“Very well. But make it swift. I don’t consort with delays.”At the station, in a dim back room they called the “examination chamber”—really just a dingy office with a cot and flickering tube light—the tone shifted. “For the report, madam, we must check for injuries,” Vikram explained, all business, as Karan fiddled with a phone on the table, hitting record discreetly, lens angled just right. “Hands-on, to document. Please disrobe.” Maya’s eyes narrowed, pride flaring. “Disrobe? In front of you three? I am Maya Mohini— not some chawl harlot! Examine through my clothes if you must.” But Rajesh stepped close, his breath hot on her neck. “Madam, it’s procedure. For justice. Trust us—we’re here to protect women like you.”She relented—barely—unhooking her kameez top with trembling fingers, letting it pool at her feet. The red bra followed, her 42E tits tumbling free, heavy and pendulous, nipples still tender from bites, dotted with scabbed marks.
The salwar pants slid down next, revealing the red thong clinging to her waxed mound, a dark patch of her reluctant arousal. “Satisfied?” she snapped, arms crossed under her breasts, pushing them up defiantly. But Karan cleared his throat. “All of it, madam. We need to see… everything.”With a haughty sigh—”Barbarians, all of you”—she hooked thumbs in the thong and shimmied it off, standing nude, a goddess in fury. Her body told the tale: red welts crisscrossing her thicc ass like whip lashes, bite marks ringed her dark areolas, one nipple swollen twice its size; her pussy lips were inflamed, inner thighs bruised purple; even her hairy armpits bore faint scratches from their claws. The inspectors circled, gloves off now, hands roaming “professionally.” Rajesh cupped her tits, thumbs circling the bites.
“These marks, madam—severe. Does it hurt?” His squeeze made her gasp, but she bit back a moan, chin high. “Of course it hurts, you fool! Document and be done.”Vikram knelt, parting her thighs with callused palms, fingers tracing the swell of her pussy. “Bruising here too… very thorough assault.” He dipped a digit inside, “checking depth,” and Maya stiffened, her pious walls cracking. “Unhand me! That’s not— ah!” But her hips twitched, betraying her, juices slicking his knuckle. Karan from behind, hands on her ass cheeks, spreading them to inspect the pucker—still tender, rimmed red. “Swelling consistent with… penetration, madam.” His thumb pressed in, and she arched, a whimper escaping despite her arrogance. “Stop this indignity! I’m faithful to Umesh— this is violation anew!”But the room thickened with musk, their cocks straining obvious now.
The phone captured it all—her body writhing under their “exam,” close-ups of fingers plunging, tits mauled, her face a mask of proud resistance crumbling to reluctant heat. “Madam,” Rajesh murmured, unzipping, his thick desi dick springing free—seven inches of veined girth, pre-cum beading. “We see your pain. Let us… ease it. For the case.” Maya recoiled—”You dare? I am no cumdump! Get that filthy thing away!”—but Vikram and Karan held her arms, bending her over the cot, her massive ass up, pussy glistening despite her protests.It started slow, destroying her inch by arrogant inch. Rajesh slid in first, her pussy welcoming despite the dryness—stretching her walls, hitting that spot that made her pious chants turn to gasps.