Fantasy | Updated - Part 49 | - Breaking Purvi - **Ragging, Forced, Humiliation, Rough Sex**

[Johnnn63]

Wow....very hot...

[B1ryani]

**Part 25.**

Nila looked up at Dean Thomas towering over her from the floor, his big stature over shadowing her young body.  

“Take it off. Now. “, he snarled at her while slowly stroking his fat black cock. 

Her body was burning, there were red lashes on her skin from where the belt had hit her. Nila’s quickly placed her right hand between her legs, covering her shaved pussy from Dean Thomas’s eyes. “Sir … sir, please … don’t... “, she whimpered as she watched him bend down and grab her pants and panties. With one strong pull, he whipped it off from between her legs and threw it aside.  

Nila got on her knees, crawling towards the front door, hoping to call out to the secretary, Ms. Bhavna, who was seated outside.  

“Where are you going?”, Dean Thomas laughed, amused at her actions. He slowly walked towards her head, pulling her up by her hair. Nila’s slowly stood up, grimacing in pain as the dean held her hair tightly in a ball with his left fist. 

“Ahh... It hurts...”, she cried out, tears streaming down her face. Her long salwar top fell back down, covering her bottom half as he slowly pulled her back to his table.  

“Come here, village whore.”, he pushed her onto the table, holding her head down onto he hard wooden surface as he used his free hand to pull her top up, exposing her ass and back. “Remove it now before I tear it off.” 

Nila was afraid, the huge bulking man had her pinned down. She looked around the table, hoping to find something to help her fight him off, her hands frantically trying to grab hold of random items. She could feel his fat cock poking her sore bum as he tried to yank the salwar top off over her head.  

“You must be used to this by now.”, he smiled, finally succeeding in removing it throwing it to the ground. The Dean grabbed the back of her bra, tearing it open, breaking the hooks that held it together. Nila was now fully naked, sobbing as she lay face down on the expensive mahogany tabletop, her ass sticking out towards Dean Thomas. “You would make a beautiful whore. Men would pay good money for you.”, he chuckled, kicking her legs wider apart.  

Nila could feel the dean’s hands pushing her ass cheeks apart as he looked at her abused and sore puckered asshole.  

“How many cocks did you fit in here last night, whore?”, he laughed as he pushed his body down onto her back, adjusting his cock into her trench, looking for the little hole.  

“Sir … please sir... stop.. I'm dry sir...”, she whimpered, out of breath from having his weight on top of her. Nila could feel the fat mushroom head poking the entrance of her asshole.  

“Found it.”, Dean Thomas chuckled loudly as he pushed his cock into her, the fat black mushroom head trying it’s best to expand the rim of her anus. He reached his arms around her waist, looking for her firm breasts. Each hand grabbed a nipple, the thumb and forefingers pinching and pulling the hard chocolate nubs. 

“Ahh... owww.. You're hurting me... please ... “, Nila pleaded as the dean twisted both her nipples. She could feel his fat cock head starting to enter her rear. Slowly, the inches started to fill up the hole, her dry anal walls gripping onto the shaft of Dean Thomas’s fat cock tightly. “Stop sir!!...”, she gasped as the head pushed its way deeper into her.  

“Hmmmmm ... you’re still tight...”, he said softly into her ear as the entire length of his cock entered her. Nila could feel Dean Thomas’s thick springy pubic hair grazing against her skin. “ 

The dean released her breasts, pushing her head down onto the table, he adjusted himself as he slowly started to move his hips, his fat cock sliding in and out of her dry asshole. Nila was crying, her tears starting to fall onto the table surface. Her anus was burning from the rough friction.  

Thap! Thap! Thap! 

Dean Thomas’s hips continued to slap against her butt cheeks as he slowly began to increase his pace. “Hmmm... Fuck …. you feel so good... “, he moaned as his eyes slowly rolled back in pleasure, “You must have had a lot of fun yesterday, ay?”. 

Thap! Thap! Thap!  

The dean continued to plow into Nila’s ass for a few more minutes, holding her down as he tried to push his cock deeper and deeper into her ass with every thrust.  

Nila kept quiet, sobbing quietly onto the table as she tried to hold in the pain radiating from her rear. Dean Thomas grabbed her by the hair, arching her back upwards. “Ahhh...”, she shouted in surprise when she felt him tugging her hair.  

“Get on the floor, whore.”, he pulled his cock out of her ass and pushed her downwards until she was on her knees, facing him. Dean Thomas looked down at her tear-soaked face and smiled, “Suck.”, he grabbed his cock, aiming it at her mouth.  

Nila felt the tip of his black cock graze against her lips, the head covered by his thick foreskin. “Open your mouth, bitch.”, the dean eyes met hers as he pulled the skin back, poking the head between her lips.  

Nila opened her lips a little bit, staring up at the dean’s big belly in fear of him. She allowed her tongue to touch the tip of his cock, tasting the little drop of precum around the pee hole. 

THAPP! 

“Stop acting!”, Dean Thomas shouted as he laid a hard slap on her face. “Open your fucking mouth and suck my cock, whore!”.  

Nila fell back down on the floor from the force of the slap, holding her cheek. The dean reached down, grabbing her by the hair again to pull her face back up to his cock. Her face twisted in pain as she sobbed hard, her cheeks wet and nose runny.  

“Open your mouth. I won’t ask again.”, he hissed at her.  

Nila barely opened her lips when she felt the thick cock quickly slide into her mouth. Dean Thomas was still holding her hair, pulling it to ensure she kept her mouth open from the pain he was inflicting. The fat mushroom head was hitting the back of her mouth as he pulled her head closer to his body, sticking his cock as deep as he could into her mouth until she started to gag.  

“Hmmmm....”, the dean moaned as he let her hair go. Nila wrapped her lips around the base of his cock, trying her best to suck it while she chocked on the thick meat in her mouth. Dean Thomas slowly started to move his hips, pushing it against her face as he throat fucked her.  

Nila could start to see white spots in her eyes as she was beginning to pass out. She was struggling to breathe with the dean’s cock blocking the passageway down her throat. His grip on her hair hardened, pulling it roughly as he felt her sucking starting to slow down. “Don’t you dare stop.”, he moaned as he pushed his hips into her face, her nose buried into his thick pubic hair.  

Dean Thomas made sure every inch of his cock was inside her mouth when he finally released his load down her throat. Holding Nila’s head steady, the dean came hard, shooting his thick cum into her mouth before pulling his meat out and falling back into the chair. 

Nila was taken by surprise by the sudden flood of cum exploding inside her mouth. She tried not to puke as the dean’s thick cream slowly started to flow down her throat into her stomach. Nila was relieved when he finally pulled his cock out of her mouth, allowing her to spit as much as possible out onto the carpet and take in a deep breath. She was so tired, her body beaten and bruised, her jaw and asshole were sore from this session with the dean. Nila turned her head, looking towards him with disgust.  

Dean Thomas sat on the big single seater chair; his deflated creamy cock shrunk back into his thick black foreskin. He looked down at her beaten face and smiled, enjoying the sight in front of him. His cum was leaking out of her mouth, her beautiful face tear stained and red. He could still make out the red lashes on her body and ass cheeks.  

He wasn’t done with her. He just needed to catch his breath.  

Nila was too exhausted to move, from last night until now, it was too much for her. There was only so much her young body could take. She really wanted to wash the disgusting taste of his cum out of her mouth. Her clothes lay on the floor close to her. Nila mustered as much strength as she could to start to crawl towards her salwar top.  

Dean Thomas noticed her movement and smiled, “Where do you think you are going, village whore?”, he reached to the little table, pouring a little bit of whiskey into a glass and took a sip. “I’m not done with you.”, he smiled.

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**End of Part 25.**

[tweeny_fory]

wow.. what a erotic detailing of nila's torments with dean
if you could detail down her torments the prev night it will be more hotter

keep rocking bro

[Johnnn63]

Very Nice

[B1ryani]

**Part 26.**

Thomas stood up, looking down at the young girl as she struggled to crawl towards her clothes on the floor. He could feel his cock twitch again as his eyes caught sight of her spanked red bruised butt cheeks. He had always enjoyed having his way with these kinds of girls. Their young and fresh bodies ripe for his taking, no family influence or money to take any legal action. They depend heavily on scholarships and the kind hearts of individuals, such as himself, to further their studies in order to better their way of life. After all, for all his good deeds, was he not entitled to enjoy their bodies?  

This one in particular, coming in here and threatening the good name of the college he had worked hard to build. Even worse, threatening the young son of whom he now claims to be a personal and dear friend, Sonam Varma.  

What could she do? A nobody from a little village nobody has even heard about. But he had to admit, they certainly make them beautiful in the outskirts, better than these spoilt heavy make-up wearing brats he has to deal with on a daily basis whose only problem in life is the walking distance to the closest overpriced coffee.  

Her long hair, flawless dark brown skin, perky firm c cup breasts, flat stomach and clean shaved pussy was making him hard again. Thomas took another sip of his single malt, enjoying the oaky taste as the liquid entered his throat.  

“Sir... please let me go... “, she whimpered as she slowly tried to move her body upwards to a standing position, “I won’t say anything more, I swear.” 

Thomas smiled as he watched her hand move towards her ass, flinching as a finger touched the rim of her anus, checking to see if it was bleeding. It was one of the best fucks he has had in a very long time. Her hole was dry and tight, gripping his cock securely as he rammed it deep into her. Thomas wanted to have another go.  

The girl slowly stood up, looking at him in fear, her face wet with tears, hair shriveled and messy. Her eyes slowly moved downwards; mouth gaped open when she saw he was hard again. The fat black cock aimed towards her, the head was still wet and slimy from her saliva and his cum. 

“But haven’t you already gone to the security officer?”, Thomas smirked at her,  

The girl’s face changed, suddenly realizing that she had told him where she came from.  

 “Stupid bitch.”, he laughed, “What did you think was going to happen? Do you think they will help you?” 

“No... No sir... I ... “, she whimpered, her eyes wide and teary. She stood naked in front of him, her right hand covering her pubic area and the other trying to cover her breasts. He could still see her dark areolas peeking out over her arm.  

“Do you know who these people are?”, Thomas was enjoying himself, watching her break slowly, “Do you think your report will stick? Honestly, do you think these boys will be sentenced for what they had done to you? Even more so, do you think you are the first girl to come here and report them to me?” 

“I … I...”, she was stammering, lost for words, all hope leaving her eyes.  

“Are you really that fucking stupid? The security officerman you reported to are probably already paid off. The one who would probably get arrested … is you.”, he smiled as he placed the whisky glass down and walked towards her, placing his hand on her shoulders. Thomas could feel her body shivering, from anger or defeat, he could not tell nor did he care.  

He pushed her hands down to her sides, taking in the full view of the young naked body in front of him. The girl looked down, avoiding his eyes. Thomas slowly slipped his right hand between her legs, resting his palm on her warm puffy pussy lips. He could feel her legs shaking slightly, she was obviously uncomfortable with his touch but remained quiet.  

“Do you know what they would do to you in jail?”, Thomas whispered to her, smiling widely. “What they would do ... to this beautiful body of yours?”, his slowly slid his middle and forefinger between each thigh and pussy lip, gently squeezing her pussy together.  

“Every man at the station will probably have a go at you.”, he pinched her pussy lips together harder, making her body jerk up a little. “From the sergeant … to the cleaners … “, he let her pussy lips go, pushing his middle finger between her slit, the tip looking for the hole. “Probably even the other inmates. Everybody would get a free ride on the village bicycle.”, Thomas laughed, he found her clit, slowly rubbing the hard tip with his finger.  

“Sir … I will leave sir... I won’t come back... “, she cried, looking at him. “Please sir … let me go...”  

Thomas’s cock was at its peak again, aching for another round. His fingers found her soft labia flesh, he grabbed it and pulled her towards his table. She stumbled as her body suddenly jerked forward.  

“Owww, sir! Stop sir! Please... “, the girl shouted in surprise at the sudden pain he was inflicting on her.  

“Come here.”, he pushed her back first onto the table, her legs dangling off the edges. “I told you I was not done with you.”. Thomas pushed her down on her back as he forced himself between her legs. The girls struggle, trying to push him away from her. The struggles always made it exciting, he hadn’t had this much fun in a while now.  

He leaned his body on top of hers, his hands grabbing each breast and squeezed them together, making her nipples stick out towards his face. The girl continued to try and push him off but to no avail, his size made it difficult for her to even make him budge from where he stood.  

Thomas brought his face close to her dark nipples, taking in every little bump and wrinkle of her areolas. He loved it; her breasts were the perfect size to be played with. He did not like those flat chested girls who had come before her. There was nothing there for him to enjoy and play with.  

“Sirrr... let me go!.”, she struggled and wiggled under his body weight as he slowly gave her left nipple a lick.  

“Stop struggling, whore.”, Thomas latched his mouth onto her nipple, biting the entire areola as she screamed out in surprise. He chewed on the breast meat for a little while before focusing on the nipple itself. It was barely hard, soft as his tongue slowly grazed over it.  

Thomas bit her nipple, pulling it slightly with his teeth, ignoring her shouts of pain. He slowly moved on to her right nipple, repeating the process, biting into the rubbery nub and nibbling on it. His cock was poking into her thigh, waiting for its turn to go again. He held her down on the table, gripping each wrist tightly.  

“Ahh … ahh … stop … !!”, she shouted as she felt the hard black cock head poking into her slit. Thomas adjusted his body, aiming his cock directly into her and pushed his body forward.  

The girl’s eyes went wide, gritting her teeth as Thomas’s fat cock pierced into her pussy. He let out a soft moan, enjoying the warm creamy flesh inside her. She was still a little tight here as well, he smiled as he thought to himself. It probably would have felt better last night, but beggars can’t be choosers. This was more than enough for him.  

Thap! ... Thap! … Thap! 

Thomas slowly started to slam his hips into her, his dangling ball sack slapping against her thigh with every thrust. She felt so good. All these girls feel so good. Most of them come to college as virgins, although he is used to getting the boy’s leftovers, most of the time, their little pussies are still tight enough when it reaches his turn. First, the shouting and fighting back, eventually they will end up liking it. Some even begging for more.  

Thap!Thap!Thap! 

Thomas increased his pace as he let go of her wrists. She had stopped struggling as he continued to pound her, her face grimacing in pain. Tears had started to form again, slowly rolling down her cheeks. He grabbed her breasts, gripping them hard and squeezed, using the soft tender flesh to hold on while he rode her hard.  

PHAP! He let go of her right breast and slapped her face hard.” Fucking village whore. Hmmmm”, he moaned.  

Thap!Thap!Thap! The sound of his sex echoed inside the chamber.  

PHAP! Thomas slapped her again. Still holding onto her left breast, he grabbed the nipple and twisted it. The girl was sobbing hard. Crying profusely as she tried to use her hands to block him from slapping her again.  

“Sir... sir ...sir... stop... please... sir...”, her hands swinging wildly in the air.  

PHAP! He laid another one on her face, hitting her as hard as he could, “Stupid bitch”, he said, between heavy breaths as his hips moved as fast it possibly could, “I hope you enjoy what is about to come to you.”, he laughed as he buried his fat cock deep inside her again.  

Deep down Thomas knew this girl had made a big mistake by going to the security officer. There was no point in her even leaving town, he was sure those boys knew every single detail about her life. In other words, she was fucked.  

He was grateful that the opportunity to fuck this whore had presented itself to him before the boys got their hands on her. Thomas smiled as he raised his right hand again, ready to give her beautiful face another tight slap.  

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**End of Part 26.**

[Johnnn63]

Wow...hot...

[Kinky_Badshah]

Sexy story ...super hot writting
But plz Increase the frequency of updates
also keep them long

[B1ryani]

Sexy story ...super hot writting
But plz Increase the frequency of updates
 also keep them long

Thank you bro. I'm glad you are enjoying the story. 

However,I do not receive any monetary gain not fame from writing, which is why I need to prioritize my work and other commitments first. 

Hope you ustd. Cheers.

[tweeny_fory]

We totlally understand ro the pain you take to imagine and write this.
kudos
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we definitely give our feedback.

keep rocking

[drlund]

Lovely story

[B1ryani]

**Part 27.**

PHAP! The hard slap landed on her left cheek, rattling her teeth. Nila could not stop crying. She was throwing her arms up in the air, trying her hardest to block the dean from slapping her face again. Her cheek was burning, every slap sounded like thunder as the pain surged from her face.  

Dean Thomas had his fat cock buried deep inside her pussy, pumping hard as he pierced her womb with all his might. He was squeezing her left breast, then the right, his fingers pulling and twisting her sore nipples.  

Thap!Thap!Thap!Thap! The dean was increasing his pace, his pubic area slamming into her as he pounded her tight pink hole.  

“Did you have fun last night, whore...? “, Dean Thomas said softly in between hard breaths, his hips still moving to the rhythm of his breathing, “Hmmm... your pussy feels so good. Any man would pay money for a tight little pussy like yours.”, he moaned.  

Nila kept quiet, sobbing loudly as her body jiggled to every hard thrust from the dean. She lay on the table, her hands swung loosely at her sides. Nila was tired, she did not have any more energy to resist him. Everything hurt, her face, her wrists, her breasts and nipples, her asshole, and now her pussy. Her body barely had time to recover from last night before another man had decided to take the opportunity to use her. Nila cursed her luck.  

“Ahhfuckk... I'm going to cum.”, Dean Thomas groaned loudly as he collapsed onto her, pinning her arms down. Nila could feel his cock tensing inside her as he came for the second time deep inside her. The dean was spent, slowly pushing his body off hers as he made his way around the table and collapsed on his chair, panting heavily.  

Nila remained on the table, her legs spread open as the thick creamy cum slowly began to exit her, dripping down onto the table and floor. She mustered her strength, pushing her body upwards and looked down at her body as she wiped the tears off her cheeks. The flesh around her breasts were red, her nipples sore and slightly enlarged from the pulling and twisting. She could see teeth marks around her areolas. Red slashes from the belt could be seen on her stomach and thighs. Nila’s cheeks were burning from the slaps he gave her. 

“Clean it up.”, Dean Thomas said softly as he watched her move. 

“Sir? …", Nila groaned from the pain, turning her head, looking at the big bald man on his chair.  

“Lick my cum off the table and floor, whore.”, his face was cold, but a small smile was starting to creep on his lips. 

“Please sir ... just let me go … I won’t tell anybody what happened here... “,  

“I know you won’t. Nobody will listen to you even if you do,” he chuckled as he watched her slide off the table onto the floor. Thick chunks of his cum could be seen at the edge of the table. “Lick it clean. Then you may go.”  

Nila did not wait for another word, she bent her head, sticking her tongue out and licked the dean’s cum off the expensive mahogany table top. Lapping the table like a dog.  

“On the floor, you better make sure I don’t find a single drop.”, Dean Thomas smiled, enjoying the torment he was inflicting on this young girl.  

She got on her knees, bending her body downwards, Nila began to lick the marble floor, cleaning whatever droplets of cum she could find.  

“Are you done, bitch?”, he asked from across the table. Dean Thomas was naked from the waist down as he sat on his chair; his fat cock had shrunk back into his thick black foreskin. “I can’t wait to see what the boys do to you next. I hope they invite me.”, he smiled.  

Nila’s heart sank. She had forgotten about the security officer report she had made this morning. Perhaps she had acted on impulse, she did not think of the consequences. Her mind ran back to her family in her village. Still on the floor, she crawled towards her clothes, trying her best to put them on as fast as she could. Her bra was ripped, the hooks broken on both sides when the dean had pulled it off her body.  

“Close the door on your way out. “, Dean Thomas called out to her. “You can come and see me anytime if you have … “, he smiled, “... any more problems...” 

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Nila grabbed the nearest auto back to her flat, stopping by the little mart on the ground floor. Dadaji, like most of the students who lived in the same complex called him, was a sweet old man who ran the store. He would always talk to her whenever she dropped by, occasionally dropping some extra goodies into her shopping bag to take home.   

She was starving at this point, having eaten nothing from the time she woke up. Nila walked in, mustering her strength to wave and smile at the old man as she grabbed a drink and some bread off the shelves, “Dadaji, how are you?”   

“I’m fine, ma. How are your classes?”, the old man smiled sweetly at her.   

As they continued their small talk, Nila was edging to leave, she did not feel like being around anyone at this point. She just wanted to go back home and sleep for the rest of the day. Her body was still hurting, both her holes had been abused again. The old man noticed that Nila did not have her bra on, and was stealing glances whenever he could at her nipples over the light green salwar top. 

“Leaving already?”, dadaji asked her, slightly disappointed when she grabbed the little plastic bag off the counter.   

“Yes dadaji, I'm not feeling too good today.”, she lied.  

“Take care of yourself, ma. “, the old man smiled slightly, dropping a little Cadbury bar into her bag for her.   

Nila smiled back, appreciating his kind gesture. 

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Constable Kalai and Agilan watched as the three boys walked out of the station with their very expensive lawyer. The FIR charge against them was dropped, no surprise there.  

Kalai looked at the small bag that was left on his table, a sizeable amount to be shared between the two security officer constables to make the matter disappear. Money he could add to his little nest egg for when he planned to kick his wife and useless kids out of the house.  

“That was expected.”, Agilan smiled as he lit up a cigarette and took a puff.  

“You know what we have to do now.”, Kalai sighed.  

“Since when did we work for them?”, Agilan rolled his eyes. “Isn’t this the normal procedure, every time one of these brats get in trouble with the law, we get a little … monetary gift to forget. “ 

“That Varma boy. He is dangerous.”, Kalai said matter of factly. “The balls he has. Asking us to bring the girl to him.” 

Agilan took another deep drag off his cigarette. “The lawyer did throw in a little extra for this off duty work.”, he smiled slightly, “That girl was really beautiful too. I would love to have some alone time with her.”  

Deep down, Kalai’s cock was aching too. It had been so long since he had a good fuck. He stayed away from the prostitutes, unlike Agilan, he was afraid of catching something off them.  

“Let’s see what happens.”, Kalai sneered, “Maybe we could have a go once they’re done.”  

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Two days had passed since the incident at Dean Thomas’s office. Nila had not left the little flat, occasionally running down and buying the basic necessities she needed to cook at home. She could barely eat, having lost her appetite.  

Nila did not know what to do, she felt used, she felt cheap. Dean Thomas’s words kept playing in her mind. What are the chances she could achieve what she had set out to do? Maybe selling herself might ease her family's financial burden. She wanted to slap herself for thinking that. The thoughts that fat bald bastard had put in her head.  

The flat was a mess, clothes lay on the floor, the dishes piled up. Nila felt like she was sinking lower and lower, her thoughts ran deep, replaying every moment she had spent with the boys and the dean. Depression was starting to creep in. She had informed her college she was taking a week off as there was a family emergency and she was needed at home.  

Dubb!Dubb!Dubb! 

There was someone at the door.

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**End of Part 27.**

[tweeny_fory]

a good 2 days rest for nila's choot and gaand...
now who is gonna use her again?? eagerly waiting to know next

[B1ryani]

We totlally understand ro the pain you take to imagine and write this.
kudos
there aare severeal fans who come up daily to check if there are any updates...
we definitely give our feedback.

keep rocking

Thank you for the support bro. And the feedback.i ustd must be frustrating to wait. On average I try to post at least 4 parts a week. But sometimes it's difficult to find the time to write.and the mood.

[B1ryani]

a good 2 days rest for nila's choot and gaand...
now who is gonna use her again?? eagerly waiting to know next

Next is going to be Nila's final downfall and submission. This is going to be fun to write =)

[Johnnn63]

Wow... Nice...

[longindian_axe]

wow. nice.. waiting for next part..

[longindian_axe]

pls make her exibit her body to all.. make her feel the shame and humiliation of being stripped for all to see..

[tweeny_fory]

Next is going to be Nila's final downfall and submission. This is going to be fun to write =)

then it will be more fun to read

[longindian_axe]

waiting

[B1ryani]

**Part 28.**

Nila jumped when she heard the sudden knock on the door. She wasn’t expecting guests, who could it be? She looked around, the little flat was a mess. Multiple plates lay in the sink, clothes were on piles on the floor. Nila was still recovering from the trauma of what had happened in the dean’s office.  

She checked her phone, 6.30 PM, all of her friends thought she had gone back to her hometown. Nila quickly stood up, could it be the three bastards coming to get her? She could feel her heart beating faster as she slowly crept towards the door.  

“Ms. Nilashini?”, a loud voice called from outside. It sounded more mature, more adult. 

Nila opened the door just a little and peered out from the slight gap, surprised to see two uniformed men outside her door. It was the dark-skinned constable from the station that day, as well as the one that was standing and listening to her while she filed the report.  

“Yes, sir?”, her voice barely a whisper 

Nila opened the door a little wider, surprised at the appearance of the security officer constables at her home. Perhaps they had come to follow up on her case. Perhaps she should retract it and switch to a different college to complete her studies. She did not see herself completing it here anymore. Not after meeting the dean. 

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Kalai and Agilan stood outside the door of the little student flat, it was not within their job scope to make house calls, but they had already accepted the money and the additional task for a little bit more than their usual bribe.  

Constable Kalai knew they were being used, the girl was definitely hiding from these boys, hoping that the security officer would help her. Yesterday, Ganesh, the fat boy had met up with Agilan to inform them of the address in which they were required to send the girl to, a small unused warehouse in the outskirts, owned by the boy’s father under one of his many shell companies.  

Kalai wasn’t a stupid man, he knew of Ganesh’s family. His father, Sugumaran, was a well-known gangster. Starting off with pick pocket as a young boy, he had slowly progressed to drugs, weapons and prostitution. All the while, making friends with the right people. Politicians and security officer alike had their pockets filled with the thick handouts of his so-called cartel.  

Multiple security officer cases have been thrown away due to the pressure they received from their higher ups in regards to this man. His notoriety when it comes to abusing and torturing women are well known, with some even disappearing off the face of the planet after the reports have been made. And it looks like his son is slowly taking over in the father’s footsteps.  

Constable Kalai looked through the little gap in the door, the young girl seemed to be a little relieved when she saw them both. Poor thing, he thought to himself, she doesn’t know what’s in store for her. 

Constable Agilan on the other hand had his gaze transfixed on her. She was his type, young, slim, beautiful. His mind kept replaying the day she had come to the station to file the report. He had listened to every word with great interest, only to go to the toilet after and wank one off. He was aching for a chance to have a go at that young body.  

“Nilashini, Constable Kalai and Agilan.”, Kalai pointed at his partner. “You remember a few days ago you had come to make a report on the three boys who had sexually assaulted you?” 

She opened the door a little wider, “Yes, sir... I want t...” 

Kalai cut her off mid-sentence, “We have picked them up. We want you to follow us to the station to... uh … confirm a few facts in your report.” 

He peeked into the little flat, slightly taken aback by the mess. It did seem like the girl was barely holding on. Kalai eyes roamed back towards the girl. She was wearing skimpy house shorts, her smooth creamy thighs exposed. Being at home, she was braless, two pointy nipples poking out from her tight thin t-shirt.  

“Sir, I want to retract the FIR... “, she was shivering slightly, “i just want to be left alone.” 

Agilan spoke out for the first time, “You can do that at the station. For now, you will need to come with us.”. His eyes caught sight of her chest, then he turned away.  

“Ok... Let me change then... “, She was about to close the door when Agilan put his foot in, blocking the door from closing fully.  

He sneered at her, “Like this is fine.” 

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The sun was already setting, Nila looked down at her body, thinking she was going to be alone; she was only wearing her sleeping clothes. The second constable, Agilan, who looked a little younger than the dark skinned one was smiling creepily at her. Nila felt intimidated by him, even more so when he insisted she follow them as she is.  

“We are in a rush, “, the constable casually placed his hand on the holster of his baton, as if he is testing her.  

Nila silently nodded her head and stepped out. A quick trip to the security officer station and back. She just wanted this nightmare to be over.  

Constable Kalai moved out of the way to allow her to pass, locking the door behind her. Constable Agilan led the way, quietly walking down the stairs with Nila in tow. The white security officer Mahindra was parked at the corner. Nila prayed nobody she knew would see her outside at this time.  

Constable Agilan got into the driver's seat and started the engine, while Nila slid into the back, Constable Kalai got in after her, sitting close.  

Everyone sat in silence for 10 minutes, Nila was looking out the window when she started to realize they were slowly driving towards the outskirts. The security officer station was in the opposite direction. Fear was starting to build from the pit of her stomach.  

“Sir … sir … where are we going?”, Nila asked softly. Both the constables remained silent; Constable Agilan was focused on the road. Ignoring her question. She turned to Constable Kalai, looking at his expressionless face. “Sir?”  

“What is it?” 

“The station sir … it’s the other way... “, Nila turned her head, looking out the back window as the scenery started to change, the rows of shop lots slowly started to become open fields. Small farmhouses and rows of paddy fields were becoming more and more apparent as the sun slowly set.  

Constable Kalai placed his hand on Nila’s exposed thigh. His cold palm sending shivers up her spine. His middle finger was dangerously close to the gap of her shorts. Nila suddenly remembered; she wasn’t even wearing panties. 

“Don’t worry. We know where we are going.”, he smiled at her.  

NIla was starting to sweat. This did not seem right. Both the security officer officers have been acting strange since they had arrived at her little flat. Nila moved her legs closer to each other, Constable Kalai still had his hand on her lap.  

“But ... sir? …", Nila voice was starting to crack a little bit. Where were they taking her? What is happening?  

“Shush. Don’t worry. “, he gently pinched her flesh, edging his fingers closer to the gap as he slowly started to force his hand between her thighs.  

Constable Agilan looked at the backseat from the rearview mirror and smiled slightly. He continued to drive, not slowing down for anything or anyone.  

“Please sir ... don’t touch me... “, Nila whimpered. She placed her right hand on top of his, trying to push the hand away.  

“Don’t touch?”, Constable Kalai laughed out loud. “Do you know who you are speaking to, randi?”.  

Nila’s fear was starting to come through. Just because they had donned the uniform, there was no guarantee for her safety. They knew of her background, and of what happened to her. They are probably trying to take a chance at her as well.  

Constable Kalai was pushing his hand deeper between her thighs. Nila could feel his finger touch the flesh between her pussy and her leg.  

“Sir, please stop... “, Nila moved her body to the edge beside the car door. What could she do? Open the door and jump? Would she land safely? The car was moving pretty fast. She quickly glanced out the window and noticed a ditch. Maybe here? Her mind was racing as she moved her hand towards the handle and pulled.  

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**End of Part 28.**