Violated by Cops Ch.

01
Let me introduce myself. My name is Bala. I am a software engineer working in reputed IT company
in southern India. I live with my mother, Regina and my two younger sisters, Asha and Ezhil in a nice
locality. My mother is 47 years old, though she still looks like a 30 year old to me, as she has a milky
white complexion and clear, unblemished skin. She face is round with a bit of innocence and
naughtiness mixed in it. She has a voluptuous body. Even though she's my mother, on many an
occasion I have gazed at her lustfully as she moved around the house only in her flimsy blouse and
petticoat. One might find the attire slightly unusual in a traditional Indian family. Let me explain.
Actually we are a very religious and traditional Tamil family and she also puts all her faith in god.
She will not have any food without doing her daily puja after having a bath. She believes in doing her
puja in her purest form, i.e. naked. However with a grown up son and two grown up daughters in the
house she can hardly afford to do that. So she chooses the next best option i.e. in her blouse and
petticoat, without any underwear.
As I was saying, I gaze at her lustfully almost everyday as she moves from room to room, spreading
the aroma of incense sticks that she burns. Almost always she wears either a white or a light pink
sleeveless blouse. Both of them are made of thin cotton. Added to that the dampness of her body
makes her 34-inch boobs quite visible. Her wet hair would be open, coming down to her chest. It
would make her blouse all the more damp and transparent. Many times my eyes have been drawn to
her fair, plump assets and the dark brown nipples, sitting like ripe cherries on her chest and have
instantly turned away when she looked in my direction. I have lusted after her bulbous ass an equal
number of times. They were perfectly formed spheres of flesh with a deep cleft in between, in which
her petticoat used to be stuck due to the wetness there. Her plump, 38-inch ass sticks out like a
taanpura (Indian Musical Instrument) from her waist, enticing me with their every move. I watch her
from behind as she performs puja (Offer Prayers), her round butt jiggling under the thin cover of the
petticoat. Her 30-inch waist is slightly fleshy and the gold chain she wears around it adds to its
appeal.
Other than that time, my mom always wears saris at home.
As if this wasn't enough to drive a young hot-blooded male crazy, there were my two younger sisters.
Asha was 25 and Ezhil was 23.
Asha is in her third year in college. She's a carbon copy of my mother with the same sweet face and
fair skin but with a slimmer waist and hips. Her boobs have already grown to a 34C, though. Her
slim 26-inch waist makes them look all the more big. There's nothing skinny about her ass though.
Her 36-inch sized buttocks sway with every movement she makes and makes it hard for any one to
look away, including me. She has long thick hair coming down to her ass and she always kept it tied
in a pigtail.
Asha was very outgoing and had lots of friends, though she had only a couple of very good friends
with whom she discussed all details about her personal life. Asha was the smart and practical type
and knew when to keep her emotions in check.
My youngest sister, Ezhil, is in the first year in college. She's a shy girl who rarely speaks to anyone
other than her close friends and family. She is also fair, though not as much as my mom and Asha.
She has a slim figure with a 32A sized chest and a slim 23-inch waist. Her buttocks are a good 36
inches. Her hair is also thinner than Asha and comes down to her waist. She mostly keeps it open or
else tied in a ponytail. She is very sensitive and cries at the slightest rebuke or the smallest pain.
Both the sisters dress quite conservatively while going to college or to tuitions; however, at home
they wear flimsy cotton nighties, which come down to just above their knees. The dresses are tied
with strings at the shoulders. Since it's quite warm in this part of the country, they don't wear any
underwear at home. As a result, I am constantly exposed to the lovely view of their boobs bouncing
under their light cotton dress, or their cleavages as they bend to reach for something. Sometimes, I
can also see their dark nipples under their dress if they are standing in the light.
So one can imagine my predicament, living with three hot females yet unable to do anything about
it.
Both the sisters were quite tall. They were both around 5'7" while my mom was 5'5". I was the tallest
at 5'9".
Our family enjoys a lot of respect in the society, due to the behaviour of my mom, sisters and me.
Specially my mother as she kept very good relations with all the neighbours. She is very much an
affectionate person and cares a lot for others. That is why people like her a lot.
We were living a quiet and peaceful life, going about our livelihood. However, an incident happened
sometime back which changed our lives forever.
One day, my mom announced that we would be going to a remote village, about 100 kms from our
home, for offering prayers to a very sacred deity. My sisters and I protested, but she would have
none of it.
"It is for your own good. And besides I cannot make such a long journey without a man by my side."
Saying this she smiled at me. I felt a surge of pride at my mom calling me a man as she always
treated me like a kid.
So, next day we all set of early morning for this village. There were only a handful of buses which
went there and we were lucky to get seats in one. As we went, we realized that there was a huge
rush to get to there as countless people were headed in the same direction, probably to offer prayers
at the same place we were going.
We reached there at around noon. After reaching the place, we found that there were hundreds of
people who had come to offer their prayers as well. Thus, we had to stand in a long line to get to the
temple and then another long line to get our prasad. By the time we finished all this it was getting
late. Finally we finished at around 6 pm and immediately rushed towards the bus stand.
All of us were very tired from the long day and were anxious to get home. Unfortunately, there was
another huge rush to get to the limited number of buses as well. We searched around but couldn't
find any bus that went to our side of town. There was only one bus that went near our place.
However, it only went part of the way. We would have to get down and maybe catch another bus or
any other transport. Since we didn't have any other options, we settled for this one.
The bus was totally crowded and we couldn't find any place to sit. We somehow managed to get a
place to stand together. My mom and sisters were standing side by side, while I was standing behind
mom. The bus was packed with people and there was hardly any space to move. Anyway, the bus
started on its way.
Since it was very crowded, I was pressed tightly against my mother. As a result she was also pushed
forward with the weight of people behind me. As it was quite dark outside and the lights inside the
bus were very dim, one could hardly see anything unless they were right beside. I looked at her and
suddenly realised that her breasts were being pushed towards the head of the person sitting in the
seat in front of her. She was wearing a light green sari with a matching cotton blouse that day and
was looking very pretty. I had told her so while we were coming. She had just smiled. Now my
mom's boobs were being pressed against the cheeks of the person sitting sideways in the seat in
front of her. And there was nothing she or I could do about it. I just looked on in silence as the old
guy, who looked to be at least 50, enjoyed the feel of my mom's soft boobs on his skin. I secretly
wondered whether her long nipples were hard as well and whether he could feel their hardness as
well.
All these horny thoughts made my cock grow hard. I could feel it and I was sure that mom could feel
it as well through her thin sari. But she didn't say anything. As we went along like this I suddenly
noticed that mom's sari pallu had got a bit loose. As a result, the top of her blouse was exposed. And
as I was taller than her, just by looking down I could see the luscious cleavage of her fair skinned
boobs over her low-cut blouse. My mother's deep cleavage was damp from sweat. This enticing sight
made my cock even more hard as it urgently pressed against my mom's ample backside. Regina
didn't seem to be at all bothered that her son's penis was pressing against her buttocks. Or that her
breasts were being mashed against a stranger's face.
She seemed quite oblivious to all this. To take my mind of the delectable view of my mom's copious
assets, I turned my head to see if my sisters were comfortable.
What I saw shocked me to the extreme. They were also in the same position as my mom, but in this
case they were sandwiched between four young men. Two guys were standing in front of both Asha
and Ezhil, facing them, while two more guys were standing behind them. They looked to be low class
workers, most probably labourers working in building construction. Well built but extremely dark
skinned, they were wearing sleeveless vests and white dhotis, pulled up to their knees. All of them
looked to be around 25-30 years old. They looked quite dirty as they had come from working long
hours in the sun. Probably they were returning home after a long day and were smelling of sweat.
Asha and Ezhil were both wearing tight churidars which exposed their each and every curve. Asha
was wearing a blue dress with a deep U-shaped neck and a zipper at the back. I saw the guy in front
of her wasn't really doing anything at first. He just let the weight of the others push Asha's breasts
against him and was enjoying the feel of her soft boobs on his chest. The guy at her back was
pushing his hips against her butt and slowly rubbing his hard member against her bulging 36-inch
ass. I could see his organ bulging out obscenely from his dhoti.
I helplessly watched my younger sister getting molested by two strangers. I wanted to say something
but was fixed to the spot by this erotic sight. Moreover, I could feel my cock grow even harder and
give a twitch as I watched the two guys enjoying my sister's hot body. I couldn't see how Ezhil was
doing. No doubt she was also receiving a similar treatment from these low class labourers. The guy
standing behind Asha slowly lifted her churidar over her hips and held it there. She was wearing
skin tight white leggings, over which I could clearly see the impression of the rounded moons of her
fleshy ass. As it had been a long day, the legging had dug deep in to the deep cleft between her
ample butt cheeks. Her crack was damp with sweat. It turned me on even more when I saw the
worker behind her trace the length of her ass crack with his hard cock. Asha, it seems, had taken the
same policy as mom. She was going to ignore it. But the guy at her back was getting bolder by the
minute. Within a few moments I saw him free his penis from under his dhoti. It was quite large and
black as coal. He began to slowly rub his erect organ against the deep cleft of her ass.
I thought I would come in my pants as I watched this horny scene unfold. Asha was standing with
her arms raised to grip the hand rail above. She was still acting as if nothing was wrong. I was sure
she could feel the low class worker's cock pressing against her plump ass, but she didn't say a word.
As if this was a nightmare that she would soon wake up from. The sweaty workman continued to rub
his thick cock up and down my sister's ass crack and there was nothing I could do about it. I just
watched as he enjoyed my sister's soft ass. In fact, he got even bolder. He suddenly gripped Asha's
cheeks from both sides and began to spread them. His fingers dug into her fleshy bottom as the
worker separated the fleshy globes of her ass enough to create a small gap there. And then he
pressed his penis lengthwise in the cleavage. When her let go of her cheeks, his thick black organ
was trapped in the crevice by her muscles.
Asha's ass cheeks gripped the labourer's penis really hard. I could see her begin to squirm now, but
it was too late. She tried to move away, but it was just too crowded. The man fucked his cock up and
down Asha's damp crack as he held her steady by her hips.
The guy in front of Asha also became active as he sensed what was happening at the back, from her
movements. He took out his cock and started to rub it on her pussy, over her dress. My sister was
being sandwiched by two low class workers.
I became so hard that I thought mom would surely turn around. But she was silent. When I turned
for a moment towards her to see how she was doing, I was in for another shock. Her sari pallu had
slipped quite a bit from the jerking of the bus and now her entire right boob was uncovered. It was
still covered with a blouse of course, but it was so low cut that half her fair breasts were exposed.
She was hunched over the seat, so that the guy in front could reach her tits with his mouth. And he
was rubbing the exposed flesh with his lips. I stared in wonder and disgust as I saw him licking my
mother's sweaty flesh.
The whole scene just sent me into a haze. I suddenly heard a low groan and looked sideways,
towards Asha. The guy humping her ass cheeks was coming. I watched with disgust as globs of
semen erupted from his penis and landed on her ass. Her dress was soiled form his juices. The
worker in front of her sensed that the other guy had finished and started to rub his cock harder. He
finally came all over the front of her dress as well. Now my sister's leggings were wet with cock juice
in the front and back.
Even though I was hard as a rock, I was also getting worried. This could turn out to be a nightmare
for us, if more people suddenly decide to join the fun in molesting my mother and sisters.
Thankfully, the bus conductor announced our stop and we had to get down in a hurry. I saw my mom
straighten her sari and move away, but not before the old guy in front of her had given her breast a
tight squeeze.
Asha too straightened her clothes, thankful to get away from the two molesting workers. I saw Ezhil
pull her churidar down as well. Apparently the two guys sandwiching her were fondling her boobs
under her dress.
Anyway, we got down at our stop. We would have to get another bus or cab from here to reach our
house. By this time it was almost 9 pm and the roads were deserted. We were still quite a distance
form our home.
We were the only ones at the bus stop. All of us were quite worried, but none more than me as I had
been entrusted with the safety of three females. We silently waited for any mode of transport to
come our way. Meanwhile it had started to drizzle. The covering on the bus stop was not large
enough to cover us all. As a result we all became sopping wet within a short while.
"Son, I'm getting quite worried. Wonder when the bus will come?" My mother voiced all of our
concerns.
"Don't worry, mom. Something will turn up soon." Saying this I wanted to reassure my mother and
sisters. But the truth was that I was feeling less and less reassured myself.
However, as if by divine intervention, we saw approaching headlights.
"Here comes a car. Whoever this is, we will ask for a lift. Surely they will not deny us at this hour." I
said. My mother and sisters nodded their approval. They were also tired of waiting.
As the vehicle got closer, I could make out that it was a police jeep.
"Thank god. It's the cops. Now we will be safe." I thought.
I waved my hand in front to signal it to stop. Sure enough, the jeep slowed, and then stopped in front
of us. I could make out an inspector sitting in the front seat. He was a short, stout man, dark and
wearing dark glasses. He was the first to speak.
"What are you folks doing out here so late?" He said in raspy voice.
Regina spoke up. "Please sir, help us out. We had gone for puja with my family and now we can't find
any bus to take us home."
The inspector took a long look at her and my sisters. All of us were wet and I was highly aware that
each curve of their bodies were exposed to the gaze of the cop. I didn't like it but was helpless as we
really didn't have any options.
He then asked her in a polite manner where we lived. Mother gave him the address. All this while I
was silent as my mother was taking the lead.
"Okay, madam, please get in the back. I will see that you reach home safely". He smiled as he
ushered us in the back.
Regina sat with Ezhil in the back seat, while I and Asha sat at the back, where two seats were kept
sideways. Other than us, the inspector and the driver, there were four other cops who were of lower
rank. All of them were tall and quite well built, with good physiques. Mother and Ezhil were sitting
between two of the policemen while one each was sitting beside me and Asha.
The inspector started chatting with us, asking about us, our names and what we do. He addressed
me and my sisters as 'beta' while talking to mom as 'madam'. In a while we all relaxed at his friendly
attitude.
We went on the deserted road like this for a while. It was pitch dark, the only light coming from the
jeep's headlights. It was still raining lightly, making visibility near zero. I was staring hard at the
road to make out if we were going in the right direction, but since I was unfamiliar with these roads,
I couldn't make out a thing and soon gave up.
Suddenly, the driver swerved and turned into a dirt road.
We were all surprised as he veered from the main road. But none of us said anything as we were
afraid of seeming impolite. Finally my mom asked the inspector, whose name was Vijay, where he
was going. Vijay politely replied that they were going to a police warehouse to pick up some stuff.
We all were satisfied by this reply though I felt a strange feeling of unease. I looked at Asha and she
also looked worried. The jeep finally stopped in front of an old warehouse.
The policemen all got out. Vijay told us to get of as well. Not knowing why, but due to his authoritive
tone, we all complied. Suddenly, we were grabbed by the men standing behind us in one swift move.
There were four cops and each of them grabbed one of us while Vijay unholstered his revolver. I
struggled to free myself but the cop holding me was very strong, with beefy arms and large hands. It
was impossible for me to get out his grip as he held me from behind. I looked around to see that my
mother and sisters were trapped as well.
Vijay's demeanor had changed in an instant. His look of polite kindness was gone as he opened his
dark glasses to look at us. His eyes were quite large and bloodshot.
"I recognized you whores the moment I saw you. You filthy slut, don't you feel ashamed of peddling
your daughters for money? And you...you pimp. Motherfucker....pimping out your own mother..."
Vijay said all this as he looked from my mother to my sisters to me. He was waving his gun in our
faces as he did it. As his face was very near to me, I could smell the sour stench of country liquor. He
seemed very drunk.
He gestured to his men, "Bring the whores and their pimp inside. I will show them the punishment
we give to prostitutes in my area."
We were dragged inside unceremoniously. Inside were several chairs and a table. There was a dirty
mattress that was lying to one side.
We were all forcibly tied to the chairs by the cops while the inspector waved his pistol and
supervised.
When we were all immobilized, he surveyed us all as my sisters shivered in fear. Ezhil was weeping
softly. I was feeling totally helpless. Mom, however, was still able to keep her composure.
"Sir, you have made a mistake. I and my daughters are not prostitutes. We all belong from a decent
family. We had gone to offer puja and we only asked for your help as we were unable to find our way
home. You're a decent man, please let us go...."