12-01-2022, 11:44 AM
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**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.**
“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.**
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