22-06-2025, 02:39 PM
(This post was last modified: 22-06-2025, 02:43 PM by chodn_khanki. Edited 3 times in total. Edited 3 times in total.)
It's been almost 3 hours since I've been waiting for the car to arrive. Then one of the service guys who were present in the garden came to me and asked, 'Where is your spouse?' as if he didn't know anything. I was a little angry but didn't say anything. He then dropped a bomb shell - your wife is in the plce station. I was awestruck. What happened? What he told me in a nutshell is that while they were getting out of the garden, two constables caught the car for papers, and then they found Chaitali in her birth suit. They took her to the plcestation, and the security officer were called to the hotel. I was perplexed and had no clue what to do. Then he told me that I should go to the security officer station immediately and confess to our crime. Seeing my blank and puzzled face, he laughed at me and went away.
On the way to the plce station, I was worrying about what condition I would see Chaitali in. Though I have arrived in 15 minutes, it seemed like ages. I enquired about Chaitali, and they were not aware of the situation. Then I briefly told what happened without mentioning anything explicitly, and the exploitation. Then they called in on the walkie-talkie, started talking in the local language, and after a few minutes, their eyes widened in surprise. Then he took out his mobile phone and checked WhatsApp. A video was downloading, and then he started playing. It was Chaitali's video; she was doing sit-ups, holding her ears, completely nude, and counting loudly - 671, 672,.... She stopped for a moment, and then one constable hit her bum with a wooden stick. I couldn't make out the exact surroundings, but from this angle, it appears to be an outdoor area. The constable who was on the walkie-talkie laughed and then disconnected it, forwarding the video to three groups. Then he looked at me and said that there is no such report yet, but though the garden falls under their jurisdiction, that area is controlled and monitored by another sub-station, and I should go there to check.
I noted the address, realising it was nearly an hour away. I hopped into an auto-rickshaw and arrived at my destination. As the afternoon began to wane, my mind raced with questions about Chaitali and completing 670 sit-ups. How could anyone endure such a gruelling challenge without a break? Did she remain in the public eye the entire time? Upon reaching the security officer station, a small room with a single bike parked outside, right next to the very car those three men had used—it didn’t look like much of a security officer station. As I stepped inside, my heart pounded with anxiety. And then I saw her. It was hard to believe what I was witnessing: my wife, Chaitali, right there before me. She is in a muga punishment, holding her ear, her asshole and pussy is in clear view of everyone. Her ass cheeks are bright red, the moment her ass is touching the ground, one constable hitting her back with belt, which is also full of red stripes. The other constable is smoking with the rest of the three guys and laughing at Chaitali's condition.
One constable saw me coming and asked me what the matter was. Then the brown guy told him that I am Chaitali's husband. Then the other constable stopped and asked her to stand. She slowly stood up, trying to hide her pussy with her hands. The same constable came in front of her and slapped her 3 or 4 times, without uttering a single word, she understood why she was slapped, quickly removed her hand, and put both hands behind her head. She stretched her legs little bit so that pussy can be reached very easily. The constable faced me and repeated the same story that the service guy had told me. Then he introduced the rest of the Guys with whom his boss is smoking - Rajesh Sir, Mohit, and Dev. Rajesh is the son of the resort owner where we are staying; his father owns five petrol pumps, two restaurants, and has a well-connected political influence. Mohit and Dev are Rajesh's friends. After the introduction, he told me that Rajesh Sir liked my wife and wants to make a whore out of her.
I was shocked, I don't know what to do or what to say. Then the constable came closer to me and took me aside, told me in a whispering voice that anyway Rajesh sir will take Chaitali, and Chaitali is already a broken bitch. Seeing disbelief in my eyes, he said let me show you a demo. He then ordered the other constable to handcuff Chaitali by keeping her hands behind her back, as he did, then he ordered Chaitali to bring a packet of gutkha. Without hesitation, she started walking slowly towards the door, the moment she crossed us the constable slapped her ass hard and said to be fast. The auto in which I came was waiting for me to take back, and then he saw Chaitali coming running, completely nude, there was still a collar on her neck and a leash was attached to it, her hands were cuffed back - completely vulnerable. When she was crossing, he slapped her ass, Chaitali didn't even bother to look back back. As it grew dark, she disappeared in a few seconds, leaving me in deep thought. What happened in those 4 hours made her such a submissive slave. Another thought popped up in my mind: How is she gonna pay?
On the way to the plce station, I was worrying about what condition I would see Chaitali in. Though I have arrived in 15 minutes, it seemed like ages. I enquired about Chaitali, and they were not aware of the situation. Then I briefly told what happened without mentioning anything explicitly, and the exploitation. Then they called in on the walkie-talkie, started talking in the local language, and after a few minutes, their eyes widened in surprise. Then he took out his mobile phone and checked WhatsApp. A video was downloading, and then he started playing. It was Chaitali's video; she was doing sit-ups, holding her ears, completely nude, and counting loudly - 671, 672,.... She stopped for a moment, and then one constable hit her bum with a wooden stick. I couldn't make out the exact surroundings, but from this angle, it appears to be an outdoor area. The constable who was on the walkie-talkie laughed and then disconnected it, forwarding the video to three groups. Then he looked at me and said that there is no such report yet, but though the garden falls under their jurisdiction, that area is controlled and monitored by another sub-station, and I should go there to check.
I noted the address, realising it was nearly an hour away. I hopped into an auto-rickshaw and arrived at my destination. As the afternoon began to wane, my mind raced with questions about Chaitali and completing 670 sit-ups. How could anyone endure such a gruelling challenge without a break? Did she remain in the public eye the entire time? Upon reaching the security officer station, a small room with a single bike parked outside, right next to the very car those three men had used—it didn’t look like much of a security officer station. As I stepped inside, my heart pounded with anxiety. And then I saw her. It was hard to believe what I was witnessing: my wife, Chaitali, right there before me. She is in a muga punishment, holding her ear, her asshole and pussy is in clear view of everyone. Her ass cheeks are bright red, the moment her ass is touching the ground, one constable hitting her back with belt, which is also full of red stripes. The other constable is smoking with the rest of the three guys and laughing at Chaitali's condition.
One constable saw me coming and asked me what the matter was. Then the brown guy told him that I am Chaitali's husband. Then the other constable stopped and asked her to stand. She slowly stood up, trying to hide her pussy with her hands. The same constable came in front of her and slapped her 3 or 4 times, without uttering a single word, she understood why she was slapped, quickly removed her hand, and put both hands behind her head. She stretched her legs little bit so that pussy can be reached very easily. The constable faced me and repeated the same story that the service guy had told me. Then he introduced the rest of the Guys with whom his boss is smoking - Rajesh Sir, Mohit, and Dev. Rajesh is the son of the resort owner where we are staying; his father owns five petrol pumps, two restaurants, and has a well-connected political influence. Mohit and Dev are Rajesh's friends. After the introduction, he told me that Rajesh Sir liked my wife and wants to make a whore out of her.
I was shocked, I don't know what to do or what to say. Then the constable came closer to me and took me aside, told me in a whispering voice that anyway Rajesh sir will take Chaitali, and Chaitali is already a broken bitch. Seeing disbelief in my eyes, he said let me show you a demo. He then ordered the other constable to handcuff Chaitali by keeping her hands behind her back, as he did, then he ordered Chaitali to bring a packet of gutkha. Without hesitation, she started walking slowly towards the door, the moment she crossed us the constable slapped her ass hard and said to be fast. The auto in which I came was waiting for me to take back, and then he saw Chaitali coming running, completely nude, there was still a collar on her neck and a leash was attached to it, her hands were cuffed back - completely vulnerable. When she was crossing, he slapped her ass, Chaitali didn't even bother to look back back. As it grew dark, she disappeared in a few seconds, leaving me in deep thought. What happened in those 4 hours made her such a submissive slave. Another thought popped up in my mind: How is she gonna pay?
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