Fantasy The Train Ride - **Fondling, Exhibition, Humiliation, Rough Sex**

[tweeny_fory]

erotic experience.. keep going

[B1ryani]

**Part 8.**

With every slow thrust, I could feel the big mans balls hitting the base of my pussy. Tap tap tap tap, I could just barely make out the sound coming from my rear. My asshole was trying it’s best to take as much of his cock as it possibly could. I could feel my arms going numb by now as the big man let go of my wrists. Instead, he placed his hands on both my butt cheeks and spread them apart as his fat cock continued to plough my stretched tight hole. As my arms swung loosely by my side, I felt the cum exiting from my pussy running down my legs. 

I continued to suck the old man’s cock, his grip on my head was starting to lighten as his body was tensing. Just a little bit more; I thought to myself. I moved my head up a bit, relieved to not have it buried in his unshaven pubes and focused my lips around the tip, my teeth gently biting down at the base of his cock head, and sucked it like a straw. My wet tongue was lapping his pee hole, doing circular motions. The old man removed his left hand from my head and held the base of his cock, slowly tugging the meat, his eyes were closed now. 

A moan escaped his mouth as thick creamy liquid squirted into the back of my mouth. Oh god it tasted so fucking bad. His cum continued flow out in short bursts inside my mouth. His left hand went back to the back of my head holding me down, forcing me to swallow his offering. I was trying hard not to vomit as the disgusting liquid flowed down my throat. I could taste it all over my mouth as his cock slowly started to deflate inside my mouth. 

He finally took his hands off my head and I released his soft cock from my mouth. I looked at his face, then at his cock. It was about an inch now; the foreskin had covered the head again. He was looking at me, my body moving a little every time the big man thrusted into me. The old man looked at my tear-stained face and smiled, pulling his lungi back over his cock. His right hand went back to my swinging tits and he gripped the left one, flicking one nipple then the other. My face was still on his lap.

“ahhh...ahhh…. ahhh”, I moaned slowly. 

The big man continued to pound my ass for another minute or so when I felt his grip on my butt cheeks tighten. Warm cum began to flow into the depths of my anus. The big man came like a horse. I could feel the intense pressure coming from my bowels with his fat cock acting as a plug. He slowly began to pull the meat out. The minute the cock head exited my butt hole, I could feel his cum flowing out in a gush, dripping down onto my pussy, my thighs and the floor. 

I sighed with relief.

The big man held my waist and pulled me off from the old man’s lap. I felt the old man’s finger stretch my left nipple as my tit exited his grip. I stood up again, making sure my face doesn’t hit the Vick’s lady’s ass once again. As soon as I stood up again, the lights in the carriage started to flick on. I could hear exited sounds coming from the passengers, shouting and whistling loudly as the train slowly started to move. 

I quickly pulled my top back down to cover my breasts and looked around at the crowd. Behind me I could feel the big man fiddling with his zip, trying to stick his now flaccid cock back into his pants. I looked down at the floor, trying to locate my bra and panties, but in all the commotion, it had been kicked under the seats. Fuck. I thought. I was drenched in sweat, the front and back of my shirt was wet, I could see my nipples poking out from the thin white top. I pulled my jacket over me and zipped it up. My anus was stinging, I could feel the stickiness between my butt crack and my legs. It was so uncomfortable. 

“Your asshole was so tight”, the big man put his face near my left ear again. 

“Give me your address. I want to fuck your pussy next”

“I have some friends that would like to have some fun with you as well”, He continued to sneer into my ear

 I closed my eyes and kept quiet. Wanting this hell to end. I just wanted to exit the train as fast as possible. The old man was looking out the window as if nothing had happened. The young man next to him had woken up too as the wind started to gush into the carriage as the train sped along. 

“Did you enjoy that you little slut?”

“How was the old man’s cock? I’m sure it tasted delicious to you”

“You looked like a pro. I saw the old man’s face. He couldn’t hold it in for long”, he laughed into my ear. He buried his face back into my neck and bit it. I kept my eyes closed. My mouth tasted horrible; I could still taste the old man’s cum on my tongue. 

I opened my eyes to look around the carriage. Wondering if anybody saw me. Everybody seemed to be doing their own thing, I got a few glances from the men but nothing to indicate they had seen me in action just now. Thank God. The train started to slow down at the next station. I had no idea where we were, I just wanted to get out. 

The train came to a complete stop. People started to move. The Vick’s lady had her handbag positioned back over her shoulders. Yes. I thought. 

“You’re leaving so fast?”, the big man whispered. “I wanted to fuck your pussy next...”

I looked down at the old man. He was making sure to avoid my gaze, looking out the window. I felt so much anger in me now. I wanted these two men arrested for what they did to me. The Vicks lady started to move, walking forward. I pasted myself as close as possible to her and began to walk down the aisle. As I moved, I felt the big man’s hand grab my right butt cheek and squeeze. He quickly let go as I walked down to the exit. 

I felt the breeze hit my face the minute I got onto the platform. This station wasn’t familiar to me. Fuck it. I started to look for the closest toilet. The cum on my thighs and butt crack was starting to dry and it was very uncomfortable. I followed the signages and ran into the disabled toilet. 

At least the toilet was relatively clean. I lifted up the toilet bowl cover and removed my skirt, placing it over the sink. I sat down on the toilet bowl and buried my face in my hands to cry. I sat there for 10 minutes and tried to gather myself. Sigh. I took a long pee and grabbed the bidet. Spraying as much water as I could into my pussy hole and stinging anus, then washed the dry cum off my thighs and legs. I could still feel their hands on my body. I looked around for toilet paper to wipe myself off but of course there wasn’t any. 

I stood up and went to the sink and starred at myself in the mirror. There were tear stains all over my face, teeth marks and love bites on my neck and shoulders. My light makeup had run. I washed my face as best I could and grabbed my skirt, I could see dry cum stains on the bottom. I let it run under the water for awhile to wash it off, thinking what should be my next move.

**End of part 8.**

[B1ryani]

Thank you everyone for your comments and support. I appreciate the feedback.

I have an idea on what to do for Divya's next arc. Should I continue or end the story as it is.

Let me know.

[Rainman]

Thank you everyone for your comments and support. I appreciate the feedback.

I have an idea on what to do for Divya's next arc. Should I continue or end the story as it is.

Let me know.

Continue the story looks far from over

[blackdesk]

dont stop please, you are a king of an erotica writer boss.

[Gopal Ratnam]

Super. She does not want anyone to help her come out of this. But only bothered that no one see this. What a bitch.

[B1ryani]

**Author's Note** - the second arc of Divya's adventures starts here. Please excuse the long conversations between characters that are needed to set the scene. Also, all locations and places stated are based off Google so it might not be accurate. 

**Part 9.**


10 minutes later, I opened the door of the cubicle and exited onto the platform. It was windy out as I walked along the sides of the building trying to get my bearing. I felt the jacket pocket and could feel my phone and wallet in there, sighing with relief. I took my phone out to check the time but my battery was dead. Cursing myself, I put my phone back into my pocket and zipped it up. 

I read Malda Town Railway Station on the big board in front of me. It was about a 45-minute ride from Old Delhi station, excluding the time it took for the train to conveniently break down midway. I should be a couple of stations away from my stop, I thought to myself. I looked around the empty platform, everyone had exited the station and there doesn’t seem to be many people around. As I walked, I saw a small clock on the wall read 8.45 PM. Fuck. Its late. I was wondering if my room mate was home and wondering where I was. She probably was out with her boyfriend anyway. I’m going to make a report on these two men. I deserved some justice. 

Along the end of the platform, a small stall was lit up. As I approached closer, I realised it was a little chai walla shop. I saw a man sitting down on a stool smoking a cigarette. A boy was preparing some food at the back. 

“Uncle?”

He looked up at my face, then shifted his eyes down to my breasts and exposed legs. He looked back up at me.

He took a long drag from his cigarette. “Yes ma?”

“Uncle, I’m looking for a security guard. I want to make a report.”, I said softly. Avoiding his gaze. 

He looked at my face again, he could see the expression of distress. This time with concern on his senior face, he twirled his moustache for awhile then replied. “It’s already late ma. Most of them would have gone off duty by now”. He stood up and looked up and down the empty platform. “I think Ramana is still around. Maybe you can see him instead”

“Ramana…?”

“The Station Master. He usually leaves late. He might still be in his office.”, he said. 

“Where is the office uncle?”, I said softly. 

He looked at me again. “Anand! Anand, aiya, come here.”. The boy exited the back and came beside him. “My son will take you to his office”.

I looked at the boy. He looked to be about my age but was very skinny and had a small frame. He was wearing an old oversized T-shirt and shorts, a dirty cloth hung over his right shoulder. 

“Anand, take her to meet Ramana. He should be in his office”, the man said. Anand nodded. 

I put my hands together. Grateful for his help. “Thank you, uncle.”

Anand started walking in front of me heading back towards the railway building. “This way sister.”. I could feel the skirt blowing around in the wind. I put my hand on my sides to hold it down as I walked along the platform with Anand. We both reached the stairs at the side of the building. Anand lifted his left hand and pointed up the stairs, initiating for me to walk up first. I proceeded up the dimly lit stairs with Anand following me from behind. The minute I reached the top of the stairs, a sudden thought hit me like a brick. I wasn’t wearing panties. Anand must have gotten a great view of my ass and pussy as he followed me up. Fuck. I thought to myself. 

Anand walked past me as he reached the top of the stairs. I looked at his face but he remained expressionless. 

“Mr. Ramana’s office is at the end, sister", he said as he walked in between the empty office cubicles. I followed him quietly. Most of the lights in the office was off as every had gone home except for a bright light coming from a room at the end of the walkway. We reached the door. 

Mr. Ramana Chinnasamy
Malda Town Railway Station Master 

I read it out in my mind, the small black fonts were stickered on the door. Anand knocked on the door. The glass part of the door was covered with blinds.  

“Come”, I heard a voice. 

Anand opened the door and walked in with me in tow. 

“Anand, what is it?”

Mr. Ramana was seated behind his old wooden desk, facing a very old computer. There were stacks of files all over the room. The office was very old, the paint on the walls were faded, 2 plastic chairs we positioned in front of the table. Some old random paintings and photographs of trains hung on the wall. An old air conditioning unit was blowing with a very loud noise. The room was very cold. 

Mr. Ramana looked like he was in his early 60’s. A dark skinny man with thin framed glasses, his white hair combed neatly to the side with a lot of oil covering his bald spots. He looked annoyed that he was disturbed halfway through his work. He looked up at Anand, then shifted his eyes to look at me. I saw the Indian Railways logo on the side of his crumpled white shirt. 

“Sir, this sister wanted to see you”, Anand pointed at me. Then waited by the side of the wall. I walked up to Mr. Ramana and stood in front of the table. I could see him looking at my exposed legs first. I was getting goosebumps from the cold office; glad I had a jacket on. 

“Yes ma? How can I help you?”, his eyes glanced my breasts first before it met mine. Anand moved quietly behind and stood in front of the door, watching what was happening. 

“Sir…. I want to make a report.”, I said softly. 

“A complaint?”, the irritation in his voice was obvious.

“no .. no sir… I was on the 6.50 train from Old Delhi Station…”

“You want to complain about the delay? Don’t bother ma. You are not the first. Many people already did. We are trying our best here”, He looked very annoyed now.

“No sir…it’s not that”, I lowered my voice to a whisper, afraid Anand would hear. “I was touched on the train sir…”

Mr. Ramana leaned forward to hear me properly. “Touched? Come on ma. Do you know how many people get groped on the train every day? I can’t help each and every one of you”, His looked me in the eyes, interrupting me. 

“Sir...”, I tried to keep my voice as low as possible. “Sir, I was forced….”, I stopped. I could feel the tears starting to build up again.

His face changed. From annoyed, he had a serious expression on his face. Then let out a long sigh. I saw his eyes looking at my legs again, then back up at my face. 

“Anand”

“Yes sir.”, I heard Anand behind me. 

“Go find Constable Guna sir and bring him here.”. Anand nodded his head and went out the door. 

“Take a seat ma”, Mr. Ramana pointed to chair directly opposite him.

**End of Part 9.**

[Ragasiyananban]

Interesting. But Tamil names in delhi and that old man talking in tamil are confusing.

[Steven Rajaa]

Superb.

Atleast train had some people around. Here no one is there to help her. Three old men and one young boy.

[B1ryani]

Interesting. But Tamil names in delhi and that old man talking in tamil are confusing.

Is it? My apologies. I'm a NRI living in Adelaide, never been to India . For the sake of the story ,I will proceed as I have established the characters already. I'm writing based on the assumption all the characters are speaking Tamil in the story but translated to English for the readers. Sorry for the confusion.

[B1ryani]

**Part 10.**

“It’s ok sir. I would like to stand for a while”, in truth, my anus was hurting, but I didn’t want to tell him that. 

Mr. Ramana stood up and came beside me. He put his hand on my shoulders and pressed it gently. I bit my teeth. The big man had bit me there and it was still sore. He adjusted my hair, placing the loose strands back behind my ear. 

“Are you ok ma?”, he asked me softly. His face serious, his hand still on my shoulder. 

“Yes sir…”, I replied softly. His eyes shifted to my breasts over the jacket. 

“Let Anand bring Guna. I need a security officer officer present to take the report.”, he said. “Do you want some water?”

I shook my head. I had gargled my mouth thoroughly in the toilet to get the taste of the old man’s cum out of my mouth. I looked at the time on the wall mounted clock.  9.10 PM. I was wondering how I was going to get home. Mr. Ramana went back to his seat and sat down, staring at me. 

5 minutes later there was a knock on the door. 

“Come in Guna”, Mr Ramana’s voice boomed out. Constable Guna walked in followed by Anand. As he walked past me, I could get a faint smell of alcohol off him. He stood beside the table and looked at me from top to bottom. He was dark skinned, close to black in colour, with a very thick moustache, looking like those typical Indian security officer men you would see in movies. He was in his late 40’s, relatively big sized with a big pot belly sticking out from his security officer uniform. His baton and pistol were parked in their respective holsters on his belt and he had a thin long rattan stick sticking out under his armpit. 

“What happened, Ramana sir?”, his eyes still on me. I looked down at my feet. 

“Guna, there is a report I need you present for.”, Mr Ramana said as he nodded towards my direction. Guna understood what he meant. “Anand, bring tea and something to eat“, he continued. Anand exited the room and closed the door behind him. 

I stood alone in the room with these two men. 

Mr. Ramana opened a file and pulled out some papers. I heard his pen click, getting ready to take notes.  

“What’s your name ma?”, Constable Guna asked. He sat down in the plastic chair in front of me. I could feel his eyes examining every inch of my body.

“Divya Krishnamurthy, sir”, I replied

“Age?”

“19, sir.”

I saw his eyes shift to my breasts. Then he looked down at my exposed legs. His face remained expressionless. “Are you studying?”

” Yes, sir. Ahilya Bai college. Nursing.”  

“In Delhi? Why are you so far out here?”, his expression curious. 

“I stay in Dhulian Ganga sir, with my friend. It’s cheaper than staying in town.”, I continued. 

“Parents?”

“In Tamilnadu sir. I’m came here to study.”

Mr Ramana was listening intently, taking down notes on his paper. Constable Guna reached out his left hand and held my right thigh, gently squeezing it. “Ok Divya. Tell us what happened to you ma.”. His expression remained serious.  Both eyes were on me. “In exact detail.”, He emphasized. 

“Sir, after finishing uni I went to the train station. I left late because we had to stay back for assignment discussion”, I felt his hand gently caress my thigh again. “I bought a ticket for the 6.45 train.”

“This incident happened inside the train?”, Constable Guna asked. I nodded. “Why didn’t you take the women only coach?”. He took his hand off my leg and stared at my face, waiting for an answer.

“There was no women only coach sir. I couldn’t find it. I was stuck with the crowd as they entered the train sir.” Both the men remained quiet, waiting for me to continue. I saw Mr Ramana’s eyes shift to my breasts again. I continued to tell them the situation in the train, the crowd and how packed it was. I told them about the old man touching my leg and the big man touching my ass from the back. 

“You wore a skirt, what did you expect from the men in the train.” Constable Guna sneered at me, looking at my legs again. I was taken aback from this statement but decided to ignore it. I continued my story until the point of the big man grabbing my ass from the back. 

“Did he grope your ass or grab it?”, Constable Guna asked. ” I want to know every detail ma. Don’t leave out anything.”

“He..he grabbed it sir”, I mumbled.

“Did he squeeze it?”

“Yes sir…”, I said softly. I was still looking down at my feet,I felt my face turn red at the question. “The man behind me kept whispering things into my ear.”

“What things?”, the question came from Mr Ramana. 

“He kept talking about...ummm”

“Tell us ma”, Mr Ramana said

“He umm…he was talking about how big my tits were”, I whispered softly.

“What? Speak louder ma”

“He was talking about how big my breasts were, sir”. 

“Ok. What else”, Constable Guna asked, he looked at my tits again, then back at my face. 

“He kept asking me if I was turned on. And asking me if I liked what he was doing.”

“Did he say anything else”, Mr Ramana asked.

“No sir, mostly statements like that. He kept kissing and biting my neck sir. It’s a bit bruised”, I stretched my neck to the right to try and show them the love bites on the left side. 

Constable Guna stood up and took a step towards me, the light smell of whisky surrounding him. With his left hand he held my jacket, then pulled the zipper all the way down and unclasped it with the right hand. He then went behind me slowly removing my jacket over my shoulder. He took a look my neck, examining the teeth marks and love bites on my neck and shoulder, his fingers running along the skin and nodded to Mr Ramana. Mr Ramana continued writing on his paper. Constable Guna folded my jacket and placed it on the other chair beside the one he was sitting on. 

I was now standing in my thin white top and skirt. Fuck. They could both see how big my tits were as they jiggled freely under my top. I looked down at my shirt and blushed hard. My big dark areolas were so obvious against the white material, my nipples were so hard from the cold air-conditioned room. I just stood there looking down at my feet again, my nipples standing at attention.  

Constable Guna sat back on the chair, he picked up his rattan cane from the table and was holding the end of it. Both the men had their eyes on my top, Mr Ramana was staring directly at my breasts, looking like he was trying to measure the width of my areolas in his head. Nobody said anything about my obvious lack of a bra. 

Coughing slightly. “Continue ma”, Mr Ramana said. Constable Guna looking up from his chair at my nipples too, very obviously. He didn’t even bother to shift his eyes when I looked back at him. 

“You said something about the old man that was sitting down. What was he doing?”, Constable Guna asked, his eyes still locked on my breasts.

“His hands were on my thighs sir..”

“You said he was touching your ankles a few seconds ago. Which part of your thighs was he touching at this time?”

“He moved his hands up slowly sir…”, I said softly.

“Show us exactly where he touched you ma” Mr Ramana said. His eyes now drawn to my skirt.

I was in an awkward situation now. My mind was racing as I very slowly lifted up my skirt, stopping just at my inner thighs. Constable Guna leaned forward, reached out and put his right hand on my leg just above the knee. “Here?”, he asked.

“No..no…sir…a bit higher”, I mumbled.

His hand went a little higher. “Here?” His hand gripping my lower inner thigh on the right leg. 

“…no sir…even higher…”, I whispered. I tried avoiding eye contact with both the men in the room. I found a picture of a classic train on the wall and focused my attention to it. Constable Guna’s hand went a little higher, pressing against my inner thighs just below my butt. The hand was under my skirt now. 

“Here?”, he asked. His hand gently squeezing the fleshy meat.  

“Yes, sir…”, I replied. Mr Ramana adjusted his glasses as he continued to write the details down. His eyes shifting between my legs and his piece of paper. Constable Guna let my thigh go and leaned back in the chair, folding his arms. Both the men took a look at each other then looked back at me. 

” Ok. Continue ma. “ . Mr Ramana said, “The old man had his hands on your thighs, what was the other man doing?”

“His hand was on my stomach sir”

“Which part?”, Constable Guna asked. His eyes had shifted back to my hard nipples, then at my stomach. I pointed at my belly button. “Show us where.”

I slowly lifted up my top a little bit and showed the two men my belly button. I focused my attention back at the wall picture. 

“What was he doing to your stomach?”, Constable Guna continued. Both the men were looking at my stomach and my hips. I slowly used my right index finger and did circular motions around my belly. 

“So, while the man behind you was touching your stomach. What was the old man doing?”, Mr Ramana asked. I pulled my shirt back down. I could feel my tits jiggle under the top as I moved around. 

I kept quiet. Having to relive the moment. This was so embarrassing. How do I tell these men the old man had his finger digging my asshole under my panties at this time? I was thinking hard. Should I just tell them sorry and leave. 

“His … his hand was on my ass sir….”, I whispered to myself. 

“What? Please speak louder ma.” Mr Ramana said again.

“His finger was inside my ass sir…”, I said loudly. I saw a smile creep up along the side of Constable Guna’s face. His eyes looking at my skirt again. 

“How was it in your ass ma? Weren’t you wearing panties? It would have been very difficult for him.”, Mr Ramana inquired seriously, looking me in the face. I tried to avoid his eyes but I could feel it drilling into my brain. 

“I was sir…at that time…”

“What do mean ma, …at that time?” 

“I mean…at that time…when the old man had his finger…emmm…inside …my ass. It was under my panties.” I was thinking hard if I should continue. “But they took it off”, I blurted out. 

“They took it off?”, Mr Ramana repeated after me. He glanced over at Constable Guna. With the rattan stick still in his hand, he slowly placed the other end of cane under my skirt and lifted it all the way up. For a few seconds , my pussy lips were exposed to both the men in the room.

**End of part 10.**

[Vasanthan]

Excellent update

[B1ryani]

**Part 11.**

“What are you doing!!!”, I shouted out as I pulled my skirt back down. I was clearly angry. At this point I already knew these two men were taking advantage of the situation. Constable Guna was smiling. His thick moustache curled up over his lips.  

“What do you mean ma? We have to verify the truth from your end. We need to be thorough with the investigation. I need all the details.”, Mr Ramana casually replied me. He looked at Constable Guna. “Was she wearing her panties, Guna? I couldn’t see.”

“I don’t know sir. She pulled her skirt back down.”, he shrugged as he placed his rattan stick on the table. 

“Come here ma.”, he gestured at me to come to him. I stood my ground. “I need to complete the report. If not, this case is just going to be thrown out.”, he said matter of factly. 

I was wondering what I should do, these men were touching me freely for the sake of their ‘report’, my priority was to make sure the big man and the old man got what was coming to them. I sucked in a deep breath and slowly walked towards Mr Ramana; I’m going to see this through till the end I thought. I could feel Constable Guna’s eyes staring at my ass as I walked past him. I went around the desk and stood in front of Mr Ramana, glancing at the piece of paper on his desk. He was indeed writing down everything I was telling him. Perhaps there was some truth in what he was saying. 

Mr Ramana twirled his old rotating chair towards me and leaned forward. He removed his glasses and let it hang down on his chest, the thin string holding it securely around his neck. I could see the bald spots on the top of his head more clearly, whatever hair he had left didn’t do much to help him cover it up. Constable Guna adjusted his chair and was facing us now, his arms folded across his big chest, resting on his pot belly, leaned back.

Mr Ramana looked up at my face. “Lift up your skirt ma”, he said. He put the pen he was holding back on the table and placed both his hands on his knees, leaning forward even more. 

“Sir…. sir…I’m not lying sir…my panties really is in the train somewhere sir”, I pleaded to him, trying to sound as convincing as I can. “I couldn’t find it when I ran out sir…it was under the seats sir.”

“It’s ok ma, just show me so I can include it in the report.”, he said, reassuring me. 
I slowly reached down and gripped the ends of the front of my skirt with both hands. Sighing heavily, I looked up at the ceiling and lifted up the skirt, pulling it up slowly exposing my inner thighs where Constable Guna had touched me. 

“Higher ma…”

I pulled my skirt up higher revealing my entire pubic area, my pussy greeted Mr Ramana’s face. The lips were stuck together, hiding the labia and clit within from the dry cold air. It looked like a fat juicy clam. I looked up at the ceiling waiting for this to end. 

“Hmmm…. she’s telling the truth, Guna.”, Mr Ramana commented. I shifted my eyes from the ceiling and looked across the table at Constable Guna. He grunted in acknowledgment. I saw him lean forward a little, trying to get a better view. I looked down at Mr Ramana. He had shifted his body back a little bit, taking in the view of my thighs and pussy in front of him. Before I could say anything, Mr Ramana moved his right hand between my thighs. I was looking down as the palm of his hand disappeared between my legs, the tip of his ring finger pressed against my right pussy lip, feeling the smooth puffy meat. Then I felt the tip of his middle finger on the left lip now as he gently started to run his fingers up and down along the entire length of my pussy. The finger tips barely making contact with my flesh, just feeling the smoothness of the pussy skin. I felt my back arch a little towards him as the coldness from his fingers on my pussy sent shivers down my spine.  

“It’s so smooth … when did you shave, ma”, Mr Ramana asked, his eyes not leaving the view of my pussy that’s being gently caressed by him. I continued to hold the skirt up. 

“Yess…yyyesterday sir”, I replied him with a little gasp. His hand felt so gentle against the roughhousing of the old man on the train. I was still looking down, watching his arm slowly appear and disappear under my skirt. 

There was a tap on the door. Someone was knocking. 

Fuck. I thought. Anand was supposed to come back. I had totally forgotten about him. I reacted by releasing my grip on the skirt. It dropped down over Mr Ramana’s hand. He stopped moving, the 2 fingers were now pressing down on my pussy lips. 

“Come in Anand”, he called out. 

Constable Guna got up and opened the door, I could roughly make out a small tent in his khaki uniform pants. He waited for Anand to come in then closed the door behind him. I heard a click as he pressed down on the lock on the door.

Anand was looking down at the tray he was carrying, careful not to lose balance, paying no attention to the situation of the room. He still had the dirty cloth but it was dbangd over his left shoulder now. He slowly reached the table and placed the tray down, sighing in relief he had made it this far; I could see three small glasses of tea and a plate of samosas. 

Anand took one glass off the tray and handed it over to Constable Guna, all eyes were on Anand as he took the plate and placed it in the middle of the table. Anand took the second glass and looked up Mr Ramana. He froze. His eyes focused on Mr Ramana’s hand under my skirt, then shifted up to my hard nipples over the white top, poking out in attention. He stopped for a while staring at me, trying to make out the dark outline of my areolas over the thin material then looked up at my face. I quickly shifted my eyes to look away from him, avoiding his gaze. He silently placed one glass in front of Mr Ramana then took the third glass and left it beside the plate of samosas. He then looked down, trying to avoid making the situation even more awkward than it already was. 

“Ramana sir, would you like anything else?”, Anand said, he looked at Mr Ramana’s hand, probably wondering what it was doing under my skirt. 

“No Anand. Have a seat. You can wait until we finish then clear the table.”, Mr Ramana answered him, nodding his head at the direction of the second chair beside Constable Guna. 

Anand was struggling to read the situation around the room, he looked at Constable Guna then back at me. I was still looking away from him. He slowly walked back behind the table and sat down beside Constable Guna. He adjusted his seat to avoid being too close to the security officer officer then looked back at Mr Ramana, keeping silent. He took his dirty cloth and wiped his oily face then placed it back over his shoulder.

Under my skirt, Mr Ramana had wedged his index finger between my right thigh and pussy lip, his thumb slowly rubbing my smooth pubic area, the other fingers wrapped around my thigh. Constable Guna took his tea and was slowly sipping it before taking a samosa and putting it in his mouth. With his left hand, Mr Ramana took his glass and brought it below his mouth, slowly blowing into it, then took a sip. 

“Shall we continue ma?”, Mr Ramana looked back up at me. I could feel all eyes were on me again. I didn’t know if the room was freezing or if it was just me, I could feel my body shivering.

“Sir … sir…. Please sir…. Anand is here…”, I said softly at him, my voice was trembling now, eyes starting to water. 

“Don’t worry about him ma. He will leave after we are done. I can’t be leaving the dirty glasses overnight in my office, can I?”, his right hand gave my thigh a little squeeze. 

“Please proceed Ramana sir.”, Constable Guna said out loud, his hand reaching out to grab another samosa. Anand kept quiet watching the situation unfold in front of him. 

“You said the two men on the train removed your panties, correct?”, Mr Ramana voice suddenly because serious again. I felt his index finger push against the sides of my pussy lip.  

“Yes…yes sir…”

“So, the both of them started to fondle your pussy at the same time?”, he asked crudely. 

“No sir… ju…just the old man.”

“Then what was the man behind you doing?”, Constable Guna asked, looking me in the face. 

I looked at Anand’s face. He was listening to every word with great care. Fuck. This was so humiliating. I really regretted getting myself into this situation. 

“His pushed his…hmmm”, my voice trailed off. Fuck. Why did Anand have to listen to this as well. “His finger sir…was inside my…”. Fuck. “…inside my ass sir.”, I said as softly as I could. I saw Anand’s eyes go wide. 

“I see… I understand. Let us focus on the old man for now Divya. Give me a minute”, Mr Ramana removed his hand from my skirt and twirled his chair back to face to Constable Guna and Anand. “Guna, this seems like a serious case”, he said, looking at constable Guna as he picked up a samosa and took a bite. He looked back up at me and nodded towards the plate. 

I shook my head. “No thank you sir...”, I said softly. I wasn’t hungry. I just wanted to leave as fast as I could.

“We can get the details of the old man first Ramana sir, then the other man. The more we know, would make it easier for us to find them”, Constable Guna replied. I saw him reach his right hand under the table, probably to adjust his pants. Anand remained silent by his side; he was very focused on what was going on now. 

Mr Ramana took a long sip of his tea and put the glass back down on the table, then slowly repositioned to face me again.

**End of part 11.**

[Arul Pragasam]

Wow. Great writing

[fuckandforget]

Slowly she will get used to these inappropriate touches and finally change as a full fledged slut.

[B1ryani]

**Part 12.**

Wiping his fingers with a thin piece of tissue, he looked up at me. “I want to know exactly what the old man did to you, ma. Every little detail will help.”, he looked me in the eye as he threw the crumpled tissue into the small bin under his table. 

“Everyyy…little detail sir?...”, I slowly repeated after him. How the hell was I supposed to tell him exactly how the old man played with my pussy. There was nothing he didn’t do except stick his cock in. Sigh. I could feel Mr Ramana’s eyes piercing into mine, waiting for an answer. I thought hard, trying to relive the moments. 

“He…ummm…the old man. He started to…”, I looked around the room, everyone was hanging on to every word I was saying. “The old man…he kept…umm..kept pinching my..pussy….sir.”

“Pinching how?”, Mr Ramana leaned back in his seat, looking at me. 

“He was ..ehm…he had his fingers….his fingers on the sides pushing it together sir.”, I said softly. 

“Hmmm…. Take your skirt off, ma. Show me.”, he looked dead serious. 

“Sir?!’’, Fuck. I’m not going to strip in front of all three men, this was crazy. The fear was creeping up into my mind. What was I supposed to do, these are men of authority, men with power. They could make things even more difficult for me. “Sir, please sir.”, the look of fear obvious on my face. 

“Take it off Divya. The faster we finish the report, we can end.”, Constable Guna slyly said from across the table. I looked at his uniform, reminding myself he was a security officer officer. From the corner, Anand was watching and listening to everything, elbows on the table as he leaned forward, his eyes opened wider when Constable Guna repeated the order at me. 

Shit. I placed my hands on my hips along the garters of the skirt. This can’t be happening. Slowly I pushed the skirt down to my legs, as my body was arched, I quickly put both hands over my pubic area. The skirt fell down to my ankles. Mr Ramana bent over, his right hand reached out to the skirt and pulled it out from under my legs. He picked it up and examined it, looking closely at the material. 

“Guna, you better keep this as evidence.”, he said as he passed the skirt across the table to Constable Guna. The constable nodded as he took it from Mr Ramana’s hand. I knew my jacket was on the floor, Constable Guna put it on the floor when Anand came to sit down. He reached back and placed the skirt over the jacket. Mr Ramana looked back at me; my nipples were rock hard right now. I could feel cold air on my thighs. The room felt like a freezer. “Put your hands by your side please, ma.”, he leaned forward towards me again, placing his right hand on top of my hands that were covering my pussy, using a little bit of force to push it to my side. 

I let my arms dangle freely at my side, my clean-shaven pussy was exposed to all three of them. I looked at Anand’s jaw drop for a moment then shifted my eyes back to the pictures on the wall. I did not want to look at any of their faces, the humiliation was too much. 

“What did the old man do again, ma?”, Mr Ramana asked me softly, a little bit of concern in his voice. I knew he was faking it. He was loving very moment of this, so were the other two. Anand was probably getting an experience of a lifetime. 

I let out a breath loudly. “He…pinched my…my pussy lips together sir…”, I said. 

“They already look like they are glued together”, Constable Guna commented jokingly, chuckling to himself, his eyes not leaving my exposed pussy.  

Mr Ramana paid no attention to him. I felt the palm of his right hand gently cup my pussy, then placing his middle and index finger between each thigh and pussy lip, pressing it together. I let out a soft moan as I felt my pussy lips being pushed together, the puffy meat folding between his two fingers. He held his hand in that position for a couple of minutes, pinching and squishing the lips against each other.

“He did this?”, he asked, now running his fingers along the sides of my pussy, tracing the outline of the lips. I nodded.

Constable Guna and Anand were watching every single move Mr Ramana was making. 

“What else did he do, Divya”, he asked. 

I could feel my pussy getting a little wet. Fuck. Was I getting turned on? 

“Tell Ramana sir what else the old man did to you”, I heard Constable Guna’s voice. 

“He…uhm.... he was playing…playing with the…inner folds sir”, a silent gasp escaped my mouth as Mr. Ramana pinched the lips together again. 

“Inner folds...”, Mr Ramana repeated softly. He reached up with his left hand and gripped my right pussy lip with his thumb and index finger, slowly pulling it open. A little bit of the pink flesh was exposed to everyone now, a bright contrast against my dark pussy. I looked down at him now, both his hands were between my thighs. Holding my right pussy lip open with his left hand, he used the tip of his right index finger to slide it along the middle of my pussy, from the hole to the clit and back again, feeling for my labia. I knew he could feel me getting wetter. The folds of my thick labia were obvious now, they came out of hiding from being wrapped against my pussy lips and were peeking out a little now. 

“These little folds?”, Mr Ramana asked, letting go of my right pussy lip, he used his right middle finger to flick the little labia skin, watching it sway as his finger kept hitting it. He put his left hand on his knee and bend forward, arching his body to face the other two sitting in front of us. His right hand still fiddling with my pussy. He looked up at me and I nodded slowly. The wetness from my pussy was betraying me. 

Constable Guna and Anand were getting front row seats to the show, I was sure all three of them were hard by now. I took my eyes off Mr Ramana’s hand and looked at them. Anand had his right hand off the table, probably fidgeting with his cock. Constable Guna was watching quietly, his arms still folded across his chest. 

Mr Ramana pinched the folds together with his thumb and index finger, gently pulling the flaps. I looked down again, watching as his hand stretched the skin to its limit, pulling it outwards. A sharp pain shot up my body as my labia reached its limit, I could see the elongated black fleshy skin sticking out being held by his hand, the base of my labia skin had my clit peeking out at Mr Ramana’s face. He looked at the stretched dark skin, examining it, slowly twirling the flesh with his two fingers.  

“Owww.Please sir…. Please…that hurts”, I pleaded. Anand’s eyes were fixated on my pussy and Mr Ramana’s hands. He wasn’t moving, his hand still under the table. Mr Ramana let the folds go and looked up at me. 

“What else did the old man do, ma?”, He put his right hand on my hip now, my pussy remained on display for the other two. I could feel the cold air against exposed my pubic area now.

Ï was wondering if I should go on, Mr Ramana’s heavy fondling of my pussy was actually turning me on. His pants were struggling to hold in his erection. 

“Sir..he…he put his fingers….inside me”

His face lit up a little. Then went back to being expressionless, he tried to remain serious. 

From across the table, I heard Constable Guna, “What happened to your bra, Divya?”, his eyes went back up to my top. 

“Sir…the big man…he pulled…he pulled it off”

“So, your bra is in the train as well?”, he smirked. 

“Did he play with your tits?”, the questions were becoming more daring. Constable Guna was looking me in the eyes now, waiting for my answer. Mr Ramana was listening intently, I could feel his right hand casually grazing against my skin, slowly making its way from my hip back to my pussy. 

“Yes…yes…sir”

“What did he do ma, tell us”.

“He..ummm… played with my…my nipples sir…”. Mr Ramana’s right hand was back on my pussy again. The index finger slowly gliding along the middle of my now wet pussy, his thumb slowly caressing the puffy pussy lip. I could feel my clit brushing against his finger. He was enjoying himself playing with my juicy shaven pussy.  

“He must have enjoyed those big tits.”, he commented. His eyes were focused on my dark areolas. “How big are they, ma?”, he continued. Anand looked at the constable, then back at me, staring at my hard nipples.

“Sorry sir…”, I asked again, slightly taken back by the question. A moan escaped my lips, Mr Ramana had his ring and index fingers pushing my pussy lips apart, the middle one was gently pressing against my hard clit in circular motions, massaging the hard nub. Oh god. His gentle caress was turning me on. 

“The size of your tits. What is it?”, he repeated himself, a bit more sternly. 

“Thirty…Thirty Six Double D sir…”…..”Ahhhh”, I moaned a little as Mr Ramana’s finger hit my clit again, my body jerking up a bit, jiggling my tits under my top.  

“What did he do after he removed your bra?”, his eyes not leaving my nipples. 

“He..he…pulled up my top”, I said softly, trying to control myself from moaning again. I felt Mr Ramana’s finger stop as he looked up at me again, his three fingers still remained wedged between my pussy lips. I could feel his middle finger at the entrance of my wet pussy hole. 

Constable Guna leaned forward, putting his arms on the table now, “In front of everyone?”. He asked again, with curiosity in his voice. 

I gathered myself before answering, all three were looking at my tits now.

“The train had broken down sir…the lights…lights were off…it was dark sir…”

“You told us the man had his finger inside your asshole.”, Mr Ramana asked, he moved his right hand deeper between my legs, I could feel his fingers reaching the base of my bum, the middle finger poking my anus. 

 “He used…he used his other hand sir…”

**End of part 12.**

[Rainman]

Awesome update. In all these stories my wife maintains that the men think they are enjoying the girl. But actually it is the girl who is enjoying more. The sensation the feeling of pure pleasure from having her pussy fingered and her boobs fondled is far great than the pleasure the finger or hand gets from fondling her boobs or poking her pussy. 

[B1ryani]

Awesome update. In all these stories my wife maintains that the men think they are enjoying the girl. But actually it is the girl who is enjoying more. The sensation the feeling of pure pleasure from having her pussy fingered and her boobs fondled is far great than the pleasure the finger or hand gets from fondling her boobs or poking her pussy. 

Thanks man. I agree with your statement . Stay tuned for another update in a couple of hours.

[Rainman]

Thanks man. I agree with your statement . Stay tuned for another update in a couple of hours.

I have 3 new story thread under this ID Rainman please do read them you may like it. Keep updating love your writing.

[B1ryani]

**Part 13.**

“Anand…”

“Sir?..yes..yes Ramana sir?”. Anand stood up, surprised his name was called. Damn, the boy was trying to hide his raging hard on. He was obviously not wearing any underwear under his shorts. Holding his cock down with his right hand over his shorts, he continued, “Anything, sir?”

“Come stand behind Divya, Anand.”, Mr Ramana’s middle finger was teasing the entrance of my asshole, using the cum from my pussy to slowly push the tip into the hole. I look down at Mr Ramana’s hand, my fat pussy lips were resting on Mr Ramana’s wrist, squished against his skin. 

Anand slowly walked around the table and stood behind me, he was a couple of inches shorter than me. Still holding his hard cock down over his shorts with his hand. 

“Go closer Anand…the man was directly behind her”, Constable Guna said, enjoying the scene playing out in front of him. Anand moved closer, releasing his hand from the shorts. I felt his cock spring up and hit the base of my bum. 

“So, the man behind you had one hand in your ass…. what was his other hand doing?”, Constable Guna asked. He leaned back on his chair again, his right hand was on the zipper of his pants below his belly. Mr Ramana’s finger went in a little deeper. He looked up at my tits, watching them move a little as he fingered my asshole. 

I felt like I was putting on a show for the three of them, fuck, this was humiliating. Why did they have to involve Anand now? 

“He…put.. his hand…under my shirt, sir”

“Do as she says, Anand”, Mr Ramana said. 

Fuck. I felt Anand place his hand under my shirt on my lower back, his cock was brushing up against my bare bottoms. 

“Didn’t he pull up your shirt? How could he do it from the back?”, Constable Guna said loudly, I saw his right hand massaging the outline of his cock. “Move your hand to the front, Anand.”

“Yes..Yes, sir, Guna sir”, Anand stammered behind me. His cock dug deeper into my right butt cheek as his hand moved along my waist and reached my belly, his index finger was at my belly button. I felt his bony finger press into it slightly. 

“What did the man do next, ma?”, Constable Guna asked, looking at my eyes.

“He…he pulled it up.. sir”, I regretted my reply, I knew what was coming next. 

“You heard her Anand.”, Mr Ramana said, still looking up at my tits. 

“Sir…please don’t sir…this…this is already bad enough…”, I said softly.

“I want to know happened, ma.”, he replied. “Anand. Continue.” 

“Yes..yes Ramana sir”, He stammered again, a little softer. I felt Anand’s left hand enter my top, both his hands resting on my stomach. He slowly moved his hands higher; I felt the top lifting up as well. His thumbs hit my under boob, I heard a gasp escape him as the weight of my tits rested on both his thumbs. 

Anand gripped the cloth from under the top and pulled it up, my tits brushing against his arms then falling down onto my stomach. Anand’s hands were under my armpits holding the top up, his arms pushing my tits together. I looked down, the large dark areolas were so wrinkly from the dry cold air, hard nipples poking out at attention for the viewing pleasure of Mr Ramana and Constable Guna. 

“Remove her top fully Anand, she doesn’t need it.” Constable Guna said, gripping his cock tightly now over his pants. 

“Sir…enough sir…please sir…”, I said, looking down at Mr Ramana’s face. Fuck. The nightmare was repeating itself. His finger slowly exited my anus as he sat back on his chair, enjoying the view of my tits now facing him. His hard on was very obvious now. 

Anand slowly pulled the top off over my head and put it on the table. I felt his hard cock constantly hitting my butt cheeks as he moved. I was completely naked in front of all three of them now, looking down at my feet in embarrassment. The cold was sending slight shivers all over my body. Anand stood back a bit, moving his head, trying to glace at the front of my body. 

“What happened next?”, Constable Guna said. Barely a whisper. His was looking at every inch of my body. I could hear him pulling down the zip of his pants. 

“The mann…the man played with my…my nipples sir” 

Constable Guna stood up. Staring me straight in the eyes, he put his hands under his belly and unbuckled his belt and placed it on the empty chair beside him, then releasing the clasp above the zipper. The pants fell down a little bit, a big exposed V showing off the white underwear he was wearing, a huge bulge very obvious. 

“sir…sir…please don’t”, I whimpered. 

Mr Ramana was smiling, watching my discomfort. 

“You heard her Anand.”

Fuck. I felt Anand come up behind me again, his erection poking into my butt crack. Mr Ramana leaned forward again, putting his face very close to my breasts, looking closely at my nipples. I felt Anand’s hands on my hips again, moving against my belly creeping up to my tits. The palms of his hands moved under my breasts, slowly lifting them up. He gently squeezed the meat, feeling the weight of my heavy tits on his hands. 

Constable Guna pulled his underwear down; his cock jumped out of his pants. Oh god. I thought to myself. It was jet black in colour, about 7 inches long and fucking thick. A huge vein popping out running up along the length of the shaft. He pulled his foreskin down, revealing a fat bulging black mushroom head. He gripped the base of his cock and leaned back on his chair, slowly stroking his meat. I was looking at him, fear playing in my mind. Shit. Things were slowly spinning out of control. 

Anand moved his hands up a little higher, both his thumbs and index fingers gripped each nipple, pulling it gently. Ahh fuck, it felt so good. I could feel a little bead of cum exiting my pussy, running down my leg. Anand’s cock was pushing up against my butt crack, slowly grinding his hips against me. 

Mr Ramana put his right hand on my thighs, squeezing it gently before cupping my wet pussy again, the middle finger looking for the little hole. 

“What happened next, Divya”, Constable Guna asked. I watched his big mushroom head disappear into the foreskin as he slowly played with the black cock.

“Sir..”, I was honestly afraid of his cock coming anywhere near me, I don’t think I would be able to take it. “Sir…please sir…”, I could hear the tremble in my own voice. 

“Did the man put his cock in your pussy or your asshole, ma?”, he asked me, watching my nipples being pulled and pinched by Anand. I found feel the flesh on my heavy tits exposed between his skinny fingers. Mr Ramana’s middle finger found the entrance of my pussy, slowly sliding in. The finger pushed deep inside me, his knuckles grazing my fat pussy lips as he slowly dug his middle finger around, exploring the insides of my pussy. 

“Answer me”, Constable Guna said, a slight threat in his voice. 

“Ass…asshole sir”. Fuck. My pussy was so wet. 

“Good. Now take Anand’s cock out.”

“What…sir…. please don’t.”. I was looking at Constable Guna’s face, hoping for some mercy. Mr Ramana’s index finger was slowly pushing it’s way into my pussy, the wet hole was expanding around his fingers. Anand’s face was buried in my back, his hands trying to hold as much tit meat as he could, my nipples were starting to get sore from the constant pulling and pinching. In his own world, he wasn’t paying attention to anything that was happening around him. 

“Take it out now.”, his voice was cold. His right hand released his cock and reached to his belt on the chair beside him. The black cock was standing up on its own, pushing against his own stomach. He removed the leather strap cover of his baton and pulled it out, placing it on the table in front of him 

”Take Anand’s cock out or this goes up your asshole.”

**End of Part 13.**