IN CUSTODY By Alisha
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Indian universities are infamous for its student unrest and agitations. Universities have been converted to political playgrounds of different political parties. Each party is interested in campus politics so as to recruit youth for the parties. Feud between political parties often ends up in street fighting, arson and murders. The youth do not learn lessons from their ancestor's sufferings. But for a clever and cunning person, colleges are well suited to build 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 spoils there career 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 also became a scapegoat of campus politics in my life and escaped miraculously 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 most of our drop outs have become biggest political personalities, business magnets or infamous thugs. One day the leader of communist youth outfit in our college came to our class and lectured about student's immediate need for revising curriculum, decrease in fee etc and sought our help to make a procession. He explained us that the presence of girls would increase glamour to our procession and media publicity would be high. We all girls agreed to his idea provided that the procession is done in a peaceful manner. He told us that they would not use anything other than beautiful placards for display in the procession. Little did we know that this was a devious plot to score political vendetta against the ruling party by the opposition (communist).
The procession started from our college at 10.30 a.m. We had to walk about 2 kms to reach the minister's office to submit our memorandum. There were about 100 boys and 20 girls in the march. In the front row I and my two close friends were taking a banner with our demands. My friends Susan, Sharon are two charming girls. They were having so many admirers in the college. They were reluctant to join the march and procession, as their family background is peace loving Christian families who hated communism. Therefore if there family get to know about their daughters leading a march on public road they will be shocked and there were chances that their entire study will be stopped. But I persuaded them giving assurance that the march will be peaceful and 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 were staying together in one room in the hostel. Susan and Sharon were hailing from big planter's family and there residence was about 200 km away from our college. There was not much chances for their relatives knowing about our agitation. So we took the risk in a gala mood.
After one kilometers of our march we felt really tired of walking. We were not used to such long walks as we normally travel by scooter or cars only. Our colleagues bought mineral water, Pepsi etc to please us and keep us in spirits. When we proceeded our march after taking rest, I notices some new faces joined in the march. They were not looking like students of our college. They had rough faces and were older than us. In law colleges students are of different ages and hence it is not distinguishable to select students from a bunch. But the newly joined members were shouting slogans as if they are well experiences and most of their slogans were different from our student issues but were of political nature. They were abusing ministers and police. Then I called our union leader and asked about the presence of members other than students in our march. He told me that they are members of a political outfit compassionate to our cause and they are well experienced in shouting slogans and we students are pretty tired and without good slogans our match will loose its charm. After about thirty minutes we reached near the minister's office. There was a heavy police picketing at the gate, there were women constables and policemen with glass shields and big batons in their hands. Another thing came to my notice was that most of our charming union leaders were missing in the march and most of the faces surrounding us were those hooligan looking faces of supporting political outfit. And we girls were pushed to the front side of the march and we were surrounded by shouting elder people. I felt something wrong somewhere. But we were at the end of the march and after a preach and submission of memorandum we can safely leave the place. Susan and Sharon were thrilled at the sight of police and media people around them and they were shouting slogans far better than me.
Then one of our leaders started talking about our demands. Soon he started changing subjects and finally it was full of abuses against minister and present ruling party and police. I felt shame in joining such a procession were there was no standard or discipline as we first started the March. Then one high rank police officer came to us and asked two or three people to come forward to meet minister and all 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 will apply 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 at police. Soon police started beating us with their batons. I saw Sharon hit on her shoulder by a policeman and she became violent. Then she attacked the policeman and he called his woman counterparts to arrest us. Then one woman constable caught Sharon by her hair and took her to a jeep standing near. This brutal act boiled my blood. I felt I was responsible for the misfortune of Sharon and I jumped to rescue her from the hands of policewoman and I could caught hold of her sary only. Unfortunately the policewomen of India wear their national costume sary instead of the more suited pants even at the occasions where sary discourages their speed of motion. My attack at the police woman was quite unexpected to her. She fell down on the road and another police woman rushed at me. Then I saw through the corner of my eyes that Susan was also trying to save Sharon from the police jeep. There were big fighting taking place at our behind between police and students and hooligans. There was a heavy commotion and I heard our friends crying after beaten by police. Most of the girls managed to escape as there were no police women near them and police men did not dare to touch them. The police woman who fell down at the road felt humiliated and stood up from there and charged at me. But her sary was falling down and her legs got obstructed by length of the sary and somebody snatched her sary away from her. Now she was wearing only her under garments which was a loose old skirt. Her humiliation was quite predictable. We immediately knew that our escape can be possible only if we prevent police women arresting us. Police men would not touch her. And the struggle was getting more fierce and they were sure to land more police force in an instant. Susan and me snatched other police woman's sarees and soon three of them were shying away from us and media men as they are struggling half nude in a public place. I and Susan proceeded into the jeep and managed to take Sharon away. At the same instant I felt a blow on my head from behind. I turned to my back and saw one policeman had beaten my head using his baton. Soon I felt blood in my hands and I collapsed and lost my senses.
When I came to consciousness I was laying in a big police van. I looked around and saw that both Susan and Sharon were with us and so 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 put bandage. I looked at y watch and saw time was 3.00 pm. They then proceeded to submit 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 will take us on bail as soon as the court starts its session. I did not say anything. I felt deeply ashamed and embarrassed on my fate to submit 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 perhaps if they charge us with assaulting a police officer we would sure be punished for 6 months imprisonment and it would be end of our career. It all depended on how the police would like to frame their case. Our leader told me again that they have 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 are minor we would be called first and we could go home on bail. Even if the charges are high it was possible to get bail as 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 was saying that the officer in charge was found missing. I guessed they were asking for time to frame a strong case. But the police were acting wiser. The day was a Friday. They were forced not to charge us with strong cases as it would ruin our future, at the same time they want to teach a lesson to us. All police force was angry at out attempts to disrobe police women and most of them were demanding to press strong case against us. Thus police was in a dilemma. At about 4:45 pm they submitted our case before magistrate , and we were charged with a pretty minor case obstructing a police officer on duty and assembling illegally. We were happy and we were sure to get bail as soon as the case is presented.
The magistrate asked our names and educational background and about our family. Then he asked about any misbehavior from part of police against us. He asked whether they beat us in the jeep etc. Our advocate seemed impatient and was looking at his watch time to time. Then I remembered with a shock that the next day being Saturday is a Holiday followed by Sunday. So if the magistrate did not give us bail we are in a mess. We may have to stay in custody for two days. 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 police woman. Magistrate was furious hearing this point. He asked the police officer to check whether the allegation is true and he then reported that the police women have left office and he need time to check the facts. Police were acting clever; I could see all police women were standing around the court. Then Magistrate looked at the clock and saw that it was 5.00 pm and our case was 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 anyway. 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 Juvenile home and instructed that we should not be harassed whatever may be the cause and should be submitted before court on Monday 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 they were planning to agitate more on next day on our cause. They had already started throwing stones at buses and disrupting traffic. Media men were also taking pictures of us like vultures seeing a dead body. One media man asked me to tear my blouse a bit so that he could get a snap of me wearing torn clothes and it may be a 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 police station newly opened and manned by women only. 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 and having a body of an athlete. She was writing something when we reached there. There was her deputy standing attention near her. We were visiting a police station for the first time in life. 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 matured 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 may get 6 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 portions of the station. I was taken to another room and 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, what she meant by changing my clothes. She was not offering any to me. 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 the alternate dress to change. "Obey orders, you will get your uniform in the next room", she said and again started writing. I decided to proceed. I had to obey else they can do whatever they want 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 it as a pile", she shouted again. I fumbled my hooks of bra and yanked my panties away and arranged all dress as 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, you go to next room, you will get uniform there and after wearing uniform you meet inspector". I walked hurriedly in the hope that I can soon cover myself. I saw a woman in uniform sitting there and asked her for my uniform. "Uniform? , oh,yes!, ah, we don't have at present a good one, I have told to get some from store, you go and meet inspector and come back, by the time 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 attention near her. They did not look at me. I did not do 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?", inspector asked them. One police woman 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 past fifteen minutes and nobody gives any care. "What is your problem, Omana?", she asked the elderly lady. "Sir, Sarada scratched me and she bite on my tits", Omana said. "you filthy bitches, you want to be fucked all 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 never had 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 unabashed looking at my nudity. I was terribly upset. I could feel their hungry looks at my pussy and how could I spend a night if I was put with them. They sure will attack my pussy if they get opportunity. I could see they are two sex starving bitches. They were looking at me like a tigress seeing a deer.
"Take them to their cells, don't give them food today", Inspector told 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 told. Then a police woman, 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 entered my friends Susan and Sharon. Susan was completely naked as me, and Sharon was keeping her hands fixed on her panties. "So these are the bitches 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 is going to happen if she also become 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 and after taking so much time and care. Sharon was blushing red and she was looking at me angrily as if I am 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 p.m. I consoled myself that it was our destiny to spend two days in a police lock up and suffer all humiliation.
Then the police inspector asked the deputy to give us our own clothes and send to some hygienic cells. We were dressed and taken to cells. I and Susan was put into one cell along with two inmates already occupied the room. They were the quarrelling woman whom I had seen earlier at the inspector's room. Sharon was put into some other 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 ate such horrible food in my life. I started to throw it away. Then our 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 inmates took our plates and ate the food we were relived. We then washed the plates and returned.
The room was an old one and there were lot of mosquitoes. There was no bed and only two pillows were supplied. They were as old as the station and were smelling 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 an 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 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 hit to the corner of the room by a sudden pull followed by a beat. It was those ladies, "Oh, you bitches feel shy to piss before us, behind prison walls there is no privacy, 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 this night, 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 us 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 batten in had. "You bitches started 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 for 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 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 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 talks 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 been 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 others tits. They proceeded to lay 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 two horny. They were not paying any attention to us. They were fucking each other in rhythm making sexy sounds and grunt. I and Susan 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 resembled like our friend Sharon's. We stood up and concentrated but we did not hear anything. Then we proceeded to sleep once again.
I must have been seeing nightmares. I saw 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 was I then. Then I came to my 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 and all of my clothes were removed. I tried to look at Susan for help.
I saw Susan was also without a stitch of cloth on her 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 badly to escape from the iron wrath of her attacker. Soon I saw her reversing her body 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 soon I loose my attempts and I was surprised that I was getting a pleasure which I never had in my life at the expert hands of Sarada. 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. Nobody was to hear our complaints and save us. The next day was Sunday. 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 the same with Susan as soon as we escape from this place. We were awaken by our inmates and asked us to dress and get ready for morning chores. We were taken to lavatory outside the lock up. There we had to stand in 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 run to us and hugged us and cried, "Oh dear friends, this is most cruel, those ladies all of them 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 bath, it was like a small hall in which six showers were running. Police woman on guard asked us to better hurry and after 9 o' clock 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 water will stop now", the guard told us.
I , Susan and Sharon 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 too 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. Then 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 each 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 at Sharon, she was nowhere to be seen. I looked at the guard. She was standing there as 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 at my pussy. Within some 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 are not learning, dear girl, did I invite you to sleep here?, you are still behaving bad, I am sure you will once again complain to magistrate about us. But you are again making problems for yourself. If we charge with you with strong cases nobody can save you from imprisonment for up to six months. And life in a prison would be real hell. If you compare the lock up with prison here it is a paradise. Have you thought of how did you land up here without an easy bail?. In a male dominated world no male like 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 are 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 now on before you act 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 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. I and Susan did not reveal them that they are not going to get us tonight. They told us about how they were cheated by men and how ended up in 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 the mess. After dinner we three were once again taken to the inspector's room and there were only three persons viz 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 an 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 and 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 could 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 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, lets see your friend's artwork", I turned to see the inspector asking Susan to watch down below. Susan was looking keen 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 at 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 soon we 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 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 thick finger of inspector. 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 lying 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 into her asshole too. Then I was 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 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 get 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 before her superior. I was more than willing to do any acts they asked me to perform. I knew they are better than any 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 police women 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 me 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 come to India. The inspector is now a director general of police. She has won 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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