Officers of Mumbai
DISCLAIMER: This story is work of fiction and purely imagination of the authour and does not resemble anyone. Any resemblance inc. Name and places are purely coincidental.
Despite it was 10pm the scorching heat continued to spread across the City of Gol. The local police station was surrounded by cleanliness that only stretched for 8 meters, unfortunately. Litter, rotting clothes and homeless people caked in mud could be seen from the doorstep of Gol's Police Station after 8 meters. It was like lost souls awaiting to enter into the realm of hope.
Naseerudin, Naser for short, was listening to the complaints of his commissioner with an amusing look. Realm of hope? Inside the officers were sorting out hell, so it looked like. "Naser, you understand this, right?" the Commissioner began. "We cannot afford to let anymore gang members of Mixla get away. Drugs is obviously there but now it is rape."
"Commissioner Sahib," Naser began, his white facial hair and short hair on scalp reminded a few of Morgan Freeman, with a 24/7 amusement look on the face to match. Only the skin was lighter. Much lighter.
"I assure you, Officer Ratore has made a good couple of arrests and, under their command, contraband worth 30 Million rupees has been seized. Not just in Gol, but the other five provinces nearby," Naser commented, he was like the student who gave right answers despite the teacher asked him a question, assumed the student was not paying attention in class. To this, The Commissioner's features erlaxed if not his eyes. "Okay, when do I get to meet Mr Ratore?" Naser smiled,
"Oh, you will never meet him. But you will meet her."
Officer Ratore entered the room, making the Commissioner wide eyed and a smile just foir a sec, before he tried relaxing again in his stern feature. "Commissioner, this is Officer Mrs. Ratore," Naser emphasised on her title. "Sir," Mrs Ratore gave a smart salute, her uniform in an equal smart wear and her icy tone matched her eyes. "Ah! I see, The Commissioner couldn't help a smile. "Mrs Ratore, I must say a pleasure to meet you and well done on your duties on catching those culprits."
"Thank you, sir" if there was any sound that too went silent on listening to the sharp, icy tone.
"Officer," Naser seemed unceratin for his next words," Would you like to tell the Commissioner what we should do to Drug dealers and Trafficers?"
"Sir, before sending them to prison they need to be beaten up on the streets in front of a Live audience so others can learn, we mean Business."
"You heard that," Naser was bringing out his Boyish cheekiness as the Commissioner could see.
"And what about rapist?"
"Sir, they need to be castrated on the spot," her features did not flinch nor falter. She was like a hard rock, unmoving no matter how much water is poured on to it.
"Castrated!" Naser beamed, quite proudly.
"I guess I do see the point in that. But we all follow the Law and rule of such thing.
"But if they could change?" Naser began.
"Ha! If they could change then we will see. Personally the last Officer deserved a good beating in the street. Officers like him took bribes and allowed the likes of Mixla to increase!"
"Officer Ratore, please go to the back where we have the Leader of Mixla captured. use your... methods to get information out of him, please."
"Sir," with a salute, she smartly swaggered to the back of the station.
"Naser, she been with us for what? two weeks? what we tried to do in two years she managed in two weeks? Isn't that... strange?"
"Sahib Ji, just one answer for that. Young fresh blood!"
"Hm, let's hope no blood pours out the back there," he pointed back in the custody rooms, to which both men laughed.
Sagar looked like he was ready to pass out or worse. His arms had been tied either side as Officers beat him for information. It was a week of hell. He was hoping for silence but no, he could hear footsteps. He recognised Officer's footsteps. He waited before opening his eyes, only to see a female look him up and down with distain. "Ma'am, please let me go?" His answer was replied with an immediate slap across the cheek.
"Listen you worthless piece of trash. You call yourself the leader of any gang? Look at you! You are squirming and pleading like a worm!" First time meeting and she had no remorse. He hoped she wasn't bad as the other officers. "Ma'am, the Mixla's will kill me they clearly have a new leader. I... I cannot go back.
"You should have thought of that before joining."
Ma'am... I, I am sorry. Please Ma'am, help me."
"Hm," Mrs. Ratore took off her uniform cap and put down her police stick. She relaxed the cold stony eyes as if that was a thing. "Ma'am, I will amend my ways but I do not know anything about Mixla, besides locations of contraband deliveries. I swear!"
"No names, not even the bloody Main Boss's name, no location?"
"Ma'am, I never met the Boss everyone calls him Hazoor. Location? Rumours are Maharasthra Main City, an underground place. That's it"
That's it? not good enough," Mrs Ratore pulled down his pants as she finished speaking.
"Ma'am! what are you doing?"
"You haven't stated "I have a family! I have kids please let me go!" Mrs Ratore's features and voice suggested mimcry and bullying.
Sagar felt her hand on his Manhood. "Look at me! Here's the deal. Tell us what we are asking and your small Lund will be saved from punishment. Sagar didn't know how to respond, as his penis bulged and grew beneath her palm. Mrs Ratore and Sagar were all alone. Mumbai Station custody rooms had no CCTV and Officers peeping in the room, unlike in Foreign countries.
If the stony eyes showed any impressions they were surpressed. Sagar's cock took a good amount of beating and biting from Mrs Ratore, yet Sagar remained steadfast in his statements. "I will bite it off!" She even threatened, halfway through a blowjob. But the penis stood like a soldier ready for execution with head held high. His pants were back up and Mrs Ratore cleaned herself up. He felt her hands and lips but didn't get to see her hald shaved pussy or medium sized breasts. "I will be here tomorrow night. You better answer my questions by then. By tomorrow night it will get worst: other prisoners already serving time. These monsters have been isolated for months, Years even without any touching contacts with anyone. They will be with cops and patrol guards. They may just watch, Join in or make videos. Can you imagine that, Sagar? A video gone viral with your face, man's lund in your mouth whilst a hard cock from behind? Just imagine!" This was too much for Sagar to take in. "No!"
"Okay. By 10pm tonight tell everything to my colleague or morning Officers; Mixla, locations and Hazoor's true identity. If your information is good, we will never see each other again and you will be a free man."
"But... But... Ma'am, wait, please wait," Sagar was surprisingly quiet. She wondered if he was broken or even a real baddie? It didn't matter, she was glad sucking on that huge, juicy cock. If only her husband's was the same.
It was 5am and Mrs Ratore was back at the station. "Any luck tonight, Mrs Ratore?" Naser's question sent a chill down her spine, before she realised what Naser was asking. "Sir, just a few hooligans loitering around. Nothing big," a few of her colleagues were ready to call it a night. They all were males. Did they know about last night? Did Sagar open his mouth? "Sir, any news on Sagar?"
"Well, all the big men here," he waved his arm in glee, pointing from who Mrs Ratore assumed had a small cock to the one with big one. Her gaze followed his hand and it settled on Suniel, almost becoming stony gaze to a desirous one. Sunil had fair skin, jet black hair and his physique made him stand out. Mrs Ratore thought about his wife and how she must've got banged most nights. "Couldn't make him speak. Maybe if you tried to slap him up a bit he might have spoken?" He clenched a fist and raised it, "The great Jhansi Raani!" Mrs Ratore smiled and looked down. Good, nobody knew about last night. She would have more fun tonight. "Sir, tomorrow I can ask Sagar maybe play the good cop? But I need time and it may take all 8 hour shift."
"Well, you did more than enough on the streets. Tonight he is all yours. Go get some sleep."
That night at 10pm Sagar almost threw up on listening to her footsteps. The steel cage rattled with her stick as she unlocked the doir and popped in. Mrs Ratore didn't have a brilliant morning. He banged her but he knew she wasn't in the mood and stopped halfway. Her mind was on the size of Sagar's cock and that look on his face last night.
The pants were pulled down again and the interrogation room was locked. In the darkness with limited light, just them both.
"I warned you. Six inmates are coming in who are rapists. They will suck you dry and maybe you will have your balls detached. Permanently. But it's up to them. "Ma'am. I don't mind castration, maybe I deserve it. But please don't let me get raped."
"Chal hut! Absolutely pathetic!" She got a glee kneeing him hard in the balls. After a few seconds he spoke again. "Ma'am. I never raped anybody in my life."
"Okay. But Mixla are known rapists, drug dealers and traffickers. Maybe you laughed seeing a woman or a child being pulled into a dealers den? Maybe you gave information on who to kidnap for trafficking?"
"Pray, Ma'am? Why would I do that? The truth is I got raped when I was a Teen, Madam." Mrs Ratore seemed moved. "What happened?" She couldn't help herself, damn her soft side.
"We are 3 siblings and we have cousins, who would frequent visits. It was normal and natural for going to each others homes uninvited. Our younger aunty was in her room. I didn't know and wanted to see Sailesh, our young cousin and play kites with him. So I opened the door only to see my aunt on the bed. Her Saree was up and she was rubbing herself. I kept staring in shock and awe. She realised and quickly sat up. "Sagar! Come in!" She didn't know whether to be annoyed or angry. "Sagar, always knock!" She sat me on the bed. "Have some juice and I will explain. We women have something called a desire" she began. I was only 16 and only just started understandings puberty. As I was drinking and she was explaining, something happened. I blacked out but not deeply. Everytime I opened my eyes, my aunt was on top of me, banging. It felt good but she put something in my mouth and I'd close my eyes again. Never forgot that feeling of skin next to me.
I woke up fully clothed, the doctor was there with my aunt, uncle, parents and cousin. "Thank God! My aunt exclaimed. Beta do you remember what happened? She began. I was confused and didn't know where to begin.
"You fell and bumped your head!"
"When... Where" I began. But luckily for her my dad chimed in. "Just relax, just relax. Take it easy. Once your better we will all go home. Or maybe you like to spend a night here?" I looked at my aunt wide eyed, understanding her sinister message. I shook my head and we left."
Mrs Ratore's gaze remained on the floor. God, she wanted to bang him tonight. She had to try a different tactic. So she placed her hand on his balls. "Sagar, you are truly an amazing warrior," her breasts protruded beneath her blouse. "I am sorry what you been through but... But this huge juicy cock is... Hmm... Mmm" a good bj should do it. She sucked for a good 20 minutes without any signs of him cumming. Then she took off her clothes...
"Ma'am, what are you..."
"Enough games" her finger over his lips. "Sagar, their are no inmates coming tonight. That was a lie, obviously. But your eyes and body are... Truly amazing," the stony eyes and acidic tone were replaced with nectar and roses, almost. "Sex for information?"
Sagar, though still tied, enjoyed the anal giving to the Officer. She placed a condom on his penis for a full frontal, with his unshaved pubic against her half shaved. It ended with him lying on the cold ground, with tied arms raised, so she could suck, blow before finishing in him. She looked up and couldn't believe it was almost 3am!
"Mrs Ratore, it seems your skills on the streets are amazing as in the holding cells," Mrs Ratore and Sagar cleaned up before putting everything as it should have been. "Sir, it did take hours but Sagar, he's just a small timer. And it looks like his information on Hazoor is good."
"What men couldn't do, you did it in... What? A mere few hours?" Was he accusing her of something? Worse, did he know!
"Sir, I have part certificate in Psychology. Sometimes we need brain, not braun,"
"And beauty," Naser chimed in, before cutting the tension with his laughter. "Mrs Ratore, I can see you going places."
That morning Mrs Ratore was naked in her bed, feeling relaxed with a smile. Sagar was released on bail and made plans to flee Gol, sharing a mutual relaxation like his sex partner from last night, as he packed his stuff and a briefcase with rupees. He looked in the mirror at his 5'4 figure, half opened shirt, jeans and long curly hair. The bruises seemed to completely disappear after 3am. And like a swarm, cop cars had surrounded a spot in Maharashter, the real place of Hazoor and important delegates of Mixla.
END!
Despite it was 10pm the scorching heat continued to spread across the City of Gol. The local police station was surrounded by cleanliness that only stretched for 8 meters, unfortunately. Litter, rotting clothes and homeless people caked in mud could be seen from the doorstep of Gol's Police Station after 8 meters. It was like lost souls awaiting to enter into the realm of hope.
Naseerudin, Naser for short, was listening to the complaints of his commissioner with an amusing look. Realm of hope? Inside the officers were sorting out hell, so it looked like. "Naser, you understand this, right?" the Commissioner began. "We cannot afford to let anymore gang members of Mixla get away. Drugs is obviously there but now it is rape."
"Commissioner Sahib," Naser began, his white facial hair and short hair on scalp reminded a few of Morgan Freeman, with a 24/7 amusement look on the face to match. Only the skin was lighter. Much lighter.
"I assure you, Officer Ratore has made a good couple of arrests and, under their command, contraband worth 30 Million rupees has been seized. Not just in Gol, but the other five provinces nearby," Naser commented, he was like the student who gave right answers despite the teacher asked him a question, assumed the student was not paying attention in class. To this, The Commissioner's features erlaxed if not his eyes. "Okay, when do I get to meet Mr Ratore?" Naser smiled,
"Oh, you will never meet him. But you will meet her."
Officer Ratore entered the room, making the Commissioner wide eyed and a smile just foir a sec, before he tried relaxing again in his stern feature. "Commissioner, this is Officer Mrs. Ratore," Naser emphasised on her title. "Sir," Mrs Ratore gave a smart salute, her uniform in an equal smart wear and her icy tone matched her eyes. "Ah! I see, The Commissioner couldn't help a smile. "Mrs Ratore, I must say a pleasure to meet you and well done on your duties on catching those culprits."
"Thank you, sir" if there was any sound that too went silent on listening to the sharp, icy tone.
"Officer," Naser seemed unceratin for his next words," Would you like to tell the Commissioner what we should do to Drug dealers and Trafficers?"
"Sir, before sending them to prison they need to be beaten up on the streets in front of a Live audience so others can learn, we mean Business."
"You heard that," Naser was bringing out his Boyish cheekiness as the Commissioner could see.
"And what about rapist?"
"Sir, they need to be castrated on the spot," her features did not flinch nor falter. She was like a hard rock, unmoving no matter how much water is poured on to it.
"Castrated!" Naser beamed, quite proudly.
"I guess I do see the point in that. But we all follow the Law and rule of such thing.
"But if they could change?" Naser began.
"Ha! If they could change then we will see. Personally the last Officer deserved a good beating in the street. Officers like him took bribes and allowed the likes of Mixla to increase!"
"Officer Ratore, please go to the back where we have the Leader of Mixla captured. use your... methods to get information out of him, please."
"Sir," with a salute, she smartly swaggered to the back of the station.
"Naser, she been with us for what? two weeks? what we tried to do in two years she managed in two weeks? Isn't that... strange?"
"Sahib Ji, just one answer for that. Young fresh blood!"
"Hm, let's hope no blood pours out the back there," he pointed back in the custody rooms, to which both men laughed.
Sagar looked like he was ready to pass out or worse. His arms had been tied either side as Officers beat him for information. It was a week of hell. He was hoping for silence but no, he could hear footsteps. He recognised Officer's footsteps. He waited before opening his eyes, only to see a female look him up and down with distain. "Ma'am, please let me go?" His answer was replied with an immediate slap across the cheek.
"Listen you worthless piece of trash. You call yourself the leader of any gang? Look at you! You are squirming and pleading like a worm!" First time meeting and she had no remorse. He hoped she wasn't bad as the other officers. "Ma'am, the Mixla's will kill me they clearly have a new leader. I... I cannot go back.
"You should have thought of that before joining."
Ma'am... I, I am sorry. Please Ma'am, help me."
"Hm," Mrs. Ratore took off her uniform cap and put down her police stick. She relaxed the cold stony eyes as if that was a thing. "Ma'am, I will amend my ways but I do not know anything about Mixla, besides locations of contraband deliveries. I swear!"
"No names, not even the bloody Main Boss's name, no location?"
"Ma'am, I never met the Boss everyone calls him Hazoor. Location? Rumours are Maharasthra Main City, an underground place. That's it"
That's it? not good enough," Mrs Ratore pulled down his pants as she finished speaking.
"Ma'am! what are you doing?"
"You haven't stated "I have a family! I have kids please let me go!" Mrs Ratore's features and voice suggested mimcry and bullying.
Sagar felt her hand on his Manhood. "Look at me! Here's the deal. Tell us what we are asking and your small Lund will be saved from punishment. Sagar didn't know how to respond, as his penis bulged and grew beneath her palm. Mrs Ratore and Sagar were all alone. Mumbai Station custody rooms had no CCTV and Officers peeping in the room, unlike in Foreign countries.
If the stony eyes showed any impressions they were surpressed. Sagar's cock took a good amount of beating and biting from Mrs Ratore, yet Sagar remained steadfast in his statements. "I will bite it off!" She even threatened, halfway through a blowjob. But the penis stood like a soldier ready for execution with head held high. His pants were back up and Mrs Ratore cleaned herself up. He felt her hands and lips but didn't get to see her hald shaved pussy or medium sized breasts. "I will be here tomorrow night. You better answer my questions by then. By tomorrow night it will get worst: other prisoners already serving time. These monsters have been isolated for months, Years even without any touching contacts with anyone. They will be with cops and patrol guards. They may just watch, Join in or make videos. Can you imagine that, Sagar? A video gone viral with your face, man's lund in your mouth whilst a hard cock from behind? Just imagine!" This was too much for Sagar to take in. "No!"
"Okay. By 10pm tonight tell everything to my colleague or morning Officers; Mixla, locations and Hazoor's true identity. If your information is good, we will never see each other again and you will be a free man."
"But... But... Ma'am, wait, please wait," Sagar was surprisingly quiet. She wondered if he was broken or even a real baddie? It didn't matter, she was glad sucking on that huge, juicy cock. If only her husband's was the same.
It was 5am and Mrs Ratore was back at the station. "Any luck tonight, Mrs Ratore?" Naser's question sent a chill down her spine, before she realised what Naser was asking. "Sir, just a few hooligans loitering around. Nothing big," a few of her colleagues were ready to call it a night. They all were males. Did they know about last night? Did Sagar open his mouth? "Sir, any news on Sagar?"
"Well, all the big men here," he waved his arm in glee, pointing from who Mrs Ratore assumed had a small cock to the one with big one. Her gaze followed his hand and it settled on Suniel, almost becoming stony gaze to a desirous one. Sunil had fair skin, jet black hair and his physique made him stand out. Mrs Ratore thought about his wife and how she must've got banged most nights. "Couldn't make him speak. Maybe if you tried to slap him up a bit he might have spoken?" He clenched a fist and raised it, "The great Jhansi Raani!" Mrs Ratore smiled and looked down. Good, nobody knew about last night. She would have more fun tonight. "Sir, tomorrow I can ask Sagar maybe play the good cop? But I need time and it may take all 8 hour shift."
"Well, you did more than enough on the streets. Tonight he is all yours. Go get some sleep."
That night at 10pm Sagar almost threw up on listening to her footsteps. The steel cage rattled with her stick as she unlocked the doir and popped in. Mrs Ratore didn't have a brilliant morning. He banged her but he knew she wasn't in the mood and stopped halfway. Her mind was on the size of Sagar's cock and that look on his face last night.
The pants were pulled down again and the interrogation room was locked. In the darkness with limited light, just them both.
"I warned you. Six inmates are coming in who are rapists. They will suck you dry and maybe you will have your balls detached. Permanently. But it's up to them. "Ma'am. I don't mind castration, maybe I deserve it. But please don't let me get raped."
"Chal hut! Absolutely pathetic!" She got a glee kneeing him hard in the balls. After a few seconds he spoke again. "Ma'am. I never raped anybody in my life."
"Okay. But Mixla are known rapists, drug dealers and traffickers. Maybe you laughed seeing a woman or a child being pulled into a dealers den? Maybe you gave information on who to kidnap for trafficking?"
"Pray, Ma'am? Why would I do that? The truth is I got raped when I was a Teen, Madam." Mrs Ratore seemed moved. "What happened?" She couldn't help herself, damn her soft side.
"We are 3 siblings and we have cousins, who would frequent visits. It was normal and natural for going to each others homes uninvited. Our younger aunty was in her room. I didn't know and wanted to see Sailesh, our young cousin and play kites with him. So I opened the door only to see my aunt on the bed. Her Saree was up and she was rubbing herself. I kept staring in shock and awe. She realised and quickly sat up. "Sagar! Come in!" She didn't know whether to be annoyed or angry. "Sagar, always knock!" She sat me on the bed. "Have some juice and I will explain. We women have something called a desire" she began. I was only 16 and only just started understandings puberty. As I was drinking and she was explaining, something happened. I blacked out but not deeply. Everytime I opened my eyes, my aunt was on top of me, banging. It felt good but she put something in my mouth and I'd close my eyes again. Never forgot that feeling of skin next to me.
I woke up fully clothed, the doctor was there with my aunt, uncle, parents and cousin. "Thank God! My aunt exclaimed. Beta do you remember what happened? She began. I was confused and didn't know where to begin.
"You fell and bumped your head!"
"When... Where" I began. But luckily for her my dad chimed in. "Just relax, just relax. Take it easy. Once your better we will all go home. Or maybe you like to spend a night here?" I looked at my aunt wide eyed, understanding her sinister message. I shook my head and we left."
Mrs Ratore's gaze remained on the floor. God, she wanted to bang him tonight. She had to try a different tactic. So she placed her hand on his balls. "Sagar, you are truly an amazing warrior," her breasts protruded beneath her blouse. "I am sorry what you been through but... But this huge juicy cock is... Hmm... Mmm" a good bj should do it. She sucked for a good 20 minutes without any signs of him cumming. Then she took off her clothes...
"Ma'am, what are you..."
"Enough games" her finger over his lips. "Sagar, their are no inmates coming tonight. That was a lie, obviously. But your eyes and body are... Truly amazing," the stony eyes and acidic tone were replaced with nectar and roses, almost. "Sex for information?"
Sagar, though still tied, enjoyed the anal giving to the Officer. She placed a condom on his penis for a full frontal, with his unshaved pubic against her half shaved. It ended with him lying on the cold ground, with tied arms raised, so she could suck, blow before finishing in him. She looked up and couldn't believe it was almost 3am!
"Mrs Ratore, it seems your skills on the streets are amazing as in the holding cells," Mrs Ratore and Sagar cleaned up before putting everything as it should have been. "Sir, it did take hours but Sagar, he's just a small timer. And it looks like his information on Hazoor is good."
"What men couldn't do, you did it in... What? A mere few hours?" Was he accusing her of something? Worse, did he know!
"Sir, I have part certificate in Psychology. Sometimes we need brain, not braun,"
"And beauty," Naser chimed in, before cutting the tension with his laughter. "Mrs Ratore, I can see you going places."
That morning Mrs Ratore was naked in her bed, feeling relaxed with a smile. Sagar was released on bail and made plans to flee Gol, sharing a mutual relaxation like his sex partner from last night, as he packed his stuff and a briefcase with rupees. He looked in the mirror at his 5'4 figure, half opened shirt, jeans and long curly hair. The bruises seemed to completely disappear after 3am. And like a swarm, cop cars had surrounded a spot in Maharashter, the real place of Hazoor and important delegates of Mixla.
END!
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