Lawyer Raped In Police Stationbypooja©
Madhurima stared at the two policemen in haughty disbelief.
"Do you realize who you're talking to?"
The cops grinned.
"Oh, yeah. We know who you are. You're the young lady lawyer who's been trying to shake us down the past few months."
Madhurima Bose was not going to be intimidated. She stared the burly cop straight in the eye and demanded to be released from custody. She knew the cops were mad at her. She'd represented several complaints against the force lately and gotten a lot of press attention, winning all her cases. So when she was picked up in her office parking lot after working very late and brought down to the station "for questioning", she knew they were just trying to scare her off. But it wasn't going to work. These guys were just bullies and she knew how to handle them.
"Listen, you goons. I know my rights. You have no grounds to keep me here so you better let me go this minute."
The two cops looked at one another and laughed.
"Hear that, Shulka? She knows her rights."
"Oh, good. Glad she knows her rights. Well, listen Miss Bose –"
"Oh, sorry. Ms Bose, we'll be happy to let you go but we have reason to believe you're carrying illegal substances on your person. I'm afraid we're going to have to search you."
"You've got to be kidding." Madhurima kept the arrogance in her voice, but inside she'd begun to feel a tension in the pit of her stomach. These guys may not care about the rule of law.
"Oh, we're not kidding. Now if you'll just disrobe, we can get on with our business and you'll be on your way before you know it."
"You have no grounds for a strip-search. You're just trying to intimidate me and it won't work."
"Well, what are you going to do about it exactly, Ms. Bose? " Shulka loomed over her and ran his hand down the front of her chest to where her smart suit jacket was buttoned. Madhurima pulled away in disgust, becoming less and less certain of her position.
"I demand you let me go." Her voice was a bit shakier now.
"Oh, we will. But first you're gonna have to strip."
Seeing no option, Madhurima decided to play along and get out as quickly as she could.
"Alright, fine. Do your little search. Send in the policewomen and let's get it over with."
"Policewomen." Now it was the other one, Yadav, that laughed. "Gee, I don't think any of the women are on duty tonight. Do you, Shulka?"
"Mmm, I don't think so, Yadav. I guess it's just gonna have to be us for now, Ms. Bose."
"Are you out of your minds? Men are not allowed to perform strip-searches on women and you two know that as well as I do. Now stop your stupid-ass nonsense and let me out of here."
Madhurima was stunned by a blow to her stomach that knocked the wind right out of her and sent her falling back on her behind. As her senses returned, she looked up from the concrete floor at the two cops standing over her. Real fear now filled her as she realized that these two were not going to play by the rules at all.
"I think it's time you learned to have a bit of respect for the men in Khaki, Ms. Bose. Now... are you going to take off that cute little outfit or would you rather we slice it off you with our regulation police issue scissors?"
Madhurima's mind was racing now. She slowly got to her feet. There was nowhere to run and no one would hear her in the bare cell. Maybe if she took off her clothes they would be satisfied. They'd have humiliated her and taught her a lesson and would let her go.
Her heart was pounding. She saw her hands move to the top of her jacket and undo a button, then another. The jacket fell from her shoulders and onto the floor. She stepped out of her shoes, trying to postpone the inevitable. Next came her blouse. Shulka and Yadav stood leering and gloating as the buttons came undone, the blouse was tugged from under the tight skirt. Madhurima hesitated, trying not to show her terror. Then she pulled the blouse open, exposing her sheer bra. She was suddenly so conscious of her breasts, which were not very big. The blouse fell away as well and she went to work on her skirt.
"Take your time, Ms. Bose. There's no rush." Gloated Shulka. Madhurima wanted to throw up or sob or something. Instead her fingers fumbled with the zipper on her skirt and she heard the sound it made as she pulled it down over her thigh. She let the skirt fall around her ankles and stood for a moment, uncertain how to proceed. She wore only a bra and panties. The two cops enjoyed her hesitation and embarrassment.
Suddenly the door opened and another cop, an older man, looked inside. Madhurima reflexively hunched over and covered herself, one arm over her breasts and the other between her legs. Still, she felt horribly exposed, standing in her underwear for anyone walking down the hall to see.
"Hey, what do we have here?" the S.r P.I. asked, jovially.
"It's that crusading lawyer lady, Shaib. We have reason to believe she's dealing and the only way to find out is to search her. Real thorough." Shulka laughed.
"But Shulka. This isn't according to procedure."
Madhurima felt a spark of hope. Maybe this guy would step in and save from this degradation. It was shortlived.
"You know all searches have to be conducted in the camera room. We have to have them on tape in case there's a complaint afterwards."
"Oh, right, Shaib. Sorry about that. Come on, Ms. Bose. We have to change venues. This room isn't equipped with a video camera."
Oh my God, Madhurima thought. They're going to tape this.
"Come on, let's go for a little walk."
Madhurima bent down to put on her clothes, but Yadav stepped on them firmly with his boot.
"You heard him, Ms. Bose. Time for a walk."
"But you can't make me go out there like this! You can't!" Were they going to parade her through the station in her underwear?
"Oh yes we can, Ms. Bose."
And Shulka grabbed her wrist and shoved her out the door.
She walked along behind Shulka, with Yadav following. She covered herself with her arms but that only made her feel more vulnerable. Several cops passed them, smiling or winking at her captor. Shulka sometimes stopped to talk to one of them, forcing Madhurima to stand there in her underwear while others passed by. She wanted to die and she prayed this ordeal would be over soon.
Finally they arrived at a kind of lunch room where ten or fifteen cops were sitting around. They let out a great hoot when Madhurima was brought in. The door to the 'camera room' was off this one and Shulka took a great long time fumbling with his keys and looking for the right one, happy to give his buddies a long eyeful of Madhurima's slim, fit body.
Shulka opened the door and shoved Madhurima inside.
It was a much larger room and white light flooded one part of the floor. Madhurima could see several cameras focused on the center of the room and that was where Shulka ordered her to stand.
"Okay, honey pie. Time to get down to it. Finish stripping."
Madhurima could barely contain her tears now.
"You pigs. That was horrible."
"What was, sweetie?" Shulka asked with sadistic pleasure.
"You know what I'm talking about, damn you! Letting them all look at me like that. Making me walk through the station in my underwear. What do you think? I'm telling you you're going to pay for this. I have a lot of connections in the justice system and you're not going to get away with this."
"Well, maybe we will and maybe we won't. Right now it's time for you to strip off that underwear and let us have a look at you. Anyway, it'll all be on camera this time, just in case you have a complaint." They both laughed at that, then Shulka lifted his nightstick and brought the tip of it up to Madhurima's crotch, almost touching her cunt through the thin material of her panties.
"Now strip", he said, and nudged the nightstick into her groin.
Madhurima gasped at the violation, all the more threatening for the lightness of the touch. He turned the nightstick, slowly rotating the tip of it as though it were a drill aimed right at her pubis.
"Come on, now. Let's see it."
Madhurima's hands were shaking. She reached behind her back and unhooked the
bra. She took the straps down, but couldn't bring herself to let it fall
from her. She started to sob now in humiliation. Shulka approached her,
grabbed the bra and slowly, firmly, pulled it off her. She kept her hands
over her breasts, but Shulka leaned in and whispered to her,
"Maybe you want me to do the panties too."
Still sobbing, Madhurima shook her head. "No! No, I'll do it."
And she did. She took her hands from her naked breasts, feeling the guards leering eyes drink them in, and put them in the waistband of her panties, slowly pulling them down and exposing her cunt to the men.
"Now stand up straight with your hands above your head."
Madhurima did as she was told, standing naked and utterly exposed to the two cops, crying freely now even though she knew they were getting off on her embarrassment and mortification. Shulka reached up and she felt two cuffs snap around her wrists and pull up a couple of inches so that she was not quite hanging and not quite standing freely.
"Open your legs."
"Wh-why?" Madhurima choked.
"So we can search your sweet little pussy for illegal substances."
She saw Yadav holding a tube of lubricant that he squeezed out onto his fingers and shuddered with fear, but did as she was told and spread her legs. Yadav approached and with a grin that turned her stomach put his hand on her crotch.
"This shouldn't take long.", he said, and started working his fingers into her, opening the lips of her cunt and very slowly penetrating her.
"What are you doing? What are you doing?" Madhurima's voice trembled with rage and fear. "You can't just do that!!"
"Gotta be thorough", Shulka laughed. He reached out his hand and started gently rubbing one of her breasts. The nipple became firm right away. Yadav had found her clit and was stroking it with a deliberate rhythm. Unthinkably, she felt herself start to get wet. She wanted to die of embarrassment and shame, naked and vulnerable in front of these two thuggish pigs, but her body was betraying her. How could this happen? She started to writhe and struggle, trying to pull herself away from Yadav's fingers, but the chains held her fast and horribly her movements increased the sensations shooting through her from her swollen clit.
"No – no – you can't – you can't –", she was groaning and hissing, desperate to escape but building towards something she couldn't bear to consider. Shulka now came behind her and started working one of his fingers into her ass. Yadav increased the rhythm of his strokes and Madhurima felt herself leave the earth as wave upon wave crashed through her –
"No – no – no – Unnnngh – Unnnggh –
The men pulled away and watched as she convulsed with the aftershocks of her orgasm. When she finally returned to herself, she burst into tears with shame.
"That was quite an orgasm, Ms. Bose.
"You pigs... you pigs... I fucking hate you, you bastards."
They watched her cry for a few moments, and then, to her surprise, she felt the chains that held her arms loosen. Shulka undid the handcuffs and she immediately covered herself with her arms.
"Okay, you can go. We didn't find anything on you... or in you."
She didn't know if they were pulling some kind of trick, but it didn't really matter if she had a chance to get out of that nightmare.
She looked around for her underwear, but it had disappeared.
"Can I have my clothes back, please?"
"Oh sure. You remember where they are, don't you?"
So that was the catch. They wanted her to walk naked through the station to humiliate her further. She'd be completely degraded, her tits and pussy on view for anyone who happened to passing by. But what choice did she have?
Her knees were still weak from the crushing orgasm she'd been forced to have. Her captors looked at her with a smug sense of ownership. They'd made her helpless to protect herself, stripped her of her clothes and her dignity and witnessed her deepest, most personal physical experience. Unable even to hold her head up, her body hunched over, arms wrapped around herself in a futile attempt at modesty, she crossed the room and opened the door.
What she saw told her that the nightmare was only beginning. The outer room was now completely full; twenty or thirty cops in and out of uniform were crowded in.
When they saw her in the doorway, they began to applaud and cheer, and her stomach turned inside her: There was a large screen tv mounted on the wall and on it she saw herself a few minutes earlier, her face grimacing and groaning as the orgasm coursed through her. They had all been watching her degradation! They'd all seen her cum! Oh, god, how could she bear this. She tried to flee, to get through the crowd of leering cops, and they reacted with sick glee.
"You ready to leave now?"
"Shukla something for us honey. We want to see you shake that ass."
She felt the men's hands on her. Some pulled or pushed her, but others grabbed her tits, her cunt and her ass. Occasionally, one would hold on to her for a minute while those around him shoved their fingers up her pussy or her ass. She was utterly helpless, manhandled by dozens of men, completely naked, pushed along as they groped her.
"No, no, please stop, please, please let me go, let me go!"
Mustering all her strength, she tried to break away to get out of the room, but the cops had other ideas for her. Before she knew what was happening they were dragging her to a table in the middle of the room.
"No, NOO!!! LET ME GOOO, PLEEEEASSE!!!"
She was bent over on her stomach, arms and legs spread wide. She felt something penetrating her cunt, pushing in roughly and thrusting again and again and she knew she was being raped from behind. She cried and screamed and struggled but she was wildly overpowered. As her mouth opened once more to scream, she saw one of the men undo his pants and expose his erect cock. She tried to clamp her mouth shut and the man jammed his cock into her face, rubbing it obscenely all over her. She felt small drops of pre-cum make her cheeks and mouth slick. Another cop pinched her nostrils and she had to open her mouth to gasp for breath. At that moment, the cock entered her mouth and was shoved down her throat. The cop behind her was pounding away at her. She could barely breath. Her arms were held tightly and she felt more hard cocks pushing against her clenched fists.
"Stroke them, bitch!!! JACK US OFF!!!" one of the cops shouted, pulling her hair till she thought it would rip out of her skull. In pain, she opened her hands and grabbed the cocks that were there. She was utterly utterly helpless and the two cocks were pounding into her from both ends. For a moment, her strength gave out and she submitted, allowed herself to be used and abused as though she had no existence at all except as something for pricks to penetrate and rub against. In that moment, the unthinkable happened again and she felt the sensations rising inside her. No, no, no, she couldn't, she mustn't – they'd think she was enjoying this violation, they would own her completely. She started struggling again and trying to scream but it was too late. Her own movements just increased the growing tide inside her.
One of the men she was stroking began to grunt and she knew he was going to cum. He groaned and she felt a spurt of semen shoot out onto her body and into her hair. It only seemed to bring the orgasm closer. She tried to remind herself this was a brutal gang ****, but the image of herself being assaulted by all these men, powerless and degraded, turned her on even more. The thrusts were accelerating both in her mouth and her cunt. Her assailants were going to shoot their sperm into her simultaneously. She opened her eyes and saw several of the cops had their cocks out and were masturbating to the sight of her body being impaled. Somebody shoved his finger up her ass and started twisting it around and pushing deeper and deeper. It sent shock waves through her whole body. Tears came to her eyes, but there was nothing she could do. She started bucking involuntarily, moving her ass up and down in rhythm with her assailant.
The audience of cops burst into more applause and started a chant:
"Cum! Cum! Cum!" they cheered her on.
It filled her with disgust but she also felt she had to obey. She was now their possession, their slave, existing only for their animal gratifications. There was nothing she could do as the orgasm came over her and rocked her from head to toe.
"Oh! Oh oh oh oH oh ohOH OH OH OOOOOHO OOOOOH OOOOOOHHHHHH!!!!!
She thrashed wildly as the orgasm ripped through her, completely out of control. The cock in her mouth began to spurt jism and then suddenly gushed into her mouth and down her throat. She was practically losing consciousness with the strength of her cum. Her mouth-rapist pulled out of her face and shot the rest of his cum onto her face. She licked at it, grabbing for his cock with her tongue and lips, desperate to swallow every drop, her orgasm rocking through her body in successive waves, each one more powerful than the last.
Her cunt-rapist came spurting all over her ass and back. She screamed in one final spasm of cumming and collapsed into tears even while she shuddered in the aftershocks of the orgasm.
Around her, as though through a fog, she heard the audience of rapists cheering and laughing, applauding her. They'd won completely. They'd raped her as brutally as anyone could be raped and she had cum for them, for their pleasure. She was nothing now.
She raised her head and looked around the room as twenty more zippers came down and twenty more cocks prepared to shove themselves into her face, her cunt and her ass.
They fucked her every possible way for hours. And she came and came and came. She drank their cum and pushed her ass against their cocks. She was broken.
Finally it was over. She lay exhausted on the floor. Shulka and Yadav were the only ones left, the others having gone off to shower or sleep.
"Time to go, cunt."
Shaking, she stood up. She could barely stand at all and had to rest one arm on the table for support.
"Get dressed" Shulka threw her bra and panties at her.
Numbly, she pulled her panties up around her ravaged cunt. Every part of her body was sticky with dried cum. She put on her bra. In a small pleading voice, she asked for her blouse and skirt. Shulka just laughed.
"I don't think so, cunt. We'll take you out like that."
Of course. Why not? She was nothing. Why shouldn't the whole world see her in her underwear? Why shouldn't the whole world see her naked? Why shouldn't the whole world **** and fuck her?
They walked her back through the station like that, passing the men who only hours before had been using her and fucking her like animals.
In bra and panties she rode in the Jeep to a dark, inner city park. She didn't resist when they pulled her out of the back seat and pushed her to the ground. They drove off and she sat there, alone, almost naked, unable to move. And she waited.