16-05-2026, 08:03 AM
The security officer jeep sped down the dark road, red and blue lights flashing silently. In the jeep, one of the constables made a call as per earlier instructions.
“Sir, Ajmal sir?” the constable said into the phone. “As you instructed, we passed the information about illegal substances. The officer has taken the boss and that hot lady into custody. They are being brought to the station now.”
On the other end of the line, Ajmal was sitting in his apartment. His face twisted in rage the moment he heard the words.
“What the fuck?!” Ajmal exploded. “I told you idiots to arrest only the girl! Not Shankar! You have no idea what you’ve done, you fools! If Vikram comes to know his brother has been arrested, he will have all of us killed! You will get me killed too!”
The constable stammered, “But sir, the officer on duty—”
“Shut up!” Ajmal roared. “Handle your shit! Put everything on your officer. Say it was his decision. Do whatever you have to, but make sure Shankar is released quickly and quietly. I only wanted to teach that bitch Meera a lesson, not start a war with Vikram!”
He slammed the phone down, breathing heavily. His hands were shaking. He had only wanted to humiliate Meera and derail Shankar’s project. He never expected the security officer to actually arrest Shankar.
Meanwhile, on the road, Shankar’s driver had been forced to get down from the Vellfire at a quiet stretch.The driver stood on the side of the road, frustrated and worried. In the distance, he saw a motorbike approaching. He waved desperately.
The bike slowed down. It was Chotu.
Chotu stopped, recognizing the man.
“Sir? What happened?” Chotu asked, concerned.
The driver quickly explained, “Please, I need to follow that security officer car. My boss and madam have been taken to the station. Can you give me a lift?”
Chotu’s heart jumped. Madam? Meera didi?
Without hesitation, he agreed. “Sit behind me. We’ll follow them.”
The driver climbed on, and Chotu accelerated, tailing the security officer vehicles from a safe distance.
At the security officer station, Shankar’s driver borrowed Chotu’s phone and immediately called Vikram’s office.
Within minutes, the news reached Vikram.
Vikram’s face turned thunderous. His brother — arrested? He slammed his fist on the table.
“Find out who is responsible,” he ordered coldly. “And get my brother out. Now.”
Back at their flat, Ajay’s phone rang. It was an unknown number.
He picked up.
“Hello? Ajay sir?” Chotu’s voice came through, urgent and scared. “This is Chotu. Meera didi has been arrested. She is at the security officer station right now. Shankar sir too. I followed them here.”
Ajay’s blood ran cold.
“Meera… arrested?” His voice cracked. “What happened? Tell me everything!"
Chotu has no idea why or what happened. Poor guy he was expecting to meet Meera and spend time with her.
At the security officer station, the Vellfire pulled up. Karthik got out and opened the back door.
He yanked open the back door and grabbed Shankar by the collar, pulling him out roughly.
“Move,” Karthik barked.
Shankar stumbled forward, trying to maintain his dignity. “You have no idea who I am. This is a big mistake. Let me make a call—”
Karthik shoved him toward the station entrance. “Shut up. You filthy rich criminals think you can do whatever you want. Tonight you’ll understand what real heat feels like.”
Inside the station, the fluorescent lights buzzed harshly. Karthik pushed Shankar against the wall near the duty desk.
“Strip,” Karthik ordered.
Shankar’s eyes widened. “What?”
“You heard me. Strip to your underwear. Now.”
Shankar tried to argue, his voice laced with arrogance. “My brother will hear about this. You’ll lose your job. I can make you rich if you just—”
Karthik’s face twisted in anger. He drew his service revolver and pressed the cold barrel directly against Shankar’s forehead.
“Strip. Or I’ll put a hole in your rich skull right now.”
Shankar’s arrogance cracked. Sweat broke out on his forehead. He slowly removed his expensive shirt, then his trousers, folding them neatly out of habit. He stood there in just his black designer underwear, his body trembling with humiliation and fear.
Karthik smirked. “Good. Now stand there like the dog you are.”
Meanwhile, Lady Constable Mala had just arrived, still in her uniform, looking irritated at being called back so late. She walked into the main hall and saw Meera still half-asleep in the back of the Vellfire.
Mala’s eyes narrowed with disdain.
She marched over, yanked open the door, and slapped Meera hard across the face.
“Wake up, you bitch!”
Meera jolted awake, gasping in shock. Her cheek stung. She had no idea where she was or what was happening. Her mind was still foggy from the drinks and the substance.
Mala grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her out of the car. The sudden pull made Meera stumble forward. The already precarious tube dress slipped dangerously. The neckline dropped completely, exposing her full blue lace bra and a large portion of her soft, heavy breasts. The hem rode up high on her thighs, almost revealing the tiny thong underneath.
Meera was still not fully conscious. She staggered behind Mala, her breasts bouncing with every forced step, the dress barely hanging on her body.
Mala pulled her roughly into the station hall.
“Stand here,” Mala snapped, pushing Meera against the wall near Shankar.
Shankar stood in his underwear, looking humiliated. Meera, still dazed, looked at him with confusion, her dress dishevelled, bra fully visible, one breast almost spilling out.
Karthik watched both of them with dark satisfaction.
The night had taken a brutal turn.
Meera’s mind was slowly clearing, horror dawning on her face as she realized where she was and how exposed she was.
Mala shoved Meera against a table and snatched her handbag. She opened it aggressively and started rummaging through it.
After a few seconds, Mala pulled out a small, clear plastic packet containing white powder.
“Look at this!” Mala shouted, holding it up. “What is this, you whore? Drugs?”
Shankar, standing a few feet away in only his underwear, went pale. He immediately understood what had happened.
Ajmal.
This was clearly a setup. Ajmal must have planted the substance to sabotage them. Shankar’s face hardened with anger, but he stayed silent, knowing any protest would make things worse.
Mala turned her fury on Meera.
“You cheap slut! Dressing like a whore and carrying drugs? You think you can seduce big people and get away with anything?”
Meera tried to speak, her voice weak and confused. “No… I don’t know… that’s not mine…”
Karthik instructed to do a search on Meera, Mala shames her by saying she wont mind stripping infront of you sir. On Karthik's instruction Mala takes her inside to the security officer station. Mala was still angry to come back from half way and this bitch is the reason for that.
“Shut up!” Mala slapped the table hard, the loud sound echoing through the station.
“Strip,” Mala ordered coldly. “Full strip search. Now.”
Meera’s eyes filled with tears. She looked around desperately. The criminals in the cells were now fully awake, staring at her with hungry eyes. Karthik stood a little distance away, watching with clear interest but staying back.
Mala shouted again, “I said strip! Or I’ll tear this cheap dress off you myself!”
With trembling hands, Meera reached for the zipper on the side of her tube dress. She pulled it down slowly. The tight fabric loosened. She hesitated, then began sliding the dress down her body.
The dress slipped off her shoulders first, revealing the blue lace strapless bra that was barely holding her full breasts. The bra pushed them up dramatically, creating deep, soft cleavage. Sweat glistened on her skin under the bright lights.
The dress continued downward, sliding over her waist and hips. It pooled at her feet, leaving her standing in just the blue lace bra and the tiny pink lace thong.
Mala’s eyes widened. She had never seen such expensive, revealing underwear on a woman before.
“Shameless slut!” Mala spat. “What is this thing you’re wearing? No straps, no support—just a piece of cloth clinging to you for dear life. You’re a shameless slut, aren't you?. And this panty? Bilkul besharam. Arey, what is this? You forgot the rest of your underwear at home, or did you run out of cloth? That’s not underwear, that’s just a dental floss for your backside! She wants respect, but she wears a thread that is thinner than my hair.”
Meera’s face burned with humiliation. She tried to cover her chest with her arms, but Mala slapped her hands away.
“Don’t you dare cover yourself! Let everyone see what a cheap whore you are.”
Mala turned toward the other room where Karthik and Shankar were.
“Karthik sir!” she called out loudly. “You should come see this! This slut is wearing underwear that is near to non-existent! I don’t know what it even covers! Her big tits are spilling out of this tiny bra, and her panty is just a string disappearing between her fat ass!”
Karthik looked over, his eyes immediately locking onto Meera’s near-naked body at the far corner. His cock hardened instantly in his uniform pants at the sight — her full breasts straining against the blue lace bra, her smooth belly, and the tiny pink thong that barely covered her shaved pussy, the thin string lost between her round ass cheeks.
Shankar stood silently in the corner, still in his underwear, watching with a mix of anger and unwilling arousal. His own cock was semi-hard despite the humiliation.
Mala wasn’t done. She saw Karthik is not getting full view.
“Walk, you whore!” she ordered Meera. “Walk to the main area so everyone can see the tiny thong you’re wearing. Show them how you dress like a cheap prostitute!”
Meera’s legs felt like jelly. Tears filled her eyes, but she obeyed. She walked slowly across the hall, crossing directly in front of the cells. The three criminals inside pressed against the bars, their eyes devouring her body. All of them were in their underwear, and their cocks were visibly hard, tenting the fabric as they stared at her almost naked form.
Meera’s heavy breasts bounced with every step. The blue bra struggled to contain them. The pink thong rode up between her ass cheeks, leaving her round, soft buttocks almost completely exposed. The thin front panel clung to her pussy, the faint outline of her lips visible.
The criminals whistled and made crude comments:
“Wah… what a body!”
“Look at those big tits… I want to suck them!”
“Turn around, baby! Show us that fat ass!”
Mala walked behind her, smirking.
“See how shameless she is? Walking like this in front of everyone so shamelessly. Her bra is barely holding those whore tits. Sir, look at her! I swear, I wear more clothes when I'm taking a bath in my own locked bathroom than she wears. If she’s this shameless in public, imagine what she’s like at home.”
Shankar and Karthik watched from the side. Both men were visibly hard — Shankar’s cock straining against his underwear, Karthik’s erection obvious in his uniform pants. The criminals were also looking with hungry eyes.
Mala finally stopped her.
“Enough. Stand here.”
Meera stood trembling in the middle of the station, nearly naked, surrounded by hungry male eyes, her dignity shattered. She tried to cover her chest with her arms.
Look at this 'bra.' It’s hanging on by a prayer. One more jiggle and it’s over. Honestly, if we remove this little bit of elastic, there’s no difference.Why are you crossing your arms now, madam? You weren't this shy when you chose to wear a bra that has no support and a panty"
The night had become a nightmare of public humiliation.
“Sir, Ajmal sir?” the constable said into the phone. “As you instructed, we passed the information about illegal substances. The officer has taken the boss and that hot lady into custody. They are being brought to the station now.”
On the other end of the line, Ajmal was sitting in his apartment. His face twisted in rage the moment he heard the words.
“What the fuck?!” Ajmal exploded. “I told you idiots to arrest only the girl! Not Shankar! You have no idea what you’ve done, you fools! If Vikram comes to know his brother has been arrested, he will have all of us killed! You will get me killed too!”
The constable stammered, “But sir, the officer on duty—”
“Shut up!” Ajmal roared. “Handle your shit! Put everything on your officer. Say it was his decision. Do whatever you have to, but make sure Shankar is released quickly and quietly. I only wanted to teach that bitch Meera a lesson, not start a war with Vikram!”
He slammed the phone down, breathing heavily. His hands were shaking. He had only wanted to humiliate Meera and derail Shankar’s project. He never expected the security officer to actually arrest Shankar.
Meanwhile, on the road, Shankar’s driver had been forced to get down from the Vellfire at a quiet stretch.The driver stood on the side of the road, frustrated and worried. In the distance, he saw a motorbike approaching. He waved desperately.
The bike slowed down. It was Chotu.
Chotu stopped, recognizing the man.
“Sir? What happened?” Chotu asked, concerned.
The driver quickly explained, “Please, I need to follow that security officer car. My boss and madam have been taken to the station. Can you give me a lift?”
Chotu’s heart jumped. Madam? Meera didi?
Without hesitation, he agreed. “Sit behind me. We’ll follow them.”
The driver climbed on, and Chotu accelerated, tailing the security officer vehicles from a safe distance.
At the security officer station, Shankar’s driver borrowed Chotu’s phone and immediately called Vikram’s office.
Within minutes, the news reached Vikram.
Vikram’s face turned thunderous. His brother — arrested? He slammed his fist on the table.
“Find out who is responsible,” he ordered coldly. “And get my brother out. Now.”
Back at their flat, Ajay’s phone rang. It was an unknown number.
He picked up.
“Hello? Ajay sir?” Chotu’s voice came through, urgent and scared. “This is Chotu. Meera didi has been arrested. She is at the security officer station right now. Shankar sir too. I followed them here.”
Ajay’s blood ran cold.
“Meera… arrested?” His voice cracked. “What happened? Tell me everything!"
Chotu has no idea why or what happened. Poor guy he was expecting to meet Meera and spend time with her.
At the security officer station, the Vellfire pulled up. Karthik got out and opened the back door.
He yanked open the back door and grabbed Shankar by the collar, pulling him out roughly.
“Move,” Karthik barked.
Shankar stumbled forward, trying to maintain his dignity. “You have no idea who I am. This is a big mistake. Let me make a call—”
Karthik shoved him toward the station entrance. “Shut up. You filthy rich criminals think you can do whatever you want. Tonight you’ll understand what real heat feels like.”
Inside the station, the fluorescent lights buzzed harshly. Karthik pushed Shankar against the wall near the duty desk.
“Strip,” Karthik ordered.
Shankar’s eyes widened. “What?”
“You heard me. Strip to your underwear. Now.”
Shankar tried to argue, his voice laced with arrogance. “My brother will hear about this. You’ll lose your job. I can make you rich if you just—”
Karthik’s face twisted in anger. He drew his service revolver and pressed the cold barrel directly against Shankar’s forehead.
“Strip. Or I’ll put a hole in your rich skull right now.”
Shankar’s arrogance cracked. Sweat broke out on his forehead. He slowly removed his expensive shirt, then his trousers, folding them neatly out of habit. He stood there in just his black designer underwear, his body trembling with humiliation and fear.
Karthik smirked. “Good. Now stand there like the dog you are.”
Meanwhile, Lady Constable Mala had just arrived, still in her uniform, looking irritated at being called back so late. She walked into the main hall and saw Meera still half-asleep in the back of the Vellfire.
Mala’s eyes narrowed with disdain.
She marched over, yanked open the door, and slapped Meera hard across the face.
“Wake up, you bitch!”
Meera jolted awake, gasping in shock. Her cheek stung. She had no idea where she was or what was happening. Her mind was still foggy from the drinks and the substance.
Mala grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her out of the car. The sudden pull made Meera stumble forward. The already precarious tube dress slipped dangerously. The neckline dropped completely, exposing her full blue lace bra and a large portion of her soft, heavy breasts. The hem rode up high on her thighs, almost revealing the tiny thong underneath.
Meera was still not fully conscious. She staggered behind Mala, her breasts bouncing with every forced step, the dress barely hanging on her body.
Mala pulled her roughly into the station hall.
“Stand here,” Mala snapped, pushing Meera against the wall near Shankar.
Shankar stood in his underwear, looking humiliated. Meera, still dazed, looked at him with confusion, her dress dishevelled, bra fully visible, one breast almost spilling out.
Karthik watched both of them with dark satisfaction.
The night had taken a brutal turn.
Meera’s mind was slowly clearing, horror dawning on her face as she realized where she was and how exposed she was.
Mala shoved Meera against a table and snatched her handbag. She opened it aggressively and started rummaging through it.
After a few seconds, Mala pulled out a small, clear plastic packet containing white powder.
“Look at this!” Mala shouted, holding it up. “What is this, you whore? Drugs?”
Shankar, standing a few feet away in only his underwear, went pale. He immediately understood what had happened.
Ajmal.
This was clearly a setup. Ajmal must have planted the substance to sabotage them. Shankar’s face hardened with anger, but he stayed silent, knowing any protest would make things worse.
Mala turned her fury on Meera.
“You cheap slut! Dressing like a whore and carrying drugs? You think you can seduce big people and get away with anything?”
Meera tried to speak, her voice weak and confused. “No… I don’t know… that’s not mine…”
Karthik instructed to do a search on Meera, Mala shames her by saying she wont mind stripping infront of you sir. On Karthik's instruction Mala takes her inside to the security officer station. Mala was still angry to come back from half way and this bitch is the reason for that.
“Shut up!” Mala slapped the table hard, the loud sound echoing through the station.
“Strip,” Mala ordered coldly. “Full strip search. Now.”
Meera’s eyes filled with tears. She looked around desperately. The criminals in the cells were now fully awake, staring at her with hungry eyes. Karthik stood a little distance away, watching with clear interest but staying back.
Mala shouted again, “I said strip! Or I’ll tear this cheap dress off you myself!”
With trembling hands, Meera reached for the zipper on the side of her tube dress. She pulled it down slowly. The tight fabric loosened. She hesitated, then began sliding the dress down her body.
The dress slipped off her shoulders first, revealing the blue lace strapless bra that was barely holding her full breasts. The bra pushed them up dramatically, creating deep, soft cleavage. Sweat glistened on her skin under the bright lights.
The dress continued downward, sliding over her waist and hips. It pooled at her feet, leaving her standing in just the blue lace bra and the tiny pink lace thong.
Mala’s eyes widened. She had never seen such expensive, revealing underwear on a woman before.
“Shameless slut!” Mala spat. “What is this thing you’re wearing? No straps, no support—just a piece of cloth clinging to you for dear life. You’re a shameless slut, aren't you?. And this panty? Bilkul besharam. Arey, what is this? You forgot the rest of your underwear at home, or did you run out of cloth? That’s not underwear, that’s just a dental floss for your backside! She wants respect, but she wears a thread that is thinner than my hair.”
Meera’s face burned with humiliation. She tried to cover her chest with her arms, but Mala slapped her hands away.
“Don’t you dare cover yourself! Let everyone see what a cheap whore you are.”
Mala turned toward the other room where Karthik and Shankar were.
“Karthik sir!” she called out loudly. “You should come see this! This slut is wearing underwear that is near to non-existent! I don’t know what it even covers! Her big tits are spilling out of this tiny bra, and her panty is just a string disappearing between her fat ass!”
Karthik looked over, his eyes immediately locking onto Meera’s near-naked body at the far corner. His cock hardened instantly in his uniform pants at the sight — her full breasts straining against the blue lace bra, her smooth belly, and the tiny pink thong that barely covered her shaved pussy, the thin string lost between her round ass cheeks.
Shankar stood silently in the corner, still in his underwear, watching with a mix of anger and unwilling arousal. His own cock was semi-hard despite the humiliation.
Mala wasn’t done. She saw Karthik is not getting full view.
“Walk, you whore!” she ordered Meera. “Walk to the main area so everyone can see the tiny thong you’re wearing. Show them how you dress like a cheap prostitute!”
Meera’s legs felt like jelly. Tears filled her eyes, but she obeyed. She walked slowly across the hall, crossing directly in front of the cells. The three criminals inside pressed against the bars, their eyes devouring her body. All of them were in their underwear, and their cocks were visibly hard, tenting the fabric as they stared at her almost naked form.
Meera’s heavy breasts bounced with every step. The blue bra struggled to contain them. The pink thong rode up between her ass cheeks, leaving her round, soft buttocks almost completely exposed. The thin front panel clung to her pussy, the faint outline of her lips visible.
The criminals whistled and made crude comments:
“Wah… what a body!”
“Look at those big tits… I want to suck them!”
“Turn around, baby! Show us that fat ass!”
Mala walked behind her, smirking.
“See how shameless she is? Walking like this in front of everyone so shamelessly. Her bra is barely holding those whore tits. Sir, look at her! I swear, I wear more clothes when I'm taking a bath in my own locked bathroom than she wears. If she’s this shameless in public, imagine what she’s like at home.”
Shankar and Karthik watched from the side. Both men were visibly hard — Shankar’s cock straining against his underwear, Karthik’s erection obvious in his uniform pants. The criminals were also looking with hungry eyes.
Mala finally stopped her.
“Enough. Stand here.”
Meera stood trembling in the middle of the station, nearly naked, surrounded by hungry male eyes, her dignity shattered. She tried to cover her chest with her arms.
Look at this 'bra.' It’s hanging on by a prayer. One more jiggle and it’s over. Honestly, if we remove this little bit of elastic, there’s no difference.Why are you crossing your arms now, madam? You weren't this shy when you chose to wear a bra that has no support and a panty"
The night had become a nightmare of public humiliation.
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