time passed, it became worse. Behind the blindfold she had this horrible image of all four guys just staring at her, staring at her breasts, the whole way.
An hour or so went by, with the guys talking amongst themselves intermittently. When ever it got quiet, Riya got nervous.
Rakesh said suddenly. "There's a petrol pump coming up. We better fill some petrol."
Oh, God, thought Riya. That meant being in a public place. In just her bra.
"Can I please… please put my T-shirt back on?" she asked hopefully.
"Naw," said Rakesh, "it will help loosen you up."
She felt the car slow down and pull away from the highway. It stopped.
"Ajit," Rakesh said to the guy in the front seat , the one she didn't know. "Full tank. Pay from the pouch inside the glove compartment. Will you?"
She heard Rakesh's door open, and then Ajit’s on the passenger side.
Riya could hear people around her, and for the first time, even though it had gotten wet and soggy from her tears, she was glad to be blindfolded. She would have died if she had been able to see people looking at her.
She heard the sound of the nozzle going into the car tank.
Suddenly, she jumped as someone knocked on the window to her left. She heard Tarun roll it down, and as he did, the noise of the outside filled the car. She stiffened. She could hear people talking in hushed voices.
They were looking at her, talking about her, she just knew it. She pushed her bottom back into the seat and hunched forward. She felt terribly vulnerable.
Finally, she heard Rakesh and Ajit get back in the car, and start it up. She gave silent thanks as she felt the car move again. They pulled back out into the highway.
For a moment, no one said a word.
"Well, Riya," said Rakesh finally. His voice was now on the passenger side. Ajit, she realized must be driving.
"You were quite a hit at the petrol pump. Much better than JANAKI SHAH in SHAQ". He chuckled.
(Author’s aside: Those of you who are unaware who Janaki is and what she did in Shaq, please search CC Net. Shaq had a point of view on women’s liberation – that old fashionable theme of 1960’s.
Ladies on the thread please note: It’s somebody else’s point of view – not necessarily mine!)
A couple of the other guys chuckled as well.
"Now," he continued, "we've been kind of easy on you, because you are very shy. But one of the things about the test is that sometimes a girl has to make little sacrifices for the good of the group."
She felt her heart pound.
"Take a left turn over there," Rakesh told Ajit. "There, there on the left...there they are... go over there, behind that old building."
She felt the car turn left and slowly come to a stop. Her body stiffened.
"Now." Rakesh continued, "here is the deal, no big thing."
She heard things being moved around again.
"Now those couple of guys, they are some kind of traveling sales executives, saw you in the car, and were mighty taken by your beauty. They even think you resemble the Bollywood babe, Rani Mukherjee."
Oh No!.
"Please..." was all she could say.
"Don't get freaked out," he continued, "we are not selling you to them or anything like that..."
The guys all snickered.
"They are real nice guys."
More giggling from the boys.
"They even offered us five hundred bucks each towards our camping trip."
She went quiet… trying to fathom his intent.
"Isn't that nice of them, Riya?"
Lost in her thoughts, she didn't respond.
"I said, Isn't that nice of them?" He said once more.
Slowly, she nodded her head.
"I can't hear you Riya."
"Y..yes."
Part 08
"Yes it sure is. Now, its only fair that we do something nice for them as well, don't you agree?"
"W..what do you mean..."
More giggling from the boys.
"Well, those nice guys, they were asking whether they could see you WITHOUT YOUR BRA."
"NOOOO...Oh my God....." She crossed her arms over her chest.
Suppressed guffaws filled the car. The guys seem to be having the time of their life.
"LISTEN RIYA," said Rakesh sternly. "Its no big thing, and EVERYONE in the group has done it."
"No...you don't understand...I COULDN'T..."
"Look, you can keep your pants on, even zip them up."
"NOOO...please..."
He paused.
"You keep the blindfold on, so they won't even know who you are. We've pulled into a very secluded area here. All you have to do is just go over there, away from prying eyes, well most of them anyway, and take your bra off, let them have a look, and off we go."
The car filled with nervous tension.
"Please don't make me do this..."
"You HAVE to do it."
He paused.
"Come on."
"Please..."
"OR," said Rakesh, "if it would be easier, I can get Jeet and Tarun to take off your bra for you. THINK ABOUT THAT."
"NOOOO..."
"Either way, its up to you."
She couldn't move. She started to cry again.
"Come on," Rakesh said, opening the car door.
She heard all of the doors open, and Rakesh came around to the door on her left hand side."
"Now zip up your pants"
Resigned, she lifted her bottom off the seat, re-zipped her pants and re-did the button.
"Here, give me your hand."
"Please...not this..."
"Come ON!"
He reached in and grabbed her hand. The contact made her jump, but she allowed herself to be slowly pulled across the seat.
"Here," said Rakesh, pulling her out from the car and setting her bare feet on the floor, "I'll make this easy, just hold my arm."
As she stepped out of the car and stood up, a muted whistle rang out. It was followed by another, and the someone shrieked, "OOOOOOUUUUUUIIIIIIIII..."
Her knees buckled, and she felt Rakesh lurch around and just as suddenly the noise stopped. It became quiet.
Rakesh walked her towards the back of an abandoned building. Her legs were so wobbly that she had to hold on to his arm to make it.
"How about here, against this wall?" she heard Rakesh ask, but she wasn't sure to whom.
She couldn't hear any response.
She felt him put his hands on her shoulders. She flinched as his palms made contact with her bare shoulders over the bra straps. He backed her up until her back was touching a wall.
"Now, you just do exactly as I tell you, and everything is going to be fine, understand."
"Please...DON'T do this..."
"Stop it Riya. It's not so bad. DO EVERYTHING I say, and it will be over in a minute. Understand?"
He paused.
"Now don't embarrass me by making a big scene. I'd hate to have to let the boys take your bra off for you..."
Her head fell forward.
She was totally defeated.
"O...Okay," she whispered.
"Good. Now it will be over in no time."
He released her, and she could hear him walk away. She pulled her arms up to cover herself.
"Hey Ajit," Rakesh said, "put the tape on, will you?."
With the back of her hand, Riya brushed a few tears away. She heard party music fill the air, and wondered if the volume would call attention to them. It certainly drowned out the distant sound of traffic. At least, she hoped that she wasn't standing where vehicles could see her as they went by. She tried to imagine where she was and who was watching.
"Now just relax a minute, Riya."
She could hear people moving around.
"You guys ready?"
She didn't hear any response.
"Okay, Riya," she heard Rakesh say, suddenly to her left. Her blindfolded face moved in his direction.
"Now put your hands flat against the wall."
She could barely move.
"Come on Riya..."
Slowly she moved her hands away and down from her breasts. She turned them over and spread her palms out against the rough surface of the wall. She turned her head to one side in shame.
"Now let's take a couple of deep breaths to relax you."
She breathed in through her tight throat.
"All the way, Riya."
She filled her lungs making her chest stick out.
"Good," said Rakesh, now on the other side of her. "Do it a couple of times to get relaxed."
She could hear him walking around her as she took deep breaths. Why is he moving around and what is he doing, she asked herself. She had no way of knowing. Finally, she heard him walk near towards her. She shuddered. She felt so vulnerable in this position.
"You know, Riya," he said, "it's just not fair that these nice guys can't see your lovely face.
"NOOO, please, leave it on..."
He was standing right in front of her.
"These guys are all from Kanyakumari or somewhere there about. We'll never see them again."
He paused a moment.
"So, here's what I'm going to do. I'll take off the blindfold, but you HAVE to keep your eyes closed, do you understand?"
"Please, can't we just.."
"No, we can't," he said. "Now here's the deal. You CANNOT open your eyes, do you understand? And if you DO..."
He paused to let his words sink in.
"...if you do, then as punishment, you are going to have to take your @jeans down along with your panties and take a spanking on your bare buttocks, right there over the bonnet of my car."
She gasped. She was too stunned to say anything. She would rather be shot dead standing here against this wall.
"And I really mean it, Riya. Right here in front of our two friends from South India."
Things had gotten so far out of control that it had become like some horrible dream.
"I..I.. won't look" was all she could say.
"No I bet you won't." He chuckled.
"Okay, now. Here we go. Close your eyes..."
She bit down on her lower lip and clinched her eyes shut. As he lifted the blindfold from her face, she felt cool air rush in.