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

[vishuvanathan]

Superb. Luckily these assholes did not burn her with cigarette on the private parts like some sadists. I thought that will happen. They will also have a complete footage and make her sleep with their seniors for promotion.

[B1ryani]

Superb. Luckily these assholes did not burn her with cigarette on the private parts like some sadists. I thought that will happen. They will also have a complete footage and make her sleep with their seniors for promotion.

Thank you. I appreciate the feedback. 

Yes. Mr Ramana and Constable Guna are sadists ,taking opportunity on Divya's situation. But they were smart , only taking a video of Anand fucking her and individual pictures as to not incriminate themselves in her abuse. 

As for a more darker story, perhaps in the third arc? Stay tuned.

[B1ryani]

Great work..
Looking for more than one story from you 

Thank you so much for your feedback. I am glad you enjoyed the story. 

You can enjoy my first short story - The Doctor's Office here ; https://xossipy.com/thread-44693.html 

I will probably start writing the new one sometime next week. I am still thinking of the character names and the plot. Stay tuned.

[B1ryani]

Now those two men in train can also come here and join the fun.

Thank you for your feedback . 

I would prefer different hands on Divya's body as the story progresses. 

Stay tuned for a new story some time next week.

[Kinky_Badshah]

Gr8 story...Finished all parts till now in single binge read mode.
Just 1 suggestion-Add more elements of Humiliation,Rough Sex & BDSM

[B1ryani]

Gr8 story...Finished all parts till now in single binge read mode.
Just 1 suggestion-Add more elements of Humiliation,Rough Sex & BDSM

Thank you for your feedback. I'm very happy that you enjoyed my story. 

I intended to make the story a little darker moving forward, but I might keep it at humiliation, abuse and rough sex. 

I have an idea for another darker story which I intend to write soon. So stay tuned for that, and for more adventures of Divya.

[drlund]

It was a awesome story ... thanks

[B1ryani]

It was a awesome story  ... thanks

You're welcome. Stay tuned for more of Divya soon.

[Givemeextra]

**Author's Note** - Hey everyone. I hope you have been enjoying the story so far. I'm going to take a break to write down another idea I have before continuing Divya's adventure, so follow this thread for more updates.

Please leave your likes, comments and reps. That would inspire me to write more. 

Thank you . 

Short para's for quick reading 
Short para's that convey details fully

Nice Read.....Thanks.

[B1ryani]

Short para's for quick reading 
Short para's that convey details fully

Nice Read.....Thanks.

Thank you for the feedback. I'm glad you enjoyed the story

[Givemeextra]

Thank you for the feedback. I'm glad you enjoyed the story

  

Thank You. Expecting your next to be more Darker [Don't want plain/vanilla flavor  ]

[madiha.agarwal]

Sent you a private email. Please check and let me know if interested

[B1ryani]

**Author's Note** - Hi everyone. I'm going to continue Divya's story into the 3rd arc while I work on another story. Hope you enjoy this as much as the last 2 arcs. 



**Part 19.**

I looked down at my legs, the end of the jacket barely touching my belly button. I was naked from the waist down. Constable Guna took a look at me, smiling as I cupped my pussy. He grabbed me by the arm as we made our way to the door. 

“I hope to see you again, ma.”, Mr Ramana commented as we exited towards the walkway. I kept my head down, praying that the station was empty. The wall clock showed 12.35 AM, it’s been a while since I heard any trains entering and leaving the station. Anand walked slowly in front of us, keeping the tray balanced as he slowly made his way down the stairs. Constable Guna kept his grip on my arm firm, guiding me down the stairwell. My heart was pounding loudly. 

We reached the bottom of the stairs, I immediately started looking around the dimly lit platform. Thankfully, the station was empty. I felt the breeze hit my face as I sighed in relief. 

We slowly followed Anand as he walked back to his father’s little chai walla stall at the end of the platform. I was trying my hardest to walk in the shadows, afraid that someone would see me. As we got closer, I could make out the outline of a man pacing up and down in front of the shop, a lit cigarette in his right hand. He stopped as he noticed Anand approaching the shop. 

“Where have you been?! I have been so worried”, he roared at Anand. He stopped as he noticed Constable Guna walking up behind Anand with me in tow. I tried to hide behind Constable Guna, covering my body as much as I could. 

“Gopal..”, Constable Guna said.

The man’s eyes shifted from Anand, looking at Constable Guna then at me. His eyes were locked at my hands covering my pubic area. I kept my head down. 

“Guna sir?...wait..I know this girl.”, Gopal came closer, “Didn’t I ask Anand to bring you to see Mr Ramana this evening.”, he was looking at my thighs, his face puzzled. “What happened?”

Constable Guna laughed a little. “Well, we had to do a report for her…uhh…complaint.”. He pulled me out from behind him so that I stood in front of Gopal. “We had to examine her very thoroughly.”

“What did you do to her?”, I heard Gopal’s inquiring voice, his eyes not leaving my body. 

“Get her some food Gopal…and a hot tea for me.”, Constable Guna tugged my arm, pulling me along as we made our way into the stall. A single florescent light was hanging low, lighting up the small interior. A few wooden tables and stools were spread around the space. It was obvious Gopal had closed up and was just waiting for his son to return so that they can leave. Constable Guna pulled up a stool and sat down. I stood beside him quietly. 

“Anand, bring some tea for us. And some food for her.”, Gopal said, looking at Anand as he walked quietly towards the kitchen at the back. He pulled up another stool and sat in front of Constable Guna and me, facing us. Constable Guna took his security officer hat off his head and placed it on the table. 

“Don’t look so worried Gopal.”, Constable Guna pulled his phone out of his pocket. “Let me show you.”, he sneered. 

“Sir…please don’t…”,I whimpered softly.

Gopal looked at me, then at the phone screen. 

Ah….ah….ah…ah. I could hear the sound of me moaning coming out of the phone speakers. Gopal’s eyes turned wide as he watched the video of his son fucking me. Mr Ramana’s must have forwarded the video to Constable Guna. I held my head down in shame, staring at my feet. Gopal looked at his son in the kitchen, then at me and focused his attention back on the phone.

“Keep scrolling Gopal”, 

I watched as Gopal’s thumb swiped on the screen, all his attention focused on the pictures that Constable Guna took of me. I felt like I wanted to die on the spot. He passed the phone back to Constable Guna, the picture of me spreading my ass on screen. 

“Your son, the hero, came twice Gopal. Once in her ass, once more in her pussy”, Constable Guna laughed as he continued to tell Gopal what happened in Mr Ramana’s office. Gopal could not take his eyes off me, staring at my hands. 

“Move your hands Divya…”, Constable Guna looked up at me from the stool. “Show him your pussy.”, he smiled. 

“Sir….”,I said softly.

“Come on ma, show me”, Gopal whispered, his gaze not moving from my hands. I felt Constable Guna’s right hand on my inner thighs, gently caressing the warm skin. Both the men were watching my every move.

I slowly moved my hands, showing them my sore pussy lips. Gopal’s jaw dropped at the sight of me. My pussy lips were stuck together, the little labia skin peeking through from in between. I felt Constable Guna’s index finger touch my clit, slowly rubbing it, sending little jolts of pleasure up my spine.

“This slut had five different cocks today.”, Constable Guna said, a smile spread wide across his face. His index finger and thumb playing with the folds, gently pulling and twirling the flaps. Gopal looked like he was salivating, watching Constable Guna fondle my sore, cum dried pussy. “All her holes are full of cum”, he said, embarrassing me even more. I could feel tears in the corner of my eyes. 

Anand came back towards us, holding two glasses of tea and a plate with food, placing it on the table. He didn’t dare look at me, immediately going back to the kitchen to keep himself busy. 

Constable Guna took his hand off me. “Sit down and eat.”, he said to me coldly. 

I looked down at the plate. Three idli’s swimming in sambar. Fuck. I was definitely hungry. I sat down beside Constable Guna, digging in. Keeping my attention focused on the food. 

Both the men continued to watch me. “You can have my tea ma…”, Gopal said softly, watching me devour the idli’s like a hungry wolf. “You poor thing.”

I held the glass, feeling the warmth radiating into my palms and took a sip of the hot tea, letting it wash off the taste of cum in my mouth. Constable Guna continued to tell Gopal what took place just now, with every single detail. Gopal was listening to every word, his eyes shifting between Constable Guna’s face and mine. 

Anand stood in the kitchen, watching the three of us, the dirty cloth back over his shoulders.

**End of Part 19.**

[Sarran Raj]

Very good update. There is no guilt, fear, angry. She is behaving more like a well experienced slut.

[B1ryani]

**Part 20.**

“Do you want anything else, ma?”, Gopal asked me softly, looking at the now empty plate in front of me. He took a plastic water tumbler from the table beside him and placed it in front of me, indicating for me to wash my hand. 

“No…no uncle…thank you..”, I replied him, not taking my eyes off the plate, avoiding looking at his face. 

Gopal lit up another cigarette and took a long drag from it, not taking his eyes off my face.

“Sir…”, I looked up at Constable Guna.”Sir…..”

“What?”

“Sir…I need to use the toilet….”, I asked him, my voice barely a whisper, I eyes glanced at the baton strapped on his belt. I could feel my body shudder, my asshole clenching at the memory of what just took place. 

“What do you want me to do?.”, Constable Guna looked at me. “Just go behind the shop.”, he picked up the tea and took another sip. “Be careful though, a lot of dangerous people roaming the tracks this time at night.”, he sneered at me again. 

“Sir…please.”, I pleaded. ”I really need to go…” 

Gopal looked at Constable Guna. “I’ll take her, Guna sir.”. Fuck. I didn’t trust him. He has been looking at me from the time we arrived here, probably wondering when he would get a chance at me. 

Guna grunted. “Just bring her back in one piece, Gopal.”, he said. Not taking his eyes off his glass of tea. 

“Come, ma.”, Gopal looked at me, standing up. I saw the bulge in his pants. 

I stood up slowly, my hands cupping my pussy, slowly making my way towards the exit. Gopal followed me closely behind. We stood at the platform slowly making our way towards the double story building we came from. I remembered the toilet I had gone to when I reached the station that evening, slowly making my way towards it. Gopal walked beside me, standing on my left. I felt the palm of his right-hand hold onto my right hip, gently squeezing it. 

“Did Anand hurt you, ma?.”, he asked me, his voice soft and caring.

“No…no uncle…he only did what they told him to do.”, I could feel my voice trembling. 

“I’m sorry. Did it hurt?”, his right hand slowly making its way to my right exposed butt cheek, the hand holding onto the meat, fingers digging into my lower bum, gripping it tightly.

“Yes…yes uncle…it hurts.”, I said softly. My hand gripping my pussy tightly, holding in my pee. 

We reached the small walkway leading into the toilets, relieved there was nobody around. I walked a bit faster, trying to leave Gopal behind. He released his grip on my ass as I pushed the door to the disabled toilet open, following me closely behind. Shit. Why didn’t he just wait outside. 

Locking the door behind him, he whispered into my ear “Let me help you, ma.”, the faint smell on cigarettes in his breath. I could feel his stomach poking my lower back. 

“No..uncle…no..it’s ok.”, I pleaded at him, tired of everyone taking their opportunity with me. 

He slowly pushed me towards to toilet bowl, my legs spreading as I stood above it. Gripping my waist with his left hand, I felt the palm of his right hand on my stomach slowly making its way down to my pubic area. 

“Move your hands, ma”, he whispered. 

I was so tired. I just wanted it to end. Let him do what he wants, the bulge in his pants digging into my naked butt crack. I let my hands dangle freely by my side, as his fingers slowly slid downwards towards my pussy lips. 

“Mmmmmmm.”, he moaned softly, his left hand slowly making its way south as well. Using both hands, he gripped both pussy lips with his thumb and index fingers, spreading my pussy open. “Come on...”, he whispered, holding my pussy lips apart in between his fingers, pinching the soft meat. 

I closed my eyes. I could feel the pee coming. This was so humiliating. 

A long stream of yellowish white piss started to shoot out of my little gaping pussy hole, hitting the toilet bowl with force. The sound of water hitting water echoing inside the toilet. 

“Mmmmm…..”, Gopal moaned again. His right middle finger slowly entering my pussy hole, spraying pee onto the floor and my legs. He slowly started to finger my pussy as I peed, feeling the gush of water coming out of my little pee hole. “So beautiful.”, he said softly into my ear. I could feel the gush of water slowing down as little drops of water sprayed onto my legs. 

Gopal removed his finger from my pussy, putting it into his mouth, tasting my pee. “You taste good.”, he moaned. Fuck. This guy is sick, I thought to myself. Gopal moved away from me as I flushed the toilet, washing his hands in the sink behind us. 

“Ok uncle. I’m done…we can leave now…”, I just wanted to get out of the toilet. I didn’t want to be alone with him any longer. I was facing the door, waiting to leave. 

“No ma, come here. Let me clean you.”, Gopal’s eyes shifted to my jacket, staring at my breasts. He grabbed the little bottle of hand soap and closed the toilet lid, sitting down on it. Gopal grabbed my arm, making me stand facing him, his face very close to my belly button.

“Come, lets remove this so we can clean you up.”, I could hear his breathing getting heavy. He reached out to the zipper below my neck, slowly pulling it downwards. My big breasts slowly coming into his line of sight. He unhooked the clasp, indicating for me to remove the jacket. Avoiding his eyes, I slowly removed my jacket and placed it on the sink, standing naked in front of him. 

“Wow. You look amazing, ma.”, he slowly placed his right hand under my left breast, lifting it up slowly, feeling the weight of my tits. His eyes focused on my big dark areolas. “They’re so big.”, he said softly, squeezing the flesh of my tit, making my nipple stand out even more. “Bring them closer to me…”. 

I bend down a little bit, my nipple now close to his mouth. I felt his tongue touch the tip, gently flicking the hard nub. After teasing my nipple for a little while with his tongue, he took my entire nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. 

“Hmmm…ahhh.”, I let out a soft moan before I could stop myself. He let go of my left breast, shifting his attention to the right now. I could feel his teeth touch the base on my nipple, pulling my nipple roughly as he bit down on it. “Ouuu”, I shouted. “Uncle, that hurts…. please stop…”, my hands trying to push his face away from my breasts. 

He finally unlatched his mouth from my left tit, a long trail of saliva dripping down from my nipple. I could see teeth marks around my areolas. Fuck. That hurts.

**End of Part 20.**

[B1ryani]

**Part 21.**

Gopal grabbed the bidet off the holder, holding it firmly with his left hand. “Spread your legs, ma.”, he said, his eyes not leaving my fat pussy lips. “Let’s get you cleaned. I can see cum all over your thighs.”, he tsk tsk’d to himself. 

He turned the tap, letting the water flow out the mouth. Holding the bidet near my legs, he slowly sprayed water onto my legs. I felt my body shiver as the cold water hit my skin. Slowly, he started to wash my body. 

“Put your hands behind you.”, he said, looking up at my wet breasts. Little droplets of water dripping off the tips of my nipples. I slowly moved my hands to my back, my pussy lips now sticking out towards him. With one hand, Gopal squirted some hand soap onto his palm and slowly started to rub my thighs, his hand inching closer and closer towards the middle of my legs. I looked up at the ceiling light, anything to take my mind off the hands moving around between my legs. He sprayed more water onto my thighs, washing off the soap. 

“Let’s wash your pussy now, ma.”, he whispered softly, I felt a soapy finger touch my left pussy lip. The finger slowly made its way to the opening of my slit, rubbing the tip against my clit, gently massaging the hard little nub. Ï moaned softly, the movements of the finger slowly turning me on against my wishes. “Does this feel good?”, he asked me, the finger now finding the entrance to my pussy hole again. 

I kept quiet, not wanting to admit he was indeed sending little shivers up my spine. I felt his finger slowly slide into hole, pushing its way deep into me. “Hmmm….”, he moaned softly, as his knuckle rested on my puffy pussy lips, the finger inside me twirling in circular motions, rubbing the soap deep inside my cervix. “There’s still cum in here…must be Anand’s…”, he said to himself. 

He pulled his soapy finger out. Placing the bidet head between my thighs, shooting water at my pussy. His right hand slowly massaging the fat pussy meat, spreading it open, allowing the water to massage my clit. “The insides need to be cleaned too…”

I felt the cold head of the bidet touch my pussy lips, pushing the puffy meat aside as the hard metal slowly entered the hole. 

“Uncle…no…stop….”, I looked down at his hands, fearing what he was doing to me between my legs. Lowering the volume of water spraying out of the bidet to a gentle trickle, he had his right thumb and index finger pushing my pussy lips aside wider, his left hand slowly pushing the bidet head into my pussy hole. 

“Keep your hands behind your back.”, he warned me, not taking his eyes off my pussy. He pushed the bidet in deeper, I could feel the cold metal hitting the insides of my pussy, water slowly flowing out. He pushed it in deeper until it reached the metal hose, wedging it into me. He pushed my pussy lips together, wrapping the soft meat around the hose, holding it in place, cold water slowly dripping out from between my legs. I felt tears starting to flow down my face. 

Leaving the bidet inside my pussy, he put more soap on both his hands, focusing his attention on my breasts. He grabbed my tits with his soapy hands, pressing them together, “My wife had big nipples like these after she gave birth to Anand.”, he commented, holding my hard nipples between his fingers, pulling them slightly. He slowly placed both his hands under my tits, squeezing the now soapy slippery skin, trying to grip as much tit meat as he could. He continued to play with my tits, making them jiggle in his hands, watching them bounce. I could feel the bidet head slowly starting to slip out from my pussy hole. 

Holding my left tit with his left hand, Gopal moved his right hand between my legs, holding onto the metal hose. He slowly pushed it back deep inside me. “I heard Guna sir had his baton inside your asshole, ma?”, he asked me, a sick smile on his face as he slowly started to slide the bidet in and out of my pussy hole. He increased the pressure; the water was now squirting out of my pussy with force between the gap of my pussy hole and the metal head. “I wonder if this would fit inside your ass as well?”, he said softly. The smile on his face widening, his grip on my soapy left breast harder now. 

“Uncle…please…. let me go…I’ll do anything…”, I said, barely a whisper, the pressure inside my pussy intensifying. 

He slowly pulled the bidet out of my gaping pussy hole, bringing it up to my chest. Gopal continued to wash my tits, slowly rubbing his fingers over the meat, paying more attention to my nipples. “Hmmm…. you have such big nipples ma…”, he said, his fingers tracing the outline of my dark areolas. “This would be more fun if you had milk in these.”, his thumb and index finger gripping my right nipple, pulling me forward a bit. I continued to keep my hands behind my back, afraid of what he might do if I moved them. 

“Turn around.”

I slowly turned, my ass now facing him, wondering what else this sick fuck wanted me to do. 

“Bend down and spread your ass like the photo.”, he continued, barely able to keep the lust in his voice. 

I slowly pulled my butt cheeks apart, exposing my abused asshole to him. Gopal let the bidet drop onto the floor, water still flowing out onto the surface

“Hmmm…. looks so good.”, he moaned, staring at my little puckered anus. I knew my asshole was stretched a little wider that usual after taking Constable Guna’s baton and fat cock in it. I felt Gopal’s hands on my butt cheeks, pushing it apart to give him more access as he brought his face closer to the hole. 

The tip of his tongue touched the entrance of my anus, giving it a little lick. “I can taste cum..”, he whispered. I could feel his moustache graze the trench of my butt. He continued to lick the hole, slowly trying to push his tongue deeper into me. 

“Ahh…ahhh,”, I moaned softly. The feeling of his tongue entering my ass was giving me little jolts of pleasure. 

“You like this don’t you? Guna sir said you were a little slut…”, he continued to tease the hole, flicking his tongue in and out. I held my butt cheeks apart, giving him more access. The feeling was so different that the rough abuse I had to endure just now. 

Gopal took his face out of my ass, squirting some soap onto his right hand. Oh god, he is going to finger me there. My asshole was still so sore, I don’t think it could take any more. I felt his middle finger slowly starting to dig its way into me, the soap making the entry smooth. He slowly pushed the finger in. Ohh fuck. The acid from the soap was burning my insides really bad. 

“Uncle…no…stop…please….it stings.”, I started to cry again. “My ass is too painful uncle…please don’t.”

“You could take Guna sir’s baton. I’m sure you can take this as well.”, I could hear the pleasure in his voice knowing that he was causing me pain. I felt his index finger push into the hole as well, forcing my asshole to stretch wider. He had two fingers buried deep inside me knuckle deep, using the soap to slide in and out. I let go of my butt cheeks and held onto the sink, my back arched towards Gopal, trying to ignore the stinging pain. 

“Hmmmm…I’m sure this will fit.”, I looked down to the floor, watching his left hand grab the bidet head. Oh god. He is going to put that inside me, I thought to myself as his two fingers slowly slid out of my aching anus. 

Sure enough, I felt the cold bidet head touch the entrance of my gaping asshole. The water forcing its way up my colon as Gopal slowly pushed the tip inside me. 

“Owwwwwww….”, I screamed loudly, hoping someone would hear me. Tears rolling down my face. 

The stinging feeling from the soap against my anal walls and the hard cold metal being forced into my hole was killing me. It hurt so bad. I was sobbing really hard now. Gopal ignored me, taking pleasure in hearing me scream in pain. He kept pushing the bidet head into me. I could feel the rim of my anus gripping the metal head tightly, not allowing the water to flow out, basically giving me an enema. The water was slowly filling up my insides, the pressure bursting deep inside me. 

“Try and hold it.”, he said slyly. Pushing the entire bidet head deeper into my anus, the metal hose now sticking out of my asshole like a tail. The soap was already washed off by the water. 

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. 

“Help me!!!.”, I shouted in between sobs, hoping someone would burst in and stop this madness. “Please…help me…”. I felt Gopal’s hands freeze. He slowly turned off the tap, leaving the metal bidet inside my anus. I could feel the water inside pushing against the bidet head, waiting to come out. 

“Appa?...”, a soft voice came from the other end of the door. 

Fuck. It was Anand. My heart dropped. I continued to sob, crying silently cursing my luck. 

“What do you want Anand?”, Gopal shouted at the door. 

“Guna sir asked me to check on you and Divya.”, he said. His voice could be barely heard. Gopal stood up from the toilet seat, angrily making his way to the door. No. He was going to open it for Anand. I didn’t want Anand to see me like this. Please. 

Gopal unlocked the door as Anand stumbled in. What greeted him was the view of me with my back arched over the sink, the metal hose sticking out of my asshole. My face was buried in my shoulder, crying from the pain and humiliation. Anand looked at his father’s wet clothes, then at me, his eyes focused on the hose sticking out from between my butt cheeks. 

“What do you want?”, Gopal asked his son, clearly irritated. Staring at him. 

“Constable Guna sir…. he…he asked for you…and her.”, he pointed at me. Trying to ignore my painful sobbing.

“Ooo…right.”, the sudden realization that I was somewhat Constable Guna’s ‘toy’ suddenly hit him. “Ok…ok…. tell him I’m coming.”, he said, focusing his attention back at me. I could sense the fear in his voice, he was clearly afraid of Constable Guna as well. 

**End of Part 21.**

[zulfique]

You are a tamilian? Is this inspired from Delhi bang case and you want to try everythig happened to that girl.

[B1ryani]

You are a tamilian? Is this inspired from Delhi bang case and you want to try everythig happened to that girl.

No. I read that case. I'm not that sick. The story maintains basic insertion and forced sex. Nothing more. No difference from any other BDSM or rough sex stories on Xossip. Please don't assume.

[tweeny_fory]

what a fucking hot erotic story...
what started as a train humiliation, the 2nd arc extended beyond expectations..
loved each and every episode of your ...
and now moving storng and more focused on more pain n humiliation with erotic content ...

fucking hot story and updates...
as a extension, the story can still be continued after gopal's (s)expedition... like constable guna taking her to her house in his vehicle .. with driver and guna playing with her on the way to room

then exposing her to the apartment security fellow and enjoying her and goes on

[tweeny_fory]

You are a tamilian? Is this inspired from Delhi bang case and you want to try everythig happened to that girl.

please don't bring such sensitive topics here... we are here for virtual pleasure and imagination.. nothing more