Fantasy Mom and them

[damaaldumeel]

awesome story man, want to know how kakoli is goin to bbecomme slut off these men

[Rupakpolo1]

Mom's eyes widened even further as she took in the reality of the situation. Her body was trembling, her legs spread wide, and Raghu was still relentlessly pounding into her. She knew that she had to survive this night. With a shaky nod, she reluctantly leaned toward Rafiq's erection, her eyes never leaving his.

Rafiq's grin grew wider, his eyes gleaming with victory. He stepped closer, his cock bobbing before her. "Open wide," he said, his voice a gruff whisper. "Let's see how those pretty lips of yours feel around a real man's cock."

My mother's eyes flickered with a spark of rebellion, but she knew better than to fight them. With trembling hands, she reached out and took hold of Rafiq's thick, meaty shaft. It felt hot and foreign in her hands, a symbol of the horror that had become her reality. Slowly, she lowered her head, her eyes never leaving his as she took the tip into her mouth.

The men watched, their eyes glued to the sight of her full lips wrapped around Rafiq's cock. They jeered and mocked, their laughter a chorus of depravity that filled the room. "Look at her," Raghu taunted, his voice a mix of triumph and malice. "So eager to please."

Mom's eyes remained locked on Rafiq's, the fear and humiliation in them a stark contrast to the forced obedience of her actions. She knew that every move she made was being scrutinized, judged, and enjoyed by these monsters. The taste of him in her mouth was bitter, a violation of her purity. But she had to endure, had to find a way to survive.


Shambhu and Raghu watched with sadistic pleasure, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. They had been waiting for this moment, the moment when my mother Kakoli, the untouchable goddess of their twisted fantasies, would be reduced to nothing more than a mouth and pussy to satisfy their carnality. They whispered crude comments to each other, their voices low and mocking, reminding her that she was now theirs to use and abuse.

Mom's cheeks were stained with tears, but she knew that showing fear or disgust would only excite them further. With a deep, shuddering breath, she took more of Rafiq's length into her mouth, her tongue moving tentatively as she tried to find a way to please him without gagging on his thickness. Raghu's thrusts grew more forceful, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he watched the scene unfold before him.

"Is this your first time, Kakoli?" Raghu jeered, his eyes sparkling with malicious amusement. "You're doing quite well for a beginner.Soon we will make you an expert.”

Mom's eyes narrowed with hatred, but she kept her mouth shut tight around Rafiq's cock, her cheeks hollowing with every suck. The taste of him was repulsive, but she forced herself to ignore it, focusing instead on the task at hand. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and fears, but she had to be strong, had to find a way to get through this nightmare.

Rafiq's cock grew slick with her saliva, glistening in the candlelight. His eyes rolled back in his head as he savored the sensation of her mouth on him. He'd never felt anything so good, so powerful. It was intoxicating, knowing that this beautiful, high-class woman was at their mercy, doing their bidding.

Shambhu watched with a mix of envy and excitement, his own cock bobbing with every heartbeat. He knew his turn was coming, and he could barely contain himself. The sight of my mom's mouth stretched around Rafiq's girth was making him ache with need. He reached out and stroked her cheek, his calloused thumb tracing the line of her jaw. "That's it, sweetheart," he crooned. "Take it all."

The room was thick with the scent of male arousal, the air charged with the electricity of their depravity. Every moan and whimper that my mother made only served to fuel their desire. They were lost in a haze of lust and power, their actions a twisted dance of domination and submission.

Shambhu took my mother's hand, guiding it to his erection. His skin was hot and slick with anticipation, his cock pulsing under her trembling touch. He wrapped her delicate fingers around his girth, showing her how much she was needed, how much they desired her. "That's right," he murmured, his voice a seductive purr. "Stroke me like that."

Rafiq watched her with a predatory gaze, his cock disappearing between her lips, only to re-emerge coated in her saliva. He groaned in pleasure as she began to suck him with a newfound enthusiasm, her cheeks hollowed with the effort. His hand moved to the back of her head, pushing her down further onto him. "Take it all," he growled, his voice strained with need. "Take it like a good little whore."

The words were like a slap in the face to my mother, but she knew that resisting would only make things worse. With a resigned expression, she opened her throat wider, letting him thrust deeper into her mouth. Her eyes watered, and she gagged, but she kept going, her movements becoming more frantic as she tried to please him.

"You're going to be our little bitch from now on," Raghu whispered in her ear while his manhood was deep inside her, his voice filled with a twisted sense of satisfaction. "You'll do whatever we tell you, whenever we want."

Mom's eyes grew wide with shock and fear as the reality of his words sank in. Three men would now claim her as their own, treating her with the same lack of respect and dignity that Raghu had shown her. The thought of belonging to them, of being used and abused at their whim, was almost too much to bear. But she knew that she had to keep her composure, had to find a way to survive this nightmare.

"Look at her," Rafiq said, his voice thick with lust. "She's already getting used to the idea." He stroked her hair, his hand guiding her movements as she continued to suck his cock. "You're going to be our little slut, aren't you, Kakoli?"

My mother's eyes darted up to meet his, and she knew that any sign of defiance would only make things worse. With a shaky nod, she pretended to accept her new fate, her heart breaking into a million pieces. Raghu, watching the scene unfold, felt a sense of victory wash over him. He had wanted her from the moment he'd first laid eyes on her, and now she was theirs for the taking.

"Good girl," Raghu praised her, his grip on her hips tightening. "You're going to have four husbands now, Kakoli. Your first husband is useless. He doesn’t deserve beauty like you but your other three husbands will make you feel like a real woman . You'll serve us all, whenever we want." His words were like a knife twisting in my heart, but I knew that she had to play along.

Mom's eyes grew wetter, and her breaths grew more ragged. I could see the fear in her eyes, but she didn't pull away from Rafiq's cock. Instead, she took him deeper into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head in a silent plea for mercy. But mercy was not something these men knew.

Suddenly, Raghu's grip tightened on her hips, his body tensing. "I'm going to cum," he grunted, his voice strained with effort. "You're going to feel me fill you up, Kakoli."

Raghu started thrusting more deep inside her making the whole body of my mom shake. My mom hand gripped hard on Shambhu’s cock and I could hear her muffled sound from her mouth which was filled with Rafiq cock.

Mom's eyes widened in horror, but she knew there was no escape. With a roar of triumph, Raghu released his load inside her, his hot semen filling her up to the brim. She felt a mix of disgust and fear as he claimed her in the most primal way possible. "This is just the beginning," he whispered into her ear, his breath hot and sour. "You're going to carry my child now, my seed deep inside you."

The thought of being impregnated by this monster was more than my mother could bear. I could hear her muffling screams from her closed mouth with Rafiq cock deep inside her mouth and tears streaming down her face. Rafiq watched with a smug smile as Raghu pulled out, his cock glistening with the evidence of his conquest. "My turn," he said, his voice thick with lust as he stepped forward.

[lou12]

Just awesome. As usual, Rupakda excels at this kind of nonconsensual, milf stories narrated from son’s perspective. Mom’s pain and humiliation coupled with the intense sexual imagery is elaborated exactly how we, milf-lovers, want it to be.
Keep going….

[veenaimo]

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[RANA ROY]

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[StoryReader1]

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[ray.rowdy]

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[Paty@123]

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[Rupakpolo1]

Shambhu took the cue, his hands moving to Mom's face. He was gentle at first, stroking her cheek and whispering sweet nothings into her ear. But as the minutes ticked by and her mouth remained open, his touch grew more forceful. He grabbed her jaw, his fingers digging into her flesh, and pushed his own cock past her lips. The salty taste of Rafiq's precum mingled with the bitterness of fear as she gagged on his thickness.

Raghu watched from the floor, his chest heaving with exertion, his eyes never leaving the scene. He was like a proud owner watching his prize perform for the amusement of his friends. His hand stroked his cock lazily, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as Shambhu took over the degradation of my mother.

Rafiq's cock was a blur as he pushed into her, his hips moving with the same brutal rhythm that Raghu had set. Her body was slick with sweat and tears, her sari in disarray around her waist. She moaned around Shambhu's cock, the sounds muffled by his girth. Her eyes were squeezed shut, but every so often, they would open to reveal the tormented soul within.


"I'm going to go check on the kid," Raghu said, his voice cold and detached as he pulled on his pants. "Make sure she doesn't get any funny ideas." He shot my mother a look that made it clear what would happen if she did. "I'll be back soon," he promised, a sadistic glint in his eye. "You two enjoy yourselves."

With that, he strolled out of the room, leaving Rafiq and Shambhu to their twisted game. As soon as I saw him coming out of the room, I knew I had to act. I decided to run away from that place. The bungalow was few meter away from the servant quarter, yet it felt like miles away. I was breathing heavily when I reached the bungalow . I decided to go to the room and lock it from inside. After a few minutes, I saw Raghu walking slowly towards our bungalow. I panicked and held my breath in fear. I could hear him entering our bungalow and roaming inside. I was not sure what he was doing inside. After a few minutes, I saw him leaving our bungalow. I came out of my bedroom and saw the main door of the bungalow was locked from outside.

My heart was racing, my mind was in turmoil. I couldn’t go outside and see what’s happening with my mom. I knew it was dangerous, but the thought of her suffering was unbearable. I had to find a way to help her, but how? I was just a scared kid, powerless against these monsters. I looked around the room, and finally gave up. I didn’t understand why my dad didn’t return tonight.

I decided to go back to my bedroom. The walls of the corridor felt like they were closing in on me, whispering the horrors that were unfolding in that room. I couldn’t sleep. The images of my mother's helplessness and degradation haunted me, playing on a loop in my mind. Every creak of the floorboard, every rustle of the curtain, made me jump. I felt like I was going to be sick. I threw myself onto the bed, but the mattress felt like it was made of nails, each one digging into my skin, reminding me of the pain my mother was enduring.

Exhaustion eventually claimed me, and I fell into a fitful sleep, my mind a tumult of fear and anger. When I woke up, the first light of dawn was seeping through the cracks in the curtains. I lay there for a moment, trying to convince myself that it was all just a terrible nightmare. But as the fog of sleep lifted, the reality crashed down on me with the force of a heavy weight.

I stumbled out of bed, my body aching from the tension of the night. Peeking through the window, my heart lurched in my chest as I saw Raghu's car pull up near the bungalow. The door swung open, and Rafiq emerged, his eyes bloodshot and his shirt untucked. He was grinning like a man who had just won the lottery. And then, my worst fears were confirmed. They brought my naked mother out of the car, her body bruised and limp, like a rag doll being passed around by cruel children.

Shambhu followed, his own depravity written all over his face as he held my mother's arm, guiding her unsteadily towards the house. Her legs were wobbly, and she was barely standing, her once elegant Benarasi sari now a twisted mess around her waist. The sight of her like this was like a knife to my soul, a stark reminder of the hell she'd been through.

As they approached the door, Raghu turned to Rafiq and Shambhu, his voice a low growl. "Take her to the main bedroom ," he said, his eyes gleaming with malice. "I will stay here with her”

The two men nodded in agreement, each grabbing an arm to support my mom as she stumbled towards the house. Her eyes were vacant, her mind a million miles away, trying to escape the reality of what had been done to her. They dragged her to parents ' bedroom and threw her to the bed.

"See you later, Raghu," Rafiq called over Raghu’s shoulder, his voice thick with satiation. "We'll leave her here for you to enjoy." He chuckled cruelly, his eyes raking over my mom's bruised and violated body. "She's a good fuck," he said, licking his lips. "So tight, so fresh."

Shambhu's eyes were glued to my mother as he spoke. "Indeed," he said, his voice hoarse. "I've never seen such a beautiful doll. You're a lucky man." He reached out and traced the line of her jaw with his thumb, his touch lingering. "Too bad I had to leave her but Raghu , you need to make sure she doesn’t go to security officer”

Raghu's smile grew even wider, his eyes glinting with the promise of more pain to come. "Don't worry," he said, his voice smooth and confident. "I'll take good care of her." He watched as his friends disappeared into the night, the sound of their laughter echoing in the quiet of the early morning.

The door to the bedroom clicked shut, and my mother's eyes slowly opened. She was lying on the bed, her Benarasi sari in tatters, her body bruised and marked by their brutality. Her legs were spread open, and I could see the thick, white evidence of their assault, the cum glistening on her thighs like a perverse necklace of pearls.

Raghu lay over her, his heavy weight pressing her into the mattress. His arms were wrapped around her, his cock still hard and slick from her body. He began to cuddle her, his movements gentle and almost tender. It was a grotesque parody of affection, a stark contrast to the violence he had just inflicted upon her. She lay there, unmoving, her eyes staring into the distance, the light in them extinguished.

He leaned down and kissed her, his lips wet and sloppy against hers. The taste of her own tears and the salty musk of the men's cum mingled on her tongue. "You did so well, Kakoli," he murmured, his breath hot and foul. "You're a natural." His words were like acid, burning through the numbness that had settled over her.

Her eyes searched his, looking for any shred of humanity, any hint that he knew the gravity of what he'd done. But all she saw was desire, a hunger that had not been sated. He whispered against her ear, "I want to go inside you one more time, my beautiful Kakoli." His voice was a serpent's hiss, a promise of more pain.

Her voice was barely a whisper, "Where's my husband " she managed to ask, her eyes flicking to the clock on the wall. The hands seemed to mock her, ticking away the moments she'd been robbed of.

Raghu's smile was a twisted thing. "Oh, your dear husband is safe and sound in the hospital," he said, his tone sickeningly sweet. "He had a little...accident. Nothing to worry about, though. We are going to visit him soon."

Mom's eyes grew wide with shock and fear, but she didn't react. She knew she had to stay calm, had to keep Raghu talking. "What kind of accident?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Raghu leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "An accident that was meant to keep him busy," he whispered. "But don't worry, he'll be fine. For now, forget about him. This is your time to shine, Kakoli. Just focus on me."

Mom's mind raced, trying to understand the gravity of the situation. Her body was a battleground, bruised and broken by these monsters. But she knew she had to keep playing along, had to find a way to get help. So, she took a deep, shuddering breath and nodded slightly, feigning submission. "Okay," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "I'll do whatever you want."

Raghu's smile grew even more twisted, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Good girl," he said, his voice a seductive purr. "You're going to be our little secret, aren't you?" He leaned in closer, his cock pressing against her stomach. "First time when i saw you, I thought you are going to be fragile doll, but tonight we all realize you have more strength than we have imagined. You a born whore.”

Mom's eyes searched for a way out, but the walls closed in around her, suffocating any hope. She felt the warmth of his erection against her, a stark contrast to the coldness that had settled in her soul. "Now," Raghu continued, "you didn't answer Rafiq's question earlier. How does your husband's cock compare to ours?"

Mom's heart raced, and she could feel the bile rising in her throat. She knew she had to play along if she wanted to survive this night. She took a deep breath, swallowed her pride, and whispered, "Your and your friends cocks are...bigger."

Raghu's smile grew even more twisted as he pushed himself into her, the head of his cock parting her bruised folds. "Is that right?" he asked, his voice a mix of amusement and arrogance. "Does your husband's cock feel like a toothpick compared to ours?"

Mom's eyes filled with tears, but she forced herself to nod. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yours are...bigger."

Raghu's smile grew even more smug as he positioned himself at her entrance, his cock poised to invade her once more. "I knew it," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Jayanta is a tiny man, isn't he?"

Mom's eyes burned with anger, but she knew she had to keep playing the game. "Yes," she forced out, her voice strained. "Yours are...bigger."

Raghu's cock slid into her, the sensation of fullness making her gag. He kissed her deeply, his mouth sloppy and wet with the taste of their combined fluids. It was a claim of ownership, a declaration of his victory over her. The act was a violation of everything she held dear, a desecration of her body and her soul. Yet, she didn't pull away. She endured his touch, his kiss, his possession.

The sound of his hips slapping against her thighs filled the room, a rhythmic beat of degradation that echoed through her very being. She could feel herself tearing, the pain mixing with the numbness that had taken hold of her. She was no longer a person, no longer a wife, no longer a mother. She was merely a vessel for their pleasure, a toy to be used and discarded.

And yet, amidst the horror, she heard something that shattered her heart even further—she heard herself moaning. The sound was low, almost inaudible, but it was there, a betrayal of the agony she felt. Her body, despite the violation, was responding to the brutal pleasure that Raghu was inflicting upon her. It was as if she had no control over her own reactions, as if she were a puppet on a string, dancing to the tune of his sadistic whims.

Raghu's eyes widened with excitement at the sound, and his thrusts grew more intense. He knew that he had broken her, that she was his to do with as he pleased. His hands tightened around her wrists, holding her in place as he pounded into her, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "You like it," he growled, his voice deep and animalistic. "You're just a whore, aren't you?"

Mom's moans grew louder, her body responding against her will. Her hips bucked up to meet his, a silent plea for release from the torment. Despite her fear, despite the pain, she felt her body climbing towards something she didn't want. It was as if she were being torn apart, her very soul being consumed by the dark flames of their lust.

Raghu noticed the change in her, his smile turning feral as he pumped into her harder. "That's it," he groaned, his voice strained with effort. "Take it, Kakoli. Take all of me." His eyes bore into hers, and she knew he could see the betrayal in her own gaze, the horror and the despair. But he didn't care. All that mattered was the power he held over her.

The tension built, the pressure inside her like a coiled spring, tightening with every thrust. And then, it snapped. Her body shuddered with pleasure, her muscles clenching around him as she climaxed, the sensation ripping through her like a storm. Raghu roared in triumph, his own orgasm following closely behind. He filled her up with his hot seed, his eyes never leaving hers as he claimed her once again. The feeling of his release was like a brand, searing her soul with the knowledge that she had been used, that she had given in to their twisted games.

Mom's chest heaved with ragged sobs, her body limp and spent beneath him. "I...I can't," she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming and crying. "Please, no more."

Raghu pulled out, his cock still hard and glistening with their combined fluids. He leaned down and kissed her, his tongue pushing into her mouth, tasting the salt of her tears. "Don't worry," he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper. “I will leave you now”

Mom's eyes searched his, a flicker of hope lighting up in the darkness. "What about my husband ?" she managed to ask, her voice weak and trembling.

Raghu's smile was cold, his eyes flat. "Don't worry about him," he said, as he climbed off her and began to get dressed. "We're going to visit him in the hospital later . Have a nice sleep, darling”

Mom lay there, her body a tapestry of pain and humiliation. The thought of my father in the hospital, hurt by these monsters, filled her with a rage so intense she could barely breathe. Yet, she knew she had to bide her time. Play along until she could find a way out of this nightmare.

Raghu's heavy footsteps retreated from the room, the door closing with a soft click that seemed to echo through the house like the slamming of a cell door. The weight of his body lifted from her, and she could feel the cool air of the room touch her sweat-drenched skin. With a herculean effort, she pushed herself up and off the bed, her legs trembling like a newborn fawn's.

Her feet touched the cold floor, each step a reminder of the violation she had just endured. Her legs felt like they were made of jelly, threatening to give out beneath her. Yet, she found the strength to move, to escape the scene of her degradation. She staggered to the bathroom, her once-elegant sari now a torn and tainted shroud. The light was harsh, revealing every bruise and scratch, each one a stark reminder of the brutality of the night.

The cold water from the tap felt like a slap in the face, but it helped to clear the fog of shock and pain. She took a deep breath, trying to wash away the feeling of Raghu's cock inside her, the taste of Rafiq's cum in her mouth, and the horror of Shambhu's touch. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, searching for the woman she used to be, the mother, the wife. But all she saw was a shell, a broken doll that had been played with and discarded.

With trembling hands, she cleaned herself up as best she could, her eyes avoiding the bruises that blossomed like dark flowers on her skin. She stumbled back to the bedroom, her legs barely carrying her. The sight of the rumpled bed brought back memories of the night's events with a sharp clarity that made her stomach turn.

As she lay down, she felt the sticky residue of their lust on her thighs, a constant reminder of the violation she had endured. Sleep claimed her once again, a welcome reprieve from the hell that had become her reality.

I went back to my room. The sun was high in the sky when I finally managed to crawl out of bed. I made my way to the kitchen, where I found Mom sitting at the table, sipping tea. She looked up when she heard me enter, her eyes red and swollen from crying.

Kamala, our maid, was standing by the stove, her eyes darting between us. She could tell something was wrong, but she didn't dare to ask. Instead, she just kept stirring the pot of chai, the clink of the spoon against the metal a comforting sound in the otherwise silent room. "What happened, bhabhi?" she asked tentatively, her voice a whisper. "Why are you looking so sad?"

Mom took a deep breath, her hand shaking as she brought the cup to her lips. "It's nothing, Kamala," she said, her voice a brittle façade of normalcy. "I'm just tired. Raghu said he would take me to the hospital to see your saheb today." She forced a smile, but it didn't quite reach her eyes.

Kamala's gaze searched hers, filled with a concern that she couldn't quite hide. "Are you sure, bhabhi?" she asked softly. "You look...different."

Mom nodded, her smile never wavering. "It's just a headache," she lied, her voice tight. "I'll be fine after some rest. But I need to go to the hospital . Can you check where is Raghu?”

Kamala, her expression a mix of concern and confusion, nodded and hurried outside. A few moments later, she returned, her brow furrowed. "Bhabhi, Raghu is still sleeping in his room. He didn't answer when I called." She placed a gentle hand on Kakoli's arm. "Do you need me to wake him up?"

Mom took a shaky breath and shook her head. "No, let him rest," she murmured, her eyes never leaving her tea. "We'll go later."

The minutes ticked by like hours, each one heavier than the last. When Raghu finally stumbled into the kitchen, his eyes bloodshot and his clothes rumpled, the air in the room grew thick with tension. He looked at Mom, his gaze a sneer that made my stomach turn. "Ready to go?" he asked, his voice a grating rasp.

Mom couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze, focusing instead on the steaming cup of tea in front of her. "Yes," she said, her voice a mere whisper. The tremor in her hand was the only sign of the fear and anger roiling within her.

As we made our way to the car, I could feel the weight of the secret we were carrying, a dark cloud that hovered over us. Raghu opened the door for Mom, his smile forced, and she slid into the backseat with me, pulling the sari closer around her bruised body.

The engine roared to life, and we began the long, tense drive to the hospital. Raghu was his usual talkative self, but the conversation felt forced, a façade that could shatter at any moment. "Couldn't sleep well last night, Bhabhi ?" he asked, glancing at her in the rearview mirror. His eyes were filled with a cruel amusement that sent a shiver down my spine.

Mom's voice was a tightrope of control as she replied, "No, I had a...bad dream." Her eyes remained focused on the passing scenery outside the window, her knuckles white as she gripped the edge of her sari.

When we arrived at the hospital, Dad's eyes lit up the moment he saw her. The sight of his bruised and broken wife brought a smile to his face, a stark contrast to the horror we were living. "Kakoli," he said, his voice filled with relief. "You came."

The doctor, a kind-faced man with a gentle demeanor, gave us an update on his condition. "Mr. Das," he said, his voice soothing. "You're making excellent progress. We'll keep you for observation for another two days, but if everything continues as it has been, you'll be released soon."

Dad's eyes lit up with relief, and he reached out for Mom's hand, his thumb gently stroking her knuckles. "Good to see you, Kakoli," he said, his voice a hoarse whisper. " I am sorry I was not there in our anniversary “ His smile was pained, a clear indication that he had no idea of the horror she had faced last night.

Mom's eyes met Dad's, and for a moment, the weight of the secret she was carrying almost crushed her. She forced a smile, her heart breaking at the thought of what he would do if he knew. "It's okay, darling ," she murmured, her voice a soft caress. "I'm just happy you're okay."

The doctor cleared his throat, bringing us back to the present. "Now, Mr Das, we need to run some more tests," he said. "Your wife can stay with you until visiting hours are over, but then she'll have to leave."

Mom nodded, her hand squeezing Dad's tightly. "I'll be here," she promised, her voice a lifeline in the turbulent sea of their shattered lives. Dad's grip on her hand grew stronger, and for a moment, it felt like they were the only two people in the room.

As we stepped out into the harsh light of the hospital corridor, I couldn't help but notice the way Raghu's eyes never left Mom's. His gaze was intense, a silent threat that made my blood run cold. She met his stare with a defiance that surprised me, her eyes a storm of anger and determination. It was as if she was daring him to do his worst, to try to break her even more than he already had.

Once we were back in the car, the tension was unbearable. Raghu's hand rested on the gearshift, his knuckles white with the effort of not reaching out to touch her. "So, Kakoli," he said, his voice a sneer. "Do you know what Engineer saheb said to me yesterday when I had taken him to hospital?”

Mom didn’t say any word. Raghu - “He asked me to make sure I can keep you safe. He loves you a lot”

The car remained silent, the only sound being the hum of the engine and the occasional snicker from Raghu. His words hung in the air, a twisted mockery of my father's love and concern. Mom’s jaw tightened, her eyes never leaving the passing scenery. Inside, she was a volcano on the brink of eruption, her anger and humiliation bubbling just beneath the surface.

As we pulled into the driveway of our bungalow, the silence was shattered by the slamming of the car doors. Raghu stumbled out, his eyes never leaving Mom's as she got out of the car. She walked with a dignity that seemed almost superhuman, her posture a silent declaration of war against the monsters that had taken over her life.

Kamala left us. I was with my mom in bungalow. Mom went to her room asking me to go to my room and study.

But as soon as she closed the door, I couldn’t focus on the textbooks. The images from last night played like a terrible movie reel in my head. The sounds of her screams, the sight of her bruised and naked body, the smell of their sweat and lust, it was all too much to bear. I tossed and turned in bed, my heart racing as the memories consumed me.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps snapped me out of my tortured thoughts. I peered through the crack in my door, my heart thudding against my ribcage. Raghu was back, his shadow stretching across the hallway floor like a dark specter. I watched as he knocked gently on our main door entrance.

Mom's voice was shaky when she called out, "Raghu, what are you doing here?"

His reply was a chilling chuckle that sent a shiver down my spine. "Oh, Kakoli," he said, his tone a mockery of affection. "I've come to check on my favorite toy. Did you miss me?"

Mom's voice was strained, a thin thread of fear woven through it. "Raghu, please," she begged. "Leave us alone."

There was a pause, and then Raghu spoke again, his voice cold and menacing. "If you don't open this door, I'll get my friends to break it down," he warned, his words a promise of more horror to come.

Mom's hand hovered over the doorknob, her mind racing for a way out of this nightmare. She took a deep breath and made a decision, steeling herself for whatever was about to happen. With trembling fingers, she unlocked the door and swung it open.

Raghu stood there, his eyes glinting with a mix of excitement and malice. He pushed his way inside, not bothering to hide his erection. "Missed me?" he leered, his grin a grotesque parody of affection.

Mom stepped back, her eyes flickering to my room's door. "Please," she said, her voice shaking. "My son is in there. He can't see this."

Raghu's grin only widened, his gaze never leaving hers. "Oh, don't worry about him," he said, his voice a sickening blend of amusement and contempt. "Perhaps he deserves to know his mother is a slut now. “ He took a step closer, his hand reaching out to stroke her cheek. She flinched but didn't pull away, her eyes never leaving his.

He brought his finger to her lips, tracing them in a slow, deliberate movement that made my stomach turn. The sight of his rough, calloused digit against her soft, trembling mouth was a stark reminder of the power he held over her. His touch was like a brand, marking her as his property. "You're going to do everything I say," he murmured, his voice a sibilant hiss. "You're going to make me feel good, just like you did last night."

Mom's eyes filled with tears, but she didn't flinch. Instead, she nodded, her voice a shaky whisper. "Please, Raghu," she begged. "Just leave me alone now."

Raghu's grin grew even more sadistic as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against her skin. "You think it's that simple?" he said, his voice a low growl. "You're mine now, Kakoli. Me and my friends, we've decided to share you. One night for me, one night for Rafiq, one night for Shambhu. And on special occasions, all of us together."

Mom's eyes widened in horror, her body stiffening as she took in his words. The thought of enduring this torment night after night, at the mercy of these depraved men, was almost too much to bear. "No," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Please, Raghu. I'll do anything, but not this."

Raghu's smile grew, his eyes glinting with triumph. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her neck. "You're going to love it," he murmured, his hand sliding down to cup her breast. "You're going to beg for us to come back for more." His thumb flicked over her nipple, and she couldn't help the involuntary gasp that escaped her lips.

Mom's eyes squeezed shut, tears rolling down her cheeks as she tried to imagine a way out of this hellish cycle. "Please, Raghu," she begged, her voice a desperate whimper.

Raghu's grin grew even wider as he pulled his hand away, his erection still standing tall and proud. "You know what you have to do," he said, his voice a cruel taunt. "You want me to leave? Then show me how much you want it."

Mom's eyes widened in horror, but she knew she had to play along. With trembling hands, she dropped to her knees, her eyes never leaving Raghu's as she leaned in to do his bidding.

The sound of his zipper echoed through the room, the metal teeth parting to reveal the monster that had claimed her so many times before. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, the head glistening with pre-cum. The sight of it made her stomach churn, but she forced herself to look up at him with a semblance of need, her eyes glazed over with a mix of fear and despair.

Raghu's hand guided his shaft, the velvety skin brushing against her trembling mouth. He rubbed the tip of his cock over her bottom lip, tracing it with the same sick fascination he might reserve for a butterfly pinned to a board. His eyes were glued to hers, watching her reaction with a perverse pleasure that only a true sadist could enjoy.

Mom's eyes filled with revulsion, her heart hammering in her chest as she fought the urge to vomit. She wanted nothing more than to turn away, to deny him this sick victory, but she knew she couldn't. Not now, not when she had to keep up the façade of submission. Instead, she took a deep, shuddering breath and leaned in, her lips parting to take him in.

Her beautiful pink lips wrapped around his cock, and she could feel his excitement surge as she began to move her head in a slow, deliberate rhythm. His fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her as he grew harder and thicker in her mouth. The taste was bitter, the smell of him making her stomach roil. Yet she persisted, her eyes never leaving his, a silent challenge in her gaze.

Raghu's eyes rolled back in his head, a low groan escaping his lips. "That's it, Kakoli," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "You're such a good girl." His words were a knife in her soul, each syllable a twist of the blade. But she took it, enduring his praise with a stoicism that belied the rage simmering within her. She knew that she had to keep him satisfied, had to play her part until she could find a way to escape.

Her jaw ached as she took more of him into her mouth, his cock growing even larger as she worked him with her tongue and lips. She could feel him thicken and swell, his excitement growing with every movement. It was like he was feeding off her pain, growing stronger with every tear that fell.

"Look at me," he growled, his grip on her hair tightening. She obeyed, her eyes meeting his as he pushed deeper into her mouth, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic pleasure that made her skin crawl. "Your husband would be so proud," he said, his voice thick with mockery. "Sucking my cock like a whore."

The words cut through her like a knife, a twisted reminder of the life she had been forced into. Raghu's hand stroked her cheek, his thumb brushing away the tears that spilled down. "Wouldn't he love to see this?" he mused, his voice a taunting whisper. "His beautiful, obedient wife, on her knees, sucking my cock like she was born to do it?"

Mom's eyes blazed with a mix of anger and despair as she nodded, her mouth moving faster, taking him deeper. Raghu's eyes lit up with a malicious glee at the thought of my father witnessing her degradation. "Maybe one day," he murmured, his eyes drifting to my room door. "Maybe one day, we'll let him watch."

The words were a dagger in her heart, and she choked on a sob, her gag reflex kicking in as she fought to keep his cock in her mouth. Raghu's grip tightened in her hair, pulling her closer.

With a brutal tug, he thrust his cock deeper into her throat, her eyes bulging as she struggled not to gag. His hand held her head in a vice-like grip, moving her in a rhythm that was painfully fast and deep. She could feel the head of his cock hit the back of her throat with each stroke, the sensation making her eyes water.

Mom's hands clutched at his thighs, her nails digging into his flesh as she fought to breathe, her nose buried in the coarse hair at the base of his cock. He didn't seem to care, his eyes alight with a sick satisfaction as he watched her face contort with the effort of taking him. His other hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, guiding it in and out of her mouth with a cruel precision that spoke of his years of experience in degrading women.

The sound of his groaning filled the room, a disgusting symphony of pleasure that seemed to echo in Mom's very soul. Each groan was like a nail in her coffin, a grim reminder that she was nothing more than a plaything to be used and discarded. Yet she couldn't help the way her own body was responding, her own arousal growing despite her mind's screaming protests.

It was as if her body had been hijacked, a traitor to her will. Raghu noticed, his grin growing even more sadistic as he watched her struggle against the waves of pleasure that were building against her will. "That's it," he crooned, his grip on her throat tightening. "Take it all."

Mom's eyes grew wide, her cheeks hollowing as she fought to swallow his cum. It was a thick, bitter taste that filled her mouth, coating her tongue and the back of her throat. Her eyes watered and she coughed around his shaft, her throat spasming as she tried to keep from choking. Yet, she knew she had to endure it, had to show him that she was his to command.

Raghu's eyes gleamed with triumph as he watched her, his cock still pulsing in her mouth. "Swallow it," he ordered, his voice a low growl. "Swallow every drop." His hand on her throat tightened, a silent threat that made her stomach clench. She had no choice but to obey.

With a final, agonizing effort, Mom closed her eyes and swallowed, the warm, salty fluid sliding down her throat. She felt dirty, used, and utterly broken. The taste lingered, a constant reminder of her violation. Raghu chuckled, his grip on her hair loosening as he pulled away. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction.

Mom's eyes remained closed, her mouth open slightly as she gasped for air. Raghu stepped back, tucking his cock away with a smug smile. She could feel his eyes on her, drinking in the sight of her on her knees, her mouth a mess of his semen. The floor was cold and hard beneath her, a stark contrast to the fire of rage burning within her.

With trembling hands, she wiped her mouth, the sticky fluid smearing her cheek and chin. The taste was a vile assault on her senses, a foul reminder of the monster that had just used her. The droplets of cum clung to her skin, a humiliating badge of dishonor that she desperately wanted to scrub away.

Raghu's voice was a cold slap, pulling her out of her daze. "Clean me up," he demanded, his cock still semi-erect and glistening with her saliva.

Mom's eyes snapped open, meeting his with a fury that could have set the room ablaze. But she knew better than to show it. With trembling hands, she reached up, her eyes never leaving his as she took his cock back into her mouth. Her tongue swiped at the last drops of cum, her teeth scbanging against his skin in a way that was both gentle and threatening.

His eyes rolled back in his head, a moan escaping his lips as she cleaned him with a thoroughness that was almost loving. It was a performance, a dance of dominance and submission that she had been forced to learn all too well. Her mind was a whirlwind of rage and fear, but she focused on the task at hand, her movements deliberate and precise.

Finally, Raghu stepped back, zipping up his pants with a smug look on his face. "Good girl," he said again, the words sticking in her craw. "I'll be back tonight. And I'll bring Rafiq. We've got a surprise for you."

Mom's eyes widened in horror as she realized the extent of their depravity. They were going to take her together, claim her in front of each other, and enjoy her fear and pain as their twisted entertainment. She managed to nod, her voice a mere whisper as she said, "I'll be ready."

The moment the door slammed shut behind Raghu, she collapsed to the floor, her body wracked with sobs. The weight of his words and the reality of her situation was too much to bear. The walls of our bungalow felt like they were closing in on her, each breath a fight against the panic that threatened to consume her.

Moments later, I heard the soft knock on my door, the sound of my mother's voice calling me for dinner. Her voice was a shaky attempt at normalcy, a feeble attempt to maintain the façade that was now shattered beyond repair. I didn't move from my bed, the images of her degradation etched into my mind's eye.

Forcing myself to get up, I shuffled to the dining room, my feet feeling like lead. The sight of her sitting at the table, her eyes red-rimmed and her smile forced, was almost too much to bear. She had changed into a simple sari, the bright fabric doing nothing to hide the dark shadows under her eyes or the bruises that marred her once flawless skin.

We ate in silence, the weight of the day's events lying heavy on the table between us. Each bite felt like a lie, a sham, as if we were pretending that everything was normal when our lives had been irrevocably torn apart. The food tasted like ash in my mouth, but I knew I had to eat, to keep up the charade.

After dinner, Mom's voice was barely a whisper when she told me to go to bed. "You need your rest," she said, her eyes avoiding mine. "Go and sleep now”

The words hung in the air, a heavy shroud of despair that seemed to suffocate the very essence of our home. I nodded, unable to find any words to respond, the gravity of our situation a palpable presence in the room. As I turned to leave, she reached out and squeezed my hand, her touch a silent plea for understanding. I gave her a small nod, my heart aching for the pain she was hiding behind her forced smile.

In my room, the darkness seemed to press in around me, each shadow whispering the horrors of what had occurred. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my thoughts racing. Mom's quiet resignation was a stark contrast to the fiery spirit she had once embodied, a spirit that had been crushed under the weight of their cruelty.

Hours ticked by, the digital clock on my nightstand blinking a cold, uncaring light with every silent minute that passed. The tension grew, thick and palpable, a suffocating blanket that seemed to weigh down every inch of my body.

As the night grew later, the sounds of the village outside grew muted, the darkness outside my window seeming to press against the glass like a living entity. It was then that I heard the distant rumble of a car engine, the sound growing closer and closer until it finally stopped just outside our bungalow.

My heart skipped a beat, and I sat up in bed, my eyes searching the room for any sign of escape. But the walls remained silent, the shadows unyielding in their watchfulness. I knew it was Raghu, back to claim what he believed was his.

The engine cut out, the silence outside as deafening as the roar in my own head. I slid out of bed, my legs shaking with a mix of fear and adrenaline. The floor was cold under my bare feet, the chill seeping into my bones as I tiptoed to the door. My hand reached for the knob, my breath held in anticipation of the worst. But it didn't turn. It was locked, a silent sentinel keeping me in my own personal hell.

[rajeshhyd]

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