[B1ryani]

**Author's Note** - Hey everyone. This story depicts the adventures of Divya, a 19 year old year nursing student in India. The story includes heavy fondling and groping , exhibition , humiliation , old/young , group sex , insertion , anal and double penetration. This story is strictly fantasy and does not relate to anybody dead or alive . 

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Enjoy the story .  

**Part 1.**



Hi everyone, my name is Divya. I recently just turned 19 a couple of months back. I’m studying to be a nurse in Delhi at a well-known university, I come from the outskirts so I rent a small condo with another college mate. I would call myself relatively beautiful with a typical Tamil girl facial look, slightly dark skin and long hair. I have a relatively small frame, around 5”1, but blessed with 36DD boobs (the big bust genes run in my family) with big dark nipples, a slightly chubby waist and ass. I keep my dark plump pussy shaved for hygiene reasons  

It’s been a year since I started my studies, I usually head over to uni in the morning and stay back till the evening for any extracurricular activities. I try my best to leave before the office crowd leaves and the trains get packed with the working crowd. On this particular day I had to stay back a little late for an assignment discussion, I love wearing clothes that are a little revealing to get the attention from the uni boys. I had on an over knee length black skirt, I sleeveless white top with a thin jacket over it. The sleeveless white top had a pretty low cut revealing quite a bit of my chest meat. I had my jacket zipped up the whole day and had it unzipped during the discussion as it was hot outside. 

It was already 6.30 PM when I left uni. I was cursing myself as I rushed to the train station. The trains are going to be packed. Unfortunately, the train ride back to the apartment was about 40 minutes long with all the stops in between included. I finally got to the train station, sweating hard. I could feel little beads of water running down between my breasts, the white top was a little wet along my neckline and my back was drenched. 

Groping and fondling of women are common in India’s public transport, and having experienced this personally, hence I really did appreciate the fact that there are women only coaches on the train, I wasn’t in the mood for it today. I could feel the eyes of men checking out my legs as I waited on the platform. I quickly tied my hair into a ponytail and got ready for the train.

The sun had started to set slowly as the train arrived, I looked on to find the women only coach but the as the train started to stop, people started to exit. I saw the crowd pushing and pulling, men and women alike trying to board as fast as they can to secure a seat, with me being stuck in the middle. I could feel hands brushing against my butt, trying to cop a feel as we sardined onto the train. 

Seeing as I could barely move, much less turning around to see whose hand was trying to take advantage of the situation. Rolling my eyes, I just flowed with the crowd onto the train. 

As we entered the carriage, all the seats were taken. Men, women and children we scattered all over the seats. I slowly got pushed between the seats towards the back of the train. The stench of sweat was overwhelming. As the crowd started to pile on, I got placed standing between the last row of seats. 

On my left there was an old man sitting quietly in his seat, I looked down at him and saw that he was from a lower caste, wearing a very old grey formal top and a discoloured white lungi. A young boy, looking about 15ish sat beside him looking out the window. I saw the old man catch glances at my exposed legs and but his eyes quickly shifted away. On my right was a very old lady, looking about 80, wearing an old saree, was seated beside her friend who looked about the same age, they were chatting with each other quietly. 

I turned around to catch a glance and see who was standing behind me. A dark man looked back at me, he was about 6 ft tall, really big sized, heavily balding with a thick moustache, looked to be in his early 50’s. He had one arm gripping the railing for support. He was wearing beige shirt and black slacks. His shirt looked like it was struggling to hold his big stomach in. I could feel my back touching the tip of his stomach as the crowd piled in. In front of me was a middle aged huge sized lady with heavy make up and a lot of costumed jewellery. The smell of Vicks coming off her was suffocating me. 

I mentally prepared myself for the long trip home. 
I put my right hand up and got a grip of the railing to balance myself, heavily doubting I will be getting a seat anytime throughout the ride. 

The train suddenly jerked as it started to move, it took me by surprise and my gripped loosened. I slipped and feel backwards. I felt my back squish into the big tummy behind me, 2 big arms gripped my armpit to hold me up again. The man big man behind me pulled me back up from behind, I could feel his grip squeezing my arms close to my armpits. Lowkey I was really glad I didn’t remove my jacket, but I bet he could feel my flesh over my thin jacket. I got back into position sheepishly, a little embarrassed I hadn’t properly secured myself. I could feel a few people looking at me, including the old man and the ladies who were seated down beside me.

I glanced back and told the man thank you. He slowly let my arms go and smiled back at me. I watched his big face turn into a wide smile exposing his yellowish teeth. “No problem ma”, he replied. I could smell his cigarette breath blow into my face. I tried to keep a straight face to not offend him and smiled back at him. My back was still rubbing slightly against his stomach as the train slowly chugged along. 

**End of part 1.**

[B1ryani]

**Part 2.**

5 minutes into the train ride, I let out a yawn. It had been a really tiring day today. My mind was already wondering into the assignments we were given.

I was deep in thought, staring into space when I felt a finger slowly graze just above my ankle. I looked down. I saw the old man looking out the window, his right hand was swinging loosely by his side. Thinking nothing much of it, I continued to mentally drift off.

As the train chugged along slowly, I could feel the old mans knuckles and fingers continuously hitting my left leg. I shifted my gaze to him, getting slightly annoyed. I had no idea if he was doing it intentionally or accidentally. I did not want to cause a scene and embarrass him in front of everyone. The old man kept looking out the window. The boy sitting beside had drifted off to sleep. I shifted my left leg slightly. The old man realised this and quickly moved his hand back to his lap. He looked up at me and smiled slightly, looking at me apologetically.

Ok. Perhaps it was accidental. I just smiled slightly at him and looked back up. The smell of Vicks from this huge lady in front of me was killing my nostrils. I was really starting to get annoyed. It was already so hot and stuffy in here. To make matters worse, I could feel the big tummy pushing into my back behind me. I could the man’s face very close to my ponytail, I felt the hair slightly brushing against him as the train swayed. I felt like meat between to big burger buns. The thought made me smile to myself.

The train suddenly jerked hard again as it started to slow down at the next station. I saw passengers move forward from the force holding the seat in front of them for support. I too had leaned forward to balance myself. I felt the big tummy do the same as it dug into my back, this time I also felt a big hand against the skirt on my bum, the thick arm resting against my butt cheek.

A skinny hand had gripped my left calf. I could feel the thin fingers wrapped around my sweaty skin. I looked down at the old man. He had his left hand pushed against the seat in front of him and his right hand was gripping my leg. I looked down at him in annoyance again. This time I knew it was intentional.

“Sorry ma.”. He looked up at me and said softly, his teeth were yellow and black, as he slowly removed his hand from my leg. I felt his hand gently squeeze my calf as he slowly let go. The big arm was still resting on my ass. I stopped feeling the big tummy and I wondered if someone else had stepped in between me and the big man. I slowly tilted my head to the right and tried to side eye the person behind me.

It was still the big man but he had shifted his position slightly now. He had moved his body to the left a little. His tummy was hitting the back of the old man’s seat, his left hand was holding the seat for balance but his right hand was swinging loosely by his side, casually hitting my butt cheeks over the skirt.

The train grinded to a halt and passengers started to depart. I was hoping for someone close to me to get off so I could sit down. In my mind, I was cursing myself for not patiently waiting for a lady only carriage or train. Even the fat Vicks lady stayed on. Unfortunately, more people actually managed to get into this carriage

Sigh. Curse my bad luck.

The train moved again suddenly. As I leaned backward, this time I felt the palm of the big man’s hand on my right butt cheek. He literally had the entire bun in the palm of his hand. I felt his fingers graze my panties over my skirt. More people meant I could barely move now and the big man knew that. It was difficult for me to even move around slightly and look him in the face. I was getting a bit flustered at my situation. He gently gave my bum a squeeze, first the right, then the hand grazed over to the left to receive the same treatment. The hand eventually went back to my right butt cheek and it was resting there. Gently pinching and squeezing it over the skirt as the train moved about. With every wobble and bounce from the train, he gave my right butt a squeeze.

The nerve of this guy. I thought to myself.

**End of part 2.**

[B1ryani]

**Part 3.**

Honestly I could barely move around or wiggle free. Every time I moved forward or backwards ,the hand would give my butt a tight squeeze. It was starting to get frustrating.   I could feel the big man's heavy breathing down my neck. I could get the faint smell of cigarettes from him as his face came closer to my neck. I decided to try and stop moving. The hand too stopped it's squeezing and was just resting on my bum. 

I felt the old man's skinny fingers on my left leg again. His fingers were gently grazing against my sweaty skin just above my calf. 

I moved my eyes down to look at the old man expecting him to avoid my gaze. This time he was actually looking up at me ,his eyes were locked onto my tits. The sweat was making my white shirt a little wet in the front as well and there were beads of sweat on my breasts. I wanted to zip up my jacket but I couldn't move . I had my left hand holding the back of the seat in front of the old man while my right hand was holding the railing above. The Vicks lady's big bum was pushing against my front making it difficult for me to move my hands. The old man shifted his eyes from my breasts and was looking at me straight in the eyes with a casual smile on his face. 

His fingers were slowly moving against my skin in a up and down motion,every time it went up it went a little higher . 

His hand was already above my knee just below my skirt. I could feel his index finger and thumb gently pinching my lower thighs as he crept higher. 

From the back,the big man started to squeeze my ass again. He had 3 fingers just below my butt cheeks over my skirt and was gently jiggling the fatty meat up and down to his amusement.

From being mad ,now I was starting to get a bit fearful. Both of these men were slowly starting to get very daring with their fondling. 

The big man suddenly took his hand off my ass. 

I sighed in relief. Thinking maybe he was done and was moving away to the exit before the next stop. 

The old man in the meantime was a problem.

His right hand had slowly crept up under my skirt,slowly caressing my thigh from the back. 

The old man and me were still looking at each other. He could tell that I was very very uncomfortable with where his hand was but he seemed to be taking pleasure at my discomfort. 

His hand had now reached my left bum,just below the fatty meat. 

Just 2 minutes ago the big man had his hands on them, but from outside my skirt . I don't think these 2 men knew they were both groping me at the same time. I could feel myself taking heavy breaths now as I had no idea how to deal with this old man. I could feel his index finger starting to poke the fat on my bum. I moved my eyes away from him and looked away. He had a big smile on his face which I found sickening,I was silently praying he doesn't go any further. 

His index finger was slowly tracing the fat from the bottom of my ass ,the sweat making his movements smooth over my wet skin. First the left cheek,then the right. And back again,gently pinching the fat with his thumb and index finger.

**End of part 3.**

[B1ryani]

**Part 4.**

The old man continued at this pace for awhile. He seemed to be enjoying the feeling of my bottoms. I could feel his index finger gently tracing the outline of my panties.

Oh god. Please let it end here. 

It got worse. I felt the big hand again. The big man was back. He had his right hand positioned on my lower back just below my top. 

I was starting to sweat profusely by this time,mostly out of fear than heat. 

Within seconds I felt the hand enter my shirt from behind. He had the palm of his hand resting on my lower back, sending chills up my spine. He was caressing my back slowly making his way to my hips. He had gone back to his original position again,I could feel his stomach digging into me as his right hand came upon my stomach. The middle finger was gently running circles around my belly button under my shirt. the faint smell of cigarettes was seeping back into my nostrils again as the big man pushed himself onto me... 

I was desperately looking around for help,hoping somebody would notice these two men and stop them.The 2 old ladies on the other side had dosed off and the sun was setting at an alarming pace. The carriage was getting darker by the minute and the useless dim lights were not helping at all. 

The old man was casually sliding the palm on his hand into my panties,my bare left butt cheek was in his grip now.  I did a quick glance at him, I noticed his eyes had shifted to my belly. Fuck. It would have been damn obvious to him that there was a random hand inside my shirt . He was watching the big man's hand play with my belly button. The Vicks lady's big ass was blocking this view to everyone else except him. He was smiling widely looking at my belly then directly at me, seemingly happy with the fact that there was another person taking advantage of my situation. 

I think this pushed him to go further a little more. He kept digging deeper into my ass, I could feel him struggling as my panties was tight. I could feel 3 fingers slowly start to dig into my ass crack. 

The situation seemed to be getting worse. My brain was telling me to scream but nothing was coming out of my mouth from the shock. I tried to clench my ass but his fingers were already going deeper into the sweaty trench. 

I could big man's thumb just below my bra. He kept pushing his thumb upwards trying to feel the weight of my heavy breasts. I don't think he knew what the old man was doing under my skirt. 

" You skin feels nice", he whispered into my ears in Tamil. His voice soft yet menacing,it felt like he was daring me to shout. I could feel tears starting to swell up from the corners of my eyes...

Down below, the old man's hand had reached the depth of my butt crack. I felt a skinny finger placed on the entrance of my asshole. 

Oh god. Please make this stop. 

The old man was watching the hand under my shirt trying to move up to my breasts with a lot of enthusiasm. His left hand was on top of his lungi,it looked like he was slowly trying to stroke his cock over the material. 

His middle finger was teasing the entrance of my asshole now. I was clenching as much as I could but he seemed to be well prepared for the challenge. I could feel his unkept finger nail digging into the outer rim of my anus causing me some pain. 

Slowly he started to dig,using my sweat on his finger as lubricant. I never clenched so hard in my life but it didn't help at all. I could feel the tip of of the finger enter my anal cavity. 

I grimaced in pain. Biting into my own teeth from the discomfort he was causing me. 

The finger went in a little deeper, I could feel his bony top knuckle on the finger enter my asshole. I know he wants to push deeper in but stopped due to limited movements he had with my tight panties. His finger slowly started to move in slight twirly motions trying to expand the width of the entrance. 

The train suddenly jerked real hard again as it started to reduce its speed. Everybody was pushed forward a little bit.

The motion of me moving forward released my ass from his finger. He quickly removed his hand from my ass and put it on his lap again as if nothing had happened. Still smiling. 

The big man took this opportunity to place his entire hand over my right tit as we both leaned forward. He squeezed hard as his body weight shifted into mine. I felt a wider radius of his tummy fat dig into my back. 

"Oowww",I shouted out loud at the sudden pain that shot out from my right tit. It didn't matter ,the sound from the carriage and the rails drowned out my voice. He took his hand out of my shirt as people started to shift around to disembark from the train. 

I wanted to as well. I had had enough. I was going to file a report at the train station with the security officer officers there. I mentally prepared myself for escape as the train began to slow down to a complete stop...

**End of part 4.**

[B1ryani]

Hot update. Thought she will start liking it after some time.

Nahhh. I don't want this to be like every other story where the girl gets groped a little bit and she immediately gets turned on. That basically never happens in real life.i want my protagonist to be in a fearful situation that she does not have any control over with realistic thoughts and feelings.

[B1ryani]

**Part 5.**

The lights slowly flickered off as the train came to a complete stop. I looked out the window and saw fields instead of the station, the sun setting low on the horizon. 

What the fuck. I thought to myself. There were loud whispers coming from around the carriage as people were looking out the window to see what had happened. From the whispers I could make out that the train had temporarily broken down. My bad luck just got even worse. The heat from the compartment was starting to get even worse, the smell of sweat and Vicks was intoxicating, I could feel myself taking heavy breaths. My right tit was still stinging a little from the hard grip of the big man. Little beads of light would enter the compartment from the distant buildings and cars from a nearby road. People were starting to talk loudly now, complaining about the train service. In the dark, I could make out a baby crying loud from the front of the train. 

“Looks like I get to enjoy you a little while longer”, the big man had his face placed on my left shoulder as he whispered excitedly into my ears. I felt his right-hand creep back under my shirt from the front. This time, he didn’t waste any time feeling my stomach, the hand went straight up onto my bra over the left tit, grabbing the meat from the bottom and giving it a squeeze, then rotating to the right. I looked down onto my chest and with the little bit of light, I could barely make out his big hand holding and pressing my tits.   

“You have such big tits for a small girl”, he whispered again. I felt his mouth nibble on my earlobe, then slowly making his was down my neckline. kissing and biting the skin. His breath was even worse when it was closer to my face. 

The old man was looking intensely at the both of us. I watched his gaze aimed directly at my big tits that were being fondled. He could make out the big man’s hand inside my shirt. His left hand was slowly stroking the cock outline on his lungi. I looked over to his side and noticed that the boy sitting beside his window had gone back to sleep. 

I felt his hand slowly enter my skirt again. Sigh. My asshole was hurting a little from the dry finger digging into it, the sweat didn’t help at all. I clenched the hole shut as tightly as I could, hardening my ass to make it difficult for him to have any access to my rear hole. His right hand was on my left butt cheek over my panties again. He tried squeezing again and felt my buttocks harden. He actually grinned at me; I felt the palm slowly gliding back to my inner left thigh. His thumb was on my lower left butt cheek inside my panties again, his index finger was resting over my panty on my pussy lip. 

A light gasp escaped my mouth. The big man heard it. 

“Are you enjoying this?”, the big man whispered into my ear. I’m not going to lie, the hands on my body were slowly turning me on. I knew my panty was getting wet from the sweat and my pussy juice. The old mans index finger was slowly rubbing against my wet panty, feeling the fat and heat radiating from my pussy lips.  

My nipples were getting very hard, fully erected it’s slightly more 1 centimetre long and thick, making it very obvious over the bra. My areolas are also pretty big, about 6 centimetres in diameter, and close to black in colour, a very dark contrast to my already slightly dark skin. It was difficult finding bras and swimming suits that can cover my entire breasts without giving people a nip slip. On this day, I had on a strapless bra that was pretty low cut, I wore it to match the top as I wanted to expose a little bit of cleavage to go with my outfit. 

I could feel the big man’s thumb and index finger grip my right nipple over the bra.

“Are you turned on?”, he whispered into my ear. “You’re quite a little slut, aren’t you?”, he continued to talk in Tamil. I could feel his tummy digging deeper into my back. “How many boys have played with your tits?”, he continued to ask and tease me. I remained silent. His hand was now under my bra, his finger trying to grip the underline metal of my bra, the entire weight of my tits was resting on his arms as he fiddled with my bra.

The old man now had my pussy lips pinched between his middle and index finger, pushing them together, I could feel my panties getting wetter by the second. I already unclenched my butt as the hands were doing a good job turning me on in this ungodly place. At this point I was so afraid someone would notice as people eyes started to get adjusted in the darkness. I could hear the Vicks lady talking loudly in front of me to someone seated down. 

I felt his bony thumb grip my panty line and push it aside. Fuck. My fat left pussy lip was exposed to him now. It was pushed aside just enough for my inner lips to fall out as well. Shit. The flappy skin from my labia is pretty thick and long, following the entire length of my pussy lips with my clit hiding snugly between them. The old man was pinching my left pussy lip with his thumb and index finger, feeling the puffy fat between his fingers. The sweat and cum making his fingers move easily along the clean-shaven meat.

The big man had moved his hand to my back now. I felt him struggle with the clasps on my bra. Damnit. It was just going to fall off if he managed to unhook it. People would definitely be able to see my big black areolas against the wet white shirt, even more obvious with my hard nipples standing at attention. 

“Please don’t naa”, I whispered to him. Pleading. 

“You finally speak”, he sneered back at me softly. “Your nipples seem to be suffocating in there. Let them breathe a bit”. He pulled the bra hard, I felt the hooks behind me come loose.

**End of part 5.**

[B1ryani]

**Part 6.**

The straps came apart. The big man pulled the bra out from under my shirt and let it fall to the floor. My heavy tits were now dangling freely under my top. I tried to move my left hand to zip up my jacket at least but the Vicks lady’s big fat ass was blocking any movements from my hands. 

I was starting to get very fearful of the situation now. The big man started to bite into my left shoulder and suck on the skin, giving me painful love bites. The old man kept watching with a huge smile on his face, now stroking his cock a little harder in the darkness. He watched as the bra fell onto the floor of the dirty train. The situation was working perfectly to his advantage. The big man’s right hand went back under my top. I felt his middle and index finger slide under my sweaty right tit. He slowly had the entire weight of my tit resting on the palm of his hand, his index finger slightly brushing against my erect nipple. 

“They’re so soft”, he whispered into my ear. “How big are they? What’s your size?”, he continued to ask me softly as his big tummy kept brushing onto my back. His thumb and middle finger had my right nipple gripped firmly and he was pulling the rubbery nub, gently twirling the nipple between his fingers. I remained quiet. His fingers were working me well, I was really turned on at this point, with the fear coming from these 2 men still playing on the back of my mind. His index finger was slowly doing circles around my areolas now, feeling every bump and wrinkle trying to make out how big it was.

The old man shifted his attention away from my pussy lip and was now exploring my labia skin, using his index finger, he started to flick the thick flaps, making them sway. My pussy was flooded with my juice and the old man knew I was starting to enjoy the attention my body was getting. I felt his thumb and finger grip my labia and he pulled it downwards roughly. 

“Owww”, I whimpered a little loud from the sudden jolt of pain. The old man still had my labia skin between his fingers, tugging and pulling it downwards. I could feel it stretching to its limit. It was starting to get painful. 

“What happened?”, the big man moved back a little bit. He knew he was very gently fondling my tits. He wasn’t causing me any pain. Why did I have to shout? He looked down and saw the old man looking back at us smiling widely. The big man saw the old man’s hand in an awkward position positioned under my skirt and he put two and two together. 

“You little slut”, he laughed into my ear. “All this while the old man was touching you as well?”

I bit my lower lip. 

The big man removed his hand from my tits and put it under my skirt. I could feel both hands collide between my thighs. The old man was still playing with my pussy flaps under my skirt when the big man’s hand touched his. I saw the old man shift his eyes away from my tits and looked at the big man. They both seemed to acknowledge what each other were doing. 

“You’re such a whore aren’t you”, he smiled as he whispered into my ear again. “Don’t make it difficult for him. He’s so old. He probably hasn’t played with a fresh young pussy in a long time. Let him have some fun”, he said with a slight laugh

“Naa, please don’t naa.”, I pleaded. Now fearful of what he might do. The old man now had his index finger gliding in between my pussy lips. I could feel the tip of his finger gently rubbing against my clit. I gasped slowly. 

“You’re really enjoying his touch aren’t you.”, he replied me. “Let me help him a little bit”

Before I could respond, the big man grabbed the top of my panties and pulled down hard. The old man felt the sudden pull of the panty and moved his hand away. His eyes had now shifted to my skirt in front. He finally understood what the big man was going. Seeing as the big man was standing, he could not bend down to pull my panty down, also his big stomach made it impossible for him to move around much. The old man gripped my panties from the middle and pulled it down to my ankles. 

Fuck. I thought to myself. The big man placed one huge foot over the wet panty, holding it down between my feet.  

“Which hole was he playing with?”, he continued to whisper into my ear. I could feel his right hand now under my skirt, his middle finger slid between my wet pussy lips. Using my cum, he started to push against the entrance of my anus. 

“This hole?”, I felt the finger enter my ass. My body jerked up. 

“No..”, I whimpered, “Please don’t naa, it hurts”
 
 “It’s so tight”, he pushed his finger in a little deeper. My pussy juice didn’t help, I could still feel the dryness as my anal walls gripping his finger tight. He kept pushing the finger in deeper up to his knuckle. It was hurting really bad. He started to pull the finger out and push it back in with dry force. 

I was starting to cry. “Naa, please stop. You’re hurting me”, I pleaded, tears started running down my face. I felt him bite my neck really hard and suck on the skin as his middle finger started to increase its pace. Every time his finger reached the knuckle, he would rotate his fingers deep inside the cavity. Unknowingly, I had started to arch my back, sticking my ass out a little bit to ease the pain, my face was very close to the Vicks lady’s back, my tits jiggling under my shirt as he forcefully finger banged my little hole. 

I felt the old man’s thumb and index finger squeeze my pussy lips together, pinching the meat together tightly. The old man had his left hand under the lungi, stroking his cock. His right hand was back fiddling with my pussy again. He knew the big man had his finger up my ass, my pussy was his for the taking. He began to slide his index finger between my pussy lips again, the tip rubbing against my clit. He was rubbing against it, pushing the hard nub around. 

“Ahhhhh fuckk”, I moaned softly.

“He seems to be having fun”, the big man laughed quietly into my ear. He was watching the old man stroke his cock over the lungi as I felt the finger push deep into my asshole again.

The old man’s finger was slowly making its way into the opening of my pussy. Cum was literally flowing down my legs at this point. I hated myself for enjoying this, the pain in my anus was starting to subside as the big man’s finger kept increasing its pace. I could feel the old man’s finger at the entrance of my wet creamy pussy hole. He slowly pushed the finger in. I watched him increase the pace of his stroking, he looked like he was about to cum anytime in his seat. 

“You seem to be enjoying this as much as us. What a slut.”, the big man whispered into my ears. 

I kept quiet. My eyes were closed at this point. I felt the old man’s finger slowly enter the hole. 

The big man took his left hand off the ceiling railing and placed it on my tummy. In one quick action he pulled my top up over my breasts. My tits were now fully exposed in the train.

“No naa! no! no! stoppp! Pull it down naa. Pleaseee. I’m begging you”, I was so scared at this point. My tits were swinging around as my body moved with both my holes being fingered. My big areolas were now jiggling in front of the old man, both my nipples hard at attention. The big man’s left hand grabbed my left tit and he started to pull my nipple. I winced in pain as my nipple was being stretched. He started to take turns fiddling with both nipples, grabbing each tit one by one and kneading them, pinching and pulling each nipple. 

“Naa, please stop. What if people see?”, I continued to plead. Full on crying at this point. The only thing stopping people from looking at me was the Vicks lady in front me. I could hear voices talking and laughing all around me. I had no idea how many people knew what was happening to me or if anybody was watching. The big man ignored my pleas and continued fondling my big hanging tits. 

The old man looked like he was about to cum. His eyes were slightly rolled back but his gaze never shifted from my tits, he had two fingers deep inside my pussy now pumping as hard as he could. I could feel the old man’s fingers hitting the big man’s finger in my ass between the walls of my pussy and anus. 

“I want to tear your asshole apart, you little bitch. I know you like this. I’m going to stick my fist up this little hole”, he whispered into my ear. I could hear the threat in his voice. I’m sure he would fuck me right here in the train if his big tummy wasn’t in the way. What a bastard. 

I was crying really hard now. I was so scared. The sound was being drowned out by the noise within the carriage. No one was paying any attention to me thankfully, but deep down I wished someone would notice and come save me but I was too perfectly hidden. The two old ladies seated on my other side were in deep sleep amidst the noisy environment.

**End of part 6.**

[B1ryani]

**Part 7.**

The old man continued to finger my pussy hard. Both fingers deep inside my pussy, he tried to spread his fingers apart as wide as he could, stretching my pussy hole wide. His old bony fingers were dripping with my cum. 

“This old man really wants to fuck you. Look at him, the poor man has to play with his own cock. You should help him.”, The big man whispered into my ears. 

“No naa. Please”, my voice was whimpering in between sobs. Tears were flowing freely down my cheeks. 

The big man took his left hand off my tits and grabbed my head using my ponytail. With so much force, he roughly pushed my head down onto the old man’s lap. My face just barely missed the Vicks lady’s fat ass and I fell face first onto the old man’s thighs. My body was arched in a more than 90-degree position. I was standing up with my ass sticking out now under the big man’s belly, which was resting now on top of my lower back. I could feel the big man’s erection now on my left butt cheek. His middle finger was still deep inside my butthole. My tits were dangling now freely under the weight of gravity, looking like fat cow udders, my hard nipples facing straight down. The big man held me down like this using his left hand.

This took the old man by surprise. His fingers immediately exited my pussy as he tried to catch me from falling. The old man looked up at the big man, I was watching from the sides of my eye as the big man made an O on his mouth, then smiled widely at the old man. 

These men were treating me like a cheap slut.   

The old man looked me dead in the eye, taking in the view of my tear-stained face. There were tears still streaming down my cheeks. He smiled a little at me. My right cheek was resting on the hard rod under his lungi. The lungi smelled horrible. Amidst all the emotion that I was feeling, I wondered when was the last time he washed his clothes. I looked up at the boy, he was still in deep sleep. He had cheap knock off headphones plugged into his ears.

With his right hand, the old man kept my face planted down on his lap. With his other hand, he slowly pulled his lungi apart and his cock sprang out hitting me on the nose. 

Oh my god. The smell. 

It looked horrible as well. The cock was about 5 inches long, thin with a bulging mushroom head. I could make out a lot of thick layers of foreskin covering the tip. He old man gripped the foreskin and pulled it down revealing the blackish purple head. I saw little yellow crumbs on the tip. When did he last wash his cock? The smell was making me gag really bad. I started to cry again. 

The old man smiled at me, I could see empty gaps in between the yellow and black teeth as he grinned at me. He held my head down with this right hand and held his cock out in front of me with the left. I clenched my mouth shut as hard as I could, biting my teeth. I could feel the dirty cock head touching my lips. The smell of old piss was filling up my nose. I wanted to vomit. He kept pushing the cock head into my mouth and it already made it through my lips, knocking on my teeth. It tasted fucking disgusting. 

The old man said something to me in his native tongue. I could not understand what he was trying to say. He kept repeating it. He got tired of repeating himself and pulled my hair hard. 

“Ahhhh fuck”, I shouted. 

The cock entered my mouth. Oh fuck. I could feel my vomit starting to come up from my stomach. The old man held my head down, burying my face into his thick pubic hair. He said something again, and kept pushing my head down onto his smelly cock, insinuating he wanted me to suck. I could feel the cock getting harder inside my mouth, the cock head was hitting the top of my mouth. 

My eyes were red at this point. I could feel water coming out of my nose and tears from my eyes as I gagged. I slowly started to suck. I could taste the nasty yellow crumbs on the tip of his cock. The old man kept holding my head down this time with his left hand. He moved his right hand onto my dangling tits and started to pinch and play with the nipples, pulling them downwards even more like he was milking a cow. He was strong for an old man. I closed my eyes and continued to suck, my tongue cleaning the tip of his dirty pee hole. 

From the back, the big man had taken his left hand off from my back. He pulled my skirt up above my back and with both thumbs, pushed them into my asshole and pulled the hole apart wide. My eyes shot open. Fuckk. That hurts like hell, I grimaced in pain. The old man knew something was happening at the back but he didn’t care. I stopped sucking. The old man’s hand was still pushing my head down to the base of his cock. I couldn’t even shout, his pubes were literally inside my nostrils. I could do nothing but cry. My nipples were getting really sore from the pinching and pulling. 

The big man took his left thumb out of my asshole. I could feel his arm hitting my ass cheeks as he fiddled with something. 

I think I knew what was happening. Oh god. No. Please. 

The big mans left hand gripped my left ass cheek hard and pushed the meat aside. I doubt he could look at my asshole as his tummy would definitely be blocking the view.  

Oh fuck. 

The big man was gripping his cock with his right hand, trying to guide it to my asshole. I could feel a fat head poking the entrance. I’ve never been fucked in the ass before. He kept pushing the head into the hole. The pain was excruciating. 

“Mmmmphhhhhmmmmhhhhmmpphhhhhhhhh”, I was trying to move my face away from the old man’s cock. He took his right hand off my tits and used both hands to hold my head down. I felt a fat knob enter my asshole. My poor sore anus would not be able to take this big man’s cock. He pushed in a little bit more, his precum trying to lubricate the hole but barely. I felt another inch of cock enter my ass. 

With my free hands, I tried to push the big man away from my back. He caught both wrists and held them down. With my 90-degree angle, the big man had both his hands holding me by the wrists pushing down onto my back. My asshole was basically an offering to him at this point. His heavy stomach was resting on my lower back. He kept on pushing, I could feel the inches starting to fill up the walls of my anus. He finally stopped. His cock wasn’t so long but the problem was it was so fat. The girth was stretching my asshole apart. 

“Mmmphhhhh”, I continued to try and shout with the smelly cock inside my mouth. The old man looked me dead in the eyes and with a serious face said something unknown to me. He looked threatening. At this point I was starting to run out of tears but I was sobbing. I continued to suck. He has to let me go once he cums, I prayed

My ass was slowly starting to accommodate the fat cock, but it was still burning. The big man started to move his hips lightly. I felt the fat cock inching its way out then back in. I could tell the big man was struggling a little as well because of his weight. The fat cock head was stretching my anal walls as it moved around deep inside me. Every time he pushed his cock back in, I would let out a muffled sound. The pain was intense. The big man slowly started to increase his pace. My anus was so tight it probably felt like it was trying to rip his cock off as he continued on. 

I continued to suck the old man’s cock. I was watching the expression of his face hoping for any indication that he was about to cum. It felt like I was washing his cock for him with my mouth, I kept sucking as the old man was not giving me a chance to bob my head up and down, my face was still buried in his pubes. I kept using my tongue to tease his pee hole, then sliding it up and down down the shaft, feeling the veins running around his cock. I kept looking at his face until I saw his eyes roll up and his body start to tense. He was very close to cumming.

From the back, the big man was increasing his pace. I think he had forgotten he was in a public place; I could feel his cock sliding in and out a little smoothly now. The pain was slowly beginning to subside as well, but it still hurt like hell. My arms were starting to get numb from its awkward position but he still held me down tight. How long could this man keep this up? I was still praying that nobody was noticing us in this position.

**End of part 7.**

[B1ryani]

**Part 8.**

With every slow thrust, I could feel the big mans balls hitting the base of my pussy. Tap tap tap tap, I could just barely make out the sound coming from my rear. My asshole was trying it’s best to take as much of his cock as it possibly could. I could feel my arms going numb by now as the big man let go of my wrists. Instead, he placed his hands on both my butt cheeks and spread them apart as his fat cock continued to plough my stretched tight hole. As my arms swung loosely by my side, I felt the cum exiting from my pussy running down my legs. 

I continued to suck the old man’s cock, his grip on my head was starting to lighten as his body was tensing. Just a little bit more; I thought to myself. I moved my head up a bit, relieved to not have it buried in his unshaven pubes and focused my lips around the tip, my teeth gently biting down at the base of his cock head, and sucked it like a straw. My wet tongue was lapping his pee hole, doing circular motions. The old man removed his left hand from my head and held the base of his cock, slowly tugging the meat, his eyes were closed now. 

A moan escaped his mouth as thick creamy liquid squirted into the back of my mouth. Oh god it tasted so fucking bad. His cum continued flow out in short bursts inside my mouth. His left hand went back to the back of my head holding me down, forcing me to swallow his offering. I was trying hard not to vomit as the disgusting liquid flowed down my throat. I could taste it all over my mouth as his cock slowly started to deflate inside my mouth. 

He finally took his hands off my head and I released his soft cock from my mouth. I looked at his face, then at his cock. It was about an inch now; the foreskin had covered the head again. He was looking at me, my body moving a little every time the big man thrusted into me. The old man looked at my tear-stained face and smiled, pulling his lungi back over his cock. His right hand went back to my swinging tits and he gripped the left one, flicking one nipple then the other. My face was still on his lap.

“ahhh...ahhh…. ahhh”, I moaned slowly. 

The big man continued to pound my ass for another minute or so when I felt his grip on my butt cheeks tighten. Warm cum began to flow into the depths of my anus. The big man came like a horse. I could feel the intense pressure coming from my bowels with his fat cock acting as a plug. He slowly began to pull the meat out. The minute the cock head exited my butt hole, I could feel his cum flowing out in a gush, dripping down onto my pussy, my thighs and the floor. 

I sighed with relief.

The big man held my waist and pulled me off from the old man’s lap. I felt the old man’s finger stretch my left nipple as my tit exited his grip. I stood up again, making sure my face doesn’t hit the Vick’s lady’s ass once again. As soon as I stood up again, the lights in the carriage started to flick on. I could hear exited sounds coming from the passengers, shouting and whistling loudly as the train slowly started to move. 

I quickly pulled my top back down to cover my breasts and looked around at the crowd. Behind me I could feel the big man fiddling with his zip, trying to stick his now flaccid cock back into his pants. I looked down at the floor, trying to locate my bra and panties, but in all the commotion, it had been kicked under the seats. Fuck. I thought. I was drenched in sweat, the front and back of my shirt was wet, I could see my nipples poking out from the thin white top. I pulled my jacket over me and zipped it up. My anus was stinging, I could feel the stickiness between my butt crack and my legs. It was so uncomfortable. 

“Your asshole was so tight”, the big man put his face near my left ear again. 

“Give me your address. I want to fuck your pussy next”

“I have some friends that would like to have some fun with you as well”, He continued to sneer into my ear

 I closed my eyes and kept quiet. Wanting this hell to end. I just wanted to exit the train as fast as possible. The old man was looking out the window as if nothing had happened. The young man next to him had woken up too as the wind started to gush into the carriage as the train sped along. 

“Did you enjoy that you little slut?”

“How was the old man’s cock? I’m sure it tasted delicious to you”

“You looked like a pro. I saw the old man’s face. He couldn’t hold it in for long”, he laughed into my ear. He buried his face back into my neck and bit it. I kept my eyes closed. My mouth tasted horrible; I could still taste the old man’s cum on my tongue. 

I opened my eyes to look around the carriage. Wondering if anybody saw me. Everybody seemed to be doing their own thing, I got a few glances from the men but nothing to indicate they had seen me in action just now. Thank God. The train started to slow down at the next station. I had no idea where we were, I just wanted to get out. 

The train came to a complete stop. People started to move. The Vick’s lady had her handbag positioned back over her shoulders. Yes. I thought. 

“You’re leaving so fast?”, the big man whispered. “I wanted to fuck your pussy next...”

I looked down at the old man. He was making sure to avoid my gaze, looking out the window. I felt so much anger in me now. I wanted these two men arrested for what they did to me. The Vicks lady started to move, walking forward. I pasted myself as close as possible to her and began to walk down the aisle. As I moved, I felt the big man’s hand grab my right butt cheek and squeeze. He quickly let go as I walked down to the exit. 

I felt the breeze hit my face the minute I got onto the platform. This station wasn’t familiar to me. Fuck it. I started to look for the closest toilet. The cum on my thighs and butt crack was starting to dry and it was very uncomfortable. I followed the signages and ran into the disabled toilet. 

At least the toilet was relatively clean. I lifted up the toilet bowl cover and removed my skirt, placing it over the sink. I sat down on the toilet bowl and buried my face in my hands to cry. I sat there for 10 minutes and tried to gather myself. Sigh. I took a long pee and grabbed the bidet. Spraying as much water as I could into my pussy hole and stinging anus, then washed the dry cum off my thighs and legs. I could still feel their hands on my body. I looked around for toilet paper to wipe myself off but of course there wasn’t any. 

I stood up and went to the sink and starred at myself in the mirror. There were tear stains all over my face, teeth marks and love bites on my neck and shoulders. My light makeup had run. I washed my face as best I could and grabbed my skirt, I could see dry cum stains on the bottom. I let it run under the water for awhile to wash it off, thinking what should be my next move.

**End of part 8.**

[B1ryani]

Thank you everyone for your comments and support. I appreciate the feedback.

I have an idea on what to do for Divya's next arc. Should I continue or end the story as it is.

Let me know.

[B1ryani]

**Author's Note** - the second arc of Divya's adventures starts here. Please excuse the long conversations between characters that are needed to set the scene. Also, all locations and places stated are based off Google so it might not be accurate. 

**Part 9.**


10 minutes later, I opened the door of the cubicle and exited onto the platform. It was windy out as I walked along the sides of the building trying to get my bearing. I felt the jacket pocket and could feel my phone and wallet in there, sighing with relief. I took my phone out to check the time but my battery was dead. Cursing myself, I put my phone back into my pocket and zipped it up. 

I read Malda Town Railway Station on the big board in front of me. It was about a 45-minute ride from Old Delhi station, excluding the time it took for the train to conveniently break down midway. I should be a couple of stations away from my stop, I thought to myself. I looked around the empty platform, everyone had exited the station and there doesn’t seem to be many people around. As I walked, I saw a small clock on the wall read 8.45 PM. Fuck. Its late. I was wondering if my room mate was home and wondering where I was. She probably was out with her boyfriend anyway. I’m going to make a report on these two men. I deserved some justice. 

Along the end of the platform, a small stall was lit up. As I approached closer, I realised it was a little chai walla shop. I saw a man sitting down on a stool smoking a cigarette. A boy was preparing some food at the back. 

“Uncle?”

He looked up at my face, then shifted his eyes down to my breasts and exposed legs. He looked back up at me.

He took a long drag from his cigarette. “Yes ma?”

“Uncle, I’m looking for a security guard. I want to make a report.”, I said softly. Avoiding his gaze. 

He looked at my face again, he could see the expression of distress. This time with concern on his senior face, he twirled his moustache for awhile then replied. “It’s already late ma. Most of them would have gone off duty by now”. He stood up and looked up and down the empty platform. “I think Ramana is still around. Maybe you can see him instead”

“Ramana…?”

“The Station Master. He usually leaves late. He might still be in his office.”, he said. 

“Where is the office uncle?”, I said softly. 

He looked at me again. “Anand! Anand, aiya, come here.”. The boy exited the back and came beside him. “My son will take you to his office”.

I looked at the boy. He looked to be about my age but was very skinny and had a small frame. He was wearing an old oversized T-shirt and shorts, a dirty cloth hung over his right shoulder. 

“Anand, take her to meet Ramana. He should be in his office”, the man said. Anand nodded. 

I put my hands together. Grateful for his help. “Thank you, uncle.”

Anand started walking in front of me heading back towards the railway building. “This way sister.”. I could feel the skirt blowing around in the wind. I put my hand on my sides to hold it down as I walked along the platform with Anand. We both reached the stairs at the side of the building. Anand lifted his left hand and pointed up the stairs, initiating for me to walk up first. I proceeded up the dimly lit stairs with Anand following me from behind. The minute I reached the top of the stairs, a sudden thought hit me like a brick. I wasn’t wearing panties. Anand must have gotten a great view of my ass and pussy as he followed me up. Fuck. I thought to myself. 

Anand walked past me as he reached the top of the stairs. I looked at his face but he remained expressionless. 

“Mr. Ramana’s office is at the end, sister", he said as he walked in between the empty office cubicles. I followed him quietly. Most of the lights in the office was off as every had gone home except for a bright light coming from a room at the end of the walkway. We reached the door. 

Mr. Ramana Chinnasamy
Malda Town Railway Station Master 

I read it out in my mind, the small black fonts were stickered on the door. Anand knocked on the door. The glass part of the door was covered with blinds.  

“Come”, I heard a voice. 

Anand opened the door and walked in with me in tow. 

“Anand, what is it?”

Mr. Ramana was seated behind his old wooden desk, facing a very old computer. There were stacks of files all over the room. The office was very old, the paint on the walls were faded, 2 plastic chairs we positioned in front of the table. Some old random paintings and photographs of trains hung on the wall. An old air conditioning unit was blowing with a very loud noise. The room was very cold. 

Mr. Ramana looked like he was in his early 60’s. A dark skinny man with thin framed glasses, his white hair combed neatly to the side with a lot of oil covering his bald spots. He looked annoyed that he was disturbed halfway through his work. He looked up at Anand, then shifted his eyes to look at me. I saw the Indian Railways logo on the side of his crumpled white shirt. 

“Sir, this sister wanted to see you”, Anand pointed at me. Then waited by the side of the wall. I walked up to Mr. Ramana and stood in front of the table. I could see him looking at my exposed legs first. I was getting goosebumps from the cold office; glad I had a jacket on. 

“Yes ma? How can I help you?”, his eyes glanced my breasts first before it met mine. Anand moved quietly behind and stood in front of the door, watching what was happening. 

“Sir…. I want to make a report.”, I said softly. 

“A complaint?”, the irritation in his voice was obvious.

“no .. no sir… I was on the 6.50 train from Old Delhi Station…”

“You want to complain about the delay? Don’t bother ma. You are not the first. Many people already did. We are trying our best here”, He looked very annoyed now.

“No sir…it’s not that”, I lowered my voice to a whisper, afraid Anand would hear. “I was touched on the train sir…”

Mr. Ramana leaned forward to hear me properly. “Touched? Come on ma. Do you know how many people get groped on the train every day? I can’t help each and every one of you”, His looked me in the eyes, interrupting me. 

“Sir...”, I tried to keep my voice as low as possible. “Sir, I was forced….”, I stopped. I could feel the tears starting to build up again.

His face changed. From annoyed, he had a serious expression on his face. Then let out a long sigh. I saw his eyes looking at my legs again, then back up at my face. 

“Anand”

“Yes sir.”, I heard Anand behind me. 

“Go find Constable Guna sir and bring him here.”. Anand nodded his head and went out the door. 

“Take a seat ma”, Mr. Ramana pointed to chair directly opposite him.

**End of Part 9.**

[B1ryani]

Interesting. But Tamil names in delhi and that old man talking in tamil are confusing.

Is it? My apologies. I'm a NRI living in Adelaide, never been to India . For the sake of the story ,I will proceed as I have established the characters already. I'm writing based on the assumption all the characters are speaking Tamil in the story but translated to English for the readers. Sorry for the confusion.

[B1ryani]

**Part 10.**

“It’s ok sir. I would like to stand for a while”, in truth, my anus was hurting, but I didn’t want to tell him that. 

Mr. Ramana stood up and came beside me. He put his hand on my shoulders and pressed it gently. I bit my teeth. The big man had bit me there and it was still sore. He adjusted my hair, placing the loose strands back behind my ear. 

“Are you ok ma?”, he asked me softly. His face serious, his hand still on my shoulder. 

“Yes sir…”, I replied softly. His eyes shifted to my breasts over the jacket. 

“Let Anand bring Guna. I need a security officer officer present to take the report.”, he said. “Do you want some water?”

I shook my head. I had gargled my mouth thoroughly in the toilet to get the taste of the old man’s cum out of my mouth. I looked at the time on the wall mounted clock.  9.10 PM. I was wondering how I was going to get home. Mr. Ramana went back to his seat and sat down, staring at me. 

5 minutes later there was a knock on the door. 

“Come in Guna”, Mr Ramana’s voice boomed out. Constable Guna walked in followed by Anand. As he walked past me, I could get a faint smell of alcohol off him. He stood beside the table and looked at me from top to bottom. He was dark skinned, close to black in colour, with a very thick moustache, looking like those typical Indian security officer men you would see in movies. He was in his late 40’s, relatively big sized with a big pot belly sticking out from his security officer uniform. His baton and pistol were parked in their respective holsters on his belt and he had a thin long rattan stick sticking out under his armpit. 

“What happened, Ramana sir?”, his eyes still on me. I looked down at my feet. 

“Guna, there is a report I need you present for.”, Mr Ramana said as he nodded towards my direction. Guna understood what he meant. “Anand, bring tea and something to eat“, he continued. Anand exited the room and closed the door behind him. 

I stood alone in the room with these two men. 

Mr. Ramana opened a file and pulled out some papers. I heard his pen click, getting ready to take notes.  

“What’s your name ma?”, Constable Guna asked. He sat down in the plastic chair in front of me. I could feel his eyes examining every inch of my body.

“Divya Krishnamurthy, sir”, I replied

“Age?”

“19, sir.”

I saw his eyes shift to my breasts. Then he looked down at my exposed legs. His face remained expressionless. “Are you studying?”

” Yes, sir. Ahilya Bai college. Nursing.”  

“In Delhi? Why are you so far out here?”, his expression curious. 

“I stay in Dhulian Ganga sir, with my friend. It’s cheaper than staying in town.”, I continued. 

“Parents?”

“In Tamilnadu sir. I’m came here to study.”

Mr Ramana was listening intently, taking down notes on his paper. Constable Guna reached out his left hand and held my right thigh, gently squeezing it. “Ok Divya. Tell us what happened to you ma.”. His expression remained serious.  Both eyes were on me. “In exact detail.”, He emphasized. 

“Sir, after finishing uni I went to the train station. I left late because we had to stay back for assignment discussion”, I felt his hand gently caress my thigh again. “I bought a ticket for the 6.45 train.”

“This incident happened inside the train?”, Constable Guna asked. I nodded. “Why didn’t you take the women only coach?”. He took his hand off my leg and stared at my face, waiting for an answer.

“There was no women only coach sir. I couldn’t find it. I was stuck with the crowd as they entered the train sir.” Both the men remained quiet, waiting for me to continue. I saw Mr Ramana’s eyes shift to my breasts again. I continued to tell them the situation in the train, the crowd and how packed it was. I told them about the old man touching my leg and the big man touching my ass from the back. 

“You wore a skirt, what did you expect from the men in the train.” Constable Guna sneered at me, looking at my legs again. I was taken aback from this statement but decided to ignore it. I continued my story until the point of the big man grabbing my ass from the back. 

“Did he grope your ass or grab it?”, Constable Guna asked. ” I want to know every detail ma. Don’t leave out anything.”

“He..he grabbed it sir”, I mumbled.

“Did he squeeze it?”

“Yes sir…”, I said softly. I was still looking down at my feet,I felt my face turn red at the question. “The man behind me kept whispering things into my ear.”

“What things?”, the question came from Mr Ramana. 

“He kept talking about...ummm”

“Tell us ma”, Mr Ramana said

“He umm…he was talking about how big my tits were”, I whispered softly.

“What? Speak louder ma”

“He was talking about how big my breasts were, sir”. 

“Ok. What else”, Constable Guna asked, he looked at my tits again, then back at my face. 

“He kept asking me if I was turned on. And asking me if I liked what he was doing.”

“Did he say anything else”, Mr Ramana asked.

“No sir, mostly statements like that. He kept kissing and biting my neck sir. It’s a bit bruised”, I stretched my neck to the right to try and show them the love bites on the left side. 

Constable Guna stood up and took a step towards me, the light smell of whisky surrounding him. With his left hand he held my jacket, then pulled the zipper all the way down and unclasped it with the right hand. He then went behind me slowly removing my jacket over my shoulder. He took a look my neck, examining the teeth marks and love bites on my neck and shoulder, his fingers running along the skin and nodded to Mr Ramana. Mr Ramana continued writing on his paper. Constable Guna folded my jacket and placed it on the other chair beside the one he was sitting on. 

I was now standing in my thin white top and skirt. Fuck. They could both see how big my tits were as they jiggled freely under my top. I looked down at my shirt and blushed hard. My big dark areolas were so obvious against the white material, my nipples were so hard from the cold air-conditioned room. I just stood there looking down at my feet again, my nipples standing at attention.  

Constable Guna sat back on the chair, he picked up his rattan cane from the table and was holding the end of it. Both the men had their eyes on my top, Mr Ramana was staring directly at my breasts, looking like he was trying to measure the width of my areolas in his head. Nobody said anything about my obvious lack of a bra. 

Coughing slightly. “Continue ma”, Mr Ramana said. Constable Guna looking up from his chair at my nipples too, very obviously. He didn’t even bother to shift his eyes when I looked back at him. 

“You said something about the old man that was sitting down. What was he doing?”, Constable Guna asked, his eyes still locked on my breasts.

“His hands were on my thighs sir..”

“You said he was touching your ankles a few seconds ago. Which part of your thighs was he touching at this time?”

“He moved his hands up slowly sir…”, I said softly.

“Show us exactly where he touched you ma” Mr Ramana said. His eyes now drawn to my skirt.

I was in an awkward situation now. My mind was racing as I very slowly lifted up my skirt, stopping just at my inner thighs. Constable Guna leaned forward, reached out and put his right hand on my leg just above the knee. “Here?”, he asked.

“No..no…sir…a bit higher”, I mumbled.

His hand went a little higher. “Here?” His hand gripping my lower inner thigh on the right leg. 

“…no sir…even higher…”, I whispered. I tried avoiding eye contact with both the men in the room. I found a picture of a classic train on the wall and focused my attention to it. Constable Guna’s hand went a little higher, pressing against my inner thighs just below my butt. The hand was under my skirt now. 

“Here?”, he asked. His hand gently squeezing the fleshy meat.  

“Yes, sir…”, I replied. Mr Ramana adjusted his glasses as he continued to write the details down. His eyes shifting between my legs and his piece of paper. Constable Guna let my thigh go and leaned back in the chair, folding his arms. Both the men took a look at each other then looked back at me. 

” Ok. Continue ma. “ . Mr Ramana said, “The old man had his hands on your thighs, what was the other man doing?”

“His hand was on my stomach sir”

“Which part?”, Constable Guna asked. His eyes had shifted back to my hard nipples, then at my stomach. I pointed at my belly button. “Show us where.”

I slowly lifted up my top a little bit and showed the two men my belly button. I focused my attention back at the wall picture. 

“What was he doing to your stomach?”, Constable Guna continued. Both the men were looking at my stomach and my hips. I slowly used my right index finger and did circular motions around my belly. 

“So, while the man behind you was touching your stomach. What was the old man doing?”, Mr Ramana asked. I pulled my shirt back down. I could feel my tits jiggle under the top as I moved around. 

I kept quiet. Having to relive the moment. This was so embarrassing. How do I tell these men the old man had his finger digging my asshole under my panties at this time? I was thinking hard. Should I just tell them sorry and leave. 

“His … his hand was on my ass sir….”, I whispered to myself. 

“What? Please speak louder ma.” Mr Ramana said again.

“His finger was inside my ass sir…”, I said loudly. I saw a smile creep up along the side of Constable Guna’s face. His eyes looking at my skirt again. 

“How was it in your ass ma? Weren’t you wearing panties? It would have been very difficult for him.”, Mr Ramana inquired seriously, looking me in the face. I tried to avoid his eyes but I could feel it drilling into my brain. 

“I was sir…at that time…”

“What do mean ma, …at that time?” 

“I mean…at that time…when the old man had his finger…emmm…inside …my ass. It was under my panties.” I was thinking hard if I should continue. “But they took it off”, I blurted out. 

“They took it off?”, Mr Ramana repeated after me. He glanced over at Constable Guna. With the rattan stick still in his hand, he slowly placed the other end of cane under my skirt and lifted it all the way up. For a few seconds , my pussy lips were exposed to both the men in the room.

**End of part 10.**

[B1ryani]

**Part 11.**

“What are you doing!!!”, I shouted out as I pulled my skirt back down. I was clearly angry. At this point I already knew these two men were taking advantage of the situation. Constable Guna was smiling. His thick moustache curled up over his lips.  

“What do you mean ma? We have to verify the truth from your end. We need to be thorough with the investigation. I need all the details.”, Mr Ramana casually replied me. He looked at Constable Guna. “Was she wearing her panties, Guna? I couldn’t see.”

“I don’t know sir. She pulled her skirt back down.”, he shrugged as he placed his rattan stick on the table. 

“Come here ma.”, he gestured at me to come to him. I stood my ground. “I need to complete the report. If not, this case is just going to be thrown out.”, he said matter of factly. 

I was wondering what I should do, these men were touching me freely for the sake of their ‘report’, my priority was to make sure the big man and the old man got what was coming to them. I sucked in a deep breath and slowly walked towards Mr Ramana; I’m going to see this through till the end I thought. I could feel Constable Guna’s eyes staring at my ass as I walked past him. I went around the desk and stood in front of Mr Ramana, glancing at the piece of paper on his desk. He was indeed writing down everything I was telling him. Perhaps there was some truth in what he was saying. 

Mr Ramana twirled his old rotating chair towards me and leaned forward. He removed his glasses and let it hang down on his chest, the thin string holding it securely around his neck. I could see the bald spots on the top of his head more clearly, whatever hair he had left didn’t do much to help him cover it up. Constable Guna adjusted his chair and was facing us now, his arms folded across his big chest, resting on his pot belly, leaned back.

Mr Ramana looked up at my face. “Lift up your skirt ma”, he said. He put the pen he was holding back on the table and placed both his hands on his knees, leaning forward even more. 

“Sir…. sir…I’m not lying sir…my panties really is in the train somewhere sir”, I pleaded to him, trying to sound as convincing as I can. “I couldn’t find it when I ran out sir…it was under the seats sir.”

“It’s ok ma, just show me so I can include it in the report.”, he said, reassuring me. 
I slowly reached down and gripped the ends of the front of my skirt with both hands. Sighing heavily, I looked up at the ceiling and lifted up the skirt, pulling it up slowly exposing my inner thighs where Constable Guna had touched me. 

“Higher ma…”

I pulled my skirt up higher revealing my entire pubic area, my pussy greeted Mr Ramana’s face. The lips were stuck together, hiding the labia and clit within from the dry cold air. It looked like a fat juicy clam. I looked up at the ceiling waiting for this to end. 

“Hmmm…. she’s telling the truth, Guna.”, Mr Ramana commented. I shifted my eyes from the ceiling and looked across the table at Constable Guna. He grunted in acknowledgment. I saw him lean forward a little, trying to get a better view. I looked down at Mr Ramana. He had shifted his body back a little bit, taking in the view of my thighs and pussy in front of him. Before I could say anything, Mr Ramana moved his right hand between my thighs. I was looking down as the palm of his hand disappeared between my legs, the tip of his ring finger pressed against my right pussy lip, feeling the smooth puffy meat. Then I felt the tip of his middle finger on the left lip now as he gently started to run his fingers up and down along the entire length of my pussy. The finger tips barely making contact with my flesh, just feeling the smoothness of the pussy skin. I felt my back arch a little towards him as the coldness from his fingers on my pussy sent shivers down my spine.  

“It’s so smooth … when did you shave, ma”, Mr Ramana asked, his eyes not leaving the view of my pussy that’s being gently caressed by him. I continued to hold the skirt up. 

“Yess…yyyesterday sir”, I replied him with a little gasp. His hand felt so gentle against the roughhousing of the old man on the train. I was still looking down, watching his arm slowly appear and disappear under my skirt. 

There was a tap on the door. Someone was knocking. 

Fuck. I thought. Anand was supposed to come back. I had totally forgotten about him. I reacted by releasing my grip on the skirt. It dropped down over Mr Ramana’s hand. He stopped moving, the 2 fingers were now pressing down on my pussy lips. 

“Come in Anand”, he called out. 

Constable Guna got up and opened the door, I could roughly make out a small tent in his khaki uniform pants. He waited for Anand to come in then closed the door behind him. I heard a click as he pressed down on the lock on the door.

Anand was looking down at the tray he was carrying, careful not to lose balance, paying no attention to the situation of the room. He still had the dirty cloth but it was dbangd over his left shoulder now. He slowly reached the table and placed the tray down, sighing in relief he had made it this far; I could see three small glasses of tea and a plate of samosas. 

Anand took one glass off the tray and handed it over to Constable Guna, all eyes were on Anand as he took the plate and placed it in the middle of the table. Anand took the second glass and looked up Mr Ramana. He froze. His eyes focused on Mr Ramana’s hand under my skirt, then shifted up to my hard nipples over the white top, poking out in attention. He stopped for a while staring at me, trying to make out the dark outline of my areolas over the thin material then looked up at my face. I quickly shifted my eyes to look away from him, avoiding his gaze. He silently placed one glass in front of Mr Ramana then took the third glass and left it beside the plate of samosas. He then looked down, trying to avoid making the situation even more awkward than it already was. 

“Ramana sir, would you like anything else?”, Anand said, he looked at Mr Ramana’s hand, probably wondering what it was doing under my skirt. 

“No Anand. Have a seat. You can wait until we finish then clear the table.”, Mr Ramana answered him, nodding his head at the direction of the second chair beside Constable Guna. 

Anand was struggling to read the situation around the room, he looked at Constable Guna then back at me. I was still looking away from him. He slowly walked back behind the table and sat down beside Constable Guna. He adjusted his seat to avoid being too close to the security officer officer then looked back at Mr Ramana, keeping silent. He took his dirty cloth and wiped his oily face then placed it back over his shoulder.

Under my skirt, Mr Ramana had wedged his index finger between my right thigh and pussy lip, his thumb slowly rubbing my smooth pubic area, the other fingers wrapped around my thigh. Constable Guna took his tea and was slowly sipping it before taking a samosa and putting it in his mouth. With his left hand, Mr Ramana took his glass and brought it below his mouth, slowly blowing into it, then took a sip. 

“Shall we continue ma?”, Mr Ramana looked back up at me. I could feel all eyes were on me again. I didn’t know if the room was freezing or if it was just me, I could feel my body shivering.

“Sir … sir…. Please sir…. Anand is here…”, I said softly at him, my voice was trembling now, eyes starting to water. 

“Don’t worry about him ma. He will leave after we are done. I can’t be leaving the dirty glasses overnight in my office, can I?”, his right hand gave my thigh a little squeeze. 

“Please proceed Ramana sir.”, Constable Guna said out loud, his hand reaching out to grab another samosa. Anand kept quiet watching the situation unfold in front of him. 

“You said the two men on the train removed your panties, correct?”, Mr Ramana voice suddenly because serious again. I felt his index finger push against the sides of my pussy lip.  

“Yes…yes sir…”

“So, the both of them started to fondle your pussy at the same time?”, he asked crudely. 

“No sir… ju…just the old man.”

“Then what was the man behind you doing?”, Constable Guna asked, looking me in the face. 

I looked at Anand’s face. He was listening to every word with great care. Fuck. This was so humiliating. I really regretted getting myself into this situation. 

“His pushed his…hmmm”, my voice trailed off. Fuck. Why did Anand have to listen to this as well. “His finger sir…was inside my…”. Fuck. “…inside my ass sir.”, I said as softly as I could. I saw Anand’s eyes go wide. 

“I see… I understand. Let us focus on the old man for now Divya. Give me a minute”, Mr Ramana removed his hand from my skirt and twirled his chair back to face to Constable Guna and Anand. “Guna, this seems like a serious case”, he said, looking at constable Guna as he picked up a samosa and took a bite. He looked back up at me and nodded towards the plate. 

I shook my head. “No thank you sir...”, I said softly. I wasn’t hungry. I just wanted to leave as fast as I could.

“We can get the details of the old man first Ramana sir, then the other man. The more we know, would make it easier for us to find them”, Constable Guna replied. I saw him reach his right hand under the table, probably to adjust his pants. Anand remained silent by his side; he was very focused on what was going on now. 

Mr Ramana took a long sip of his tea and put the glass back down on the table, then slowly repositioned to face me again.

**End of part 11.**

[B1ryani]

**Part 12.**

Wiping his fingers with a thin piece of tissue, he looked up at me. “I want to know exactly what the old man did to you, ma. Every little detail will help.”, he looked me in the eye as he threw the crumpled tissue into the small bin under his table. 

“Everyyy…little detail sir?...”, I slowly repeated after him. How the hell was I supposed to tell him exactly how the old man played with my pussy. There was nothing he didn’t do except stick his cock in. Sigh. I could feel Mr Ramana’s eyes piercing into mine, waiting for an answer. I thought hard, trying to relive the moments. 

“He…ummm…the old man. He started to…”, I looked around the room, everyone was hanging on to every word I was saying. “The old man…he kept…umm..kept pinching my..pussy….sir.”

“Pinching how?”, Mr Ramana leaned back in his seat, looking at me. 

“He was ..ehm…he had his fingers….his fingers on the sides pushing it together sir.”, I said softly. 

“Hmmm…. Take your skirt off, ma. Show me.”, he looked dead serious. 

“Sir?!’’, Fuck. I’m not going to strip in front of all three men, this was crazy. The fear was creeping up into my mind. What was I supposed to do, these are men of authority, men with power. They could make things even more difficult for me. “Sir, please sir.”, the look of fear obvious on my face. 

“Take it off Divya. The faster we finish the report, we can end.”, Constable Guna slyly said from across the table. I looked at his uniform, reminding myself he was a security officer officer. From the corner, Anand was watching and listening to everything, elbows on the table as he leaned forward, his eyes opened wider when Constable Guna repeated the order at me. 

Shit. I placed my hands on my hips along the garters of the skirt. This can’t be happening. Slowly I pushed the skirt down to my legs, as my body was arched, I quickly put both hands over my pubic area. The skirt fell down to my ankles. Mr Ramana bent over, his right hand reached out to the skirt and pulled it out from under my legs. He picked it up and examined it, looking closely at the material. 

“Guna, you better keep this as evidence.”, he said as he passed the skirt across the table to Constable Guna. The constable nodded as he took it from Mr Ramana’s hand. I knew my jacket was on the floor, Constable Guna put it on the floor when Anand came to sit down. He reached back and placed the skirt over the jacket. Mr Ramana looked back at me; my nipples were rock hard right now. I could feel cold air on my thighs. The room felt like a freezer. “Put your hands by your side please, ma.”, he leaned forward towards me again, placing his right hand on top of my hands that were covering my pussy, using a little bit of force to push it to my side. 

I let my arms dangle freely at my side, my clean-shaven pussy was exposed to all three of them. I looked at Anand’s jaw drop for a moment then shifted my eyes back to the pictures on the wall. I did not want to look at any of their faces, the humiliation was too much. 

“What did the old man do again, ma?”, Mr Ramana asked me softly, a little bit of concern in his voice. I knew he was faking it. He was loving very moment of this, so were the other two. Anand was probably getting an experience of a lifetime. 

I let out a breath loudly. “He…pinched my…my pussy lips together sir…”, I said. 

“They already look like they are glued together”, Constable Guna commented jokingly, chuckling to himself, his eyes not leaving my exposed pussy.  

Mr Ramana paid no attention to him. I felt the palm of his right hand gently cup my pussy, then placing his middle and index finger between each thigh and pussy lip, pressing it together. I let out a soft moan as I felt my pussy lips being pushed together, the puffy meat folding between his two fingers. He held his hand in that position for a couple of minutes, pinching and squishing the lips against each other.

“He did this?”, he asked, now running his fingers along the sides of my pussy, tracing the outline of the lips. I nodded.

Constable Guna and Anand were watching every single move Mr Ramana was making. 

“What else did he do, Divya”, he asked. 

I could feel my pussy getting a little wet. Fuck. Was I getting turned on? 

“Tell Ramana sir what else the old man did to you”, I heard Constable Guna’s voice. 

“He…uhm.... he was playing…playing with the…inner folds sir”, a silent gasp escaped my mouth as Mr. Ramana pinched the lips together again. 

“Inner folds...”, Mr Ramana repeated softly. He reached up with his left hand and gripped my right pussy lip with his thumb and index finger, slowly pulling it open. A little bit of the pink flesh was exposed to everyone now, a bright contrast against my dark pussy. I looked down at him now, both his hands were between my thighs. Holding my right pussy lip open with his left hand, he used the tip of his right index finger to slide it along the middle of my pussy, from the hole to the clit and back again, feeling for my labia. I knew he could feel me getting wetter. The folds of my thick labia were obvious now, they came out of hiding from being wrapped against my pussy lips and were peeking out a little now. 

“These little folds?”, Mr Ramana asked, letting go of my right pussy lip, he used his right middle finger to flick the little labia skin, watching it sway as his finger kept hitting it. He put his left hand on his knee and bend forward, arching his body to face the other two sitting in front of us. His right hand still fiddling with my pussy. He looked up at me and I nodded slowly. The wetness from my pussy was betraying me. 

Constable Guna and Anand were getting front row seats to the show, I was sure all three of them were hard by now. I took my eyes off Mr Ramana’s hand and looked at them. Anand had his right hand off the table, probably fidgeting with his cock. Constable Guna was watching quietly, his arms still folded across his chest. 

Mr Ramana pinched the folds together with his thumb and index finger, gently pulling the flaps. I looked down again, watching as his hand stretched the skin to its limit, pulling it outwards. A sharp pain shot up my body as my labia reached its limit, I could see the elongated black fleshy skin sticking out being held by his hand, the base of my labia skin had my clit peeking out at Mr Ramana’s face. He looked at the stretched dark skin, examining it, slowly twirling the flesh with his two fingers.  

“Owww.Please sir…. Please…that hurts”, I pleaded. Anand’s eyes were fixated on my pussy and Mr Ramana’s hands. He wasn’t moving, his hand still under the table. Mr Ramana let the folds go and looked up at me. 

“What else did the old man do, ma?”, He put his right hand on my hip now, my pussy remained on display for the other two. I could feel the cold air against exposed my pubic area now.

Ï was wondering if I should go on, Mr Ramana’s heavy fondling of my pussy was actually turning me on. His pants were struggling to hold in his erection. 

“Sir..he…he put his fingers….inside me”

His face lit up a little. Then went back to being expressionless, he tried to remain serious. 

From across the table, I heard Constable Guna, “What happened to your bra, Divya?”, his eyes went back up to my top. 

“Sir…the big man…he pulled…he pulled it off”

“So, your bra is in the train as well?”, he smirked. 

“Did he play with your tits?”, the questions were becoming more daring. Constable Guna was looking me in the eyes now, waiting for my answer. Mr Ramana was listening intently, I could feel his right hand casually grazing against my skin, slowly making its way from my hip back to my pussy. 

“Yes…yes…sir”

“What did he do ma, tell us”.

“He..ummm… played with my…my nipples sir…”. Mr Ramana’s right hand was back on my pussy again. The index finger slowly gliding along the middle of my now wet pussy, his thumb slowly caressing the puffy pussy lip. I could feel my clit brushing against his finger. He was enjoying himself playing with my juicy shaven pussy.  

“He must have enjoyed those big tits.”, he commented. His eyes were focused on my dark areolas. “How big are they, ma?”, he continued. Anand looked at the constable, then back at me, staring at my hard nipples.

“Sorry sir…”, I asked again, slightly taken back by the question. A moan escaped my lips, Mr Ramana had his ring and index fingers pushing my pussy lips apart, the middle one was gently pressing against my hard clit in circular motions, massaging the hard nub. Oh god. His gentle caress was turning me on. 

“The size of your tits. What is it?”, he repeated himself, a bit more sternly. 

“Thirty…Thirty Six Double D sir…”…..”Ahhhh”, I moaned a little as Mr Ramana’s finger hit my clit again, my body jerking up a bit, jiggling my tits under my top.  

“What did he do after he removed your bra?”, his eyes not leaving my nipples. 

“He..he…pulled up my top”, I said softly, trying to control myself from moaning again. I felt Mr Ramana’s finger stop as he looked up at me again, his three fingers still remained wedged between my pussy lips. I could feel his middle finger at the entrance of my wet pussy hole. 

Constable Guna leaned forward, putting his arms on the table now, “In front of everyone?”. He asked again, with curiosity in his voice. 

I gathered myself before answering, all three were looking at my tits now.

“The train had broken down sir…the lights…lights were off…it was dark sir…”

“You told us the man had his finger inside your asshole.”, Mr Ramana asked, he moved his right hand deeper between my legs, I could feel his fingers reaching the base of my bum, the middle finger poking my anus. 

 “He used…he used his other hand sir…”

**End of part 12.**

[B1ryani]

Awesome update. In all these stories my wife maintains that the men think they are enjoying the girl. But actually it is the girl who is enjoying more. The sensation the feeling of pure pleasure from having her pussy fingered and her boobs fondled is far great than the pleasure the finger or hand gets from fondling her boobs or poking her pussy. 

Thanks man. I agree with your statement . Stay tuned for another update in a couple of hours.

[B1ryani]

**Part 13.**

“Anand…”

“Sir?..yes..yes Ramana sir?”. Anand stood up, surprised his name was called. Damn, the boy was trying to hide his raging hard on. He was obviously not wearing any underwear under his shorts. Holding his cock down with his right hand over his shorts, he continued, “Anything, sir?”

“Come stand behind Divya, Anand.”, Mr Ramana’s middle finger was teasing the entrance of my asshole, using the cum from my pussy to slowly push the tip into the hole. I look down at Mr Ramana’s hand, my fat pussy lips were resting on Mr Ramana’s wrist, squished against his skin. 

Anand slowly walked around the table and stood behind me, he was a couple of inches shorter than me. Still holding his hard cock down over his shorts with his hand. 

“Go closer Anand…the man was directly behind her”, Constable Guna said, enjoying the scene playing out in front of him. Anand moved closer, releasing his hand from the shorts. I felt his cock spring up and hit the base of my bum. 

“So, the man behind you had one hand in your ass…. what was his other hand doing?”, Constable Guna asked. He leaned back on his chair again, his right hand was on the zipper of his pants below his belly. Mr Ramana’s finger went in a little deeper. He looked up at my tits, watching them move a little as he fingered my asshole. 

I felt like I was putting on a show for the three of them, fuck, this was humiliating. Why did they have to involve Anand now? 

“He…put.. his hand…under my shirt, sir”

“Do as she says, Anand”, Mr Ramana said. 

Fuck. I felt Anand place his hand under my shirt on my lower back, his cock was brushing up against my bare bottoms. 

“Didn’t he pull up your shirt? How could he do it from the back?”, Constable Guna said loudly, I saw his right hand massaging the outline of his cock. “Move your hand to the front, Anand.”

“Yes..Yes, sir, Guna sir”, Anand stammered behind me. His cock dug deeper into my right butt cheek as his hand moved along my waist and reached my belly, his index finger was at my belly button. I felt his bony finger press into it slightly. 

“What did the man do next, ma?”, Constable Guna asked, looking at my eyes.

“He…he pulled it up.. sir”, I regretted my reply, I knew what was coming next. 

“You heard her Anand.”, Mr Ramana said, still looking up at my tits. 

“Sir…please don’t sir…this…this is already bad enough…”, I said softly.

“I want to know happened, ma.”, he replied. “Anand. Continue.” 

“Yes..yes Ramana sir”, He stammered again, a little softer. I felt Anand’s left hand enter my top, both his hands resting on my stomach. He slowly moved his hands higher; I felt the top lifting up as well. His thumbs hit my under boob, I heard a gasp escape him as the weight of my tits rested on both his thumbs. 

Anand gripped the cloth from under the top and pulled it up, my tits brushing against his arms then falling down onto my stomach. Anand’s hands were under my armpits holding the top up, his arms pushing my tits together. I looked down, the large dark areolas were so wrinkly from the dry cold air, hard nipples poking out at attention for the viewing pleasure of Mr Ramana and Constable Guna. 

“Remove her top fully Anand, she doesn’t need it.” Constable Guna said, gripping his cock tightly now over his pants. 

“Sir…enough sir…please sir…”, I said, looking down at Mr Ramana’s face. Fuck. The nightmare was repeating itself. His finger slowly exited my anus as he sat back on his chair, enjoying the view of my tits now facing him. His hard on was very obvious now. 

Anand slowly pulled the top off over my head and put it on the table. I felt his hard cock constantly hitting my butt cheeks as he moved. I was completely naked in front of all three of them now, looking down at my feet in embarrassment. The cold was sending slight shivers all over my body. Anand stood back a bit, moving his head, trying to glace at the front of my body. 

“What happened next?”, Constable Guna said. Barely a whisper. His was looking at every inch of my body. I could hear him pulling down the zip of his pants. 

“The mann…the man played with my…my nipples sir” 

Constable Guna stood up. Staring me straight in the eyes, he put his hands under his belly and unbuckled his belt and placed it on the empty chair beside him, then releasing the clasp above the zipper. The pants fell down a little bit, a big exposed V showing off the white underwear he was wearing, a huge bulge very obvious. 

“sir…sir…please don’t”, I whimpered. 

Mr Ramana was smiling, watching my discomfort. 

“You heard her Anand.”

Fuck. I felt Anand come up behind me again, his erection poking into my butt crack. Mr Ramana leaned forward again, putting his face very close to my breasts, looking closely at my nipples. I felt Anand’s hands on my hips again, moving against my belly creeping up to my tits. The palms of his hands moved under my breasts, slowly lifting them up. He gently squeezed the meat, feeling the weight of my heavy tits on his hands. 

Constable Guna pulled his underwear down; his cock jumped out of his pants. Oh god. I thought to myself. It was jet black in colour, about 7 inches long and fucking thick. A huge vein popping out running up along the length of the shaft. He pulled his foreskin down, revealing a fat bulging black mushroom head. He gripped the base of his cock and leaned back on his chair, slowly stroking his meat. I was looking at him, fear playing in my mind. Shit. Things were slowly spinning out of control. 

Anand moved his hands up a little higher, both his thumbs and index fingers gripped each nipple, pulling it gently. Ahh fuck, it felt so good. I could feel a little bead of cum exiting my pussy, running down my leg. Anand’s cock was pushing up against my butt crack, slowly grinding his hips against me. 

Mr Ramana put his right hand on my thighs, squeezing it gently before cupping my wet pussy again, the middle finger looking for the little hole. 

“What happened next, Divya”, Constable Guna asked. I watched his big mushroom head disappear into the foreskin as he slowly played with the black cock.

“Sir..”, I was honestly afraid of his cock coming anywhere near me, I don’t think I would be able to take it. “Sir…please sir…”, I could hear the tremble in my own voice. 

“Did the man put his cock in your pussy or your asshole, ma?”, he asked me, watching my nipples being pulled and pinched by Anand. I found feel the flesh on my heavy tits exposed between his skinny fingers. Mr Ramana’s middle finger found the entrance of my pussy, slowly sliding in. The finger pushed deep inside me, his knuckles grazing my fat pussy lips as he slowly dug his middle finger around, exploring the insides of my pussy. 

“Answer me”, Constable Guna said, a slight threat in his voice. 

“Ass…asshole sir”. Fuck. My pussy was so wet. 

“Good. Now take Anand’s cock out.”

“What…sir…. please don’t.”. I was looking at Constable Guna’s face, hoping for some mercy. Mr Ramana’s index finger was slowly pushing it’s way into my pussy, the wet hole was expanding around his fingers. Anand’s face was buried in my back, his hands trying to hold as much tit meat as he could, my nipples were starting to get sore from the constant pulling and pinching. In his own world, he wasn’t paying attention to anything that was happening around him. 

“Take it out now.”, his voice was cold. His right hand released his cock and reached to his belt on the chair beside him. The black cock was standing up on its own, pushing against his own stomach. He removed the leather strap cover of his baton and pulled it out, placing it on the table in front of him 

”Take Anand’s cock out or this goes up your asshole.”

**End of Part 13.**

[B1ryani]

**Part 14.**

“Sir…?”, I looked at the baton, the expression of fear obvious on my face, I felt my eyes starting to water. Mr Ramana’s index finger entered my pussy, the hole stretching wider to accommodate another finger. Fuck. Constable Guna had a dangerous look to him now as he leaned back on the chair again, placing his right hand back on his cock, gripping the base pulling down his foreskin. 

I reached my right arm back behind me and felt Anand’s shorts.

This caught him by surprise. He let my tits go and stood back a bit, a puzzled look on his face. “Sister..what? ..what are you doing…?”, he stammered, trying to avoid any eye contact with me as I turn my head towards him. Mr Ramana’s fingers were slowly increasing its pace, my pussy was flooded with juice. 

I found Anand’s hand and pulled him beside me, standing to my right. Both of us now stood facing Mr Ramana. I looked down at his shorts, the boner was still sticking out. Constable Guna remained quiet, watching my every move, slowly stroking his cock. Fuck this. I thought to myself. I slid my right hand into his shorts. I kept my mouth shut, afraid of Constable Guna’s baton, I felt a tear leave my left eye, rolling down my cheek. 

I wrapped my right hand around the base of Anand’s cock, my wrist resting on his thick pubes. Ok. I thought to myself, it didn’t feel that big. Let’s just get this over with. Gripping his cock, I let my thumb find the tip. Pushing into the thick foreskin covering his cock head, I found his pee hole and rubbed the finger around it. 


“Ahhh”, a little moan escaped Anand’s mouth as his eyes rolled back a little. Anand looked at my face, then pushed his pants down to his ankles. I looked down at my right hand, Anand had about 5 inches on him. I was just grateful it wasn’t so thick. I pulled the skin back revealing the pink head, covered in slimy precum. I let go of his cock. Mr Ramana’s fingers were fully working inside my pussy now, sliding in and out. 

“Stand behind her Anand”, Constable Guna said, setting the scene. 

Anand moved behind me, his cock was so hard it was facing upwards, pointing at the ceiling. He looked so confused, and a little disappointed. He probably thought I was going to keep rubbing his cock. He stood quietly, his right hand holding his meat, trying to hide it from Mr Ramana and Constable Guna. Mr Ramana slowly slid his fingers out of my pussy hole and looked at me, a smile on his face. 

“How did the man fuck your ass, ma? Standing up? I doubt he could reach, in a full train never the less.”, Constable Guna continued. “Wasn’t he fat? His cock wouldn’t have reached your asshole”, he sneered, looking at my face for the answer. He tightened his grip over his black cock. 

“He..he pushed me down, sir.” 

“On the floor? There was someone in front of you,no?”, Mr Ramana asked, his reached out with his right hand and cupped my left tit, his thumb gently moving in circles around my big areola, feeling every wrinkle and bump. 

“No sir..he…he pushed me onto the old man’s lap.” I saw Mr Ramana’s eyes widen, a small smile crept upon his face. His thumb was brushing against the hard nipple now. 

“Bend down”, I looked over at Constable Guna, then at the baton in front of him. Fuck. I didn’t want that thing inside me. “Put your head on Ramana Sir’s lap.”

Mr Ramana took his hand off my tit. I slowly spread my legs and arched my back, using my hands to steady myself on the arm rests of the chair, slowly lowering my face onto his lap. Mr Ramana took his glasses off and placed it on the table, then put his right hand on my head, brushing my hair back. I felt his cock bump my chin. 

“Then what did you do?”

I put my hand on Mr Ramana’s zipper and slowly pulled it down. The man wasn’t even wearing any underwear, his cock flopped out onto his pants. I put my right hand on the base of his cock, holding it steady. 

“What a good little slut…”, Mr Ramana whispered to me. 

I avoided his eyes. The cock looked to be about 6 inches long and skinny, curved to the side like a black banana. The foreskin was already down, the purplish pink head greeted my lips. Before anybody could say anything, I stuck my wet tongue out and placed it on the tip of his cock, sliding it around the pink pee hole. 

“Anand.” Constable Guna said out loud. 

“Guna sir?”. Anand was waiting patiently behind me, still holding his cock. Wondering what his role was for these very awkward scenes playing out in front of him. 

I wrapped my lips around Mr Ramana’s cock head, slowly moving my head down to the base. The curvy cock filling up my mouth. At least this didn’t taste as bad. Mr Ramana was stroking my hair. 

“Ahhhhhh”, a moan escaped his mouth as he closed his eyes.

“Put your cock inside her ass, Anand”.I heard Constable Guna say. Oh shit. My ass was dry as hell. I knew this was going to hurt. 

I took my mouth off Mr Ramana’s cock,“Sir….sir…my ass is dry sir…”, I pleaded. Looking up at Mr Ramana then at Constable Guna. 

Constable Guna picked up baton. “Either you take that, or this.”

I started to cry. Mr Ramana looked at my face, and wiped the tears off my cheeks. He lifted his ass from the chair a little bit and pulled his pants down to his knees. I watched his balls drop down ,hanging low between his legs. 

“Shhh, it’s ok, ma.”, he said, stroking my hair. “Just suck my cock like the good little slut that you are.”

I felt Anand’s hands on my butt cheeks as he spread it open, my little puckered hole staring him in the face. Holding my ass apart with one hand, and his cock in another, he guided the head to the hole, rubbing his precum at the entrance. 

Mr Ramana gripped my hair and forcefully pulled my head back.

“Owwwww”, fuck. My scalp was burning, I sniffled, tears rolling down my cheeks. I could feel Anand’s cock head forcing its way into my butt hole, pushing hard. 

“I said suck, you little whore.”, Mr Ramana looked me in the eyes.

Holding on tight to the chair arm rests, I took Mr Ramana’s curved cock back into my mouth. From the back, I felt Anand’s cock head enter my anus. “Mmmmpphhhhhhh..mmmphhhhhh”, I tried shouting with the cock in my mouth. It was so dry and painful. Mr Ramana put both his hands on my head, gripping my hair, and started to move his hips into my face, fucking my mouth. The cock head was hitting the back of my throat every time he thrusted into me. “mmmphh…mmph…”. 

From the back, Anand was spreading my ass cheeks wide, pushing his cock up my dry butthole. I looked up at Mr Ramana with his hard cock in my mouth, tears streaming down my face.

He smiled.


**End of Part 14.**

[B1ryani]

**Part 15.**

Anand pushed again, his hands gripping my hips tightly. I could feel his finger nails digging into my skin as his cock went deeper. His pubic hair was brushing against my ass now. I stopped sucking and buried my face into Mr Ramana’s pubic area, his cock still in my mouth, holding in the pain. He continued to thrust into my mouth, ignoring the tears. 

“Fuck her ass, Anand”, Constable Guna said, watching Anand, smiling widely, “Fuck the little bitch.”

“Ahh…Ahhhhhh…”, Anand moaned softly as he slowly started to move, grinding his hips against my butt cheeks. His cock slowly moving in and out of my asshole. I could feel my sore dry anus walls starting to burn. Fuck. It was so painful. “Ahh…Ahhh”, he was slowly increasing his pace. 

I bit into the base of Mr Ramana’s cock, trying to distract my mind from the pain in my rear. I closed my eyes and started to suck slowly. Mr Ramana stopped moving his hips, he was probably tired. My whole body started to sway, my tits swinging wildly under me as Anand started to increase his speed. 

“Ahhh fuckkkkkkk”, Mr Ramana moaned, his eyes closed again. “Suck it…suck it whore….”. His right hand slowly slapping my cheek, my tongue playing with his foreskin inside my mouth. 

“Ahhhh….Ahhh….Ahhh”, Anand continued to moan loudly as he thrusted his hips into my butt cheeks. The dirty cloth fell of his shoulder to our feet. Constable Guna was stroking his thick black cock faster now, watching us, a bit of pre cum exiting the head and dripping onto the floor. 

Tap….tap….tap…tap..tap..tap tap…the sound of his hips hitting my ass increasing in speed. 

“Ahhhhhhhhh,” Anand’s moaned loudly, his cock tensing in my butt hole. Cum started to fill me up. I lifted my mouth off Mr Ramana’s cock, arching my body. Anand was bent over, his face buried in my back as he released his seed into me. He kept cumming. God knows how long he has been holding in. Anand remained in this position for a while, letting his cock shrink inside me. 

He stood up straight again, stretching his body, slowly pulling his cock out of my asshole. Cum squirted out with a loud prrrt farting sound. Oh god. The humiliation was too much. I could feel the creamy liquid all over flowing down between my butt cheeks into my pussy and thighs. Thick goblets of white liquid in puddles on the floor. 

Constable Guna stood up suddenly, pushing the chair onto the floor. “You fucking idiot!”, he roared. Everyone remained still. Mr Ramana looked up at Constable Guna, his eyes curious as to what was going on. He angrily walked towards Anand, his thick black cock at a perfect 90-degree angle sticking out of his pants, leading him. He slapped Anand hard on the back of his head. 

“Owwww sirrrrr…owww”, Anand put his hands together at Constable Guna, looking at his feet. 

“I allowed you to fuck her!”, he shouted at Anand, standing in front of him. “Did I say you could cum ?!!!. I don’t want your fucking dirty cum inside her.”

“Sorry Guna sir….sorry sir…”, Anand pulled up his shorts and picked up the dirty cloth from the floor. Quickly wiping his cum off my thighs and ass crack. He got on his knees and started wiping the goo off the floor as well. I could feel his head bumping into my calf. 

Constable Guna reached down and held Anand's arm, pulling him up. His face nearly hitting the black cock as he stumbled upwards, a big wet patch on his shorts. “Fucking idiot.”, He repeated as he pushed Anand’s head again. “Clean the table and sit down quietly.”. Still gripping Anand’s arm, Constable Guna pulled him back to the other side of the table. He stood silently watching Anand place the glasses and the plate back on the tray.

Mr Ramana was looking at them, amused. I let my body fall on the floor and got on my knees, my legs numb from repeating the same position I was in the train. I could feel the stickiness between my butt cheeks, the sore little hole was aching really bad. I put my hands on my face, silently sobbing from the pain and humiliation I’m enduring.  

Mr Ramana stood up, watching Anand. “What a moron.”, he commented, rolling his eyes. Anand kept his eyes down, wiping the table with his cum stained dirty cloth then sitting back down on his chair. 

I felt Mr Ramana’s hand grip my hair, tugging it upwards. The stands pulling up against my scalp. 

“Owww…owwwwwww”, I looked up at him, my face grimacing in pain. 

“Get up, slut”

I slowly stood up. I was still sobbing silently, holding my head in pain. Looking around the room. 

“Get on the table”, He grabbed my wrist and pushed me back first on to the hard wooden edge. I put my hands on the table and lifted my ass, sitting down on the edge. What now. My tear-stained face looking at Mr Ramana. 

With both hands he pushed my shoulders until I fell back, my head reaching over the other end, hanging downwards upside down. I felt the tip of my hair hit the floor. Constable Guna removed his shoes, then lifting his legs, pulling off his pants and underwear. His black hairy balls dropped down, swinging and hitting his dark thighs as he moved around. My god. Those were huge as well. He unbuttoned his uniform, revealing a white singlet inside, the pot belly sticking out. He was looking at my face all the while. Anand remained quiet on his chair, watching me.

Mr Ramana pushed my legs apart, my pussy exposed towards him. I felt his fingers press against the fat lips, pushing the puffy meat aside to reveal the pink hole. He slowly put two fingers into the entrance and pulled it apart hard, stretching it. The skin felt like it was tearing. 

“Owwww….Sir….It hurts sir…please sir…”, I lifted my head, looking at him from between my breasts. Both my tits were lying down on the sides of my ribs, the dark nipples pointing straight up at the ceiling.  

I felt the two fingers enter the pink hole, he was very rough towards me now, forcing his way deep in. My face twisted, I closed my eyes, trying to hold in the pain. 

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk, you little bitch.” I heard Mr Ramana say from between my legs.

**End of Part 15. **

[B1ryani]

**Part 16.**

Constable Guna stood above me, looking down at me with a huge grin on his face. The thick black cock casting a shadow on my face. A large pulsing vein running from the base of the meat along the foreskin. The head was wet with his precum. I felt his hairy hanging ball sack hit my forehead as he positioned my head between his thighs.

“Open your mouth bitch.”, he sneered at me. 

I looked up at him in fear, slowly opening my mouth. He held his balls up with his right hand and took position above me, letting them drop into my mouth. Oh my god, my eyes widened as his scrotum fell in, the hairs sticking to my tongue. He lowered his body a little bit, making sure the entire sack was being swallowed by me. The base of his cock rubbing against my chin, the tip of my nose touching his hairy asshole. It tasted so salty. I was suffocating, his thighs were pushed against the sides of my head. I could barely breathe. I closed my mouth around the base and slowly sucked on the hairy sack. 

“Hmmmm….ahhhhh.”, I heard Constable Guna moan. His hand hitting my chin as he slowly stroked his cock, enjoying the feeling of his balls getting suckled by me. I could feel the two little testes hitting the back of my head. 

Mr Ramana pulled his wet fingers out of my pussy. I felt his cock touching the base of my pussy, just above the asshole. He slowly pushed upward, rubbing the length of his curved cock in between the fat pussy lips. I felt the tip of his cock rubbing against my clit. 

“I’ve been waiting to fuck this little slut from the moment I saw her.”, Mr Ramana said out loud. Degrading me even more. 

I heard Constable Guna grunt in agreement, enjoying the ball massage he was receiving from my mouth. 

His cock slowly started to push against my pussy hole. I closed my eyes, mentally preparing myself for the pain, Constable Guna grabbed my wrists, holding me down for Mr Ramana to enter me. Constable Guna’s asshole was rubbing against my nose now. Fuck. This was disgusting. I couldn’t even hold my breath with the hairy ball sack in my mouth.

Mr Ramana’s cock entered me.

“Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh.”, a moan escaped him as he pushed the entire length of his cock into my wet pussy. “Fuck, Guna. The bitch is tight.”, he said. Stopping as the base of his cock reached my pussy lips. He put his hands on my hips, leaning forward, preparing to pound me. 

Constable Guna released my hands and slowly moved back, the now wet slimy ball sack exiting my mouth, hitting my nose and forehead. He looked down at me, the black cock swinging left to right and laughed. I took a deep breath, panting hard, feeling fresh oxygen enter my lungs.

“How did my balls taste bitch?”, he looked at me. My chest heaving as I continued to take deep breaths. I looked to my right, Anand was watching, avoiding eye contact with me. He looked down at the floor as I gazed at his face, hoping he would find the courage to save me from these two men. 

“Did my asshole smell good?”, he chuckled at himself. I felt my lips trembling. I was going to cry again. 

Pap!.I felt Mr Ramana’s cock move out then slide back in. His hips hitting the base of my squished ass flattened by the table. 

Pap!.....Pap!....Pap!….Pap!..Pap!..Pap!.Pap!Pap!...the sound of our flesh hitting each other becoming louder and faster as he increased his pace. His cock disappearing deep into my pussy with every thrust. 

“Open your mouth”, I looked up at Constable Guna. He was gripping his cock with his left hand, pointing it at my face.

“I said open bitch”, he reached out with his right hand. I watched the hand swing towards me fast as it made contact with my cheek, slapping me hard. 

“Owwwwwwww.”, I screamed, crying again, I could feel wet snot exiting my nose. “Sir…sir….don’t hurt me…please sir….”. I was crying really hard now, my right hand holding my burning cheek. “Please sir….please…” , I said in between sobs. 

Pap!Pap!Pap!Pap!. Mr Ramana was holding a steady pace now, fucking me with all his might. I felt his grip on my hips tighten, my tits gently swinging upwards, bouncing to every thrust. 

“Open.”, Constable Guna looked me dead in the eye.

“…yes…sir….”, Still holding my cheek, I opened my mouth. 

“Fucking slut.”, he said, pulling his foreskin back, he positioned the fat black mushroom head on my lips, rubbing it slightly before pushing it into my mouth. He put his right hand on my face, gripping my jaw, holding it open as he pushed the thick meat into my mouth. I felt the inches fill up my mouth, I started to gag, the cock was choking me as more meat slid down my tongue. My head was now at a 90-degree angle over the end of the table, the hard edge poking into the back of my neck. The head hit the back of my mouth before sliding down my throat until all 7 inches of his cock entered my mouth, my chin now resting on his thick pubic hair. Tears were rolling down my head onto my hair. 

Constable Guna leaned forward, his pot belly pressing down on my neck and shoulder blades. Oh god. I couldn’t breathe. I felt Constable Guna’s hands reach the sides of my swaying tits, holding as much tit meat as he could in the palm of his hands. 

“The man was right. You have some really big fat cow tits for a little bitch”, he said, pushing my breasts together on my chest, the large areolas rubbing against each other. His grip on my tits tightening as he tried to make the hard nipples touch each other. Anand kept quiet, silently watching these two men have their way with me, abusing my body. 

“Mmmmphhhhhh…..mmmphhhhh….mmmmphhh.”, I tried to cry out for help. He squeezed my tits really hard, then let them fall back down to my sides. 

Constable Guna started to laugh. “Fucking cow. My god. Look at these udders.”. He pulled my left tit up by my nipple, twisting the hard nub with his thumb and index finger, his right hand slapping the meat, watching it jiggle. I could see white spots appearing in front of my eyes, as I struggled to stay conscious. I couldn’t cry any more. There was nothing left, my tear ducts were dry. 

“Fuck her mouth Guna.”, Mr Ramana said, as he continued to pound my sore pussy hole.  

“Yes,Ramana sir ”, he gripped both nipples with his hands, pinching into my areolas and pulled them up, looking at it. I felt his hard cock twitch in my mouth, hitting the ceiling of my mouth. “Are you enjoying this, slut?”, he asked me as he let my tits fall back. 

Constable Guna straightened his back, standing straight again. I felt his hands hold on to the table, touching my shoulders slightly. 

“Mmphh….mmmphhhh.”, I was struggling with the big shaft in my mouth. These two men were spit roasting me, a cock in my body at each end. 

Constable Guna slowly started to move his hips, his eyes looking up at the ceiling. I felt the fat cock head exit my throat into my mouth, then push its way back down my throat again. His pace started to increase as well, matching Mr Ramana’s rhythm. I tried to catch my breath every time the cock head reached my mouth. They maintained this motion for a few minutes, both of them moaning in unison. 

“Ahhh shitttt….this sluts mouth feels so good….”, Constable Guna said softly to himself.  

Pap!Pap!Pap!Pap!Pap!.. “Ahhhh fuuuucckkkkkkkkkkk”, Mr Ramana’s cock tensed in my pussy before releasing his cum into me, the creamy liquid filling up my hole. He collapsed onto my stomach, panting hard. His cock getting soft inside my pussy. “Oh god…this bitch’s pussy was so tight….”

Mr Ramana slowly pushed himself up, the flaccid cock sliding out of my pussy with ease as thick cum exited my pussy hole, flowing down to my anus. 

Mr Ramana stood there for a while, catching his breath “Oh fuck Guna. You have to try her pussy Guna.”

Constable Guna looked down at the cum flowing out of the pink hole, my dark pussy lips were squished to the side from the pounding I received. 

“You had fun, Ramana sir?”, Constable Guna sneered, not taking his eyes off my abused pussy. “The asshole?”

Mr Ramana put his hands up, “Let me catch my breath Guna”, his voice shaking a little. He pointed at my dripping pussy… “Sorry for the mess”

Constable Guna laughed out loud as he pulled his cock out of my mouth. I gasped loudly, breathing as hard as I could again the minute the fat head exited my lips. I lay on the table limp. I was tired. I didn’t have the energy to move. Both my ass and pussy were so sore, my mouth was numb. I didn’t know how much more I could take. 

Panting heavily, I looked at Anand again. The bastard has his chair turned facing me and Constable Guna, his shorts back down at his feet, rubbing his cock. He was masturbating watching them enjoy me. I cursed him in my head.

**End of Part 16.**