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In Custody
by Alisha (address withheld)
Edited by Fdisk32
***
A girl along with two friends goes under custody for
participating in a strike. The experiences they
suffered is the story. (FF, nc, bi, india)
***
Indian universities are infamous for student unrest and
agitation. Universities have become political
playgrounds of the different political parties. Each
party is interested in campus politics as a means of
recruiting youths. Feuds between political parties
often end up in street fighting, arson, and murders.
The youth do not learn lessons from their ancestors’
suffering, but for clever and cunning persons, colleges
are well suited to building their political ambitions,
and soon they get elevated in national politics and
often become ministers, but they are very few in
number.
Most of the students who indulge in political
activities at colleges spoil there careers and end up
either as goons for their respective parties or get
accused in murder cases and spend rest of their time in
jails.
I became a scapegoat of campus politics and
miraculously escaped out of it.
This story is based on my experiences in custody.
***
I was studying for law at a government college. Our
college is infamous for its student unrest, and many of
our dropouts have become big political personalities,
business magnates, or infamous thugs.
One day the leader of a communist youth outfit in our
college came to our class and lectured about students’
immediate need for revising curriculum, decrease in
fee, etc., and sought our help in a march.
He explained that the presence of girls would increase
the glamour for the march, and media publicity would be
high. We girls all agreed to his idea, if it was done
in a peaceful manner. He told us that they would not
use anything other than beautiful placards for display
at the march. Little did we know that this was a
devious plot to score a political vendetta against the
ruling party by the opposition (communist).
The march started from our college at 10:30 AM. We had
to walk about 2 kilometers to reach the minister's
office to submit our demands. There were about 100 boys
and 20 girls in the march. In the front row, my two
close friends and I were carrying a banner with our
demands.
My friends, Susan and Sharon are two charming girls.
They had so many admirers in the college that they were
reluctant to join the march and demonstration, as their
family background is of peace loving Christian families
who hated communism. Therefore, if there family found
out about their daughters leading a march on a public
road, they would be shocked, and there was a chance
that their entire study will be stopped, but I
persuaded them, giving assurance that the march will be
peaceful and that we would be the stars of the possible
media coverage.
Being law students, we could not shy away from politics
and struggles. They finally agreed to my arguments, and
we three stayed together in one room in the hostel.
Susan and Sharon came from big farming families about
200 km away from our college. There was not much chance
for their relatives finding out about our agitation, so
we took the risk in a gala mood.
After one kilometers of our march, we got really tired
of walking. We were not used to such long walks, as we
normally only traveled by scooter or car. Our
colleagues bought mineral water, Pepsi etc. to refresh
us and keep our spirits up.
When we continued our march after taking a rest, I
noticed some new faces joined in the march. They didn’t
look like students from our college. They had rough
faces and were older than we were.
In law colleges students are of different ages, so it
is not distinguishable to select students from a bunch,
but the newly joined members were shouting slogans as
if they were well experienced, and most of their
slogans were different from our student issues, being
of a more political nature. They were also abusing the
officials and police.
I called our union leader and asked about the presence
of members other than students in our march. He told me
that they were members of a political outfit
sympathetic to our cause, and that they were well
experienced in shouting slogans, and since we students
were pretty tired and without good slogans, our match
would loose its charm.
***
After about thirty minutes, we reached the minister's
office. There was a heavy police presence at the gate.
There were women constables and policemen with glass
shields and big batons in their hands.
Another thing I noticed was that most of our charming
union leaders were missing from the march, and most of
the faces surrounding us were the rough looking people
from the supporting political group, and we girls were
pushed to the front of the march by this other group.
I felt something wrong here, but we were at the end of
the march, and after we submitted our demands, we could
safely leave.
Susan and Sharon were thrilled at the sight of the
police and media people around them, and they were
shouting slogans far better than I was.
Then one of our leaders started talking about our
demands, but soon he started changing the subject, and
finally his talk was full of abuses against the
officials and present ruling party and police.
I felt shame for joining such a demonstration where
there was no standard of discipline like when we first
started the march.
One high-ranking police officer came to us and asked
two or three people to come forward to meet with the
ministers, and all the others should sit there or move
away without disrupting traffic.
While he was speaking to us in a pleasant tone, some
stones were thrown at him from our procession. Soon the
atmosphere changed and students or other hooligans
started throwing soda water bottles and stone at the
police.
The police officer took his megaphone and asked us to
disperse immediately, otherwise they would have to use
force.
Soon ladies at the back row were seen running away from
the march in fear of violence, but we could not skip
like that, as we were holding banners and people were
pushing us forward toward the police.
Soon police started beating us with their batons. I saw
Sharon hit on her shoulder by a policeman, and she
became violent. She attacked the policeman, and he
called his woman counterparts to arrest us.
One woman constable caught Sharon by her hair and took
her to a nearby jeep. This brutal act boiled my blood.
I felt I was responsible for Sharon’s trouble, and I
jumped to rescue her from the hands of the policewoman,
and I grabbed hold of her sari. Unfortunately, the
policewomen of India wear their national costume sari
instead of the more suitable pants even on occasions
where a sari would inhibit their speed of motion.
My attack on the policewoman was quite unexpected to
her. She fell down on the road, and another policewoman
rushed at me. I saw through the corner of my eyes that
Susan was also trying to rescue Sharon from the police
jeep.
There were big fights taking place behind us between
police and students and hooligans. There was a heavy
commotion, and I heard our friends crying after being
beaten by police.
Most of the girls managed to escape, as there were no
policewomen near them, and policemen did not dare to
touch them.
The policewoman who fell down at the road felt
humiliated and stood up and charged at me, but her sari
was falling down, and her legs got tangled, and
somebody snatched her sari away from her. Now she was
wearing only her under garment, which was a loose old
skirt. Her humiliation was quite predictable.
We immediately knew that our escape could only be
possible if we could prevent this policewoman from
arresting us. Policemen would not touch us, and the
struggle was getting more fierce, and there were sure
to be more police arriving any instant.
Susan and I snatched other policewoman's saris, and
soon three of them were shying away from the media men
and us as they struggled half-naked in a public place.
Susan and I proceeded into the jeep and managed to get
Sharon away. At that time, I felt a blow on my head
from behind. I turned and saw a policeman had hit my
head with his baton. Soon I felt blood in my hands, and
I collapsed and lost my senses.
When I regained consciousness, I was lying in a big
police van. I looked around and saw that both Susan and
Sharon were also there, and many women constables were
sitting watching us. Somebody had put a bandage on my
head, and the van was heading slowly to a hospital.
They took me to the government doctor and checked my
injury. It was a minor one and he bandaged me. I looked
at my watch and saw it was 3.00 PM. They then proceeded
to take us to the court.
When we reached the court, we saw a lot of media men
and most of our friends gathered there shouting
slogans. One leader came to me and said there was
nothing to worry about, and they would let us out on
bail as soon as the court starts its session.
I did not say anything. I felt deeply ashamed and
embarrassed at having to appear before a court. As a
law student, I was well aware that the charges going to
be put against us would be obstructing a police officer
on duty, and if they charged us with assaulting a
police officer, we would surely be punished with six
months imprisonment, and it would be end of our career.
It all depended on how the police would frame their
case.
Our leader told me again that they had talked to the
minister, and we would most probably be released with a
warning. I could not believe his words. Susan and
Sharon were weeping at their misfortune. I felt guilty
looking at them. They might be perhaps cursing me
silently.
The magistrate came to his bench, and he started
calling the cases one by one. From my experience, I
knew that if our charges were minor, we would be called
first, and we could go home on bail.
Even if the charges were high, it was possible to get
bail, as the court would not order three college girls
to prison, and there was time for our advocates to
argue our case, but the police were playing another
trick. They did not submit our case records to the
magistrate and were saying that the officer in charge
was missing.
I guessed they were asking for time to frame a strong
case, but the police were acting wiser. It was a
Friday. They were forced not to charge us with strong
cases, as it would ruin our future. At the same time,
they wanted to teach a lesson to us.
The entire police force was angry at out attempts to
disrobe the policewomen, and most of them were
demanding to press a strong case against us. Thus,
police were in a dilemma.
At about 4:45 PM they submitted our case before
magistrate, and we were charged with a pretty minor
case of obstructing a police officer on duty and
illegal assembly. We were happy, and we were sure to
get bail as soon as the case was presented.
The magistrate asked for our names and educational
background and about our family. Then he asked about
any misbehavior on the part of the police against us.
He asked whether they beat us in the jeep, etc.
Our advocate seemed impatient and was looking at his
watch. Then I remembered that with the impending
weekend, if the magistrate did not give us bail, we
might have to stay in custody for through the weekend.
The magistrate was an old man, and he seemed very calm
and slow in his proceedings.
Then Sharon did a mistake. She told magistrate that she
was kicked in the jeep by a policewoman. The magistrate
was furious on hearing this point. He asked the police
officer to check whether the allegation was true, and
the officer reported that the policewomen had left
office, and he need time to check the facts.
The police were acting clever. I could see that all the
policewomen were standing around the court.
The Magistrate looked at the clock and saw that it was
5:00 PM, and our case was still pending. He declared
that he would look into the matter on Monday, and till
that time, he asked police to keep us in safe custody,
and he instructed them not to hurt us in any way.
Our advocate frantically asked him for bail saying that
there was no space for ladies in a police station, and
we would be harassed by them, but the magistrate said
that he would like to punish the persons who kicked
Sharon, and therefore he cannot grant bail, but he
would surely consider it on Monday.
He directed police to keep us in a women's police
station or at a juvenile home and instructed that we
should not be harassed whatever may be the cause and
should be submitted before court on Monday at 10:00 AM
sharp. The court was over for the day.
Our union leaders came to us and expressed their grief
and helplessness. I was getting a feeling that they
were happy about our custody, and that they were
planning to agitate more tomorrow on our cause. They
had already started throwing stones at buses and
disrupting traffic. Media men were also taking pictures
of us, and one media man asked me to tear my blouse a
bit so that he could get a snap of me wearing torn
clothes, that it may be proof of police atrocity
against us.
I denied his requests and proceeded to walk into the
van waiting for us.
We three were taken to a newly opened police station
manned only by women. When we reached the station, it
was evening. There was a change of duty going on. The
employees of day shift were handing over charges to the
night shift personnel.
The inspector in charge was a lady about 6 ft tall with
a body of an athlete. She was writing something when we
reached there. Her deputy was standing at attention
near her.
It was our first time visiting a police station, and we
were trembling with fear, but we thought we might not
have to face any problems, as it was a police station
manned by women, and it was a model police station as
per the government notification.
We three were taken to the reporting officer in charge.
She was a mature lady of 45 years and was sympathetic
to us. She asked our names, age, charges, and noted
them in a register. She scolded us for behaving badly
and participating in such agitations without thinking
of our future.
"You fools, if you are charged with assaulting a police
officer, you could get six months and can never get a
government job."
We did not say anything. Then she asked us to sign in
the register and asked a constable to take us to the
inspector. She asked her to measure our weight, etc.,
and give us uniform to wear before taking to the
inspector. We were separated and taken to separate
areas of the station.
I was taken to a room with one lady was sitting there.
She asked me to remove my clothes. I looked at her for
getting uniforms to wear, but she was not looking at me
and was scribbling something in a register.
I did not know what to do. She had not offered anything
for me to change into.
After a few seconds, she lifted her eyes and shouted,
"What are you waiting for? Remove your clothes and
stand on the weighing machine."
I told her I need something to change into.
"Obey orders! You will get your uniform in the next
room," she said, and again started writing.
I decided to obey. I had to obey or else they could do
whatever they wanted to me. I removed my shirt, jeans,
and shoe. I was standing wearing only my bra and
panties.
"You rascal, remove all clothes and put them in a
pile," she shouted again.
I fumbled with the hooks of my bra, yanked my panties
away, arranged all my clothes in a neat pile, and stood
before her in my birthday suit. She was inspecting me
with hungry eyes. She asked me to stand on the weighing
machine, and read the weight to her. I read 55 kg and
told her.
"Only 55? You look more. See your fat ass and tits? Let
me see."
Saying this she slapped me in my buttocks. She then
looked at the reading, and while looking at the reading
she pressed my breasts with her arms.
"Okay, go to next room. You will get a uniform there,
and after putting it on, you are to meet the
inspector."
I walked hurriedly in the hope that I could soon cover
myself. I saw a woman in a uniform sitting there and
asked her for my uniform.
"Uniform? Oh yes, ah, we don't have a good one at
present. I have been told to get some from the store.
You go and meet the inspector and come back. By that
time your uniform will be ready," she said.
I was at the end of my wits. I cursed myself for all my
faults and entered the inspector's room.
The inspector was still writing, and her deputy was
standing at attention near her. They did not look at
me. I did not know what to do. I coughed and tried to
catch their attention. Then a side door was open and
two ladies entered the room. They obviously looked like
two inmates of the station. They were ugly looking and
were crying and abusing each other.
"What is this nonsense? Again problems?" the inspector
asked them.
One policewoman entered the room and said, "Madam,
these two bitches started fighting once again."
Nobody was paying me any attention. Here I was standing
completely naked for the past fifteen minutes, and
nobody gave any care.
"What is your problem, Omana?" she asked the elderly
lady.
"Sir, Sarada scratched me, and she bit on my tits,"
Omana said.
"You filthy bitches, you want to be fucked all the
time, no? You can't live without a pole between your
legs, you cunt suckers. Constable, remove their clothes
and give them ten slaps each."
The constable removed their clothes around the waist,
and I could see two more pussies. Both of them were
shaved. They didn’t have any hair on their pussies.
Then the constable used a cane and gave them ten
beatings on their buttocks. They never showed any pain
and were standing unabashedly looking at my nudity.
I was terribly upset. I could feel their hungry looks
at my pussy and wondered how could I spend a night if I
was put with them. Surely, they would attack my pussy
if they got the opportunity. I could see they are two
sex-starved bitches. They were looking at me like a
tigress eyeing a deer.
"Take them to their cells. Don't give them food today,"
the inspector said, and the constable took them away
through the side door. Then the inspector looked at me
for the first time.
"Who are you, shameless bitch, without any clothes? Is
this a police station or Kovalam beach?" she asked me
in a harsh voice.
(Kovalam is a beach where foreigners bath nude.)
"I did not get any uniform, madam," I said.
"Who are you, bitch? Say that first," she said.
Then a policewoman, whom I had just seen before
entering this room, entered and told the inspector.
"Madame, she is one of the students who attacked us at
secretariat and threw stones at us."
"Oho, so you are the one who snatched our dress and
humiliated before the public? Where are the others?"
she asked, then the side door once again opened and
Susan and Sharon entered.
Susan was as completely naked as I was, and Sharon was
keeping her hands fixed on her panties.
"So these are the bitches that dared to attack police.
Strip them all nude," the inspector was roaring.
Sharon was protesting, and the constable moved to
snatch her panties away. I could not understand why
Sharon was making again problems. We were all women
here, and nothing was going to happen if she also
became nude. Anyway, her two friends are there stark
naked to give her company.
The constable gave her one slap and yanked her panties
away in one swift move. Everyone was looking eagerly at
Sharon's pussy. I could not suppress my laughter. The
reason was that Sharon's pussy was shaved, and she
shaved in a fashion that a tuft of hair was kept at the
upper side of her pubis, and it looked like an 'S'.
Everybody in the room was laughing after they saw the
artwork of poor Sharon at her pussy. I could not guess
how she did it without giving us any clue. It was
evident that she had done it at the hostel after taking
so much time and care.
Sharon was blushing red, and she was looking at me
angrily as if I was the root cause of all of her
embarrassment. If she had not complained to the
magistrate about police abuse, we could have got bail
before 5 PM. I consoled myself that it was our destiny
to spend two days in a police lock up and suffer all
humiliation.
The police inspector asked the deputy to give us our
own clothes and send us to some hygienic cells. We were
dressed and taken to cells. Susan and I were put into
one cell that already had two inmates in it. They were
the quarrelling women whom I had seen earlier in the
inspector's room. Sharon was put into another cell.
We were served the dinner in an aluminum plate. It was
some bread made of wheat floor and some vegetable
curry. I had never eaten such horrible food in my life.
I started to throw it away, but the other inmates
warned us that it would be improper to throw away food,
and if the policewomen saw it, they would punish us. I
did not know what to do. Then the other inmates took
our plates and ate the food we had left. We then washed
the plates and returned.
The room was an old one, and there were lot of
mosquitoes. There was no bed and we only got two
pillows. They were as old as the station and were
smelling of urine and shit. There was a closet at one
end of the room to urinate, and it was all broken and
dirty. There was no privacy anyway. There was a dim
light which could not be switched off. We were given
one old blanket for two people. We were wearing our
jeans and shirt, and there was no fan or any air
circulation in the room. It was heavily suffocating to
stay there even for one night.
After the plates were taken away, Sarada proceeded to
urinate before all of us. She sat on the commode and
relieved herself. She did it as if she had enough
privacy. I could see her pussy and ass and even the
urinating hole. I prayed God for not invoking a call of
nature to me for the night. Then Susan told me that she
wanted to urinate, and I should stand before her and
offer a cover. Susan lowered her jeans and panties and
sat on the commode to urinate, and I stood there as a
cover.
I was sent to the corner of the room by a sudden pull
followed by a beating.
It was those ladies.
"Oh, you bitches feel too shy to piss before us? Behind
prison walls there is no privacy or modesty. We are
bored with seeing our old pussies for past two weeks.
We want to see your young pussies, bitches. Not only
see your pussies, we will suck them too. You bitches,
you think you can sleep tonight? Well you are mistaken.
We will fuck you bitches until you shit in this room."
We were shocked to hear such a bold remark from our
inmates. They both were stronger than we were and
uncivilized. Our only hope was to call the police guard
and ask for a change of room. We then cried loudly, and
one policewoman came to our room with a baton in hand.
"You bitches starting again? What the hell do you want,
fucking sluts? I want some peace of mind." She was
furious.
I then told her what the inmates told to us and asked
her for a change of room.
"Ha ha ha, what do you think you two are, two
princesses? You sluts, you better stay in this room and
obey them. All sluts are equal to us. These two have
not attacked any of us, but I heard you two have
attacked us and snatched our clothes, and now you two
want separate room. What for, bitches, to suck between
your pussies? I know you both were sucking each other
at the hostels. Today you both suck their pussies. Fuck
you, filthy assholes! sluts!
“I don't have to hear your complaints, but let me
advise you. You better stay in this room. These two are
better than others. Let me tell you, we have allotted a
better room to you, since you two are obeying us and
did not complain, but your other friend is now put in a
room with seven ladies. All of them are criminals and
murderers, and I bet they must have fucked her hell out
by now. Let us see her condition tomorrow. I will be
surprised if she can stand up and walk, and all those
bitches were craving for a young pussy for past one
month. Ha ha ha." Saying this she left us.
"My God, what will we do? The police are playing their
games. They are taking revenge on us. We cannot
complain now. The police are behaving nice to us, but
the inmates are already punished and court will not do
anything more to them. Most probably, the police may be
persuading them to put their hands on us. Anyway, we
are in a terrible mess," I told Susan.
"Time for everybody to sleep. No talking anymore," came
a command followed by a whistle and the light on the
corridors were gone.
We were looking for a place to sleep. All we had with
us was a blanket. We looked at the other two. Sarada
removed her blouse followed by her other clothes and
stood there naked and put an old mat on the floor.
Omana also repeated the same, and they hugged each
other and were kissing and fondling each other’s tits.
They proceeded to lie on the mat and soon one rolled
over the other woman and started pressing their pussies
and grinding each other. They were acting like husband
and wife, and now there was no quarrel between them.
Both were eager to please the other.
I looked at Susan, and she grinned at me. We never had
thought of lesbian relations in our room. We were
respecting each other, and we never felt any lesbian
urges, but the sight before us made us too horny.
They were not paying any attention to us. They were
fucking each other in rhythm, making sexy sounds and
grunting.
Susan and I put one side of the blanket on floor and
placed ourselves on it and tried to cover us using the
remaining part of blanket. We were pretty tired and
most humiliated and fell asleep fast. Then I heard some
wild cries from some other rooms.
It sounded like our friend, Sharon. We stood up and
concentrated, but we did not hear anything more. Then
we proceeded to sleep once again.
I must have been seeing nightmares. I saw myself in my
dreams snatched away from my bed and taken to another
castle. I was a princess, and a prince was hugging and
kissing me. I was getting terribly aroused. I was
getting nude, and my prince was kissing my neck and
pressing my boobs.
Suddenly I opened my eyes. I took time to estimate
where I was. I was becoming conscious and saw that I
was sleeping in the mat with Sarada, and we both were
naked. It was not my prince kissing me, but it was
Sarada pinching my nipples. I tried to look at Susan
for help.
I saw Susan was also without a stitch of clothes on,
and her mouth was gagged by Omana's firm hands. Omana
was lying on top on Susan, and her black thighs were
rubbing Susan's pussy. Susan was struggling to escape
from the iron wrath of her attacker. Soon I saw her
reversing her body's position, she and attacked Susan's
pussy with her tongue. At the same time my asshole was
penetrated by Sarada's fingers. She was fucking my ass
and pussy with her fingers.
I tried to shake her out, but I soon lost my attempts,
and I was surprised that I was getting a pleasure at
the expert hands of Sarada, which I never before had in
my life.
I looked at Susan. My God, I could not believe it. My
aristocratic friend, Susan, was sucking a prostitute's
pussy! They were doing a sixty-nine! Soon I was forced
to sleep on my back, and Sarada lay herself over me and
began grinding her pussy on my. Her hairless mound was
making pleasure to my pussy. She was expertly hitting
my vagina's top using her pelvic bone. Soon all my
anger was subdued.
I remembered the old saying: "If you can't resist a
rape, well then lay and enjoy."
We had no other hope. There was nobody to hear our
complaints and save us. The next day was Saturday. We
may have to spend one more day in this room with these
ladies. I felt sympathy for them, thinking that they
had been staying in this dungeon for months.
Our inmates were satisfied by their conquest over us
and were happy to see that both of us did not offer any
more resistance. We were participating in their wild
acts. This made them immensely happy. I too started
loving sex from same sex. I planned to repeat it with
Susan as soon as we escaped from this place.
We were awakened by our inmates, and they told us to
dress and get ready for morning chores. We were taken
to a lavatory outside the lock up. There we had to
stand in a queue. We were looking for Sharon. Then we
saw her coming out of another lavatory. She was
pathetic to look at. All her charm had gone in one day.
She ran to us and hugged us and cried, "Oh dear
friends, this is most cruel. Those ladies all fucked me
last night. I tried to fight them single-handed. See my
condition?"
She opened her shirt so that we could see so many
bruises and red marks on her chest, and her nipples
looked swollen as if some wild cat had bit there.
"I did not sleep for an instant last night," she said,
and wept for a long time.
There were about twenty inmates in the police station.
All of them were middle aged, around 40-45, and all
were feasting their eyes on us. I never thought women
could look and behave like men in heat seeing us.
Then we were taken to the bathroom. There was not a
single room to bathe. It was like a small hall in which
six showers were running. Policewoman on guard told us
we better hurry, because after 9 o'clock the water will
be stopped.
We took one big towel at our midriff covering our
breasts and pussies. When we entered the bath, ten
ladies were standing under the shower. No one bothered
to cover their nudity. They all were having a common
bath without any stitch of clothes on them. Some of
them were soaping each other or plainly speaking
milking each other using soap foam.
"Hurry, hurry, the water will stop now," the guard told
us.
Susan, Sharon, and I proceeded to stand under a shower
which was now empty and walked towards it. Then some
women snatched the towels from our body and pushed us
ahead. Soon I was taken inside to another shower, and
both of my friends disappeared in a crowd of nude
women. I felt so many hands on my body. Some were
massaging my breasts, some were soaping my neck, some
were lathering my pussy.
One lady about the age of my grandma came forward
smiling at me from the crowd, and I looked at her for
some possible help, but she kneeled before me and
started sucking my pussy after saying, "I was longing
to eat a fresh pussy!"
By the time my bath was over, I might have been sucked
by about ten women, and all of them had milked me, and
my breasts were starting to hang. I looked in search of
others. I saw Susan lying naked under a shower, and the
grandma who was sucking me was rubbing her old pussy on
Susan's face. And there were two faces deeply buried in
Susan's lap.
I looked for Sharon. She was nowhere to be seen. I
looked at the guard. She was standing there as if
nothing unusual had happened.
After I had bathed, I was taken to another room along
with Susan. I saw Sharon there crying loud. We were
clad in towels. Then one lady came forward and removed
my towel and applied soap to my pussy. Within a few
minutes my pussy was neatly shaved! I tried to protest,
but she told me that it was customary to shave all
inmates so that they would be hygienic and clean.
Susan was also shaved following me. We looked at
Sharon. She still had her naughty 'S' on her pubis. I
asked the lady why she had left Sharon like that.
She grinned at me. "I am a barber, and I love artworks.
Our inspector wants to see it again."
We three were taken to the inspector. She was behaving
nice on that day. She asked about our previous night
and whether it was comfortable for us.
Comfortable, my foot! But I knew that she was asking
for sake of routine, and in a way, she was mocking at
us. We said it was okay, but Sharon again started
crying and told her to move to some other room or allow
her to stay with us.
"But how is that possible? There are already four
persons allotted the room," she said.
Sharon boldly asked her to move one inmate to her room
and allow her to stay with us.
"Oh, you're not learning, dear girl. Did I invite you
to sleep here? You'are still behaving badly. I'm sure
you will once again complain to the magistrate about
us, but you're again making problems for yourself. If
we charge your with a strong case nobody can save you
from imprisonment for up to six months, and life in a
prison can be real hell. If you compare the lock up
with prison, here it is a paradise. Have you thought of
how did you landed up here without an easy bail? In a
male dominated world, no male likes to see adventurous
girls. All of them want to nip them in bud. The
magistrate also wished to teach you a lesson. Your boys
also cheated you. Why did it happen that no boys were
arrested and put in custody?"
She was arguing a point which I felt was correct.
"The two days will teach you a good lesson. You will
think from now on before you act on such an adventure.
I have got orders from the top to make you three suffer
to the maximum, but if you co-operate with me, I can
save you. I can make your charges to a bare minimum, so
that you will be left with a warning and no bail and no
need of appearing again in a court."
We nodded our consent. She then asked Sharon if she
could sleep alone.
Sharon agreed.
"Then take her to our interrogating room tonight. You
two can stay at our observation room for the night, but
there will not be much comfort."
We agreed with her and promised her to obey whatever
she told to us.
"Okay then leave to your cells, I will call you after
dinner."
We were once again sent to our rooms.
Our inmates were eager to share one more night with us.
Susan and I did not reveal to them that they were not
going to get us tonight. They told us about how they
were cheated by men and how they ended up in the
world's oldest profession, and they told us that the
inspector is a nice woman, and if we do her needs, she
would help us. She then grinned wickedly at us.
Anyway, Susan and I were determined to please her and
escape from this mess.
After dinner, we three were once again taken to the
inspector's room, and there were only three persons
with the inspector, her deputy, and a constable. The
constable was a heavy built black lady whom we had not
seen last night.
"Ok girls, tonight is probably your last night here.
Ok, who is Sharon? I have heard you are an artist. You
shave pussies and engrave letters there. Is it true?
Well, art is for others to see, dear. Show us your
creative work," the inspector said to us, smilingly.
We were looking at Sharon. Frankly speaking, we too had
been wishing to see her pussy once again with the 'S'.
We were discussing how she had done it and why. Sharon
was standing there with a grim face. Then the constable
came forward and unbuttoned her jeans and yanked her
panties along with it. Sharon flinched for an instant.
She pushed the constable away. The push was just a
slight one, but Sharon was unfortunate, and the
constable lost her balance and fell on the floor. The
inspector got angry and slapped Sharon on her face.
"You bitch! Take her to the interrogation room and
teach her a good lesson," she ordered the constable
furiously.
The constable also slapped Sharon and took her away.
The inspector and her deputy took us to the adjacent
room. It was the observation room. There was a full
paneled glass on one wall, and we could see the room
down below.
"This is observation room. We sit here and watch the
culprits interrogated in the room down below. We can
watch them without them seeing us. Then we can decide
on strategies to learn truth from them. You two being
law students should be aware of these things. We cannot
get truth without some physical interrogation
techniques."
The deputy was giving a lecture to me. She was standing
behind me. Then we saw Sharon and the constable
appearing into the interrogation room down below. We
could not hear what they were talking.
"Look down. Let’s see your friend's artwork."
I turned to see the inspector asking Susan to watch
down below. Susan was looking through the glass at our
mutual friend. The inspector was sitting on a high
stool just behind her.
We were surprised to see Sharon begging the constable.
We understood that she was feeling afraid and was
willing to obey the constable. Then the constable made
a signal to her which we could not distinguish, but we
soon understood the meaning. Sharon was opening her
blouse and her jeans willingly. She then removed her
brassieres and panties.
We four of us were eagerly viewing the spectacle. All
were deeply impressed by Sharon's artwork and novel
idea to decorate her pussy. Sharon was dancing and
showing her pussy work to the constable.
I saw Sharon moving to the constable and kissing her.
The constable was feeling Sharon's heavy breasts. I was
looking down eagerly to watch my friend changing her
agitating mood and impressing the constable.
I felt something moving around my upper side of my
body, but I could not register it first. Then I felt
hands on my breasts, and they started to massage me
over my shirt. It was the deputy doing naughty things
to me. I looked at Susan to check if she had seen this.
My God! Susan was leaning on the glass eagerly looking
at Sharon's nudity and Susan was naked up to her waist.
The inspector was kissing her neck and at the same time
milking at her boobs. Susan did not seem notice this,
and she was looking downwards.
Soon I felt the deputy's hands removing my shirt and
bra away from me. My breasts were arousing, and her
hands found my nipples, and soon they were shaped as
bullets.
Sharon was unzipping the pants of the constable. I
could not believe my eyes. The constable had a mammoth
pussy with a good mesh of hair. Sharon was sitting
before her and the constable was standing with her
pussy immersed in Sharon's greedy mouth. Then I felt a
finger unbuttoning my jeans. I turned to look at Susan.
Susan had been standing completely naked. Her shaved
pussy was invaded by one of the inspector’s thick
fingers. Her jeans and black panties were lying at her
feet.
Soon I felt a hand in my panties, and the deputy's
fingers were making my pussy juicy. I looked down. I
could not see Sharon. The constable was laying on her
with her big black buttocks moving up and down. I could
see that Sharon was still busy eating the constable's
hairy pussy. The constable was fingering Sharon in
return. She had used another finger in her asshole too.
Then I turned to look at Susan. Susan was sitting on
the lap of inspector.
She was moving up and down with her pussy fixed on the
finger of inspector. Her breasts were dangling madly.
Her eyes were closed. The inspector was rubbing at
Susan's clitoris using another finger.
Then my jeans and panties were taken away and the
deputy fell on me and began to frig my pussy. Then she
removed her blouse and other clothes and offered her
big nipples to me. I hungrily sucked at them. She then
sat on my face with her pants and panties removed. Her
pussy was milky white. I could not resist the
temptation to explore it. I tried my best to suck her.
Soon she was satisfied.
We did not have time to watch Sharon. The deputy and
the inspector were insatiable. They changed Susan and
me as partners. That night we were fucked in all
possible ways.
The inspector was a wild beast. She bit on my nipples
and sucked blood from them. She then inserted her baton
to my vagina and keeping the edge of it still in my
hole, made me suck her deputy. Her deputy was spreading
her thighs wide and offering me her oozing pussy. She
was not at all shy to act like that before her
superior.
I was more than willing to do any acts they asked me to
perform. I knew they were better than any of our
colleagues and any political influence. Only they could
save us from the deep mess we were in. They were
completely satisfied by our performance.
We three were taken to bath at early morning at the
inspector's private bathroom. They applied different
lotions and medicines on our bruises. The inspector
paid special attention to Sharon. She spent a lot of
time moving her fingers along Sharon's special 'S' made
of her pussy hairs.
When we were taken to court, we were looking as
beautiful as ever. The case was for illegal assembly
and obstructing policewomen on duty. We were acquitted
by the magistrate after considering our age and
educational backgrounds. He warned us not to repeat
such acts in future. He advised us that we should think
about our reputation as law students, and we should
never obstruct the law.
He then asked about our life at station. We told him it
was cordial. He gave a wicked smile at us. We were sure
that he knew about life in a prison. Behind prison
bars, everybody belong to somebody.
We have never been involved in politics after the
event. We hate politics. Time and often we were
invited to private parties by the inspector and her
deputy at their residence flat. They were unmarried and
were living like husband and wife. They took us to
their king size bed and made love before each other.
Soon Susan, Sharon, and I started lesbian affairs
between ourselves too. We completed our law course with
high colors. Sharon is now a law officer in USA. Susan
is also married and settled abroad. We used to go to
some hotel and spend a day when Susan and Sharon came
to India.
The inspector is now a director general of police. She
has won the President's medal, and she sends me
greetings on each New Year. I am grateful to her for
her help to attain my present position in society.
Our parents never came to know about our custody. I am
disclosing the events for the first time now.
Moral:
1. Never trust a politician or any political outfit
in your life.
2. Study while you study. Play while you play.
3. Make love not war.
4. If you are in a mess, try to get out of it as
fast as possible whatever may be the cost.
5. Never fight with police unless you are sure that
you may not be caught.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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