[B1ryani]

**Part 17.**

I laid there, staring at the ceiling. I couldn’t even feel the freezing air from the room on my body any more. I heard some shuffling happening around the room. My legs were still spread with Mr Ramana’s cum glistening under the light on my pussy. 

Tup. Tup. Tup. I heard Anand’s hand hitting his pubic area as he stroked his cock watching us. 

Mr Ramana face suddenly appeared into view, staring down at me. His cum stained flaccid cock was stuck on his low hanging balls. He put his hand on my cheek, the thumb rubbing the tear stains off my face. 

“You’re so tight,ma.”,he said softly, “I wonder how your asshole feels with my cock in it.”. He sat down beside Anand, gently stroking my hair. Both pairs of eyes were on Constable Guna as he took his position between my legs. 

Tup. Tup. Tup. Anand continued on, watching us with anticipation. 

I felt the fat cock head touch my pussy lips. Constable Guna was holding onto the base of his thick meat with his right hand, rubbing the shaft over my pussy. The cock glided along easily, using Mr Ramana’s cum as lubricant. I couldn’t move, I was exhausted. I closed my eyes again, waiting for this hell to be over. 

Constable Guna’s fat cock head reach the entrance of my sore pussy hole. I clenched my fist, bracing for the pain. He pushed slightly, the head trying to push into the little hole to allow him to enter. 

"Mmphhh...", I heard him grunt as he entered me. "This bitch's hole is fucking tight" . He kept pushing deeper as I clenched my fist, holding on to the pain coming from my pussy as the hole expanded . 

He bent over me, reaching forward grabbing both my breasts in hands. I tilted my head up, looking at his fingers wrapped around my big areolas ,my nipples suffocating in his hand. The meat on my tits sticking out between his fingers. 

Holding on to my tits, he stared to pump into me. 

"You fucking cow....fucking slut....",he moaned loudly.

Thup. Thup. Thup. His hips slamming into my pubic area hard . I closed my eyes, Trying not to think of the pain shooting up my breasts from his hard grip. He continued to plough into my pussy for a while until I could feel his cock tensing inside me. Finally ,I though. Just let him cum and get it over with. 

I felt the cock exiting my pussy as he let my tits go. 

"I'm not done with you.",he said ,grabbing my hips and pulling me off the table.

Gripping my arm tightly, he tugged me along to the empty space behind the chairs Mr Ramana and Anand were sitting on. We were right in front of the door. I thought to myself, could I run? Was the door unlocked? I stared at the metal knob. It could easily open from the inside. I didn’t have the energy. I don’t think I would be able to make it far. 

I was so tired. I fell to the floor as Constable Guna let my arm go. 

“Get on all fours, bitch.”, he said. I slowly moved upwards, using whatever energy I had left, pushing my ass out to his face, my face was buried in my hands, my back arched towards him. My asshole and pussy exposed to everyone in the room. Constable Guna got on his knees, adjusting his cock at the entrance of my pussy and forced his way in.

“Ahh..ahhhh..sir….please…slowly..”, I moaned in pain. Mr Ramana’s cum was not helping much to ease the thickness of Constable Guna’s thick cock forcing its way in, pushing my fat pussy lips aside. I felt the cock going deep into me as he started to pump, his hips hitting my butt cheeks as he moved. His hands gripped my hips, digging deep holding me steady as he rode me.  

Thap. Thap. Thap. Thap…His pace started to increase. Mr Ramana and Anand sat on their chairs watching me. Anand was stroking his cock faster now, his eyes wide. 

Thap. Thap. Thap. Thap……the sound echoed in the silent room.

“Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah.”, the sound escaping my mouth every time he thrusted his fat cock into me. I buried my face in my hands, my eyes shut. Accepting the pain my sore pussy was receiving. 

He kept pumping me hard for a little while, I felt his fingers move down to my ass crack, his two thumbs reaching the entrance of my hurting anus. I felt his thumbs slowly digging in, trying to pry the little hole open. 

“Owwww….sir…please sir….it’s dry sir…it hurts sir”, I pleaded. The pain was too much. 

Mr Ramana leaned forward, his hands on his knees, watching closely. His cock was slowly rising again. 

Thap. Thap. Thap. Thap…..he continued to plough into me. “Shut up bitch…I need to prepare your asshole for my cock.”, he chuckled again, “I’m going to tear it open.”

I felt my asshole widen as both thumbs went in at the same time. 

My head shot up, the pain rushing up my spine to my head. “Aaaaoooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.”, I screamed, the tears started again. The pain was intense. My ass was never stretched this wide before. I felt his thumbs dig deeper, the other fingers gripping my ass cheeks as he pulled the hole wider.

Leaving one thumb inside my anus, Constable Guna held out his left hand to Mr Ramana. "Ramana sir, can I have my baton.." 

My heart dropped. Oh no. The expression of fear spread across my face, looking at the Mr Ramana, my eyes pleading for mercy. 

"Sir... please...please help me.... don't...don't...it hurts sir..."

Mr Ramana's face changed at the request , his jaw dropping slightly. He turned around and picked up the thick wooden stick from the table and handed it over to Constable Guna. 

"Please sir...", I tilted my head to try and look behind me. I saw Constable Guna holding baton in his hand, examining it. He slowly pulled his remaining thumb out of my ass, now looking at my gaping little hole. His hips stopped moving, the cock still buried deep inside my pussy. 

I watched on as he aimed the end of the stick at the entrance. "Sirrr....don't sir...", I was sobbing hard, taking deep breaths in between my pleading..."Just...just fuck my ass sir...please...don't...don't put that inside me..." 

The cold hard wood was poking into my butt now, slowly stretching the aching hole. Anand stopped stroking his cock, his full attention at what's going on in front of him. Mr Ramana never took his eyes off the baton. I could feel it enter my anal cavity now.


"Aaaaaa...ahhhhhh......", I buried my face back into my hand, the intensity from the pain was excruciating. I was crying. I felt Constable Guna push the baton deeper into my anus, the walls in my ass gripping the wood, trying to take it in. "Please stop sir.... Please...." ,I cried, begging him. 

He finally stopped. At least half the baton was inside me ,the other half sticking out of my asshole like a flag pole. 

"I told you I was going to stick this in you...",he sneered at me 

Thap...Thap...Thap...his right hand holding onto exposed end of the baton,the left gripping my left butt cheek hard as he forced his big cock back deeper into my pussy.

"Oh fuck. I can't take this anymore....",I heard Mr. Ramana say softly. He got off his chair and kneeled in front of me, grabbing my hair and pulling my head up.

"Ahhhh...", I opened my mouth shouting in pain. I felt his curved cock enter my mouth, pushing it deep inside, hitting the back. Still pulling my hair , he grinded his hips into my face. His pubic area hitting my nose hard with every thrust.

Tup.Tup.Tup. Mr Ramana's cock hitting the back of my mouth. Thap.Thap. Thap. Constable Guna's thighs slapping into my butt cheeks. He pulled the baton out a little bit and pushed it back deep into my anus, fucking my ass with the big stick. All 3 of my holes were filled. Tears streaming down my face, water coming out of my nose. 

**End of Part 17.**

[B1ryani]

Nice update. Instead of forcing, they should have fingered, licked and made her beg to fuck.

Every other story on Xossip is like that. Women in general don't get turned on being touched by strangers. Hence the forced sex.

Also ,typical Indian men , especially those who are much older don't have much appreciation for foreplay. Just touch and fuck.

[B1ryani]

**Part 18.**

Anand kept silent, leaning back on his chair watching us, stroking his cock.  

“Suck it, you little bitch….”, Mr Ramana moaned, pulling my hair. I felt my heavy breasts swinging with every stroke from Constable Guna’s pounding. With every pump, he kept pushing the baton deeper and deeper into my asshole. 

“Mmmphhh…mmmph…mmmmphhh”, I kept crying out as the stick went deeper into my asshole while choking on Mr Ramana’s cock. Constable Guna’s thick cock and the wooden stick moving in rhythm together, both my holes were so sore from the constant pounding. My scalp was burning from the constant pull of Mr Ramana’s grip. They kept on in this position for a while, my knees and elbows were starting to hurt from maintaining this position.

I felt the baton finally leaving my anus, my asshole was gaping open at Constable Guna’s face. “Time to enjoy this hole…”, he said as he spat into it, the saliva hitting my lower back and ass cheeks. He pulled his thick cock out of my pussy and started to push the fat cock head into my ass. It slid in with ease, the baton had prepared it well. I clenched my fist, waiting for all thick 7 inches to enter into me. His hands gripped my hips, bracing his body against mine.

Thap…..Thap…..Thap……the sound was louder this time as he pounded my ass with more force. Mr Ramana’s cock hitting the back of my mouth with every pump. “Mmmmm……this cow feels so good….aaahhhh….”, he moaned behind me in between thrusts, my tits swinging harder now. 

Mr Ramana stopped moving, his right hand gripping the base of his cock. “Ahhhhhh….”, he moaned loudly as thick liquid started to spurt into my mouth. “hmmmm…..drink it all bitch…”, the salty cum trickling down my throat as I gagged. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, stroking it even more, the cock head aimed at my face. Thick bursts of cum started to shoot out at my eyes, nose and hair. “Ahh…fuckkkk….”,having cum twice in a row, he collapsed back on his skinny ass, smiling as he looked at his white creamy goo on my face.

I bent my body lower again, burying my face in my hands, sobbing quietly as Constable Guna continued to work on my ass. Thap.Thap.Thap.Thap…the intensity was increasing, his grip was harder. I felt his body tense as he finished deep inside my hole, “Ahh…Ahhhh”, he moaned, the cum starting to fill up my bowels. Fuck. How much cum was in him? He pulled his cock out and stood up, I felt droplets sprinkle onto my ass cheeks. Oh god , I had no control of my bowels, my asshole was stretched to its limit, I couldn’t even clench my anus shut . Thick squirts of cum started to exit my ass, spraying the floor with little farting noises. I heard Constable Guna laugh, watching the show my anus was putting for him.

“You better not cum on my floor again Anand”, I heard Mr Ramana threaten him as he picked himself up back onto his chair, his cock shrinking back into the foreskin. He looked exhausted. He nodded his head towards me. “Use whichever hole you want.”, giving Anand permission to have a go at me. My ass was still sticking out towards them, I was too tired to move. Constable Guna moved out of the way as Anand made his way behind me, holding his cock. 

Oh god…not again…please make it stop…

“Sir..please sir…enough sir…I can’t anymore.”,I pleaded into my hands, unsure if anybody heard me. 

Anand knelt down behind me, as I heard Constable Guna light up a cigarette. From between my fingers, I turned my head as he stood beside Mr Ramana’s chair. My heart dropped as I saw Mr Ramana’s hand holding his phone, his camera aimed towards Anand and me. I covered my face with my hands again. It wasn’t enough that these men had fucked me raw, now they wanted to humiliate me even more. 

“Hurry up.”, Constable Guna said, blowing out smoke.

“sir…ok Guna sir..”, He whimpered behind me. He noticed Mr Ramana’s phone but didn’t say anything. His cock was too hard to bother, he needed to release. 

I felt Anand’s left hand grab onto my left butt, spreading me open to make a choice. Constable Guna’s cum was still flowing out of my anus, the hole gaping open at Anand’s face. His cock gently pushed against my pussy lips, spreading it apart as his meat slid easily into me. I could hear a zipper pull up as Constable Guna put his clothes back on, tucking in his uniform. Mr Ramana remained naked from waist down, seated on the plastic chair, still recording us. He reached out and pulled my cum stained face up to the camera. 

Anand started push his hips into me, his cock easily sliding in and out. 

“Just cum inside her Anand”, I heard Mr Ramana say. He went back to his original position, making sure to get the all the action on his phone. Anand proceeded to push his cock inside me. Tap.Tap.Tap. I felt his hands explore the skin on my back, jiggling my ass. He avoided touching my butt hole, not wanting to get Constable Guna’s cum on his fingers. 

“”Hurry up idiot.”,Constable stared at him. “Just cum inside the whore..”

“Ah..ah..ah…ah”, I started to moan every time his cock dug into my pussy.

“Look. She’s enjoying it now.”, Mr Ramana said as I heard Constable Guna laugh behind him. Both the men were watching us intensely. Constable Guna threw the cigarette butt on the floor and stepped on it. 

“ahh…ahhh…ahhh.”, I moaned loudly as Anand shot his load into me, his face buried into my back. He laid down in that position, panting hard. I could feel his cum seeping out from my pussy around his shrinking cock. 

“Finally, the hero is finished.”, Constable Guna chuckled as Anand pulled his sticky cock out of me and stood up. Mr Ramana clicked the phone off and put it back on the table. He took my skirt and threw it at Anand,hitting his chest and dropping to the floor.

“Clean up the bitch.”

Anand slowly bent down, gently placing his hand under my armpits and helped me stand up. Constable Guna and Mr Ramana looked at my body. There were tears and cum on my face and hair, my tits were red from all the pulling and pinching. I could feel Anand’s cum exiting my sore pussy hole, running down my legs. My asshole was burning. I looked down at my feet. 

“Wait Anand.”, Constable Guna pulled out his phone, taking pictures of my face, breasts, and the cum flowing out of my pussy. He grabbed my shoulders and turned me around. “Spread your ass , slut”. I slowly put my hands on my butt and pulled the cheeks apart, showing him my abused asshole. I heard his camera clicking a few times. 

Constable kicked the skirt to Anand. “Ok. Clean her.”, he said, scrolling through the pictures on his phone. 

Anand bent down to pick up my skirt, starting with the cum on my legs, he wiped every part of me. He looked at my face, avoiding my eyes as he cleaned the cum and tears, trying to straighten my hair. I could see the guilt in his face as he cleaned me.

“Done sir.”, Anand said softly.
 
Mr Ramana was dressed now as he handed me my jacket. Anand was still holding my cum drenched skirt, unsure of what to do. 

“Get dressed Anand. We are done with the…uh…report.”, he laughed a little. I slid my jacket over my shoulders and pulled the zip up slowly, then reaching out to take my skirt from Anand. “No..no…”, I heard Mr Ramana said softly to me. “You don’t need that, ma. Sluts don’t need to cover their pussies. Especially one as special as this”. He reached down with his right hand and pinched my fat pussy lips together, squeezing the puffy sore meat.

“Oww…sir…please sir. Give me my skirt…”, I looked up at him, pleading again.

“Guna.. We know where she lives. Send her home.”, he said, looking at Constable Guna. “This little bitch isn’t going to say anything.” He smiled, his grip on my pussy lips tightening. Looking me in the eyes, he continued. “Say a word and I will send the video to your college, family, friends…everyone your know..”, he said softly, pulling my pussy lips downwards. I flinched at the sudden jolt of pain. 

Anand picked up the tray with the glasses and the leftover plate and started moving slowly towards the door, the dirty cloth back over his shoulder. 

“Owh yea….please feed the bitch, she looks like she’s going to pass out anytime.”, he released my pussy. Gopal's shop should still be open. He’s probably wondering where his son is.”

 “Yes Ramana Sir”, Constable Guna said with a smile, grabbing his baton and my crumpled top from the floor.

**End of Part 18.**

[B1ryani]

**Author's Note** - Hey everyone. I hope you have been enjoying the story so far. I'm going to take a break to write down another idea I have before continuing Divya's adventure, so follow this thread for more updates.

Please leave your likes, comments and reps. That would inspire me to write more. 

Thank you . 

[B1ryani]

Superb. Luckily these assholes did not burn her with cigarette on the private parts like some sadists. I thought that will happen. They will also have a complete footage and make her sleep with their seniors for promotion.

Thank you. I appreciate the feedback. 

Yes. Mr Ramana and Constable Guna are sadists ,taking opportunity on Divya's situation. But they were smart , only taking a video of Anand fucking her and individual pictures as to not incriminate themselves in her abuse. 

As for a more darker story, perhaps in the third arc? Stay tuned.

[B1ryani]

Great work..
Looking for more than one story from you 

Thank you so much for your feedback. I am glad you enjoyed the story. 

You can enjoy my first short story - The Doctor's Office here ; https://xossipy.com/thread-44693.html 

I will probably start writing the new one sometime next week. I am still thinking of the character names and the plot. Stay tuned.

[B1ryani]

Now those two men in train can also come here and join the fun.

Thank you for your feedback . 

I would prefer different hands on Divya's body as the story progresses. 

Stay tuned for a new story some time next week.

[B1ryani]

Gr8 story...Finished all parts till now in single binge read mode.
Just 1 suggestion-Add more elements of Humiliation,Rough Sex & BDSM

Thank you for your feedback. I'm very happy that you enjoyed my story. 

I intended to make the story a little darker moving forward, but I might keep it at humiliation, abuse and rough sex. 

I have an idea for another darker story which I intend to write soon. So stay tuned for that, and for more adventures of Divya.

[B1ryani]

It was a awesome story  ... thanks

You're welcome. Stay tuned for more of Divya soon.

[B1ryani]

Short para's for quick reading 
Short para's that convey details fully

Nice Read.....Thanks.

Thank you for the feedback. I'm glad you enjoyed the story

[B1ryani]

**Author's Note** - Hi everyone. I'm going to continue Divya's story into the 3rd arc while I work on another story. Hope you enjoy this as much as the last 2 arcs. 



**Part 19.**

I looked down at my legs, the end of the jacket barely touching my belly button. I was naked from the waist down. Constable Guna took a look at me, smiling as I cupped my pussy. He grabbed me by the arm as we made our way to the door. 

“I hope to see you again, ma.”, Mr Ramana commented as we exited towards the walkway. I kept my head down, praying that the station was empty. The wall clock showed 12.35 AM, it’s been a while since I heard any trains entering and leaving the station. Anand walked slowly in front of us, keeping the tray balanced as he slowly made his way down the stairs. Constable Guna kept his grip on my arm firm, guiding me down the stairwell. My heart was pounding loudly. 

We reached the bottom of the stairs, I immediately started looking around the dimly lit platform. Thankfully, the station was empty. I felt the breeze hit my face as I sighed in relief. 

We slowly followed Anand as he walked back to his father’s little chai walla stall at the end of the platform. I was trying my hardest to walk in the shadows, afraid that someone would see me. As we got closer, I could make out the outline of a man pacing up and down in front of the shop, a lit cigarette in his right hand. He stopped as he noticed Anand approaching the shop. 

“Where have you been?! I have been so worried”, he roared at Anand. He stopped as he noticed Constable Guna walking up behind Anand with me in tow. I tried to hide behind Constable Guna, covering my body as much as I could. 

“Gopal..”, Constable Guna said.

The man’s eyes shifted from Anand, looking at Constable Guna then at me. His eyes were locked at my hands covering my pubic area. I kept my head down. 

“Guna sir?...wait..I know this girl.”, Gopal came closer, “Didn’t I ask Anand to bring you to see Mr Ramana this evening.”, he was looking at my thighs, his face puzzled. “What happened?”

Constable Guna laughed a little. “Well, we had to do a report for her…uhh…complaint.”. He pulled me out from behind him so that I stood in front of Gopal. “We had to examine her very thoroughly.”

“What did you do to her?”, I heard Gopal’s inquiring voice, his eyes not leaving my body. 

“Get her some food Gopal…and a hot tea for me.”, Constable Guna tugged my arm, pulling me along as we made our way into the stall. A single florescent light was hanging low, lighting up the small interior. A few wooden tables and stools were spread around the space. It was obvious Gopal had closed up and was just waiting for his son to return so that they can leave. Constable Guna pulled up a stool and sat down. I stood beside him quietly. 

“Anand, bring some tea for us. And some food for her.”, Gopal said, looking at Anand as he walked quietly towards the kitchen at the back. He pulled up another stool and sat in front of Constable Guna and me, facing us. Constable Guna took his security officer hat off his head and placed it on the table. 

“Don’t look so worried Gopal.”, Constable Guna pulled his phone out of his pocket. “Let me show you.”, he sneered. 

“Sir…please don’t…”,I whimpered softly.

Gopal looked at me, then at the phone screen. 

Ah….ah….ah…ah. I could hear the sound of me moaning coming out of the phone speakers. Gopal’s eyes turned wide as he watched the video of his son fucking me. Mr Ramana’s must have forwarded the video to Constable Guna. I held my head down in shame, staring at my feet. Gopal looked at his son in the kitchen, then at me and focused his attention back on the phone.

“Keep scrolling Gopal”, 

I watched as Gopal’s thumb swiped on the screen, all his attention focused on the pictures that Constable Guna took of me. I felt like I wanted to die on the spot. He passed the phone back to Constable Guna, the picture of me spreading my ass on screen. 

“Your son, the hero, came twice Gopal. Once in her ass, once more in her pussy”, Constable Guna laughed as he continued to tell Gopal what happened in Mr Ramana’s office. Gopal could not take his eyes off me, staring at my hands. 

“Move your hands Divya…”, Constable Guna looked up at me from the stool. “Show him your pussy.”, he smiled. 

“Sir….”,I said softly.

“Come on ma, show me”, Gopal whispered, his gaze not moving from my hands. I felt Constable Guna’s right hand on my inner thighs, gently caressing the warm skin. Both the men were watching my every move.

I slowly moved my hands, showing them my sore pussy lips. Gopal’s jaw dropped at the sight of me. My pussy lips were stuck together, the little labia skin peeking through from in between. I felt Constable Guna’s index finger touch my clit, slowly rubbing it, sending little jolts of pleasure up my spine.

“This slut had five different cocks today.”, Constable Guna said, a smile spread wide across his face. His index finger and thumb playing with the folds, gently pulling and twirling the flaps. Gopal looked like he was salivating, watching Constable Guna fondle my sore, cum dried pussy. “All her holes are full of cum”, he said, embarrassing me even more. I could feel tears in the corner of my eyes. 

Anand came back towards us, holding two glasses of tea and a plate with food, placing it on the table. He didn’t dare look at me, immediately going back to the kitchen to keep himself busy. 

Constable Guna took his hand off me. “Sit down and eat.”, he said to me coldly. 

I looked down at the plate. Three idli’s swimming in sambar. Fuck. I was definitely hungry. I sat down beside Constable Guna, digging in. Keeping my attention focused on the food. 

Both the men continued to watch me. “You can have my tea ma…”, Gopal said softly, watching me devour the idli’s like a hungry wolf. “You poor thing.”

I held the glass, feeling the warmth radiating into my palms and took a sip of the hot tea, letting it wash off the taste of cum in my mouth. Constable Guna continued to tell Gopal what took place just now, with every single detail. Gopal was listening to every word, his eyes shifting between Constable Guna’s face and mine. 

Anand stood in the kitchen, watching the three of us, the dirty cloth back over his shoulders.

**End of Part 19.**

[B1ryani]

**Part 20.**

“Do you want anything else, ma?”, Gopal asked me softly, looking at the now empty plate in front of me. He took a plastic water tumbler from the table beside him and placed it in front of me, indicating for me to wash my hand. 

“No…no uncle…thank you..”, I replied him, not taking my eyes off the plate, avoiding looking at his face. 

Gopal lit up another cigarette and took a long drag from it, not taking his eyes off my face.

“Sir…”, I looked up at Constable Guna.”Sir…..”

“What?”

“Sir…I need to use the toilet….”, I asked him, my voice barely a whisper, I eyes glanced at the baton strapped on his belt. I could feel my body shudder, my asshole clenching at the memory of what just took place. 

“What do you want me to do?.”, Constable Guna looked at me. “Just go behind the shop.”, he picked up the tea and took another sip. “Be careful though, a lot of dangerous people roaming the tracks this time at night.”, he sneered at me again. 

“Sir…please.”, I pleaded. ”I really need to go…” 

Gopal looked at Constable Guna. “I’ll take her, Guna sir.”. Fuck. I didn’t trust him. He has been looking at me from the time we arrived here, probably wondering when he would get a chance at me. 

Guna grunted. “Just bring her back in one piece, Gopal.”, he said. Not taking his eyes off his glass of tea. 

“Come, ma.”, Gopal looked at me, standing up. I saw the bulge in his pants. 

I stood up slowly, my hands cupping my pussy, slowly making my way towards the exit. Gopal followed me closely behind. We stood at the platform slowly making our way towards the double story building we came from. I remembered the toilet I had gone to when I reached the station that evening, slowly making my way towards it. Gopal walked beside me, standing on my left. I felt the palm of his right-hand hold onto my right hip, gently squeezing it. 

“Did Anand hurt you, ma?.”, he asked me, his voice soft and caring.

“No…no uncle…he only did what they told him to do.”, I could feel my voice trembling. 

“I’m sorry. Did it hurt?”, his right hand slowly making its way to my right exposed butt cheek, the hand holding onto the meat, fingers digging into my lower bum, gripping it tightly.

“Yes…yes uncle…it hurts.”, I said softly. My hand gripping my pussy tightly, holding in my pee. 

We reached the small walkway leading into the toilets, relieved there was nobody around. I walked a bit faster, trying to leave Gopal behind. He released his grip on my ass as I pushed the door to the disabled toilet open, following me closely behind. Shit. Why didn’t he just wait outside. 

Locking the door behind him, he whispered into my ear “Let me help you, ma.”, the faint smell on cigarettes in his breath. I could feel his stomach poking my lower back. 

“No..uncle…no..it’s ok.”, I pleaded at him, tired of everyone taking their opportunity with me. 

He slowly pushed me towards to toilet bowl, my legs spreading as I stood above it. Gripping my waist with his left hand, I felt the palm of his right hand on my stomach slowly making its way down to my pubic area. 

“Move your hands, ma”, he whispered. 

I was so tired. I just wanted it to end. Let him do what he wants, the bulge in his pants digging into my naked butt crack. I let my hands dangle freely by my side, as his fingers slowly slid downwards towards my pussy lips. 

“Mmmmmmm.”, he moaned softly, his left hand slowly making its way south as well. Using both hands, he gripped both pussy lips with his thumb and index fingers, spreading my pussy open. “Come on...”, he whispered, holding my pussy lips apart in between his fingers, pinching the soft meat. 

I closed my eyes. I could feel the pee coming. This was so humiliating. 

A long stream of yellowish white piss started to shoot out of my little gaping pussy hole, hitting the toilet bowl with force. The sound of water hitting water echoing inside the toilet. 

“Mmmmm…..”, Gopal moaned again. His right middle finger slowly entering my pussy hole, spraying pee onto the floor and my legs. He slowly started to finger my pussy as I peed, feeling the gush of water coming out of my little pee hole. “So beautiful.”, he said softly into my ear. I could feel the gush of water slowing down as little drops of water sprayed onto my legs. 

Gopal removed his finger from my pussy, putting it into his mouth, tasting my pee. “You taste good.”, he moaned. Fuck. This guy is sick, I thought to myself. Gopal moved away from me as I flushed the toilet, washing his hands in the sink behind us. 

“Ok uncle. I’m done…we can leave now…”, I just wanted to get out of the toilet. I didn’t want to be alone with him any longer. I was facing the door, waiting to leave. 

“No ma, come here. Let me clean you.”, Gopal’s eyes shifted to my jacket, staring at my breasts. He grabbed the little bottle of hand soap and closed the toilet lid, sitting down on it. Gopal grabbed my arm, making me stand facing him, his face very close to my belly button.

“Come, lets remove this so we can clean you up.”, I could hear his breathing getting heavy. He reached out to the zipper below my neck, slowly pulling it downwards. My big breasts slowly coming into his line of sight. He unhooked the clasp, indicating for me to remove the jacket. Avoiding his eyes, I slowly removed my jacket and placed it on the sink, standing naked in front of him. 

“Wow. You look amazing, ma.”, he slowly placed his right hand under my left breast, lifting it up slowly, feeling the weight of my tits. His eyes focused on my big dark areolas. “They’re so big.”, he said softly, squeezing the flesh of my tit, making my nipple stand out even more. “Bring them closer to me…”. 

I bend down a little bit, my nipple now close to his mouth. I felt his tongue touch the tip, gently flicking the hard nub. After teasing my nipple for a little while with his tongue, he took my entire nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. 

“Hmmm…ahhh.”, I let out a soft moan before I could stop myself. He let go of my left breast, shifting his attention to the right now. I could feel his teeth touch the base on my nipple, pulling my nipple roughly as he bit down on it. “Ouuu”, I shouted. “Uncle, that hurts…. please stop…”, my hands trying to push his face away from my breasts. 

He finally unlatched his mouth from my left tit, a long trail of saliva dripping down from my nipple. I could see teeth marks around my areolas. Fuck. That hurts.

**End of Part 20.**

[B1ryani]

**Part 21.**

Gopal grabbed the bidet off the holder, holding it firmly with his left hand. “Spread your legs, ma.”, he said, his eyes not leaving my fat pussy lips. “Let’s get you cleaned. I can see cum all over your thighs.”, he tsk tsk’d to himself. 

He turned the tap, letting the water flow out the mouth. Holding the bidet near my legs, he slowly sprayed water onto my legs. I felt my body shiver as the cold water hit my skin. Slowly, he started to wash my body. 

“Put your hands behind you.”, he said, looking up at my wet breasts. Little droplets of water dripping off the tips of my nipples. I slowly moved my hands to my back, my pussy lips now sticking out towards him. With one hand, Gopal squirted some hand soap onto his palm and slowly started to rub my thighs, his hand inching closer and closer towards the middle of my legs. I looked up at the ceiling light, anything to take my mind off the hands moving around between my legs. He sprayed more water onto my thighs, washing off the soap. 

“Let’s wash your pussy now, ma.”, he whispered softly, I felt a soapy finger touch my left pussy lip. The finger slowly made its way to the opening of my slit, rubbing the tip against my clit, gently massaging the hard little nub. Ï moaned softly, the movements of the finger slowly turning me on against my wishes. “Does this feel good?”, he asked me, the finger now finding the entrance to my pussy hole again. 

I kept quiet, not wanting to admit he was indeed sending little shivers up my spine. I felt his finger slowly slide into hole, pushing its way deep into me. “Hmmm….”, he moaned softly, as his knuckle rested on my puffy pussy lips, the finger inside me twirling in circular motions, rubbing the soap deep inside my cervix. “There’s still cum in here…must be Anand’s…”, he said to himself. 

He pulled his soapy finger out. Placing the bidet head between my thighs, shooting water at my pussy. His right hand slowly massaging the fat pussy meat, spreading it open, allowing the water to massage my clit. “The insides need to be cleaned too…”

I felt the cold head of the bidet touch my pussy lips, pushing the puffy meat aside as the hard metal slowly entered the hole. 

“Uncle…no…stop….”, I looked down at his hands, fearing what he was doing to me between my legs. Lowering the volume of water spraying out of the bidet to a gentle trickle, he had his right thumb and index finger pushing my pussy lips aside wider, his left hand slowly pushing the bidet head into my pussy hole. 

“Keep your hands behind your back.”, he warned me, not taking his eyes off my pussy. He pushed the bidet in deeper, I could feel the cold metal hitting the insides of my pussy, water slowly flowing out. He pushed it in deeper until it reached the metal hose, wedging it into me. He pushed my pussy lips together, wrapping the soft meat around the hose, holding it in place, cold water slowly dripping out from between my legs. I felt tears starting to flow down my face. 

Leaving the bidet inside my pussy, he put more soap on both his hands, focusing his attention on my breasts. He grabbed my tits with his soapy hands, pressing them together, “My wife had big nipples like these after she gave birth to Anand.”, he commented, holding my hard nipples between his fingers, pulling them slightly. He slowly placed both his hands under my tits, squeezing the now soapy slippery skin, trying to grip as much tit meat as he could. He continued to play with my tits, making them jiggle in his hands, watching them bounce. I could feel the bidet head slowly starting to slip out from my pussy hole. 

Holding my left tit with his left hand, Gopal moved his right hand between my legs, holding onto the metal hose. He slowly pushed it back deep inside me. “I heard Guna sir had his baton inside your asshole, ma?”, he asked me, a sick smile on his face as he slowly started to slide the bidet in and out of my pussy hole. He increased the pressure; the water was now squirting out of my pussy with force between the gap of my pussy hole and the metal head. “I wonder if this would fit inside your ass as well?”, he said softly. The smile on his face widening, his grip on my soapy left breast harder now. 

“Uncle…please…. let me go…I’ll do anything…”, I said, barely a whisper, the pressure inside my pussy intensifying. 

He slowly pulled the bidet out of my gaping pussy hole, bringing it up to my chest. Gopal continued to wash my tits, slowly rubbing his fingers over the meat, paying more attention to my nipples. “Hmmm…. you have such big nipples ma…”, he said, his fingers tracing the outline of my dark areolas. “This would be more fun if you had milk in these.”, his thumb and index finger gripping my right nipple, pulling me forward a bit. I continued to keep my hands behind my back, afraid of what he might do if I moved them. 

“Turn around.”

I slowly turned, my ass now facing him, wondering what else this sick fuck wanted me to do. 

“Bend down and spread your ass like the photo.”, he continued, barely able to keep the lust in his voice. 

I slowly pulled my butt cheeks apart, exposing my abused asshole to him. Gopal let the bidet drop onto the floor, water still flowing out onto the surface

“Hmmm…. looks so good.”, he moaned, staring at my little puckered anus. I knew my asshole was stretched a little wider that usual after taking Constable Guna’s baton and fat cock in it. I felt Gopal’s hands on my butt cheeks, pushing it apart to give him more access as he brought his face closer to the hole. 

The tip of his tongue touched the entrance of my anus, giving it a little lick. “I can taste cum..”, he whispered. I could feel his moustache graze the trench of my butt. He continued to lick the hole, slowly trying to push his tongue deeper into me. 

“Ahh…ahhh,”, I moaned softly. The feeling of his tongue entering my ass was giving me little jolts of pleasure. 

“You like this don’t you? Guna sir said you were a little slut…”, he continued to tease the hole, flicking his tongue in and out. I held my butt cheeks apart, giving him more access. The feeling was so different that the rough abuse I had to endure just now. 

Gopal took his face out of my ass, squirting some soap onto his right hand. Oh god, he is going to finger me there. My asshole was still so sore, I don’t think it could take any more. I felt his middle finger slowly starting to dig its way into me, the soap making the entry smooth. He slowly pushed the finger in. Ohh fuck. The acid from the soap was burning my insides really bad. 

“Uncle…no…stop…please….it stings.”, I started to cry again. “My ass is too painful uncle…please don’t.”

“You could take Guna sir’s baton. I’m sure you can take this as well.”, I could hear the pleasure in his voice knowing that he was causing me pain. I felt his index finger push into the hole as well, forcing my asshole to stretch wider. He had two fingers buried deep inside me knuckle deep, using the soap to slide in and out. I let go of my butt cheeks and held onto the sink, my back arched towards Gopal, trying to ignore the stinging pain. 

“Hmmmm…I’m sure this will fit.”, I looked down to the floor, watching his left hand grab the bidet head. Oh god. He is going to put that inside me, I thought to myself as his two fingers slowly slid out of my aching anus. 

Sure enough, I felt the cold bidet head touch the entrance of my gaping asshole. The water forcing its way up my colon as Gopal slowly pushed the tip inside me. 

“Owwwwwww….”, I screamed loudly, hoping someone would hear me. Tears rolling down my face. 

The stinging feeling from the soap against my anal walls and the hard cold metal being forced into my hole was killing me. It hurt so bad. I was sobbing really hard now. Gopal ignored me, taking pleasure in hearing me scream in pain. He kept pushing the bidet head into me. I could feel the rim of my anus gripping the metal head tightly, not allowing the water to flow out, basically giving me an enema. The water was slowly filling up my insides, the pressure bursting deep inside me. 

“Try and hold it.”, he said slyly. Pushing the entire bidet head deeper into my anus, the metal hose now sticking out of my asshole like a tail. The soap was already washed off by the water. 

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. 

“Help me!!!.”, I shouted in between sobs, hoping someone would burst in and stop this madness. “Please…help me…”. I felt Gopal’s hands freeze. He slowly turned off the tap, leaving the metal bidet inside my anus. I could feel the water inside pushing against the bidet head, waiting to come out. 

“Appa?...”, a soft voice came from the other end of the door. 

Fuck. It was Anand. My heart dropped. I continued to sob, crying silently cursing my luck. 

“What do you want Anand?”, Gopal shouted at the door. 

“Guna sir asked me to check on you and Divya.”, he said. His voice could be barely heard. Gopal stood up from the toilet seat, angrily making his way to the door. No. He was going to open it for Anand. I didn’t want Anand to see me like this. Please. 

Gopal unlocked the door as Anand stumbled in. What greeted him was the view of me with my back arched over the sink, the metal hose sticking out of my asshole. My face was buried in my shoulder, crying from the pain and humiliation. Anand looked at his father’s wet clothes, then at me, his eyes focused on the hose sticking out from between my butt cheeks. 

“What do you want?”, Gopal asked his son, clearly irritated. Staring at him. 

“Constable Guna sir…. he…he asked for you…and her.”, he pointed at me. Trying to ignore my painful sobbing.

“Ooo…right.”, the sudden realization that I was somewhat Constable Guna’s ‘toy’ suddenly hit him. “Ok…ok…. tell him I’m coming.”, he said, focusing his attention back at me. I could sense the fear in his voice, he was clearly afraid of Constable Guna as well. 

**End of Part 21.**

[B1ryani]

You are a tamilian? Is this inspired from Delhi bang case and you want to try everythig happened to that girl.

No. I read that case. I'm not that sick. The story maintains basic insertion and forced sex. Nothing more. No difference from any other BDSM or rough sex stories on Xossip. Please don't assume.

[B1ryani]

Hope you bring in Guard, station master, electrician, Trackman also in picture. Neat portrayal.
Still not clear why she is not trying to escape.

The first arc she was stuck and forced inside the train. The second arc , she could have run but realized she had given all her personal information to influencial men of authority. For the third arc , she feels compelled to follow as the men have her nude videos and pictures.

[B1ryani]

what a fucking hot erotic story...
what started as a train humiliation, the 2nd arc extended beyond expectations..
loved each and every episode of your ...
and now moving storng and more focused on more pain n humiliation with erotic content ...

fucking hot story and updates...
as a extension, the story can still be continued after gopal's (s)expedition... like constable guna taking her to her house in his vehicle .. with driver and guna playing with her on the way to room

then exposing her to the apartment security fellow and enjoying her and goes on

Thank you. Hope you are enjoying the story so far. I might end Divya's story after this as it seems some readers are a bit sensitive to the abuse.

[B1ryani]

**Author's Note** - Thank you for your supporting comments. I have taken everything into consideration and I think perhaps Xossip isn't the right platform for this story. I will finish Divya's adventures perhaps later next week and end it. 

In the meantime, I will be toning down on the rough sex and abuse in all follow up stories that I will write moving forward.

Here is the link for my latest thread :- 

Dadi's Little Slut - https://xossipy.com/thread-44985.html

My apologies in advance to my readers who have enjoyed The Train Ride thus far. 

[B1ryani]

I'm sorry but I did not mean to be rude but even though I do like non con ,there are certain limits I wouldn't cross . 

You can continue if you wish as there are other people who are fans of it.. anyway I sent you a email, respond to it any direction.

No offence taken. I have replied to your message via PM. Thank you.

[B1ryani]

Should I continue Divya's adventures ?

[B1ryani]

Most definitely. Add a non-consensual tag at the top. If the admins have an issue they will be informed.

It has a right to exist as a story. Whether you decide to continue it or not is entirely upto you.

I personally hope you do.

Thanks man. I'm still like 50/50 on this. I want to pen down my dark fantasies but I fear maybe some are not so into it and might lead to a ban. 

Do check out my current ongoing story and tell me what you think. It's a bit toned down.