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PENTAPRISM : CHAPTER 11 : THE DEMONS OF YOUTH

by Mary Jorsay Gandmar <maryjg@finebody.com>

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"Ohh ma UNH OHHHHHH! Ohhhhh! OH-OH-OH-OH-OHHHHHH unhhh OHHHHH unhh
OHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Anuja's loud moan rang in the silence of the room. Avinash jabbed a button
and the image froze and the sound died. He stared at the enormous screen on
his bedroom wall. On either side of the main monitor was a bank of smaller
screens. He could watch several movies simultaneously, merge them, edit
them, do what he liked. This image was from one of his tapes of their
honeymoon.

Her mouth was a wide 'O', and her eyes were half-shut. His wife was on her
forearms and knees on the low, broad coffee-table in the centre of the
honeymoon suite's living room. She wore all her bridal jewellery, and
nothing else. Around her neck dangled several gold and diamond necklaces and
a long *mangalsutra*. There were lovely earrings in her lobes. A small
nose-stud winked in her left nostril. A *bindi* dotted her forehead. Her
eyes were lined thickly with *kajal*. She wore no other makeup.

Her dark hair was parted in the centre and caught in a long braid down her
back. A gold chain framed the line of her hair, curving from the centre of
the forehead, along the hairline and disappearing behind her ears. A thick
gold chain ran up along her parting and twined in her braid which was woven
with fine strands of gold. High on her arms were gold bands, and she wore
finger-rings and a gold girdle, bangles and anklets and toe-rings.

Her pendulous breasts were swollen and heavy with heat, the nipples long and
stiff. Her luscious lips were drawn back over her teeth; her canines were
attractively bent forward over the incisors. Her skin glowed with
excitement, the dark birth-marks on her neck and the left of her face and on
the inside of her left breast adding to her allure. Avinash knew there was
another on her midriff.

Behind her, a tall, handsome, superbly-built young man squatted over her
hips, his hands digging into her buttocks, his knees deeply bent, his
handsome head flung back, his mouth wide open, his face twisted with
pleasure.

Avinash pressed a button and the image shimmered and began to move again.
Her body rocked and swung gently back and forth. She gasped softly, chewing
her lower lip, her head craned up. Several gold necklaces and her long
*mangalsutra* swung back and forth, dragging on the wooden surface of the
coffee-table. The man behind her grunted and, smiling down at her, slowly
flexed his buttocks and eased his hips forward. His enormous penis
disappeared inexorably into her cunt. He held her hips and pushed and
squeezed his penis deeper and deeper into her, expertly rolling his hips to
take her from all angles. Anuja cried out, her buttocks and hips swaying and
writhing erotically under him.

"Yes, Salman, yes! Fuck me!" she gasped.

The man chuckled softly and buried his ten inch penis in her flesh, driving
it in to the hilt. He paused, his hips pressed to her buttocks. Anuja
moaned, writhing her buttocks against his thighs. He slid his hands up her
body and squeezed her breasts, twining his fingers in her necklaces and
rasping the cold metal across her nipples. Anuja gasped, chewing her lower
lip in excitement.

Avinash froze the screen. Salman was the swimming pool attendant and
lifeguard. He was her fourth lover of the day. After Michael fucked her in
the morning, Anuja showered and douched herself. Fresh tea had arrived when
she finished and she had it sitting naked on the terrace. Without asking
Avinash, she slipped into a sexy little bikini that concealed very little
and, throwing on a T-shirt, started out for the pool.

"Where are you going?" Avinash stood at the door, blocking her.

"For a swim. Do you mind?"

He smiled coldly. "Not at all. You may do as you please. But please
understand one thing. In public, you must act like a honeymooning bride.
It's part of the deal."

"What do you want me to do, stare soulfully into your eyes?"

"Something like that."

"Forget it."

"Tsk, tsk," his tone was soft and mocking, but the sharp slap of his open
palm on her face was menacing. He smiled at her gasp of shock. "Don't act
smart, bitch. No funny stuff."

Anuja looked at him with loathing, the hate blazing in her eyes.

"You bastard," she hissed. "I'll get you for what you've done."

Avinash sneered. "Frankly, I doubt it. Though I encourage you to try. I
enjoy sport."

Anuja smiled sweetly. "Then I take it you're a good loser."

He laughed. "I never lose."

"You will."

"Do your best."

"Thank you. I intend to. Now, shall we go for a swim, beloved husband?"

He ignored the sarcasm and nodded. "Certainly. After you."

At the pool, they were the cynosure of all eyes: Handsome, sexy, so visibly
in love. Everyone smiled at them. Anuja sensed the envy of both men and
women. If only they knew.

Swimming lazily across the pool, Anuja studied the handsome lifeguard and
pool attendant. His name was Salman and he sat in his chair, watching the
swimmers calmly. He was a handsome, dark, superbly built youth in his
mid-twenties. He had the lean, aquiline features of the local people, and
the long, smooth, taut muscles and V-shaped physique of a powerful swimmer.
He wore very tight, very small swimming trunks.

Anuja's eyes lingered on the fascinating bulge between his thighs. She
thought he would make a strong, demanding lover. He caught her eye and
smiled. She stopped at the edge of the pool by his feet. He looked down at
her steadily, his eyes burning into hers. She held his gaze unabashedly and
felt his eyes slip down over her body. She was incredibly sexy. Salman's
pulse quickened as he took in the superb swell and thrust of her breasts,
the firm flatness of her belly, the flare of her hips. Involuntarily, he saw
her in bed, with him, writhing and thrashing and moaning passionately, her
dusky body shining with sweat. His penis stirred. Cursing, he took several
deep breaths, calming himself.

"Please, will you give me a hand?" Her voice was soft and gentle and erotic.

He looked up with a start. She was holding out her hand. He jumped to his
feet and helped her out of the water. For a second, they paused, their
half-naked bodies almost touching, hers glistening wetly, and again he
thought of her, looking like this, bathed in sex-sweat. He could smell her
perfume, gentle, tempting, teasing, very sexy. Her bikini was incredible,
two Band-Aid size strips that barely covered her nipples and squeezed her
breasts together, and a pair of tiny bikini panties that exposed most of her
cunt and buttocks.

She smiled gently, and her hand touched his deep, smooth chest. Salman
handed her a towel. Their fingers touched under it.

"Thank you," she said, and her fingers caressed his in an unmistakable
gesture, locking briefly with his.

Salman's eyes widened in shock. There was no doubt about her intention. He
gaped and she giggled and turned away quickly, toweling her hair. Draping
the towel low around her hips like a sexy skirt, she walked across the paved
patio. Salman fell back in his chair, ogling her lasciviously, lingering on
the superbly postured back, the swing of her hips.

Avinash was sun-bathing, dark shades on his eyes. Anuja sat down beside him
on the large, wooden-slatted white deck-chair. Plucking his glasses off his
head, she smiled.

"Hey, husband."

He opened his eyes and grinned. "Much better, you're learning fast."

"Thank you." Her eyes were laughing. "I just decided that I might as well
enjoy this. No point in fighting pleasure to get pain."

"Clever you," he chuckled.

"Mm. Now. Don't freeze up, O Incapable One. This is still an act."

She slid her hand up his superb chest and bent over to peck his lips
lightly. Avinash did not react. Her fingers were gentle and feather-light,
and her lips were soft and warm and moist. For a second, Avinash felt a
flicker of desire, and then it was gone, replaced by the familiar icy
emptiness. Unerringly, Anuja caught the flash of something beyond. She was
too experienced a lover to miss it. She frowned as it vanished.

"You know, Avinash," she said softly, her eyes bright, pinning his. "One
day, some day, I think you will want to fuck me."

"No," he said softly. "Never."

She smiled. "Never say never, Avinash. Things change. People change."

He looked at her steadily. "I won't. Believe it."

She studied him quietly for a minute and then said, "Tell me."

"What?"

"What I need to know."

"I have told you."

"Not that. The other."

"What other?"

"You know what I'm talking about."

"No, I don't," he said with a flash of irritation. "I have no idea."

She sighed and smiled thinly. "Oh, I think you do, Avinash. You know
perfectly well what I'm talking about. All right, so not now. Later,
someday, perhaps. When things are right, when it is time, when you're ready
and want to tell me what I need to know."

"Whatever the hell it is you're talking about, why do you need to know? And
why would I tell you?"

"Because."

"Because what?"

"Because I agreed to marry you. Because I thought I could love you. That's
why I need to know. Why things can't be as they should?"

"And what do you expect me to hear? What should I tell you?"

"Just who it was that did this to you."

"What are you talking about?" His voice was low, barely stifling his shock.

She looked at him for a long minute, her eyes full of sadness. Finally, she
shook her head.

"Never mind, Avinash, let it go. You can't, won't, acknowledge it yet. But I
know. I know, don't ask me how, that there must have been someone, I don't
know who, someone who turned you into -- into this --"

"Monster?"

She smiled gently. "You said that, not I."

"But you believe it."

"Not really. I did, last night. Not now. I refuse to believe that anyone is
born evil or twisted. Things happen, make them that way. They can be
undone."

"I disagree."

"That's certainly your prerogative. I prefer to wait and see."

"You can wait all you want. It won't happen."

Anuja sighed and smiled slightly. "Are you a soothsayer, too, then?"

He chuckled. "No such luck."

"At least that's something. Things might turn out differently, after all."

Avinash shrugged. "And what is it you want?"

She looked amused. "Actually, if you must know, that lifeguard. Salman. I
want him. I want to fuck him."

Avinash grinned. "Now that I can understand. Certainly. When?"

"Tonight. After dinner."

"I'll arrange it."

"Good. Thank you. And somebody else this afternoon."

"Fine. Anyone in particular?"

She shrugged indifferently. "No, you choose. I'd like two, if that's
possible."

"Together?" he grinned in delight.

"Yes, why, is that a problem?" She looked genuinely surprised.

"No, no problem at all," Avinash laughed. "It's more than I hoped. Thank
you."

She nodded and got up. "I want to go back now, Avinash. I'm going to
masturbate with that big vibrator. Unless I find a waiter with a nice big
cock on the way, in which case I'll fuck him. Come along, if you want to
watch." She started walking away.

"Anuja?"

"Yes?" she stopped and turned.

Avinash looked at her. She was very lovely, very sexy. He shook his head.

"Nothing. Forget it."

Anuja smiled and turned back. Avinash watched her for a moment, then leaned
back, sliding the glasses back over his eyes, feeling distinctly uneasy. How
had she known? How had she seen through him, through the thick barricade he
had so carefully constructed? How could she possibly know?

Now, staring at the screen, Avinash went cold as the memory of that
morning's conversation flooded his mind. Anuja had devastated him with her
acuity and, after she left him, he remained by the pool, struggling to
control the pounding of his heart, to stave off the terrible demons of his
youth. But the past could not be denied.

As he thought of that morning, Avinash felt a twinge of uneasiness. So
close; she had come so close to knowing everything about him. He groaned
softly and, killing the monitors, leaned back in his black leather chair
with his eyes closed as the monsters surged forward again.

                                = o =

Her name was Kavita, and Avinash was madly in love with her. She was a year
or two younger than him, ravishingly beautiful, and, to his mind, very sexy,
although she presented a demure innocence. They met in college, on the very
first day, through a common friend. Kavita was slender and dusky with an
oval face, large, doe-like eyes rimmed with thick *kajal*, and a fine,
straight nose. Her mouth was sexy, the slim upper lip curved in a bow over
the full, straight, lower one. She had a long, elegant neck and her arms and
legs were smooth and nicely turned. The fingers, hands, ankles, wrists and
toes were slender and shapely. Her breasts were full and ripe, sloping like
succulent fruit, and her body nipped in at the waist and flared again to
erotic hips and buttocks. Her legs were lovely, and her belly was firm and
flat. She had a soft, musical voice and her smile was bright and enticing,
lighting up her eyes.

Kavita and Avinash shared an ordinary, middle-class background. She lived
with her parents and sister in a small, dingy three-room apartment in
Central Bombay, near the railway tracks. Avinash lived nearby, in a similar
locality with his parents and elder brother. Neither house had very much
privacy.

Avinash pursued Kavita doggedly. He was a handsome, well-built, kind youth,
and hard to resist. A week after they met, they were going steady.

It was two months before they first slept together. Those eight weeks were
the happiest in Avinash's life. He walked on air. They met daily, and one
look at her and Avinash drowned. The rest of the world simply did not exist.
They talked softly, for hours on end, held hands in darkened movie theatres,
gently caressed each other's arms and hands, played footsie.

A month later, he kissed her for the first time and was surprised by the
hunger in her response as her soft, moist lips flowered beneath his and her
tongue rippled into his mouth.

Matters progressed rapidly after that first, glorious kiss. Kavita didn't
object when Avinash slid his hand into her blouse and fondled her breasts.
Her response excited him, and he goaded her to let him masturbate her. Her
face suffused with excitement, Kavita opened her legs for his fingers. The
ensuing orgasm was intense and her expressions entranced him. He asked her
to jerk him off. A few days later, on the darkened staircase to her flat,
she lifted her skirt over her hips and allowed him to lick her slit,
orgasming with a stifled moan. The next afternoon, unbidden, she sucked his
penis till he came, and, to his utter delight, took his jizz in her mouth.

Their lust was uncontainable. Avinash found a hotel in the suburbs that
hired rooms by the hour. At first, he was hesitant: The hotel was incredibly
sleazy. But Kavita insisted, quietly and gently, and he gave in. He booked a
room for three hours, ignoring the manager's filthy leer.

In the dank, unaired room, on the rickety bed with the soiled sheets, Kavita
and Avinash made love with a hungry desperation. She said she was a virgin,
but he had a little sexual experience and he guided her gently. Kavita
surprised him with her eagerness and willingness. They fucked incessantly
for over an hour, in a variety of positions, and Kavita came again and again
in a series of shattering, multiple orgasms. They rested for a while, dozing
in each other's arms, and then, to his delight, she woke him with a caress,
going down to take his penis between her lips. Avinash thought she was
irresistible.

Over the next several months, they used the hotel as a second home. They
were there almost daily, spending long hours exploring each other's bodies,
never tiring of it. The manager's leer changed to a bored, indifferent
shrug. Inside the room, they could hardly wait and flung themselves at each
other, tearing off their clothes in a frenzy.

The first fuck was invariably a mad, frenetic tangle of limbs, feverish
kissing, loud moans and cries and a hard, demanding thrust from him that
drew a choking cry from her. They grew adept, and soon learned to stop at
the very threshold of the first, cataclysmic orgasm. The forced denial only
aroused them further, and for the next hour or more, they would fuck in
every manner they could think of, trying to draw it out as long as they
could.

Kavita was superb in bed. One of his most enduring memories of that time was
of Kavita in her favourite position astride his hips, impaled on his erect
penis, her lovely long neck arched, her head flung back, her face suffused
with lust, her mouth open in an 'O', her eyes half-shut. Moaning, she would
drag her hands sensuously up her slender, curved body to her breasts and
then squeeze them erotically, while her hips undulated and gyrated over his.
She loved 'dirty talk' and her love-calls were litanies of obscenity.

"Yes! Fuck me, lover! Fuck my cunt! Fuck me like a whore!" she often gasped.

Kavita baulked at nothing. It was she who first suggested they try anal sex.
Avinash was bowled over, deeply aroused, yet worried, not wanting to hurt
her. She begged him to do it, insisting that she wanted it, too. And when he
finally relented and gently eased his inflamed penis into her asshole,
Kavita's cries were unmistakably those of lust.

Then the hellfire came.

They were at the hotel one steamy afternoon, and Kavita's body was streaming
with sweat already. She was kneeling on the bed, her forearms on the floor,
her buttocks thrust back, her body angling sharply downward. Avinash was on
his knees behind her, ram-fucking her cunt savagely from behind. His hands
on her slender waist, he slammed his hips back and forth, gasping and crying
out. She moaned loudly, jerking and rocking under him, her swollen breasts
jiggling with the savage thrusts. His cock pistoned in and out of her cunt,
his balls and thighs slapping against her buttocks.

"Harder!" she gasped. "Fuck me harder!"

Avinash stopped with a gasping growl and jerked her back onto the bed.

"Want your ass, whore!" he rasped. "I wanna fuck your butt!"

"Do it like this!" she gasped. "Quickly! Do it like this!"

Avinash slid out of her cunt and pushed his cock-head to her puckered anus.
Kavita groaned in tension, but her sphincter was relaxed and open. Avinash
pulled her buttocks open and, flexing his buttocks, slipped his cock-head
into her anus. Kavita cried out, her breath coming in shuddering, shaking
gasps.

"More!" she gasped. "Put it in! I want it all!"

Avinash groaned and squeezed his penis deeper and deeper into her hot,
tight, convulsing ass. Kavita cried out, her head arched up, her face
contorted in a rictus of lust. They were before a full length mirror and
Avinash was transfixed by their reflection. He started fucking her butt
slowly, with heavy, grinding thrusts. His penis glistened as it went in and
out of her rear channel, appearing and disappearing between the lobes of her
buttocks. Under him, Kavita whimpered and moaned deliriously.

They were so engrossed in each other that they never heard the commotion
outside. Suddenly, there was a resounding crash, and the door burst open.
Avinash had just thrust deep into Kavita's anus and he froze, buried in her
flesh, his mouth opening soundlessly. Kavita's head snapped up. Her moan of
pleasure died on her lips. Three policemen in khaki stood at the door. There
was a long silence. Then one of them, evidently the senior man, an
inspector, smiled cruelly.

"Well, well," he drawled softly. "Look at this, will you?"

Avinash gasped and lurched out of Kavita's butt. She cried out and scrambled
onto the bed. They fumbled desperately for their clothes, their eyes
frantic.

"Stay as you are!" the Inspector bellowed, drawing his revolver. "You're
under arrest!"

Kavita and Avinash froze in terror. The Inspector and constables leered at
her naked body and she lowered her eyes in shame, trying to cover her
nakedness with the sheet. Avinash felt his gut cramp with fear.

"Sir?"

"Yes?"

"Don't you think we should ask madam to see the evidence?"

The Inspector chuckled. "You're right. Go call her."

A constable scurried out. He returned in seconds, and behind him was a woman
Inspector dressed in tight trousers and an equally tight uniform shirt. She
looked at the two on the bed and a smile danced on her lips and in her eyes.

"My, my," she said softly. "That is conclusive evidence. Shut the door!"

One of the constables bolted the door and jammed a chair against it. Kavita
was crying with terror. Avinash grabbed the sheet and pulled it about his
groin.

"You -- you can't do this!" he shouted. "You have no right!"

He didn't even see the backhanded blow coming. It caught him on his face and
lifted him straight out of bed and sent him sprawling on the other side,
cutting his lip. Kavita screamed.

"Shut up, fuckface," the inspector who had hit him snapped. "You're in deep
shit. Deep shit."

The woman nodded. "Yes, I certainly think so. What were they doing?"

"He was buggering her."

"Tsk, tsk. Such bad habits. Criminal tendencies. Section 377, Penal Code, I
believe. Buggery is still a criminal offense in this country, you know."

"Absolutely right. Life imprisonment, or ten years, simple or rigorous. And
a fine."

"Mm. Too bad. Arrest the guy!"

The constables moved forward and Avinash scampered back on his buttocks.
Kavita screamed again, begging for mercy.

"Wait!" The woman inspector barked an order. She turned to Kavita. "Mercy,
heh? Well, gentlemen, do we have any provisions for that?"

"Not under the Penal Code, ma'am."

"True. Pity. What about the Penis Code?"

The male inspector laughed. "Under that yes, certainly. All authority."

"Good. Shall we exercise our discretion then? I am tempted to compound the
offense."

"So am I."

"Constables?"

"Yes, ma'am, sir!" The two thugs chorused.

The inspectors grinned at each other. The woman nodded at the constables.
"Hold her down," she ordered.

Kavita screamed again as the two constables pounced on her and slammed her
on her back on the bed, pinning her down. She struggled violently and one of
them slapped her hard. She cried out.

"It will be better if you keep quiet and accept it," the woman snapped. "You
have fucked before, so it will not hurt unless you fight. Do you
understand?"

Avinash was screaming as he rushed towards the men. The inspector came in
his way and hit him again. Avinash fell back howling with rage and fear.

"Shut up!" the male inspector bellowed. "Shut the fuck up, or I'll shove
this baton up your arse!"

Still Avinash struggled and suddenly, the woman whipped around and slammed a
clenched fist into his plexus. Avinash's breath whooshed from his throat and
he sagged to the floor, staggering back to a corner, down on his knees, his
hands clenching his stomach, desperately gasping for air. The cops laughed
at him.

The inspector turned to the bed and a huge grin split his face. The two
constables had Kavita spreadeagled, her legs split wide, her arms above her
head. She was utterly helpless. Her struggles had diminished and she lay
there moaning softly. The male inspector chuckled and unzipped his fly.
Avinash moaned as he saw the man take out his penis. It was huge, at least
ten inches long, nearly two inches thick, dark and hard as a rock. He
advanced towards Kavita.

"Wait," the woman inspector said suddenly, looking at Avinash. "Not like
this. Use the dirt."

The men looked at each other and grinned. "Good idea," one said.

The woman dug into her breast pocket and pulled out a small brown paper
packet and, opening it, emptied its contents on the bed. There were several
little glass vials and two clear plastic packets of white powder. Avinash
gasped, realising at once what this was. Before he could even open his mouth
to say a word, the woman inspector grabbed a vial and snapped it under
Kavita's nose.

The effect of the drug was instantaneous and astonishing. All resistance
vanished from Kavita. She relaxed visibly and her features rearranged
themselves in a slavish smile of pure, wanton lust. The constables released
her at a nod from the male inspector.

"Fuck me," Kavita murmured to him, her eyes on his rampant penis, her lips
parted. "I want your cock!"

Avinash moaned and buried his head in his hands. The woman chuckled and
strode across to him, kneeling on the floor. Her fingers gripped his hair
and jerked his head back. Avinash cried out in pain. She grinned down at him
and looked at his cock.

"Nice," she murmured. "Really nice. Wouldn't mind having some of that meat
myself. Would you like to oblige?"

Her booted foot moved between his legs and the toe pressed to his balls.

"Or shall I crush these wonderful balls of yours, boyo? Won't take a
minute."

Avinash was about to swear and spit in her face when she pressed her toe
into his scrotum. The obscenity died on his lips and he stared at her. She
laughed.

"That's better. Yeah, I think you're getting the picture. Tell you what.
We'll watch the guys fuck your girl, then I'll fuck her, then you fuck me
while she watches. Sounds good?"

Avinash didn't reply and she jerked his head back and slapped him hard. He
gasped, tears welling in his eyes.

"Answer!" she hissed. "Sounds good?"

"Yes," he moaned. "It sounds good."

Laughing, she let him go, turning around and shoving his head forward so he
could watch Kavita and the three men on the bed.

The inspector had dropped his trousers and he was standing on the bed in his
boots with Kavita on her knees in front of him, fucking her mouth. She
sucked his cock with evidently unfaked hunger, jerking it one hand, licking
and sucking it lasciviously, moaning and keening like a puppy, her hands
caressing her naked body. The constables were masturbating, their cocks long
and dark and thick, grinning at the sight. The inspector chortled, his head
bent, watching Kavita, one hand on her head, moving it steadily back and
forth.

"Mmm -- nice -- real nice -- suck it -- come on whore -- suck it harder!"

Kavita obeyed at once and he groaned softly, pumping his hips back and
forth. His huge penis glistened between her lips.

"Sheela," he called over his shoulder to the woman inspector. "I think it's
time we gathered the evidence, yes?"

"Of course," she said and nodded to one of the constables. He opened the
door a crack, whispered something to someone outside, then opened it and two
more men scurried in. They were laden with cameras, still and video,
tripods, flash guns and lights. The inspector on the bed, fucking Kavita's
face, nodded to them and, grinning at the sight, they scurried about setting
up their gear. Avinash stared in horror.

"Hey, inspector-*sahib*! Do we get a chance, too? This is one hot number you
got there!"

"Do your work first, asshole," Sheela, the female inspector snarled. "You
can fuck her later. When we get what we want."

"Okay, okay, no need to get antsy," the cameraman grumbled good-naturedly.
"Man, what a looker!"

They picked up their cameras and started filming. There were two videos
going and three still cameras. Flashbulbs popped constantly, and the room
was full of a hard, brittle light. The two cameramen moved around for
different angles, taking close-ups of the inspector's cock in Kavita's
mouth, shots of her hands on her breasts, in her cunt, full body shots,
everything.

They talked softly to each other as they worked. One of them, the one who
had asked to fuck her, was called Arun and his assistant was Santosh. They
worked with single-minded concentration, efficiently and quickly. The
inspector kept fucking her face for the cameras.

"Done?" the inspector asked with a husky groan. "Got what we need?"

"Yup. All done," Arun grinned. "You can start fucking her now."

The inspector laughed and pushed Kavita onto her back on the bed. He bent
over her, between her thighs. She spread them wide, her eyes glittering with
lust and arched herself wantonly under him.

"Come on," she moaned. "Fuck me -- fuck me hard!"

The inspector chuckled and pressed his cock-head to her cunt-lips. It was
huge and Kavita tensed. He paused, bent over her on his arms. With a loud,
shuddering cry, the inspector flexed his buttocks and slammed his hips
forward. His penis rammed into Kavita's cunt and she cried out, her face
twisting in agony and joy, her back arching, the breath whooshing from her
throat. The huge cock disappeared into her flesh. Flashes popped
frantically.

"Like it?" the inspector snarled in her ear. "Say you like it, whore!"

"Yes!" she gasped. "Oh god yes! It's wonderful! Ohhhh yes -- it's so big --
yes -- fuck me -- fuck me hard -- please -- fuck me!"

"My name's Karan -- call my name, bitch!"

"Karan! Fuck me! Fuck me, Karan!"

"Yeh! That's better! Say it again!"

"Fuck me!" she shouted. "Fuck me, Karan! Fuck me like a whore!"

Karan flung his head back and laughed. "Then take it, bitch! Take it!"

He lifted his hips, moving his cock outward and then rammed it back in again
savagely. Kavita cried out, her face contorting, her body arching and
twisting and bowing under his.

"Say it!" he bellowed. "Keep saying you want it, whore, keep talking!"

"Ohhhh yes!" she sobbed, her breathing ragged and staccato. "Fuck me -- fuck
me -- fuck me Karan -- keep fucking me -- hard -- like this -- Ohhh yes!
yes! Unhhh! OHHHHHHHH!"

Chortling and laughing, the inspector ram-fucked Kavita's cunt as Avinash
watched in horrified fascination. His hips swung up and down, up and down.
His cock crushed into her cunt again and again, ramming and reaming in
deeply, pistoning violently up and down and in and out of her cunt. Kavita
gasped and cried out loudly, her body jerking and thrashing on the bed,
snapping up and down with his thrusts. Her breasts jiggled violently and she
squeezed them in her hands in frenzied excitement. Her hips bucked and
lurched under his. Her cries were loud and utterly obscene, with no hint of
make believe.

"Ohhhh god oh god ohgodohgodyesfuckmefuckmefuckmeOhhhhhhyes Karan yes Ohhhh
unhhhh Ohhh Oh OH OH OH Karan-Karan-Karan-K-UHHHH-RUHHHHHHNYES!" she went.

"Yeh! Take it! Take it! Take it!" he grunted, slamming his hips back and
forth between her forked thighs.

Incredulously, Avinash saw Kavita orgasming, her body arching sharply under
his. She scrabbled at his tunic, tearing it open, kissed him feverishly,
squeezing his bulging biceps in a frenzy, clenching his buttocks, pulling
his head down to hers and kissing him like a lover. Her orgasmed reached a
crescendo and the inspector stroked furiously in and out of her cunt, making
her gasp and groan. As her climax ebbed, he slowed his motions.

"Fuck, she's incredible!" Santosh, the camera assistant gasped in awe.

All of them looked impressed, even Sheela. Avinash looked up at her and saw
the lust glittering in her eyes. She was a sexy woman with a fine-featured,
oval face, large eyes and a long neck and a knockout figure. Her nose was
slim and straight and her mouth was soft and full. She had a firm chin. She
had undone her tunic and pulled it open and her hands were over her large,
firm breasts, caressing them erotically. Her nipples were long and stiff. As
he watched, she unbuckled her trousers and stepped out of them. Her buttocks
were firm and strong and her cunt was a neatly trimmed dark delta,
glistening with moisture. Watching the two on the bed, she stepped across to
a chair against the far wall. Avinash watched as she flung herself into it.
Spreading her legs, she started masturbating slowly. Avinash flicked a
glance at the cameramen. Santosh was grinning. He motioned to Arun, who
smiled and one of them turned a camera on her. Sheela spread her legs wider
still for the camera and smiled seductively, spreading her cunt-lips open.
Avinash could see the stiff stem of her clitoris in her shapely fingers. She
rubbed it erotically with a circular motion of her fingertip, her other hand
squeezing her lovely breasts. She was very sexy.

Karan chuckled and Avinash's eyes jumped back to the bed. The inspector was
grinning at his colleague on the chair, as he continued fucking Kavita
slowly and heavily. She groaned and whimpered deliriously under him, moaning
a litany of obscenities.

"Ohhh yes -- yes -- Ohhh god Karan -- yes -- that's so good -- fuck me,
baby -- fuck me!"

"Want your cunt licked, bitch?" he said loudly.

"Yes -- yes -- tongue-fuck me -- please -- do it!" she gasped.

Karan laughed and slid smoothly out of her. He motioned to the two gasping,
masturbating constables and they moved forward.

"Lick her cunt, Laxman," he ordered. "I'm gonna fuck her mouth some more.
You can fuck her later. All of you. Mukesh, I think madam wants her slit
licked, too. Do it."

"No, I want him," Sheela groaned from the chair, nodding to Avinash.

"Later," Karan barked. "You can have him later. I want him to watch his
broad getting some real fucking."

Sheela didn't argue. Avinash moaned in despair and watched, transfixed, as
Karan moved up to kneel over his lover's face, pushing his cock into her
mouth, while the constable thrust his face into her crotch. The cameramen
split forces, one of them filming the action on the bed, the other following
Mukesh, who was on his knees before Sheela, his face between her thighs.
Sheela moaned and gasped and smiled in pleasure as the constable shoved his
tongue into her cunt. She clenched his head and moved it round and round
between her thighs.

"Yeh -- ohhh yes -- lick it, boy -- lick my cunt -- Ohhh yes!" she moaned.

On the bed, the other constable was greedily lapping at Kavita's cunt, his
thick tongue roving in her cunt-flesh, rippling up and down her crack. She
spread her legs wide open for him while her head rocked rapidly up and down
between the inspector's thighs, her face distended with his penis. The
constable slid a finger into her slit and started masturbating her.

"Use the baton," Karan grunted without turning his face. "Fuck her with the
nightstick."

The constable grinned and reached for the wooden club. It was slim and
smooth. He pressed it into her cunt and slowly squeezed it inward. Kavita
gagged on Karan's cock, making him laugh, and her hips jerked upward in a
frenzy. The constable masturbated her with it, and then thrust his face into
her crotch again, licking her slit at the same time. Kavita writhed on the
bed, whimpering deep in her throat. Her hips jerked up and down in
excitement.

Avinash heard a sharp gasp and his head spun around and he saw that Sheela
was sucking Mukesh's penis hungrily, her head rocking back and forth between
his thighs. The constable groaned, then chuckled and, regaining control,
started fucking his superior's face steadily, pumping his hips back and
forth, rocking her head back and forth with one hand.

"Mmm -- nice -- real nice, ma'am -- suck it -- suck it like a whore,
ma'am -- yeh -- like that -- ohh yes -- suck it good, ma'am-bitch-whore --
Ohh yes --"

"Okay, bitch, enough. Time for some more fucking."

On the bed, Karan elbowed the constable away and moved off Kavita's face.
She moaned softly, her lips glistening with his pre-cum gunk, her eyes
shining with desire. He grinned and squeezed her breasts.

"Nice tits," he said. "Good piece of ass. Okay, bitch. On your front."

He rolled her over onto her front on her hands and knees. Kavita swayed
erotically before him like a wanton slut.

"Take me," she gasped in a heavy, lust-laden voice over her shoulder, one
hand between her legs, opening her cunt-lips for him. "Take me hard,
Karan -- fuck my slit again!"

"Or your ass? Like lover-boy there likes to do?" he sneered.

"Or my ass -- if you like -- whatever -- you choose -- but -- do
something -- fuck me!"

The men laughed.

"Got us a real hot number here, sir," said Laxman. "The best yet."

"Yeah. And that's saying a lot," Karan chortled. "Okay, whore. Your cunt
now. Ass later."

Kavita nodded and he knelt behind her and squeezed his cock-head into her
cunt. She moaned as it surged into her flesh. Arun dropped to his knees and
zoomed in to a close-up of Karan's penis squeezing between the curves of her
buttocks and vanishing into the hair-rimmed V of her cunt. Kavita gasped
sharply, her head arching and rocked forward under the inspector, falling
forward onto her forearms. He gripped her hips, flexed his buttocks and
pushed his cock deeper into her cunt, till his thighs were at her buttocks,
his balls pressed to her cunt-lips. Her hips writhed eagerly under his.

"Ohhhh yes!" she gasped. "Ohhh god yes, Karan, yes -- that's so good -- now
fuck me hard, Karan -- fuck me hard!"

Karan grinned and squeezed her swollen, pendulous breasts. She groaned
softly. He started fucking her slowly and heavily, moving his hips in tight
little circles so that his penis entered her cunt from all angles. Kavita
whimpered delirious obscenities, her hips gyrating with his. His cock went
in and out of her, appearing and disappearing alternating, glistening with
their coital fluids.

"Harder!" she cried. "Fuck me harder! Come on Karan, fuck me!"

The inspector grunted and began rocking his hips back and forth in a
steadily quickening tempo. Kavita gasped, rocking and lurching and jerking
under him, her breasts jiggling. Faster and faster he went and her cries
grew sharper and shriller. He flung his head back and gasped, his hips
rocking rapidly back and forth, his cock now ramming and reaming into her
tight cunt, driving in all the way, sliding out, crushing down into her
cunt-flesh again. Faster still, and his thighs slapped audibly against her
buttocks. He squeezed her buttocks and breasts in a frenzy, and she swayed
and rocked under him, begging for more. She came again and he gasped,
wincing at the pressure of her cunt and slowed to a deep, spiralling,
skewering action.

"Now," he gasped, suddenly jerking out of her and pressing his cock-head to
her anus. "I want your ass, whore! I wanna cum in your ass!"

Kavita moaned, gasping, her chest heaving and leaned steeply forward with
her face on its side on the bed, her hips raised high. He clawed her
buttocks open and pressed his cock-head to her anus and, flexing his
buttocks, eased his hips forward. Avinash watched in horror as the enormous
penis disappeared into his girlfriend's anus, inching inward. Kavita moaned
in pure pleasure, her face contorting with lust. Karan gasped, his head
flung back, his belly sucked in, his muscles rippling with tension as he
buried his penis in her ass.

"Ohh! Ohh! OH! OH OH OH OH OHHHH!" she cried. "Yes! Oh god yes! Oh uh oh uh
oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh OHHHH uhh oh god uh oh ma oh ma oh ma oh ma uhh
AHHHHH!"

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!" the inspector gasped.

He sodomised Kavita slowly and heavily, pushing his cock deeply in and out
of her anus for several minutes, gradually building up speed till he had hit
a steady, rocking rhythm. She gasped and cried out in lust under him, her
face screwed up, whimpering obscene encouragement to her new found lover,
begging for more.

She came again and now Karan, too, was sated. He stroked smoothly in and out
of her anus for a few minutes and then, growling and gasping with pleasure,
rocked deep into her ass and stiffened. Avinash saw his hard buttocks
twitching, his hips grinding at her buttocks as he emptied himself into her
asshole. Kavita whimpered happily, writhing in joy under him, pressing her
buttocks hard against him. He squeezed her breasts and slowly slid out.

"Fuck, that was good," he panted, grinning. "Okay, Laxman, Mukesh. You can
have her now. Fuck her well."

While Kavita was being thoroughly fucked on the bed, Mukesh had gone back to
licking Sheela's slit for some time. After a bit, she sucked his cock again,
while they waited for Karan to finish. Now Mukesh pulled away from her.

"Later," he said. "Gonna fuck your brains out later, whore!"

She smiled wantonly in spite of the insolence of her subordinate. Obviously,
once they were out of uniform, rank counted for nothing.

Sauntering across the room, Karan rummaged in his tunic pocket and found a
packet of imported cigarettes. He lit one and blew out a thin stream of
smoke and winked broadly at Avinash with a leer.

"Fuckin' A, man," he said. "Awesome fuck. Best in a long time."

Avinash stared at him, his face white with shock. Karan laughed at his
expression and nodded to the bed.

"Keep watching, stud," he said. "You're going to see a hell of a lot of
fucking. That girlfriend of yours is going to be fucked like you won't
believe. Going to be a long, long time before we're done, my friend. That I
promise you."

Avinash moaned softly and began to cry. Karan laughed and turned away.
Avinash felt a hand under his elbow. It was Sheela. She pulled him to his
feet gently and kissed him with surprising tenderness. Her tongue snaked
between his lips and, pressed to her luscious nakedness, he felt himself
stir involuntarily and respond, his lips parting.

"That's better," she whispered, her fingers crawling down his belly to his
cock, tugging it gently. "Relax. Let it flow. No one will get hurt. You have
my word. Enjoy it."

She pulled him to the chair and he sank into it, his chest heaving with
sobs, tears streaming helplessly down his face. She licked one lasciviously
and then bent her head and licked and sucked on his nipple.

"I want you," she murmured. "I want your cock."

Her face slid between his thighs. Avinash groaned as she took his penis in
her mouth.

"No," he moaned. "Please -- no -- don't --"

"Relax," she murmured. "Enjoy it."

Avinash noticed with horror that now he, too, was being filmed. He squirmed
and tried to pull free, but she would not let him go. Her tongue and lips
worked his penis adroitly, incessantly, hungrily. Despite himself, Avinash
felt himself respond and saw the small smile of triumph on her face as his
cock quivered and began to swell. Sheela sucked it greedily, her tongue
swirling over the cock-head, pumping the shaft in her fist. Avinash moaned
in despair. The two cameramen and Karan grinned at him.

On the bed, the two constables were taking turns fucking Kavita's face.
Avinash saw her sucking their cocks one by one with evident relish, licking
and slurping audibly, her head rocking back and forth between their thighs.
They grinned happily, pumping their hips back and forth, moving her head
with their hands to suit their pleasure, mouthing obscenities.

"Yeh -- suck it -- suck it whore -- suck it good," one of them said.

Her face shining with lust, Kavita pulled both men forward and greedily
tried to suck their cocks simultaneously. The two bulging cock-heads
distended her face and Avinash saw her tongue working them feverishly,
licking and lapping at them wantonly. Now his own penis was rock-hard and
Sheela was sucking it slowly, her head rising and falling over his lap,
turning from side to side as she sucked and licked every inch of it.

"Okay guys, fuck her," Karan ordered his constables. "One by one, then
together."

Mukesh fucked Kavita first, on her back. His penis was thick and long and
his body was stocky and muscular. Kavita gasped sharply and arched under him
as he drove into her cunt. She cried out lustily, kissing him deeply, her
hips lurching up to meet his in descent. His enormous penis vanished into
her flesh. He bent over her, his hands on her breasts, crushing them
savagely and began fucking her rapidly, with hard, furious thrusts that made
her body jerk and rock and snap under his. Faster and faster he went,
plunging in and out of her like a dervish, his buttocks flexing and
unflexing, his hips hammering up and down. Kavita cried out loudly and
lewdly, thrashing passionately beneath him.

"Yes!" she cried. "Yes Mukesh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder, Mukesh! Yes!"

He fucked her for several minutes and then, just as she brinked at an
orgasm, jerked out of her with a gasp and made room for his mate. Laxman
rolled her onto her front and mounted her from behind in a deep squat
astride her hips, quickly ramming his bloated, long penis into her cunt.
Kavita gasped, rocking feverishly on her forearms and knees, moaning
incessantly. Her body glistened with sex-sweat; strands of hair clung damply
to the nape of her neck. Her breasts jiggled and shook as the constable
plundered her cunt, thundering in and out of her cunt with shuddering moans,
his cock reaming and slamming in and out, in and out, in and out.

Sheela got to her feet and straddled Avinash's hips, her back to him, her
legs outside his. He groaned and again begged her to let him go. She ignored
him. His penis was rock-hard, throbbing, glistening with pre-cum gunk and
her oral ministrations. She moved his cock between her thighs and slowly
impaled her cunt on his cock-head. Avinash gasped at the heat and warmth and
wetness of her cunt. She groaned deeply and flexed her buttocks rapidly,
squeezing his penis. Her hips swirled in tight, erotic circles and she
gasped, her hands on her breasts. The cameramen zoomed in to a shot of their
loins. Slowly, grinding round and round, she let her hips descend. Her cunt
sank down on Avinash's penis till it was deep in her flesh and then she
began moving, rocking unhurriedly up and down on his cock. Avinash moaned
softly and, helpless slave to his body, began to move with her. Karan saw it
and laughed.

On the bed, the two constables were now fucking Kavita together in her cunt
and mouth. Avinash groaned at the sight, watching as she bucked on one man's
penis while she sucked the other. Under her, Laxman grunted and groaned,
bucking up and down, tossing her on his cock, squeezing her breasts hard.
Kavita's face was turned to one side, buried between Mukesh's strong thighs.
The men laughed and called her names.

"Yeh -- take it whore -- take it --," one gasped.

They broke apart and exchanged positions, Mukesh taking her from beneath,
her back to him, his finger probing her anus, while Laxman went back to
fucking her mouth. Avinash began to think this was all a hideous nightmare.

The sensations in his loins betrayed him. Sheela's cunt convulsed on his
penis and he gasped and arched up under her, his hands flying involuntarily
to her breasts, squeezing them hard. She gasped in joy and moved faster, her
buttocks flexing and unflexing, her hips rising and falling, her cunt
sliding up and down the length of his mammoth erection. Her buttocks bounced
off his thighs as she took his penis fully within her flesh.

"Ohhh yes -- yes -- fuck me -- Ohhhh yes!" she gasped. "Oh god yes!"

Her words echoed Kavita's on the bed. Now the two cops were raiding her cunt
and ass together, simultaneously and she was enjoying every minute of it.

"Ohhhh Unhhh OH OH OHHH!" she cried. "Yes! Yes! Ohhhh yes!"

Avinash watched in muted, horrified fascination as the two enormous penises
sawed in and out of the adjacent orifices, separated by the merest membrane
of flesh. Kavita rocked back and forth on her hands and knees like a rutting
bitch, forcing her cunt down onto Laxman's cock, her ass back onto Mukesh's.
The men grunted and gasped, rocking their hips, forcing their swollen
members into her tight cunt and tighter anus with obscene cries of pleasure.
Suddenly, Karan jumped onto the bed and thrust his penis at her face. Kavita
moaned softly and took it in her mouth. Avinash closed his eyes.

He gasped at a sudden release of pressure as Sheela lurched off his cock.
She flung herself forward on the floor on her hands and knees, her back to
him.

"Fuck me -- quickly -- do it!" she cried.

Avinash felt curiously detached, almost as though he were outside himself,
watching. He moved off the chair and, kneeling behind her, obediently
squeezed his cock into her cunt, flexing his buttocks and pushing in deeper
and deeper till he had forced all of it into her. Sheela groaned thickly,
lurching and swaying erotically under him.

"Yes!" she groaned. "Oh god yes -- fuck me, baby -- fuck me hard!"

Avinash fucked her slowly and heavily, with punishing, skewering thrusts,
pulling out, then ramming deep into her. She was actually a wonderful piece
of ass. Her cunt was hot and wet and tight and it sucked on his cock with a
feverish hunger that was sensational. He plunged into her flesh again and
again.

"Harder!" she cried. "Harder!"

Avinash squeezed her jiggling, pendulous breasts and looked up at the bed.
They were still at it, and now the cops had swapped places: Karan was
raiding her bottom, while Mukesh fucked her cunt and Laxman her mouth.
Kavita's body thrashed deliriously between theirs as they moved faster and
faster. As he watched, Karan yielded with a satisfied grunt and chuckle and
Laxman abandoned her mouth. Moving behind her, he squeezed his penis between
her buttocks and, flexing his buttocks, drove into her anus. Kavita cried
out, her face contorting in a rictus, lust all over her pretty face.

"Ohhhh yes-yes-yes!" she moaned. "That feels so good -- fuck me, guys --
fuck me! Ohhh god yes -- fuck me harder Ohhhh yes -- that's it -- yes!"

She orgasmed repeatedly and, finally, the two cops relented and came, one
showering her buttocks and back with his jizz, the other exploding over her
breasts and thighs and belly. Kavita collapsed on the bed, panting and
gasping and trembling, her racked, sobbing gasps loud and ragged.

The two constables got off the bed and, with Karan, moved towards Avinash
and Sheela still fucking heavily. Avinash froze.

"Okay, stud. Up. Out. Move." Karan's voice was cold and flat.

Avinash lurched out of Sheela, making her gasp in surprise. He staggered to
his feet and backed nervously away.

"Sheela. You're on." He jerked a thumb over his shoulder.

Sheela groaned and rose unsteadily. She looked at the three men.

"You're going to fuck me. All of you. One by one. Then together. Like her."

They laughed. "Sure thing, bitch," Karan said, squeezing her heavy breasts.
"We'll fuck your brains right out, right guys?"

"Yes, sir!" the two constables chorused with huge grins.

"I'm gonna bugger you!" Mukesh chortled.

"You'd better," she retorted, "or I'll have your balls for breakfast."

She moved to the bed with Kavita and, pushing her on her back, kissed her.
Avinash moaned and buried his face in his hands. Karan jerked his head back,
his hands in his hair.

"Watch them, asshole," he snarled. "Watch your broad do some lesbo stuff!
'Coz after that you're next!"

Avinash cried out in pain, writhing to get free. Karan shoved him away
contemptuously.

"Fuckin' wimp," he muttered. "Motherfuckin' wimp."

The constables sneered at him and then all three turned back to the bed,
watching in silence. Avinash stared at the two women miserably. Sheela was
licking Kavita's cunt, and Kavita moaned thickly, her hands on Sheela's
head, her hips writhing eagerly.

"Yes," she gasped, fondling her swollen breasts. "Oh god yes! Yes! Do it --
lick me -- lick my slit, Sheela -- Ohhhh yes!"

The cameras zoomed in for close-ups of Sheela's sharp, pointed tongue
darting lasciviously in and out of Kavita's cunt. Kavita groaned, lurching
and heaving and writhing joyfully. Slowly, Sheela brought her off. They
broke apart and went into each other's arms, kissing and squeezing each
other's breasts and then it was Kavita's turn and she sucked Sheela's
breasts, murmuring in pleasure. Sheela turned on her front and Kavita bent
behind her, and licked her cunt and anus from behind. Sheela turned her face
to the camera and smiled lasciviously, running her tongue over her upper
lip, fondling her breasts.

"Daisy chain," Karan said.

Instantly, the two constables moved towards the women. Laxman knelt before
Sheela and pushed his penis into her mouth. She began sucking it eagerly,
rocking back and forth as Kavita licked her cunt and ass from behind. Mukesh
knelt behind Kavita and started fucking her slowly from behind, holding her
hips and rocking his cock in and out of her cunt.

On and on they went, the women exchanging positions, the men swapping,
grouping and re-grouping without a pause. Kavita behaved like the others, as
though she'd been doing this all her life and was still unable to get enough
of it. She resisted nothing, objected to nothing, and seemed to sense
instinctively what was required, and did it without hesitation.

Sheela moved the group apart and picked up the baton. She removed the strap
and buckle so that she held a long smooth wooden stem in her hands. On her
hands and knees, she fed one of it into her cunt from behind and backed
towards Kavita. Kavita laughed happily in understanding and promptly took
the same position, her back to Sheela. Taking the protruding end of the
baton, she quickly impaled her cunt on it. Avinash stared in disbelief.

The two women groaned and gasped and lurched back and forth on all fours,
their cunts running back and forth and up and down the length of the baton.
Their buttocks slapped audibly at each other's. The two constables laughed
and started fucking their mouths. Karan grinned and moved between the two
women, pushing his cock between their buttocks so that it was squeezed
between the two pairs of buttocks as they crashed together in mounting
urgency.

On and on it went, and Avinash could only watch incredulously. Kavita was
having the time of her life, her face bright with lust, jerking and rocking
hotly back and forth.

The group broke apart and they finished with Karan fucking Kavita again,
taking her from behind lying on her side while the two constables fucked
Sheela's cunt and mouth together.

"Yes -- yes -- Karan -- fuck me!" Kavita moaned, turning her face back and
kissing Karan hungrily and deeply like a lover.

He chortled and squeezed her breasts, his hips pounding at hers, his cock
ramming in and out of her cunt. He looked at Avinash over her shoulder.

"Great piece of ass, shitface. Really great. And she loves it when I fuck
her. Doncha cunt?"

"Yes!" Kavita moaned. "You're the best! Ohhh yes!"

Karan cackled with laughter and rolled her over onto her knees and forearms
and began fucking her rapidly, pounding in and out of her cunt. She groaned
and moaned happily as his penis sawed back and forth, in and out of her
flesh. Avinash saw her orgasm and seconds later, the inspector followed,
groaning and burying himself inside and exploding, his hips twitching
violently. Beside them, on the bed, the two constables, now fucking Sheela's
cunt and ass together moved faster and faster and faster, tossing her body
between theirs, taking her hard and brutally, ramming and reaming into her
till they were satisfied.

They took a twenty-minute break, the guys smoking and chatting. Sheela
sponged herself and Kavita. Kavita seemed to be asleep. The cameramen
checked their equipment and loaded fresh film. Avinash watched, dazed and
numb. They weren't done yet.

Karan roused Kavita, but gently and forced more drugs into her. She gasped
and arched, orgasming, and, smiling wantonly, began masturbating dreamily.
The cameras were already rolling and clicking.

"Okay, boyo. Your turn. Fuck her."

Avinash stared at him in disbelief.

"Move it, asshole. Fuck her! Now!"

Avinash froze. One of the cops shoved him forward, Karan shoved him to the
bed.

"Fuck her, shitface," he snarled. "Now! Don't stop till I say so, and you
fuck her like I say. First, her mouth. Then lick her slit. Then on her back.
Then on top of you. Then from behind in her cunt and ass. Come in her mouth.
Got it?"

Avinash stared at him in shock. Karan slapped him, hard.

"Got it, asshole?" he snarled. "Or do you want my guys to fuck your ass
instead of hers?"

On the bed, Kavita was smiling wantonly and moaning softly. Her legs were
spread wide apart and she was fingering her cunt, rubbing her clitoris
rapidly, fondling her breasts.

"Fuck me -- I want to be fucked -- I want to be fucked hard -- like a
whore!" she said.

Avinash stood frozen, his head in his hands. Suddenly, he gasped. Kavita had
turned around and was sucking his cock, kneeling before him. The cops
chuckled and Karan stepped away from the bed, nodding to the cameramen.

"Hell's bells," Avinash heard him say. "Looks like we landed ourselves one
hot number!"

Avinash moaned, his head flung back, his eyes closed. There was nothing he
could do. As always, he felt himself responding to the magic of Kavita's
lips and tongue. Despite himself, he gasped in pleasure, succumbing to the
degradation.

She sucked his penis ardently, her head rocking back and forth before him,
her tongue working his cock-head cleverly, attempting to prise open his
frenum. The sensation was extraordinary and he groaned. She smiled wickedly
up at him and sucked his balls.

"I want you," she murmured. "I want your cock."

Suddenly, Avinash was filled with seething, searing, ice-cold rage. How dare
they? How dare she? He was being humiliated, mocked, degraded, used, abused.

The fear and shame and hurt disappeared. He looked down at her coldly, his
eyes boring into hers. She smiled lasciviously, looking at her, wantonly
running her tongue over his cock-head, caressing her face with it and
murmuring softly. Avinash gripped her head and jammed it forward, stuffing
his cock into her face. Kavita gagged momentarily.

"Enough!" he shouted. "Enough of this shit, whore! You wanna fuck? I'll fuck
you! I'll bloody fuck your brains out! Come on! Eat my meat!"

Kavita recovered and he saw her eyes glittering with excitement. She started
sucking his penis rapidly, her head jerking back and forth.

"Suck it, bitch! Suck my prick! Suck it good, whore!"

He fucked her mouth furiously for several minutes, rocking his hips back and
forth, jerking her head between his legs. Kavita sucked his penis greedily.
He pushed her head away and shoved her on her back. She fell back with a
gasp and he jerked her legs open and, grabbing the baton, pushed it between
her legs. She tensed. He glared at her, his eyes red with rage, his chest
heaving.

"You wanna fuck, whore? You wanna fuck? Take this!"

He rammed the baton cruelly into her cunt. Kavita screamed, her back
snapping upward, her hips jerking, her face contorting, her mouth wide open.
Avinash laughed coldly and squeezed her breasts. He jerked his wrist around,
twisting the baton in her cunt. Kavita gasped and arched, her body writhing
and jerking uncontrollably.

"Like it? Like it, bitch?" he laughed. "Tell me you like it, whore! Let's
hear it!"

"Yes," she moaned thickly, her head flipping from side to side, her thighs
trembling, her fingers scrabbling at the counterpane. "Ohhhh yes -- do it!
Do it, Avinash! I like it!"

Avinash chuckled, his eyes glinting cruelly. Kneeling between her legs, he
rolled the baton round and round between his palms. It rotated in her cunt.
Kavita shrieked, arching and twisting, her arms jerking up to clench the
bedstand, her fingers taut. Her chest heaved, and she cried out. Avinash
realised she was enjoying it and he laughed, turning to the others.

"Look at her!" he cried. "Look at the bitch!"

The others watched in silent astonishment. Avinash grinned at their
expressions.

"Yeah, she's one helluva lay," he said. "She'll do anything for a fuck. Just
loves it. Don't you, cunt?"

"Yes," she panted. "Oh god yes, yes, yes!"

Grinning still, he pulled the baton outward, rammed it into her cunt again,
twisting it with a snap of his wrist as it went in. Kavita cried out, her
back bowing taut, her hips juddering and jerking in a frenzy, thrashing and
writhing, her head flipping from side to side in delirium. Avinash laughed
and masturbated her furiously, pumping his hands between her thighs, ramming
and reaming the baton in and out of her cunt, twisting it round and round.
Her body jerked up and down and back and forth, her breasts jiggling and
bouncing with his hand- thrusts. Kavita exploded violently, gasping and
mewing in pleasure. Instantly, Avinash jerked the baton out of her cunt and
thrust his face between her thighs. Kavita groaned in pleasure, her hands on
his head, her hips writhing under his face. Avinash spread her cunt-lips
open and jammed two fingers in her cunt. She groaned, squeezing her breasts
erotically.

"Ohhhh -- yes! Lick me!" she gasped. "Lick my slit, lover! Lick my pussy!
Ohhhh yes -- that's it -- mmmm -- yeh -- Ohhhh god yes! Shove it in, baby --
put your tongue in -- ahhhh yes -- there! Ohhh yes! Ohhh -- that's so good!"

Avinash grunted and swung his body around in a sixty-nine. Kavita sucked his
penis gratefully and he fucked her mouth heavily, his hips rising and
falling over her face, while his fingers and tongue worked her cunt. She
writhed under him, approaching an orgasm again, and he stopped before she
could come. Kavita moaned in lust when he rolled off her.

"Fuck me," she gasped. "Please -- fuck me!"

Avinash chuckled and, kneeling upright between her legs, pulled her hips
upward. Kavita understood and arched her back, supporting her hips with her
hands, so that her body was angled downward away from him, her shoulders on
the bed, her hips lifted high. Avinash held her hips and, moved his penis
between her thighs, his cock-head at her cunt-lips. Taking a deep breath, he
flexed his buttocks and swung his hips savagely forward, ramming his cock
into her with a loud cry, his head snapping back. Kavita cried out, arching
and twisting under him as his huge penis burst into her flesh. He gasped as
her cunt convulsed on his cock.

"Take it! Take it, whore-bitch! Take it!" he cried.

Avinash started ram-fucking her brutally, hammering his hips back and forth,
slamming his penis in and out of her cunt. Kavita gasped and cried out, her
face contorting, her head flipping from side to side. Avinash laughed and
rammed in even harder, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his hips swinging
madly back and forth, his penis plunging and pistoning in and out of her
cunt. Her body jerked under his thrusts and her breasts jiggled and wobbled.

"Oh! OH OH OH OHH OHH Avi -- Uhhhhvi -- na -- AHHHHHSH!" she cried
feverishly.

"Like it, whore? Like it? Say you like it!" he shouted.

"Ohhh unhhh yes! Ohhh god yes! Yes!" she cried.

Avinash grinned at his awed audience. "Yeah, she's one hot number!"

He slowed and lowered her hips to the bed, his cock still in her cunt, and
bent over her on his knees, folding her legs upward with his hands on the
insides of her thighs. Her thighs formed a great obtuse V with her pelvis.
His head hanging, Avinash flexed his buttocks and drilled into her, sliding
his penis in deeply. Under him Kavita moaned deliriously. He grinned and
started fucking her with long, deep, skewering thrusts, rolling his hips
savagely in circles, entering her from all angles, mashing her cunt-flesh.
His cock appeared and disappeared between her cunt-lips, glistening with
their comingled coital juices. Kavita groaned and rocked under him,
whimpering in pleasure. Avinash started moving faster, steadily increasing
speed till he was ramming and reaming furiously in and out of her, his hips
swinging madly up and down, back and forth, his buttocks flexing and
unflexing, his cock pistoning wildly. She came again, gasping and moaning.
Avinash grunted as her cunt spasmed on his cock.

He managed to hold back and, panting with excitement, turned her over onto
her front. Kavita moaned and obediently lifted her hips, resting her face on
her crossed forearms. Avinash squatted over her hips and squeezed his penis
into her cunt and began fucking her again. He took her unhurriedly and
steadily, pumping in and out of her cunt for several minutes and then,
pulling out, sodomised her. She groaned softly as he entered her anus and he
laughed and, holding her hips, slid his cock into her ass as far as it would
go. Kavita cried out, her face twisting, her fingers scrabbling at the
counterpane, moaning her pleasure. Avinash grinned in pleasure, squeezing
her swollen, jiggling, pendulous breasts, running his penis in and out of
her asshole, jerking her anus up and down on his cock.

"Take it! Take it whore-bitch! Take my cock you fucking slut!" he cried.

"Yes! Do it -- fuck me, Avinash! Fuck my ass! Ohh yes!" Kavita gasped.

She came again and he groaned, tossing his head back as he felt the fierce
convulsions of her flesh on his. He jerked out of her and throwing her on
her back shoved his cock into her mouth. She sucked it obediently and,
within seconds, he came. He gasped and grinned in relief as the heat surged
from his loins and spurted in thick hot jets into her mouth and over her
face and breasts.

"Good fuck," he muttered and rolled off the bed without a backward glance.

Karan clapped him on the back. "That was great, kid," he said softly. "You
did good. Now one more job. Get behind the camera and shoot some footage."
He nodded at the two cameramen who had already dropped their trousers and
were moving forward. "Their turn now."

Avinash grinned and nodded. "Sure. Give me a smoke, boss."

"Help yourself," Karan laughed offering him a packet of State Express.

Avinash lit up and moved to the cameramen. They grinned in appreciation and,
in the next few minutes, explained to him how the equipment was to be
operated. Avinash had a fascination for all things electronic and the
sophisticated gadgetry excited him. He fiddled with the gear.

"Go for it, fellas," he muttered. "Fuck the shit out of that broad."

The two cameramen were slim and wiry with good cocks. Arun was the better
looking of the two, with a handsome physique, his torso matted with fine
hair. Santosh was stockier and heavier, but he had a bigger penis, about
eight inches long and correspondingly thick. They stripped off their clothes
and got into bed with Kavita. She smiled wantonly at them, lust in every
line on her face. Arun pulled her to her knees and, standing on the bed,
started fucking her mouth. Santosh knelt behind her and caressed her body,
fondling her breasts and cunt, pressing his cock to her buttocks.

Avinash filmed them steadily, fascinated by the equipment and what he could
do with it. It changed the perspective. It was a totally new way of seeing:
Disembodied, detached, objective and utterly relentless. Looking through the
viewfinder stripped him of all emotion. The events of the past hour or more
had drained him of all feeling. Now the camera gave him a fresh lease,
opened another window, through which he could watch his beloved being used
as a cheap whore without being touched by the sight. His response was
entirely physical. It was very sexy, very exciting and he felt his erection
growing as he ran the film.

He explored different angles, taking tight close-ups and lingering, fluid
pans down their bodies, filling the frame with shots of sweat-slippery
flesh, luscious, smooth curves, moist cunt-flesh and glistening, throbbing
penises. He moved around in excitement, watching as the two men fucked her
mouth in turn and then together and then started fucking her simultaneously.

Arun made her back down onto his upright penis and started fucking her
rapidly from behind while Santosh fucked her mouth. Avinash filmed her naked
body writhing and lurching between theirs, her swollen, pendulous breasts
bouncing and jiggling, Arun's penis plunging in and out of her cunt,
appearing and disappearing between the smooth curves of her buttocks, while
Santosh's penis filled her mouth and distended her face. He lingered in
shots of her breasts in Arun's hands, her rigid nipples pinched in his
fingers, his lips hot on the nape of her neck. He dwelt lovingly on the
expressions of raw lust on their faces.

They exchanged positions and continued fucking her and they fucked her one
by one on her back, then on her front, then with her on top. Avinash felt
disembodied, as if he was outside himself, stripped of all feeling,
responding only to the throbbing in his loins submerged and drowning in the
impersonal eroticism of pornographic film-making.

They fucked her together again in her cunt and mouth and then, turning her
on her side, fucked her cunt and ass together, their swollen, bloated
penises sawing furiously in and out of her flesh. Kavita gasped and rocked
between them, kissing one, then the other, mewing her pleasure as her flesh
was raided for the umpteenth time that afternoon. At last, the two men were
done. They exploded violently over her body and slowly rolled away with
satisfied sighs.

Behind the camera array, Avinash straightened and smiled in pleasure,
shutting down the system. The images through the viewfinder were still
vivid. As Kavita curled on the bed, exhausted, panting and moaning, Avinash
moved to Sheela and thrust his cock at her face. The others gaped at him. He
winked broadly at them. Sheela whimpered and sucked his cock. Avinash fucked
her mouth swiftly and orgasmed within seconds, shooting jizz into her mouth
and spattering her face and breasts. Karan laughed.

Avinash stepped back and lit another cigarette. Karan gave him a drink,
saying it was whisky. Another drink was poured for Kavita and, gently,
Sheela made her sip it, holding her head in her lap.

The glass slipped from Avinash fingers and rolled across the carpet. He
stared at it in dismay. It seemed very far away. He looked around. The bed
seemed to be a mile distant, fuzzy and shimmering. He couldn't see the faces
of the others. He squinted and the ceiling swayed over his head. He couldn't
move his hands and legs. He tried to walk and suddenly the floor heaved and
rocked upward and he felt himself falling, falling, falling, and there was a
cold darkness crawling up his naked body and engulfing his soul.

-- END OF CHAPTER 11 --

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