12-01-2022, 07:01 AM
(This post was last modified: 16-01-2022, 09:36 AM by B1ryani. Edited 3 times in total. Edited 3 times in total.)
**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.**
“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.**
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