13-01-2022, 06:49 AM
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**Part 12.**
Wiping his fingers with a thin piece of tissue, he looked up at me. “I want to know exactly what the old man did to you, ma. Every little detail will help.”, he looked me in the eye as he threw the crumpled tissue into the small bin under his table.
“Everyyy…little detail sir?...”, I slowly repeated after him. How the hell was I supposed to tell him exactly how the old man played with my pussy. There was nothing he didn’t do except stick his cock in. Sigh. I could feel Mr Ramana’s eyes piercing into mine, waiting for an answer. I thought hard, trying to relive the moments.
“He…ummm…the old man. He started to…”, I looked around the room, everyone was hanging on to every word I was saying. “The old man…he kept…umm..kept pinching my..pussy….sir.”
“Pinching how?”, Mr Ramana leaned back in his seat, looking at me.
“He was ..ehm…he had his fingers….his fingers on the sides pushing it together sir.”, I said softly.
“Hmmm…. Take your skirt off, ma. Show me.”, he looked dead serious.
“Sir?!’’, Fuck. I’m not going to strip in front of all three men, this was crazy. The fear was creeping up into my mind. What was I supposed to do, these are men of authority, men with power. They could make things even more difficult for me. “Sir, please sir.”, the look of fear obvious on my face.
“Take it off Divya. The faster we finish the report, we can end.”, Constable Guna slyly said from across the table. I looked at his uniform, reminding myself he was a security officer officer. From the corner, Anand was watching and listening to everything, elbows on the table as he leaned forward, his eyes opened wider when Constable Guna repeated the order at me.
Shit. I placed my hands on my hips along the garters of the skirt. This can’t be happening. Slowly I pushed the skirt down to my legs, as my body was arched, I quickly put both hands over my pubic area. The skirt fell down to my ankles. Mr Ramana bent over, his right hand reached out to the skirt and pulled it out from under my legs. He picked it up and examined it, looking closely at the material.
“Guna, you better keep this as evidence.”, he said as he passed the skirt across the table to Constable Guna. The constable nodded as he took it from Mr Ramana’s hand. I knew my jacket was on the floor, Constable Guna put it on the floor when Anand came to sit down. He reached back and placed the skirt over the jacket. Mr Ramana looked back at me; my nipples were rock hard right now. I could feel cold air on my thighs. The room felt like a freezer. “Put your hands by your side please, ma.”, he leaned forward towards me again, placing his right hand on top of my hands that were covering my pussy, using a little bit of force to push it to my side.
I let my arms dangle freely at my side, my clean-shaven pussy was exposed to all three of them. I looked at Anand’s jaw drop for a moment then shifted my eyes back to the pictures on the wall. I did not want to look at any of their faces, the humiliation was too much.
“What did the old man do again, ma?”, Mr Ramana asked me softly, a little bit of concern in his voice. I knew he was faking it. He was loving very moment of this, so were the other two. Anand was probably getting an experience of a lifetime.
I let out a breath loudly. “He…pinched my…my pussy lips together sir…”, I said.
“They already look like they are glued together”, Constable Guna commented jokingly, chuckling to himself, his eyes not leaving my exposed pussy.
Mr Ramana paid no attention to him. I felt the palm of his right hand gently cup my pussy, then placing his middle and index finger between each thigh and pussy lip, pressing it together. I let out a soft moan as I felt my pussy lips being pushed together, the puffy meat folding between his two fingers. He held his hand in that position for a couple of minutes, pinching and squishing the lips against each other.
“He did this?”, he asked, now running his fingers along the sides of my pussy, tracing the outline of the lips. I nodded.
Constable Guna and Anand were watching every single move Mr Ramana was making.
“What else did he do, Divya”, he asked.
I could feel my pussy getting a little wet. Fuck. Was I getting turned on?
“Tell Ramana sir what else the old man did to you”, I heard Constable Guna’s voice.
“He…uhm.... he was playing…playing with the…inner folds sir”, a silent gasp escaped my mouth as Mr. Ramana pinched the lips together again.
“Inner folds...”, Mr Ramana repeated softly. He reached up with his left hand and gripped my right pussy lip with his thumb and index finger, slowly pulling it open. A little bit of the pink flesh was exposed to everyone now, a bright contrast against my dark pussy. I looked down at him now, both his hands were between my thighs. Holding my right pussy lip open with his left hand, he used the tip of his right index finger to slide it along the middle of my pussy, from the hole to the clit and back again, feeling for my labia. I knew he could feel me getting wetter. The folds of my thick labia were obvious now, they came out of hiding from being wrapped against my pussy lips and were peeking out a little now.
“These little folds?”, Mr Ramana asked, letting go of my right pussy lip, he used his right middle finger to flick the little labia skin, watching it sway as his finger kept hitting it. He put his left hand on his knee and bend forward, arching his body to face the other two sitting in front of us. His right hand still fiddling with my pussy. He looked up at me and I nodded slowly. The wetness from my pussy was betraying me.
Constable Guna and Anand were getting front row seats to the show, I was sure all three of them were hard by now. I took my eyes off Mr Ramana’s hand and looked at them. Anand had his right hand off the table, probably fidgeting with his cock. Constable Guna was watching quietly, his arms still folded across his chest.
Mr Ramana pinched the folds together with his thumb and index finger, gently pulling the flaps. I looked down again, watching as his hand stretched the skin to its limit, pulling it outwards. A sharp pain shot up my body as my labia reached its limit, I could see the elongated black fleshy skin sticking out being held by his hand, the base of my labia skin had my clit peeking out at Mr Ramana’s face. He looked at the stretched dark skin, examining it, slowly twirling the flesh with his two fingers.
“Owww.Please sir…. Please…that hurts”, I pleaded. Anand’s eyes were fixated on my pussy and Mr Ramana’s hands. He wasn’t moving, his hand still under the table. Mr Ramana let the folds go and looked up at me.
“What else did the old man do, ma?”, He put his right hand on my hip now, my pussy remained on display for the other two. I could feel the cold air against exposed my pubic area now.
Ï was wondering if I should go on, Mr Ramana’s heavy fondling of my pussy was actually turning me on. His pants were struggling to hold in his erection.
“Sir..he…he put his fingers….inside me”
His face lit up a little. Then went back to being expressionless, he tried to remain serious.
From across the table, I heard Constable Guna, “What happened to your bra, Divya?”, his eyes went back up to my top.
“Sir…the big man…he pulled…he pulled it off”
“So, your bra is in the train as well?”, he smirked.
“Did he play with your tits?”, the questions were becoming more daring. Constable Guna was looking me in the eyes now, waiting for my answer. Mr Ramana was listening intently, I could feel his right hand casually grazing against my skin, slowly making its way from my hip back to my pussy.
“Yes…yes…sir”
“What did he do ma, tell us”.
“He..ummm… played with my…my nipples sir…”. Mr Ramana’s right hand was back on my pussy again. The index finger slowly gliding along the middle of my now wet pussy, his thumb slowly caressing the puffy pussy lip. I could feel my clit brushing against his finger. He was enjoying himself playing with my juicy shaven pussy.
“He must have enjoyed those big tits.”, he commented. His eyes were focused on my dark areolas. “How big are they, ma?”, he continued. Anand looked at the constable, then back at me, staring at my hard nipples.
“Sorry sir…”, I asked again, slightly taken back by the question. A moan escaped my lips, Mr Ramana had his ring and index fingers pushing my pussy lips apart, the middle one was gently pressing against my hard clit in circular motions, massaging the hard nub. Oh god. His gentle caress was turning me on.
“The size of your tits. What is it?”, he repeated himself, a bit more sternly.
“Thirty…Thirty Six Double D sir…”…..”Ahhhh”, I moaned a little as Mr Ramana’s finger hit my clit again, my body jerking up a bit, jiggling my tits under my top.
“What did he do after he removed your bra?”, his eyes not leaving my nipples.
“He..he…pulled up my top”, I said softly, trying to control myself from moaning again. I felt Mr Ramana’s finger stop as he looked up at me again, his three fingers still remained wedged between my pussy lips. I could feel his middle finger at the entrance of my wet pussy hole.
Constable Guna leaned forward, putting his arms on the table now, “In front of everyone?”. He asked again, with curiosity in his voice.
I gathered myself before answering, all three were looking at my tits now.
“The train had broken down sir…the lights…lights were off…it was dark sir…”
“You told us the man had his finger inside your asshole.”, Mr Ramana asked, he moved his right hand deeper between my legs, I could feel his fingers reaching the base of my bum, the middle finger poking my anus.
“He used…he used his other hand sir…”
**End of part 12.**
Wiping his fingers with a thin piece of tissue, he looked up at me. “I want to know exactly what the old man did to you, ma. Every little detail will help.”, he looked me in the eye as he threw the crumpled tissue into the small bin under his table.
“Everyyy…little detail sir?...”, I slowly repeated after him. How the hell was I supposed to tell him exactly how the old man played with my pussy. There was nothing he didn’t do except stick his cock in. Sigh. I could feel Mr Ramana’s eyes piercing into mine, waiting for an answer. I thought hard, trying to relive the moments.
“He…ummm…the old man. He started to…”, I looked around the room, everyone was hanging on to every word I was saying. “The old man…he kept…umm..kept pinching my..pussy….sir.”
“Pinching how?”, Mr Ramana leaned back in his seat, looking at me.
“He was ..ehm…he had his fingers….his fingers on the sides pushing it together sir.”, I said softly.
“Hmmm…. Take your skirt off, ma. Show me.”, he looked dead serious.
“Sir?!’’, Fuck. I’m not going to strip in front of all three men, this was crazy. The fear was creeping up into my mind. What was I supposed to do, these are men of authority, men with power. They could make things even more difficult for me. “Sir, please sir.”, the look of fear obvious on my face.
“Take it off Divya. The faster we finish the report, we can end.”, Constable Guna slyly said from across the table. I looked at his uniform, reminding myself he was a security officer officer. From the corner, Anand was watching and listening to everything, elbows on the table as he leaned forward, his eyes opened wider when Constable Guna repeated the order at me.
Shit. I placed my hands on my hips along the garters of the skirt. This can’t be happening. Slowly I pushed the skirt down to my legs, as my body was arched, I quickly put both hands over my pubic area. The skirt fell down to my ankles. Mr Ramana bent over, his right hand reached out to the skirt and pulled it out from under my legs. He picked it up and examined it, looking closely at the material.
“Guna, you better keep this as evidence.”, he said as he passed the skirt across the table to Constable Guna. The constable nodded as he took it from Mr Ramana’s hand. I knew my jacket was on the floor, Constable Guna put it on the floor when Anand came to sit down. He reached back and placed the skirt over the jacket. Mr Ramana looked back at me; my nipples were rock hard right now. I could feel cold air on my thighs. The room felt like a freezer. “Put your hands by your side please, ma.”, he leaned forward towards me again, placing his right hand on top of my hands that were covering my pussy, using a little bit of force to push it to my side.
I let my arms dangle freely at my side, my clean-shaven pussy was exposed to all three of them. I looked at Anand’s jaw drop for a moment then shifted my eyes back to the pictures on the wall. I did not want to look at any of their faces, the humiliation was too much.
“What did the old man do again, ma?”, Mr Ramana asked me softly, a little bit of concern in his voice. I knew he was faking it. He was loving very moment of this, so were the other two. Anand was probably getting an experience of a lifetime.
I let out a breath loudly. “He…pinched my…my pussy lips together sir…”, I said.
“They already look like they are glued together”, Constable Guna commented jokingly, chuckling to himself, his eyes not leaving my exposed pussy.
Mr Ramana paid no attention to him. I felt the palm of his right hand gently cup my pussy, then placing his middle and index finger between each thigh and pussy lip, pressing it together. I let out a soft moan as I felt my pussy lips being pushed together, the puffy meat folding between his two fingers. He held his hand in that position for a couple of minutes, pinching and squishing the lips against each other.
“He did this?”, he asked, now running his fingers along the sides of my pussy, tracing the outline of the lips. I nodded.
Constable Guna and Anand were watching every single move Mr Ramana was making.
“What else did he do, Divya”, he asked.
I could feel my pussy getting a little wet. Fuck. Was I getting turned on?
“Tell Ramana sir what else the old man did to you”, I heard Constable Guna’s voice.
“He…uhm.... he was playing…playing with the…inner folds sir”, a silent gasp escaped my mouth as Mr. Ramana pinched the lips together again.
“Inner folds...”, Mr Ramana repeated softly. He reached up with his left hand and gripped my right pussy lip with his thumb and index finger, slowly pulling it open. A little bit of the pink flesh was exposed to everyone now, a bright contrast against my dark pussy. I looked down at him now, both his hands were between my thighs. Holding my right pussy lip open with his left hand, he used the tip of his right index finger to slide it along the middle of my pussy, from the hole to the clit and back again, feeling for my labia. I knew he could feel me getting wetter. The folds of my thick labia were obvious now, they came out of hiding from being wrapped against my pussy lips and were peeking out a little now.
“These little folds?”, Mr Ramana asked, letting go of my right pussy lip, he used his right middle finger to flick the little labia skin, watching it sway as his finger kept hitting it. He put his left hand on his knee and bend forward, arching his body to face the other two sitting in front of us. His right hand still fiddling with my pussy. He looked up at me and I nodded slowly. The wetness from my pussy was betraying me.
Constable Guna and Anand were getting front row seats to the show, I was sure all three of them were hard by now. I took my eyes off Mr Ramana’s hand and looked at them. Anand had his right hand off the table, probably fidgeting with his cock. Constable Guna was watching quietly, his arms still folded across his chest.
Mr Ramana pinched the folds together with his thumb and index finger, gently pulling the flaps. I looked down again, watching as his hand stretched the skin to its limit, pulling it outwards. A sharp pain shot up my body as my labia reached its limit, I could see the elongated black fleshy skin sticking out being held by his hand, the base of my labia skin had my clit peeking out at Mr Ramana’s face. He looked at the stretched dark skin, examining it, slowly twirling the flesh with his two fingers.
“Owww.Please sir…. Please…that hurts”, I pleaded. Anand’s eyes were fixated on my pussy and Mr Ramana’s hands. He wasn’t moving, his hand still under the table. Mr Ramana let the folds go and looked up at me.
“What else did the old man do, ma?”, He put his right hand on my hip now, my pussy remained on display for the other two. I could feel the cold air against exposed my pubic area now.
Ï was wondering if I should go on, Mr Ramana’s heavy fondling of my pussy was actually turning me on. His pants were struggling to hold in his erection.
“Sir..he…he put his fingers….inside me”
His face lit up a little. Then went back to being expressionless, he tried to remain serious.
From across the table, I heard Constable Guna, “What happened to your bra, Divya?”, his eyes went back up to my top.
“Sir…the big man…he pulled…he pulled it off”
“So, your bra is in the train as well?”, he smirked.
“Did he play with your tits?”, the questions were becoming more daring. Constable Guna was looking me in the eyes now, waiting for my answer. Mr Ramana was listening intently, I could feel his right hand casually grazing against my skin, slowly making its way from my hip back to my pussy.
“Yes…yes…sir”
“What did he do ma, tell us”.
“He..ummm… played with my…my nipples sir…”. Mr Ramana’s right hand was back on my pussy again. The index finger slowly gliding along the middle of my now wet pussy, his thumb slowly caressing the puffy pussy lip. I could feel my clit brushing against his finger. He was enjoying himself playing with my juicy shaven pussy.
“He must have enjoyed those big tits.”, he commented. His eyes were focused on my dark areolas. “How big are they, ma?”, he continued. Anand looked at the constable, then back at me, staring at my hard nipples.
“Sorry sir…”, I asked again, slightly taken back by the question. A moan escaped my lips, Mr Ramana had his ring and index fingers pushing my pussy lips apart, the middle one was gently pressing against my hard clit in circular motions, massaging the hard nub. Oh god. His gentle caress was turning me on.
“The size of your tits. What is it?”, he repeated himself, a bit more sternly.
“Thirty…Thirty Six Double D sir…”…..”Ahhhh”, I moaned a little as Mr Ramana’s finger hit my clit again, my body jerking up a bit, jiggling my tits under my top.
“What did he do after he removed your bra?”, his eyes not leaving my nipples.
“He..he…pulled up my top”, I said softly, trying to control myself from moaning again. I felt Mr Ramana’s finger stop as he looked up at me again, his three fingers still remained wedged between my pussy lips. I could feel his middle finger at the entrance of my wet pussy hole.
Constable Guna leaned forward, putting his arms on the table now, “In front of everyone?”. He asked again, with curiosity in his voice.
I gathered myself before answering, all three were looking at my tits now.
“The train had broken down sir…the lights…lights were off…it was dark sir…”
“You told us the man had his finger inside your asshole.”, Mr Ramana asked, he moved his right hand deeper between my legs, I could feel his fingers reaching the base of my bum, the middle finger poking my anus.
“He used…he used his other hand sir…”
**End of part 12.**
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