Coerced Shadow: Entrapment of my mother

[Rupakpolo1]

On-screen, Priya scrambled forward, thick glasses slipping. She hooked her arm under Ma’s, straining to lift her. Ma’s head lolled, her glossy red lips slack. Her crimson silk pooled around her legs as Priya half-dragged, half-carried her off the sofa. Ma’s feet shuffled weakly against the glacial marble. Ravi Uncle watched, swirling his sherry glass, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Where’s she taking her?" I hissed, my voice scbanging raw.

I ran to the room where mom was. Mallika startled, Sherry sloshing in her glass. "Why are you here?”

“What happened to Ma?” I demanded. Mom slumped against Priya, eyelids fluttering. Her words came thick and slow. “Just… not feeling well, beta.”

Priya adjusted her slipping glasses, struggling under Mom’s weight. “Headache,” she mumbled. “She need some rest”

Mallika stepped between us, sherry fumes sharp on her breath. “Go play, child.” Her knuckles whitened around her glass. “A lot of adults are there to take care of her.”

I fled back to Rohan’s room, the laptop screen still pulsing with grainy feeds. “Where’s Priya taking Ma?” My finger jabbed the screen, Priya hauling Mom down a corridor toward the lacquered teak door. The Playroom. Priya punched *0924*. The lock clicked. The door swallowed them whole.

Rohan didn’t look up. His thumb traced the laptop’s keyboard. “Let us see what she is doing inside the room,” - His eyes stayed glued to the feed,Priya dumping Mom onto the bolted bed. Mom’s crimson silk sari fanned out like a wound. Priya backed out, locked the door.

“Why?” The word ripped from my throat. “Why that room?”

Rohan didn’t look away from the screen. His finger tapped the grainy image of Priya locking the Playroom door. “Because she’s beautiful.” His voice was flat, detached, like describing the weather. “The most beautiful woman Dad’s ever brought here. He’s been watching her for months. Planning.” He finally glanced at me, his eyes reflecting the laptop’s sickly glow. “He told Mallika Aunty tonight is the night to execute the plan. Your mom wouldn’t need convincing after the sherry. That she’d be... receptive. I knew they had planned all along. I heard their conversation.” He swallowed. “I knew he’d put her there. Where he films them all.”

My stomach clenched. “But she’s my mom”

Rohan flinched, finally tearing his gaze from the laptop screen. The sickly glow painted hollows under his eyes. "I know," he whispered, his voice cracking. "My dad promised me she will be my mom going forward. I don't think my dad will hurt her like others. What is happening is good for everyone."

My fist slammed onto the laptop lid, cracking the image of Mom trapped in that mirrored room. "Move the feed! Show me Mallika and Ravi Uncle now!"

Rohan flinched, fingers flying. The screen flickered, resolving into the penthouse living area. Mallika stood rigidly near the chrome trolley, her grey coils unmoving. Priya was whispering urgently, her thick glasses magnifying panicked eyes. "...drug is taking full effect now, madam. She’s compliant. Limp."

Ravi Uncle stood silhouetted against the panoramic city lights, swirling sherry in his crystal glass. A slow, predatory smile spread across his face. "Finally," he murmured, the sound tinny through the laptop speakers but thick with anticipation. "The fruit ripens after so much tending. Time to taste."

Mallika’s hand shot out, gripping his forearm. Her knuckles were bone-white. "Patience, Ravi," she hissed, her voice like cracking ice. "That Banarasi silk hides untouched merchandise. You’ll tear her if you plough straight in like a bullock. Let me prep the goods first." Her gaze flickered toward the corridor leading to the Playroom. "I’ll open her up gently. Make her receptive." She jerked her chin toward Neha, who stood trembling near the chrome trolley, shredding another napkin. "Meanwhile, discipline that one. The merchant from Dubai complained she gagged. Refused deep throat."

Ravi Uncle’s predatory smile didn’t waver. He drained his sherry, the crystal clinking sharply against the trolley. "Neha," he purred, turning slowly. Neha flinched as if struck. "Mallika madam tells me you’re... resisting customer preferences." He unzipped his trousers with deliberate slowness. The metallic rasp echoed in the silent penthouse. "Come here."

Neha trembled, shredding the napkin into snowy flakes. "Please, sir"

"Silence." Ravi Uncle’s voice was velvet-coated steel. He gestured to the thick Persian rug before him. "Kneel." She sank down, the rug’s wool scratching her knees through her thin dress. Her gaze fixed on the ornate pattern beneath her—a swirling chaos of crimson and gold. He stepped closer, the bulge in his trousers obscenely prominent. "Dubai Saab paid extra for a deep throat. You gagged and pushed him. You should act like a common street whore." His fingers tangled in her hair, yanking her head back until her throat stretched taut. “I will fix that tonight."

Neha whimpered, tears streaking her mascara. "Please, sir, I choked"

"Shut up. I did not ask you to speak." Ravi Uncle’s fingers tightened in her hair, forcing her jaw open. He thrust himself forward, the swollen head pressing against her lips. Neha choked instantly, her throat convulsing as he pushed deeper—a thick, violating intrusion that muffled her gags into wet, desperate clicks. Her fingers clawed uselessly at the Persian rug. Ravi Uncle groaned, tilting his head back, eyes closed in ecstasy. "That’s it. Take it all. Learn." The laptop speakers crackled with the obscene wet sounds of his hips pistoning.

I froze, mesmerized not by the grotesque act itself, but by the sheer size of him, thick as Priya’s forearm, glistening obscenely under the penthouse lights. Mallika swept past the camera toward the way towards Ravi uncle’s Playroom corridor without a glance, clutching a small velvet pouch. Her grey coils vanished around the corner, leaving Ravi Uncle grunting rhythmically, pistoning Neha’s head onto him. Neha’s eyes bulged, tears streaming black mascara tracks down her cheeks. She gagged violently, saliva dripping onto the crimson rug. "Please... sir... I can’t..." she gasped between thrusts.

Ravi Uncle slapped her cheek hard with his shaft—a wet, meaty smack. "Silence!" he snarled, shoving himself deeper. Her throat convulsed visibly. "After so much training? Disgraceful!" He gripped her skull tighter, forcing her down until her nose pressed against his pubic bone. Neha choked, a strangled gurgle escaping her. Her fingers scrabbled weakly against his feet. "Take it all,” he growled, grinding against her face. "Our customer expects perfection. You’ll learn tonight." Her muffled pleas dissolved into wet, suffocating clicks.

"Rohan!" I hissed, tearing my gaze from Neha’s torture. "Show Ma! Now!"

Rohan’s fingers trembled, jabbing keys. The screen flickered, resolving into a fisheye view of the Playroom. Ma lay supine on the bolted bed, her crimson silk sari shimmering under harsh recessed lights. Her wrists were already shackled to the steel rings welded into the padded headboard. Mallika stood beside her, tightening a leather strap around Ma’s ankle, chaining it to a ring bolted to the floor. Ma’s head lolled weakly against the padded leather. Her eyelids fluttered.

"What... what are you doing?" Ma slurred, her voice thick, distant. Her fingers twitched against the padded cuff—a feeble flutter.

"Debjani ....We are preparing you, darling," Mallika murmured, buckling the leather strap around Ma's ankle with a soft click. The chain clinked against the ring bolted to the floor. "For Ravi. He's waited so patiently." Her fingers brushed a stray strand of hair from Ma's damp forehead, coldly intimate. "You'll understand soon."

Ma's head thrashed weakly against the padded leather. "Prepared... for what?" Her voice was thick syrup, slurred and distant. Her body lay utterly still beneath the crimson silk, a trapped butterfly pinned to velvet. Only her eyes moved, wide and terrified, darting between Mallika's impassive face and the mirrored ceiling reflecting her own bound form infinitely. "What... did you give me?"

Mallika smoothed the silk over Ma's thigh, her touch clinical. "Just a gentle sedative, Debjani. Harmless." She slid a hand beneath Ma's blouse, fingers probing the silk hooks at her back. "It relaxes the muscles. Makes you... pliant." A small, sharp *snick* echoed as the first hook popped open. Ma gasped, a choked sound. "You won't feel the initial discomfort," Mallika continued, working the hooks methodically. "Your body will perform perfectly, but the nerves... they'll sleep for a little while. Essential for girls who might otherwise fight." She peeled the blouse open, exposing Ma's lace-edged chemise and the smooth skin beneath. The borrowed pearls lay cold against her collarbone.

"Such lovely skin," Mallika murmured, her fingertips tracing Ma's abdomen. "Like cream silk. You'll be the finest addition to Ravi's collection, Debjani. Not the youngest bloom, perhaps, but prized nonetheless. Authentic. Mature." Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, though only Ma and the mirrors could hear. "Certain patrons... they crave a mother's warmth. Pay handsomely for it. You'll draw them like honey." Her hands moved lower, bunching the crimson silk sari and petticoat. With practiced efficiency, she gathered the layers and pulled them upwards, past Ma's knees, past her trembling thighs, bunching the fabric at her waist. Ma's legs, clad only in sheer stockings clipped to garters, lay exposed. Mallika hooked her thumbs into the elastic of Ma's plain white cotton panties and slid them down, tossing them aside like discarded wrapping.

Ma gasped, a raw, wet sound. Her head thrashed weakly against the leather headboard. "No... please... Mallika madam... leave me..." Tears welled, spilling over her cheeks, tracing paths through the faint powder. Her hips jerked in a feeble attempt to twist away, but the ankle chain held firm, clinking dully against the bolted ring.

Mallika ignored the pleas. Her fingers, cold and precise, parted Ma's trembling thighs wider. The recessed lights glared down, illuminating the exposed cleft between her legs—pale skin, soft dark curls, the delicate pink folds glistening faintly. Mallika leaned closer, her grey coils unmoving. "Hmm," she murmured, almost clinically. "A delicate pussy. Untouched merchandise indeed." She traced a fingertip lightly along the inner fold. Ma flinched violently, a choked sob escaping her slack lips. "Ravi will need to temper his enthusiasm," Mallika declared, straightening up. "Ploughing straight in would tear this tight little purse. Ruin the goods." She turned, her heels clicking sharply on the mirrored floor as she strode to the lacquered cabinet disguised as part of the wall.

She slid the panel open, revealing shelves crammed not with clothes, but with silicone phalluses in grotesque sizes and textures—veined monstrosities, bulbous-headed ones, some ribbed like serpents. Mallika selected the smallest, a smooth, pale pink shaft barely thicker than a thumb. She returned to the bed, the silicone glistening under the harsh light. "Your husband," Mallika stated flatly, positioning herself between Ma's spread legs, "must be weak. Or neglectful." Her gaze flicked dismissively over Ma's exposed core. "These vaginal walls? Like a virgin's. Clenched tight." She pressed the cool tip against Ma's entrance. "Relaxation is essential, Debjani. Breathe. Or this will hurt more than necessary."

Ma gasped as the slick tip breached her. "What... what is that?" Her voice was thick, panicked slurry. Her hips jerked weakly against the chain. "Get it out!"

"Shhh, Debjani," Mallika murmured, twisting the pink silicone slowly. "Just ensuring you're properly lubricated. Essential preparation." She pushed deeper, the shaft disappearing inch by inch into the resisting warmth. Ma whimpered, a high-pitched sound scbanging her throat raw. Her fingers clawed uselessly at the padded cuff. "Relax. This prevents tearing. Ravi prefers an unimpeded entrance." Mallika withdrew the glistening dildo, examined its tip, then selected a slightly thicker one—veined, the colour of bruised flesh. "You'll feel everything soon enough. The sedative merely... relaxes the initial resistance."