Rudra had, of course, no intention of going hiking or trekking anywhere but his presence would have ruined his mother's plans. So with a great show of getting prepared, he packed some sandwiches, two bottles of water, put on his best hiking shoes and set off in his car for a temple that his grandfather had told him about. This was the start of a hiking trail that would lead past some of the best scenery in the Sahayadris. But after just a couple of turns on the desolate road that led to the nearest inhabited hamlet he stopped and parked the car in a copse. He changed his heavy hiking shoes for a pair of light sandals and took a shortcut through the fields back to the house. Then he waited behind the hedges.
It wasn't long before his mobile buzzed. Exactly thrice and then stopped. This told him which side of the house he should be on. Accordingly he positioned himself inside a thicket from where he could keep an eye on the house without being seen himself. He did not have to wait long after that because soon enough, he saw a window open and his mother pulling apart the curtains. Now he was all set. He pulled out his phone and dialled his mother's number which, as planned, she disconnected with a busy signal.
Now he could only imagine what was happening inside. He knew from personal experience that his mother was a tigress in bed and he wondered how long could his grandfather keep up with his daughter's voracious sexual appetite. Once or twice he thought that he heard a full throated scream and suddenly he felt his own erection taking on a life of his own. Seeing his mother naked or even fucking her was hardly anything new for him but nevertheless, the thought of his naked mother thrashing around on her own old father was a new source of titillation that had its own charms. Time dilates when you are waiting for something to happen and this was no different. It is unlikely that Barun lasted more than a few minutes between his daughter's legs but to Rudra it seemed like ages. Then it happened. He saw that his mother had appeared at the window and was looking out, searching for him and he revealed himself to her from within the dense shadows of the thicket. She saw him right away and he saw the small packet -- it was the condom of course, filled with his grandfather's sperm -- that she gently threw out on the lawn and quickly closed the window. Now it was up to him to do his part!
Instead of running directly across, and risk being spotted if someone opened the window again, he dashed to the end of the lawn and then approached the window along the wall. Then he picked up the condom, which was filled up like a water balloon, and sprinted across to the front door. Sheela had left the door open and Rudra quietly but quickly stepped into the room and went to the library. Knowing where his grandfather kept the keys, he recovered it, opened the door and entered the library. Quickly he latched the door and as his eyes got accustomed to the dim light he realised that the five paintings of his naked grandmother seemed to be glowing with a new significance.
Back in the bedroom, there was a new drama that was being played out. After the first hasty ejaculation that had surprised him, Barun had suddenly taken on a new persona. Gone was his initial infatuation with his sexy daughter. In its place was the grim visage of a rapist pervert. Before Sheela could realise anything, her father produced a long piece of thick rope and had thrown it around her neck. Then he roughly pushed her on the bed and tightened it so that it almost choked off her breath. Sheela was taken off-guard and found herself on her back and pinned to the mattress and Barun climbed on top and started thrusting his now obscenely long erection into her cunt.
Sheela tried to scream but the noose around her neck made sure that no sound emerged. Then Barun laughed loudly and slapped her so hard that for a moment Sheela almost blacked out. When she recovered, Barun's erection was already embedded in her cunt and was moving in and out frantically. Sheela knew that she was in trouble and was desperately hoping that her son would somehow come and release her from this torment.
Meanwhile, in the library, Rudra was working to his plan. First, he located a small pin from his grandfather's desk and carefully, very, very carefully he pricked a tiny hole in the sperm filled condom. Then he went up to one of the paintings of his naked grandmother and squirted a small amount of his grandfather's sperm on the painting. For a moment nothing happened and then the painting began to crack, and wisps of smoke began to appear from the cracks. Encouraged by this he squirted a little more of his grandfather's sperm on the rest of the picture and especially on the naked image of his grandmother. Suddenly there was a big crackling sound, and the picture broke across the middle and started spewing more smoke that rolled around the room.
Rudra knew that he was onto a good thing, and he moved to a second painting and repeated the process and again, the picture cracked and started to emit smoke. But with the smoke there was a new light that flooded into the room and the smoke and light started creating a strange, shadowy image of human form. For a few seconds, Rudra was puzzled. Should he wait or call for his mother? But no. There was something in the rapidly changing atmosphere in the room that had taken control of the young man. This new force was pushing him gently but firmly towards the third picture and when he wetted it, a sudden strong and acrid odour flooded through the room.
For a minute, Rudra seemed to choke on it and then it suddenly mellowed down until it was no different from a strong incense. But the smoke from all three pictures was now coming together and in the light that was now emanating from them, it was taking on strange and weird forms. For a moment he thought that he could see the naked form of a woman but then it dissolved and rearranged itself in the form of a ball that then elongated to form a cylinder which then sprouted a gigantic head that almost touched the ceiling. Rudra had mentally prepared himself for some surprises, but this was too much. For a moment, he was gripped by a sudden fear. It seemed to him that someone far, far away was crying out to him. Was it his mother? And was it for help?
Which was quite possible because Barun had by then got his daughter in a choke from which she could barely free herself. As the noose tightened around her neck, she knew that she could not breathe anymore. Her lungs, her heart and her brain were crying for air but there was no way that she could get it. Her eyes bulged, her face went red and then slowly turned blue as her life was slowly drained away from her. Barun knew it. He knew that his daughter would die soon and in her death, he would get an orgasm, an ejaculation that he had not had for a very long time. He watched fascinated as his daughter's life drained away from her helpless body and this triggered a massive pulse of pleasure that boiled out of his balls, coursed through his enormous, erect penis and squirted out, unimpeded by any condom, right into his daughter's womb.
In the library, Rudra had regained his senses. With his mother's cry for help ringing in his ears and pushed along by the swirls of energy that were reeling through the room, Rudra reached the fourth painting and squirted some more of the sperm on it. There was a crack of thunder as the painting jumped off the wall and a violent apparition streamed out of it. Simultaneously, in the bedroom, the touch of Barun's sperm on his daughter's innards made Sheela jump up and with a superhuman strength, she suddenly sat bolt upright. This sent Barun sprawling on the floor and with the choke loosened, Sheela could suddenly breathe again.
Suddenly, the power equation had changed, and the boot was on the other foot. Barun took one look at his daughter but even otherwise a sudden dread flooded through him.
"That bitch is coming back!" he screamed in realisation, "and someone is releasing her in the library." He gathered himself up with an alacrity that belied his age. Sheela was of course aware of what Rudra was in the library and to give him some more time, she shot out a leg that caused her father to topple and possibly break a tooth. But Barun's fear and panic was such that he was oblivious to the pain. He got up almost immediately and ran out of the room. He had to stop the release of the Goddess! Sheela too got up and raced behind him.
Back in the library, four of the pictures had collapsed and the energy and the apparitions that they had released were swirling around in a riot of shapes and colours. Rudra heard a roaring sound in his ears and saw that whatever it was that was in the room had coalesced itself into the form of a naked woman -- obviously, it was his grandmother! Then he felt a push or was it a pull? Suddenly he was in front of the last painting, the one that was placed right in front of his grandfather's favourite chair. He knew that he must release the spirit that was trapped in that last painting but the condom in his hand was almost empty.
At that moment, the door of the library burst open and Barun charged in and headed straight towards him.
"You will not touch that painting you bastard." Barun screamed and tried to drag him away.
But it was too late. Rudra reached out and slapped his hand along with the broken condom bang in the middle of the picture. What remained of Barun's sperm in the condom spilled out and along with the gooey mess that was already on his palm. This was enough to release the fifth and final figure. The picture jumped off from the wall in a cloud of fiery smoke. There was a roaring sound that grew in volume. Everything that had been swirling around in the library coalesced into points of light that started flashing and popping like the cameras of a million paparazzi. Then points of light gathered together into a glowing fireball that swiftly expanded to swallow up everything in the room. Rudra watched in awe as that liquid fire burst out through the door, the window and the walls of the room to engulf the entire building. It was like a gigantic funeral pyre that was being whipped up even further by a gale of wind that had suddenly swept down from the hills, burning down everything with it.
Rudra's clothes had burnt away but he was untouched, unhurt and so was his mother Sheela. They were right inside the fire but it wouldn't or couldn't touch either of them even as they watched in awe as it burnt and charred everything around them, including the dead body of Barun. Slowly the wind died away, the fire subsided and the roaring sound reduced itself to a soft tinkle behind them. Rudra and Sheela turned around and saw before them the naked figure of his grandmother, her mother, Durgamati smiling at them.
"Come, my dears," her voice was as sweet and as appealing as her graceful figure. "You have liberated me from many years of magic bondage."
She might have been Sheela's mother but in her magical incarceration, her aging had stopped and she looked just as young, radiant and sexy as she was when Sheela had been conceived. She was tall, dark and muscular in a uniquely feminine way, with typical Santhali features that included a flat nose, high cheeks, big, bouncy bosom and a shapely pair of butts. Her long hair hid her breasts, fell along her belly, past her navel and almost touched the wild spread of her pubic bush. In one hand she held an iron rod, glowing red hot while the other had its palm open and facing downward in a gesture of divine benevolence. Suddenly, Sheela and Rudra felt a wave of comfort and pleasure wash over them.
