Misc. Erotica My Mistake and My Wife’s Gangbang on Our Honeymoon

[chodn_khanki]

Chaitali's skin was on fire, the urge to scratch her ass and pussy was becoming unbearable. She had tried to resist, but now she was begging for release, her voice shaking with desperation.


"Please," she whispered, "let me scratch my pussy." The constable nodded, a sly smile spreading across his face as he continued filming her humiliation. Mohit is eagerly waiting for giving the injection to her and make her a cum dump. Rajesh Sir nodded her head in approval. Then the junior constable came forward and freed her hands.

As Chaitali's hands were freed, she didn't hesitate for a second. She began scratching her ass and pussy with abandon, the relief washing over her like a wave. The sound of her own moans filled the air as she finally gave in to the itching, her body writhing in ecstasy. She was completely lost in the sensation, her mind consumed by the pleasure that was coursing through her veins.

The junior constable approached her with a bottle of water, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Clean up, Chaitali," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Chaitali went outside, cleaned herself, and came back in a few minutes. The constable asked her whether she was ready to accept her crimes and make a confession video. She agreed. Rajesh Sir signed the FIR complaint, and the junior constable asked Chaitali to stand straight and gave her a black burka-like robe without a head cover. They gave her a whiteboard on which her name, age, and sex were written. They started recording her statement -

"State your crimes," he said, his voice firm but not unkind.

Chaitali took a deep breath, her eyes still cast down at the ground. "I... I have committed the crime of prostitution." She paused, her chest heaving with emotion.

"And I have also committed the crime of roaming nude in public places," she whispered.

The constable raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "Tell me more about that."

Chaitali took another deep breath before continuing. "I like it when people watch me. I like it when they see me naked and helpless." Her voice was barely above a whisper now, but the words hung in the air like a challenge.

The constable's eyes narrowed as he scribbled some notes on his pad. "And what about your videos?" he asked, his tone suddenly cold.

Chaitali's face flushed with shame. "I... I have uploaded them to the internet," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the camera's motor.

The constable's eyes widened in shock as he looked up at Chaitali. "Tell me more about that."
Chaitali took another deep breath before continuing. "I like it when people watch me on the internet. I like it when they see me naked and helpless, just like they do in real life." Her voice was barely above a whisper now, but the words hung in the air like a challenge.

The constable's face was expressionless as he continued to write down her confession.
"I have also committed the crime of being a filthy whore," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

I can see Chaitali's face as it contorted in shame. She was still wearing the black burka-like robe, but it seemed to be suffocating her, crushing her under its weight.

"I have committed many crimes," she said, her voice shaking with emotion. "I am a prostitute. I am a filthy whore."

The camera stopped recording, and the room fell silent. Chaitali knew she was in grave danger, but she couldn't move.

Rajesh Sir nodded, a smile spreading across his face. "Yes, I think that's enough for today."

Chaitali felt a sense of relief wash over her, but it was short-lived. Rajesh Sir continued, his voice dripping with malice.

"Rajesh Sir can take his pet anywhere he wants, do whatever he wants. Now she is absconding and a security officer-registered criminal." The constable paused, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure.

And then, it happened. Rajesh Sir started dragging her away, using the leash; she is on her four.
As they passed me, Rajesh Sir looked at me and chuckled, a cruel smile spreading across his face. He handed me a piece of paper with an address written in bold letters.

"What is this?" I asked, my heart racing with fear.

"This is where you can find your wife," Rajesh Sir said, his voice dripping with malice. "She's now a security officer-registered criminal. She needs a hiding place. I am kind enough to give. Thank me later."

I looked down at the paper, my eyes widening in horror as I realised what was happening. It was an address to some farmhouse, and I knew that Chaitali was in grave danger.

"What will happen to her?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Rajesh Sir just laughed, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "You'll find out soon enough," he said, before turning back to the constable.

I stood there, frozen in horror, as I realised the true extent of Rajesh Sir's plans.