23-06-2025, 08:33 PM
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Chaitali stepped outside, her eyes fixed on the auto-rickshaw driver like a succulent piece of meat ready for devouring. He pulled her by the leash, his grubby hands grasping her wrists like a perverted lover. She didn't put up much resistance, her body swaying to and fro as she followed him to the side of the building, her legs trembling with anticipation.
The driver's hands roamed freely over Chaitali's body, caressing her tits like they were ripe melons waiting to be plucked. He squeezed them hard, making her moan in pleasure, and then his fingers slid down to her pussy, tracing circles around her clitoris like a madman trying to unlock the secrets of the universe.
Chaitali didn't protest as he fingered her cunt, her body writhing in ecstasy like a cat in heat. The driver's face was contorted with lust, his eyes glued to Chaitali's pussy like a thirsty man staring at an oasis in the desert. He leaned in close, his hot breath washing over her skin, and whispered filthy words in her ear, making her giggle like a collegegirl.
As I watched this depraved scene unfold before me, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. Chaitali seemed to be enjoying herself, her body relaxed and open, like a flower blooming in the sun. Chaitali sat in front of him and started peeing, that lewd guy is observing me to pee. She stand up, the driver's hand slid out of her pussy, and he brought it up to his face, licking off the drops of piss that had accumulated there.
Chaitali stormed back into the room, leaving the driver staring after her like a lovesick puppy. She crossed me without even acknowledging my presence, her body still quivering with desire.
As she entered the room, Chaitali spotted Rajesh and made a beeline for him, dropping to her knees like a dog begging for scraps. I couldn't help but feel a shiver run down my spine as I witnessed this depraved display of lust and desire. It was like watching a train wreck – you knew it was wrong, but you couldn't look away.
Then the constable explained her that they have registered a complaint against her for prostitution and filming porn and circulating. Now, it’s time for Chaitali to surprise. She denied it by nodding her head. She cried out, “Please don’t register any complaint, I’ll do whatever you say. You punished me in the middle of the road, made me do 1000 sit-ups, and dragged me through the road. I didn’t put much resistance. Please don’t register it.”
The constable's face turned beet red with rage as he bellowed, "You think a few sit-ups and a drag through the road will break you? You're not even scratched yet, Chaitali! You need to be broken into tiny pieces, like the fragile little slut you are!"
Rajesh Sir chuckled at this and said, "Ah, I see what you mean. Let's really teach her how to be a real prostitute. Make her suck my cock while I film it and distribute it online."
The constable's eyes lit up with excitement as he pulled out his phone and began filming Chaitali, who was now on her knees, sucking Rajesh Sir's cock like a starving dog. The sound of their slurping and gagging filled the air as they made filthy comments about each other's bodies.
Chaitali's eyes darted between the two men, her face twisted in a mixture of fear and excitement. She knew she was in grave danger, but at the same time, she couldn't help but feel a thrill run through her veins at the thought of being used and abused by these two perverts.
The constable was now inserting his fingers into Chaitali's cunt while Rajesh Sir continued to fuck her mouth. They were both making filthy comments about her body, calling her a "dirty little slut" and a "cunt-whore".
Rajesh Sir cummed on her face, which is also being recorded. Then the constable rubbed some powder to Chaitali’s pussy and ass. Within a minute, she started swaying. I could not understand what happened. The constable's eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure as he watched Chaitali squirm and writhe in agony, her private parts covered in a fine white powder that seemed to be driving her mad.
"Ah, yes," he cackled. "This is the special brand of itching powder I like to use on my little whores. It's a real treat for them, isn't it?"
Rajesh Sir chuckled and patted Chaitali on the head, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Yes, Constable, you're a genius. I think we can really break her now."
The constable smiled, a cold, calculating smile that sent shivers down my spine. "Oh, yes. I think we can make her beg for mercy. And then... and then we'll take it to the next level."
He turned to Rajesh Sir and whispered something in his ear. I couldn't quite catch what he said, but it sounded like something filthy.
Rajesh Sir nodded, a look of excitement on his face. "Ah, yes. That's exactly what we need. More pain, more pleasure... more degradation."
And with that, they began to prepare the next phase of their sadistic game. I watched in horror as they tied Chaitali to the window, her hands still cuffed behind her back. She was helpless, at their mercy.
Mohit reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bottle of liquid. "Time for the next step," he said, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure.
And then, I saw it. A small needle, filled with a clear liquid that seemed to glow in the dim light of the room. The constable injected it into Chaitali's arm, and she let out a scream of agony.
"What is it?" I asked, my voice shaking with fear.
Mohit grinned at me. "Just a little something I like to call 'Ecstasy'. It'll make her feel like she's floating on air... and then we'll take it away from her."
I watched in horror as Chaitali began to convulse, her body writhing in agony. The constable and Rajesh Sir laughed and joked with each other, clearly enjoying the spectacle.
And I was trapped, unable to move or escape.
The driver's hands roamed freely over Chaitali's body, caressing her tits like they were ripe melons waiting to be plucked. He squeezed them hard, making her moan in pleasure, and then his fingers slid down to her pussy, tracing circles around her clitoris like a madman trying to unlock the secrets of the universe.
Chaitali didn't protest as he fingered her cunt, her body writhing in ecstasy like a cat in heat. The driver's face was contorted with lust, his eyes glued to Chaitali's pussy like a thirsty man staring at an oasis in the desert. He leaned in close, his hot breath washing over her skin, and whispered filthy words in her ear, making her giggle like a collegegirl.
As I watched this depraved scene unfold before me, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. Chaitali seemed to be enjoying herself, her body relaxed and open, like a flower blooming in the sun. Chaitali sat in front of him and started peeing, that lewd guy is observing me to pee. She stand up, the driver's hand slid out of her pussy, and he brought it up to his face, licking off the drops of piss that had accumulated there.
Chaitali stormed back into the room, leaving the driver staring after her like a lovesick puppy. She crossed me without even acknowledging my presence, her body still quivering with desire.
As she entered the room, Chaitali spotted Rajesh and made a beeline for him, dropping to her knees like a dog begging for scraps. I couldn't help but feel a shiver run down my spine as I witnessed this depraved display of lust and desire. It was like watching a train wreck – you knew it was wrong, but you couldn't look away.
Then the constable explained her that they have registered a complaint against her for prostitution and filming porn and circulating. Now, it’s time for Chaitali to surprise. She denied it by nodding her head. She cried out, “Please don’t register any complaint, I’ll do whatever you say. You punished me in the middle of the road, made me do 1000 sit-ups, and dragged me through the road. I didn’t put much resistance. Please don’t register it.”
The constable's face turned beet red with rage as he bellowed, "You think a few sit-ups and a drag through the road will break you? You're not even scratched yet, Chaitali! You need to be broken into tiny pieces, like the fragile little slut you are!"
Rajesh Sir chuckled at this and said, "Ah, I see what you mean. Let's really teach her how to be a real prostitute. Make her suck my cock while I film it and distribute it online."
The constable's eyes lit up with excitement as he pulled out his phone and began filming Chaitali, who was now on her knees, sucking Rajesh Sir's cock like a starving dog. The sound of their slurping and gagging filled the air as they made filthy comments about each other's bodies.
Chaitali's eyes darted between the two men, her face twisted in a mixture of fear and excitement. She knew she was in grave danger, but at the same time, she couldn't help but feel a thrill run through her veins at the thought of being used and abused by these two perverts.
The constable was now inserting his fingers into Chaitali's cunt while Rajesh Sir continued to fuck her mouth. They were both making filthy comments about her body, calling her a "dirty little slut" and a "cunt-whore".
Rajesh Sir cummed on her face, which is also being recorded. Then the constable rubbed some powder to Chaitali’s pussy and ass. Within a minute, she started swaying. I could not understand what happened. The constable's eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure as he watched Chaitali squirm and writhe in agony, her private parts covered in a fine white powder that seemed to be driving her mad.
"Ah, yes," he cackled. "This is the special brand of itching powder I like to use on my little whores. It's a real treat for them, isn't it?"
Rajesh Sir chuckled and patted Chaitali on the head, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Yes, Constable, you're a genius. I think we can really break her now."
The constable smiled, a cold, calculating smile that sent shivers down my spine. "Oh, yes. I think we can make her beg for mercy. And then... and then we'll take it to the next level."
He turned to Rajesh Sir and whispered something in his ear. I couldn't quite catch what he said, but it sounded like something filthy.
Rajesh Sir nodded, a look of excitement on his face. "Ah, yes. That's exactly what we need. More pain, more pleasure... more degradation."
And with that, they began to prepare the next phase of their sadistic game. I watched in horror as they tied Chaitali to the window, her hands still cuffed behind her back. She was helpless, at their mercy.
Mohit reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bottle of liquid. "Time for the next step," he said, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure.
And then, I saw it. A small needle, filled with a clear liquid that seemed to glow in the dim light of the room. The constable injected it into Chaitali's arm, and she let out a scream of agony.
"What is it?" I asked, my voice shaking with fear.
Mohit grinned at me. "Just a little something I like to call 'Ecstasy'. It'll make her feel like she's floating on air... and then we'll take it away from her."
I watched in horror as Chaitali began to convulse, her body writhing in agony. The constable and Rajesh Sir laughed and joked with each other, clearly enjoying the spectacle.
And I was trapped, unable to move or escape.
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