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It was those ladies.

"Oh, you bitches feel too shy to piss before us? Behind prison walls there is no privacy or modesty. We are bored with seeing our old pussies for past two weeks. We want to see your young pussies, bitches. Not only see your pussies, we will suck them too. You bitches, you think you can sleep tonight? Well you are mistaken. We will fuck you bitches until you shit in this room."

We were shocked to hear such a bold remark from our inmates. They both were stronger than we were and uncivilized. Our only hope was to call the police guard and ask for a change of room. We then cried loudly, and one policewoman came to our room with a baton in hand.

"You bitches starting again? What the hell do you want, fucking sluts? I want some peace of mind." She was furious.

I then told her what the inmates told to us and asked her for a change of room.

"Ha ha ha, what do you think you two are, two princesses? You sluts, you better stay in this room and obey them. All sluts are equal to us. These two have not attacked any of us, but I heard you two have attacked us and snatched our clothes, and now you two want separate room. What for, bitches, to suck between your pussies? I know you both were sucking each other at the hostels. Today you both suck their pussies. Fuck you, filthy assholes! sluts!

“I don't have to hear your complaints, but let me advise you. You better stay in this room. These two are better than others. Let me tell you, we have allotted a better room to you, since you two are obeying us and did not complain, but your other friend is now put in a room with seven ladies. All of them are criminals and murderers, and I bet they must have fucked her hell out by now. Let us see her condition tomorrow. I will be surprised if she can stand up and walk, and all those bitches were craving for a young pussy for past one month. Ha ha ha." Saying this she left us.

"My God, what will we do? The police are playing their games. They are taking revenge on us. We cannot complain now. The police are behaving nice to us, but the inmates are already punished and court will not do anything more to them. Most probably, the police may be persuading them to put their hands on us. Anyway, we are in a terrible mess," I told Susan.

"Time for everybody to sleep. No talking anymore," came a command followed by a whistle and the light on the corridors were gone.

We were looking for a place to sleep. All we had with us was a blanket. We looked at the other two. Sarada removed her blouse followed by her other clothes and stood there naked and put an old mat on the floor. Omana also repeated the same, and they hugged each other and were kissing and fondling each other’s tits. They proceeded to lie on the mat and soon one rolled over the other woman and started pressing their pussies and grinding each other. They were acting like husband and wife, and now there was no quarrel between them. Both were eager to please the other.

I looked at Susan, and she grinned at me. We never had thought of lesbian relations in our room. We were respecting each other, and we never felt any lesbian urges, but the sight before us made us too horny.

They were not paying any attention to us. They were fucking each other in rhythm, making sexy sounds and grunting.

Susan and I put one side of the blanket on floor and placed ourselves on it and tried to cover us using the remaining part of blanket. We were pretty tired and most humiliated and fell asleep fast. Then I heard some wild cries from some other rooms.

It sounded like our friend, Sharon. We stood up and concentrated, but we did not hear anything more. Then we proceeded to sleep once again.

I must have been seeing nightmares. I saw myself in my dreams snatched away from my bed and taken to another castle. I was a princess, and a prince was hugging and kissing me. I was getting terribly aroused. I was getting nude, and my prince was kissing my neck and pressing my boobs.

Suddenly I opened my eyes. I took time to estimate where I was. I was becoming conscious and saw that I was sleeping in the mat with Sarada, and we both were naked. It was not my prince kissing me, but it was Sarada pinching my nipples. I tried to look at Susan for help.

I saw Susan was also without a stitch of clothes on, and her mouth was gagged by Omana's firm hands. Omana was lying on top on Susan, and her black thighs were rubbing Susan's pussy. Susan was struggling to escape from the iron wrath of her attacker. Soon I saw her reversing her body's position, she and attacked Susan's pussy with her tongue. At the same time my asshole was penetrated by Sarada's fingers. She was fucking my ass and pussy with her fingers.

I tried to shake her out, but I soon lost my attempts, and I was surprised that I was getting a pleasure at the expert hands of Sarada, which I never before had in my life.

I looked at Susan. My God, I could not believe it. My aristocratic friend, Susan, was sucking a prostitute's pussy! They were doing a sixty-nine! Soon I was forced to sleep on my back, and Sarada lay herself over me and began grinding her pussy on my. Her hairless mound was making pleasure to my pussy. She was expertly hitting my vagina's top using her pelvic bone. Soon all my anger was subdued.

I remembered the old saying: "If you can't resist a rape, well then lay and enjoy."

We had no other hope. There was nobody to hear our complaints and save us. The next day was Saturday. We may have to spend one more day in this room with these ladies. I felt sympathy for them, thinking that they had been staying in this dungeon for months.

Our inmates were satisfied by their conquest over us and were happy to see that both of us did not offer any more resistance. We were participating in their wild acts. This made them immensely happy. I too started loving sex from same sex. I planned to repeat it with Susan as soon as we escaped from this place.

We were awakened by our inmates, and they told us to dress and get ready for morning chores. We were taken to a lavatory outside the lock up. There we had to stand in a queue. We were looking for Sharon. Then we saw her coming out of another lavatory. She was pathetic to look at. All her charm had gone in one day. She ran to us and hugged us and cried, "Oh dear friends, this is most cruel. Those ladies all fucked me last night. I tried to fight them single-handed. See my condition?"

She opened her shirt so that we could see so many bruises and red marks on her chest, and her nipples looked swollen as if some wild cat had bit there.

"I did not sleep for an instant last night," she said, and wept for a long time.

There were about twenty inmates in the police station. All of them were middle aged, around 40-45, and all were feasting their eyes on us. I never thought women could look and behave like men in heat seeing us.

Then we were taken to the bathroom. There was not a single room to bathe. It was like a small hall in which six showers were running. Policewoman on guard told us we better hurry, because after 9 o'clock the water will be stopped.

We took one big towel at our midriff covering our breasts and pussies. When we entered the bath, ten ladies were standing under the shower. No one bothered to cover their nudity. They all were having a common bath without any stitch of clothes on them. Some of them were soaping each other or plainly speaking milking each other using soap foam.

"Hurry, hurry, the water will stop now," the guard told us.

Susan, Sharon, and I proceeded to stand under a shower which was now empty and walked towards it. Then some women snatched the towels from our body and pushed us ahead. Soon I was taken inside to another shower, and both of my friends disappeared in a crowd of nude women. I felt so many hands on my body. Some were massaging my breasts, some were soaping my neck, some were lathering my pussy.

One lady about the age of my grandma came forward smiling at me from the crowd, and I looked at her for some possible help, but she kneeled before me and started sucking my pussy after saying, "I was longing to eat a fresh pussy!"

By the time my bath was over, I might have been sucked by about ten women, and all of them had milked me, and my breasts were starting to hang. I looked in search of others. I saw Susan lying naked under a shower, and the grandma who was sucking me was rubbing her old pussy on Susan's face. And there were two faces deeply buried in Susan's lap.

I looked for Sharon. She was nowhere to be seen. I looked at the guard. She was standing there as if nothing unusual had happened.

After I had bathed, I was taken to another room along with Susan. I saw Sharon there crying loud. We were clad in towels. Then one lady came forward and removed my towel and applied soap to my pussy. Within a few minutes my pussy was neatly shaved! I tried to protest, but she told me that it was customary to shave all inmates so that they would be hygienic and clean.

Susan was also shaved following me. We looked at Sharon. She still had her naughty 'S' on her pubis. I asked the lady why she had left Sharon like that.

She grinned at me. "I am a barber, and I love artworks. Our inspector wants to see it again."

We three were taken to the inspector. She was behaving nice on that day. She asked about our previous night and whether it was comfortable for us.

Comfortable, my foot! But I knew that she was asking for sake of routine, and in a way, she was mocking at us. We said it was okay, but Sharon again started crying and told her to move to some other room or allow her to stay with us.

"But how is that possible? There are already four persons allotted the room," she said.

Sharon boldly asked her to move one inmate to her room and allow her to stay with us.

"Oh, you're not learning, dear girl. Did I invite you to sleep here? You'are still behaving badly. I'm sure you will once again complain to the magistrate about us, but you're again making problems for yourself. If we charge your with a strong case nobody can save you from imprisonment for up to six months, and life in a prison can be real hell. If you compare the lock up with prison, here it is a paradise. Have you thought of how did you landed up here without an easy bail? In a male dominated world, no male likes to see adventurous girls. All of them want to nip them in bud. The magistrate also wished to teach you a lesson. Your boys also cheated you. Why did it happen that no boys were arrested and put in custody?"

She was arguing a point which I felt was correct.

"The two days will teach you a good lesson. You will think from now on before you act on such an adventure. I have got orders from the top to make you three suffer to the maximum, but if you co-operate with me, I can save you. I can make your charges to a bare minimum, so that you will be left with a warning and no bail and no need of appearing again in a court."

We nodded our consent. She then asked Sharon if she could sleep alone.

Sharon agreed.

"Then take her to our interrogating room tonight. You two can stay at our observation room for the night, but there will not be much comfort."

We agreed with her and promised her to obey whatever she told to us.

"Okay then leave to your cells, I will call you after dinner."

We were once again sent to our rooms.

Our inmates were eager to share one more night with us. Susan and I did not reveal to them that they were not going to get us tonight. They told us about how they were cheated by men and how they ended up in the world's oldest profession, and they told us that the inspector is a nice woman, and if we do her needs, she would help us. She then grinned wickedly at us.Anyway, Susan and I were determined to please her and escape from this mess.

After dinner, we three were once again taken to the inspector's room, and there were only three persons with the inspector, her deputy, and a constable. The constable was a heavy built black lady whom we had not seen last night.

"Ok girls, tonight is probably your last night here. Ok, who is Sharon? I have heard you are an artist. You shave pussies and engrave letters there. Is it true? Well, art is for others to see, dear. Show us your creative work," the inspector said to us, smilingly.

We were looking at Sharon. Frankly speaking, we too had been wishing to see her pussy once again with the 'S'. We were discussing how she had done it and why. Sharon was standing there with a grim face. Then the constable came forward and unbuttoned her jeans and yanked her panties along with it. Sharon flinched for an instant. She pushed the constable away. The push was just a slight one, but Sharon was unfortunate, and the constable lost her balance and fell on the floor. The inspector got angry and slapped Sharon on her face.

"You bitch! Take her to the interrogation room and teach her a good lesson," she ordered the constable furiously.

The constable also slapped Sharon and took her away.

The inspector and her deputy took us to the adjacent room. It was the observation room. There was a full paneled glass on one wall, and we could see the room down below.

"This is observation room. We sit here and watch the culprits interrogated in the room down below. We can watch them without them seeing us. Then we can decide on strategies to learn truth from them. You two being law students should be aware of these things. We cannot get truth without some physical interrogation techniques."

The deputy was giving a lecture to me. She was standing behind me. Then we saw Sharon and the constable appearing into the interrogation room down below. We could not hear what they were talking.

"Look down. Let’s see your friend's artwork."

I turned to see the inspector asking Susan to watch down below. Susan was looking through the glass at our mutual friend. The inspector was sitting on a high stool just behind her.

We were surprised to see Sharon begging the constable. We understood that she was feeling afraid and was willing to obey the constable. Then the constable made a signal to her which we could not distinguish, but we soon understood the meaning. Sharon was opening her blouse and her jeans willingly. She then removed her brassieres and panties.

We four of us were eagerly viewing the spectacle. All were deeply impressed by Sharon's artwork and novel idea to decorate her pussy. Sharon was dancing and showing her pussy work to the constable.

I saw Sharon moving to the constable and kissing her. The constable was feeling Sharon's heavy breasts. I was looking down eagerly to watch my friend changing her agitating mood and impressing the constable.

I felt something moving around my upper side of my body, but I could not register it first. Then I felt hands on my breasts, and they started to massage me over my shirt. It was the deputy doing naughty things to me. I looked at Susan to check if she had seen this.

My God! Susan was leaning on the glass eagerly looking at Sharon's nudity and Susan was naked up to her waist. The inspector was kissing her neck and at the same time milking at her boobs. Susan did not seem notice this, and she was looking downwards.

Soon I felt the deputy's hands removing my shirt and bra away from me. My breasts were arousing, and her hands found my nipples, and soon they were shaped as bullets.

Sharon was unzipping the pants of the constable. I could not believe my eyes. The constable had a mammoth pussy with a good mesh of hair. Sharon was sitting before her and the constable was standing with her pussy immersed in Sharon's greedy mouth. Then I felt a finger unbuttoning my jeans. I turned to look at Susan. Susan had been standing completely naked. Her shaved pussy was invaded by one of the inspector’s thick fingers. Her jeans and black panties were lying at her feet.

Soon I felt a hand in my panties, and the deputy's fingers were making my pussy juicy. I looked down. I could not see Sharon. The constable was laying on her with her big black buttocks moving up and down. I could see that Sharon was still busy eating the constable's hairy pussy. The constable was fingering Sharon in return. She had used another finger in her asshole too.

Then I turned to look at Susan. Susan was sitting on the lap of inspector.

She was moving up and down with her pussy fixed on the finger of inspector. Her breasts were dangling madly. Her eyes were closed. The inspector was rubbing at Susan's clitoris using another finger.

Then my jeans and panties were taken away and the deputy fell on me and began to frig my pussy. Then she removed her blouse and other clothes and offered her big nipples to me. I hungrily sucked at them. She then sat on my face with her pants and panties removed. Her pussy was milky white. I could not resist the temptation to explore it. I tried my best to suck her. Soon she was satisfied.

We did not have time to watch Sharon. The deputy and the inspector were insatiable. They changed Susan and me as partners. That night we were fucked in all possible ways.

The inspector was a wild beast. She bit on my nipples and sucked blood from them. She then inserted her baton to my vagina and keeping the edge of it still in my hole, made me suck her deputy. Her deputy was spreading her thighs wide and offering me her oozing pussy. She was not at all shy to act like that before her superior.

I was more than willing to do any acts they asked me to perform. I knew they were better than any of our colleagues and any political influence. Only they could save us from the deep mess we were in. They were completely satisfied by our performance.

We three were taken to bath at early morning at the inspector's private bathroom. They applied different lotions and medicines on our bruises. The inspector paid special attention to Sharon. She spent a lot of time moving her fingers along Sharon's special 'S' made of her pussy hairs.

When we were taken to court, we were looking as beautiful as ever. The case was for illegal assembly and obstructing policewomen on duty. We were acquitted by the magistrate after considering our age and educational backgrounds. He warned us not to repeat such acts in future. He advised us that we should think about our reputation as law students, and we should never obstruct the law.

He then asked about our life at station. We told him it was cordial. He gave a wicked smile at us. We were sure that he knew about life in a prison. Behind prison bars, everybody belong to somebody.

We have never been involved in politics after the event. We hate politics. Time and often we were invited to private parties by the inspector and her deputy at their residence flat. They were unmarried and were living like husband and wife. They took us to their king size bed and made love before each other.

Soon Susan, Sharon, and I started lesbian affairs between ourselves too. We completed our law course with high colors. Sharon is now a law officer in USA. Susan is also married and settled abroad. We used to go to some hotel and spend a day when Susan and Sharon came to India.

The inspector is now a director general of police. She has won the President's medal, and she sends me greetings on each New Year. I am grateful to her for her help to attain my present position in society.

Our parents never came to know about our custody. I am disclosing the events for the first time now.

Moral:

1. Never trust a politician or any political outfit in your life.

2. Study while you study. Play while you play.

3. Make love not war.

4. If you are in a mess, try to get out of it as fast as possible whatever may be the cost.

5. Never fight with police unless you are sure that you may not be caught.