This story was written in the style of many Bollywood crime dramas, with a lot of way over-the-top activities. It's all fiction and should not be taken any more seriously than the spirit it was written in.
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It had been one of the most celebrated crime busts in local history, and for the department's highest ranking policewoman responsible, it was a career boost of the highest order. Her picture had graced the papers for weeks, and along with the commendations there was talk of another promotion for Lieutenant Hema Malini.
Something got in the way of that, and that something came in the form of two members of the criminal organization which had suffered greatly from Lt. Malini's exploits. They had been sent out a mission, and much to the policewoman's regret, they performed their jobs effectively. Payback, as they say, is a bitch.
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Chapter One: Easy as pie.
Despite their reputations as being less than geniuses, the abduction had come off without a hitch. After following Lt. Malini home after work for a few nights, they learned her routine and where she liked to park, and when they decided to make their move on that steamy Friday night she didn't have a chance.
Although she put up a courageous battle, the initial surprise of the two men's attack, combined with their weight and strength advantage proved to be too much for the woman, and they soon subdued the scrappy policewoman with minimal commotion to the sleepy suburban neighborhood where she lived.
Shakti cringed as his partner Amrish inflicted a lot of punishment on the woman, some of it long after they had managed to render her helpless. Shakti attributed his partner's fury at least in part to a well-placed kick the policewoman had delivered to Amrish's groin during the battle, but the guy was sadistic anyway and needed no excuse to punish the woman for not being passive enough for his tastes.
Now having been brought to the secluded house well outside of town, the semi-conscious woman was dragged into the middle of the near-empty garage. She was handcuffed using the officer's very own cuffs, and the cuffs were then hung over a meat-hook that dangled down from the rafters.
Shakti held the woman upright while his partner made sure that she was not going to be able to get free. Her arms were raised to their limits, and as long as she stood upright, the strain on her wrists would not be too bad.
Standing next to the woman, he felt a surge run through his genitals as he looked her over. Lt. Malini was a very attractive woman, with rich olive-toned skin and thick black eyebrows, and at about 5'6" was roughly the same height as Shakti, although she was much more svelte than the bulky Shakti.
His eyes went down to the tan uniform blouse with her name plate dangling on the ripped pocket of the shirt. It was a hot and muggy evening, and Shakti was perspiring heavily from both the temperature and the battle they had just gone through, but that was nothing compared to the way Lt. Hema Malini looked.
With her arms suspended over her head, Shakti savored the sight of the massive sweat stains under the woman's arms, which darkened the tan fabric to a mahogany brown. Leaning closer to her, he tried to peek down the inside of the woman's sleeve while he inhaled deeply.
The ripe aroma that he took in made his cock surge. The scent was so pungent and tart that it made Shakti's entire body shiver, and as he looked down her sleeve into her shadowed armpit, he could have sworn that he saw hair under her arm, and he hoped with all of his heart that Amrish would leave him alone with her long enough for him to find out for sure.
"Fucking cop isn't so tough now, is she Shaq?" Amrish sneered while grimacing from the pain in his nuts, using the nickname that Shakti loathed.
It was his way of making fun of Shakti, as his short and squat build was the physical opposite of the gigantic basketball player. That was pure Amrish, Shakti thought. Amrish was cruel and sadistic toward anyone and everyone, and since he was a foot taller and even more muscular than he was, Shakti had to take it, even though he didn't like it.
"You're under arrest for assaulting a police officer," the woman said defiantly, having regained most of her senses and retaining all of her spunk. "You have the right to remain silent..."
"So do you, bitch!" Amrish snapped, and as he spoke, he swung his hand back and delivered a forceful slap across the policewoman's face.
The woman's face recoiled from the blow, and the sound of it echoed in the garage, but she spun back around and spit in Amrish's face. Shakti almost smiled at that, but Amrish was not amused, and retaliated by punching her in the ribs hard.
"OHHH!" Lt. Malini howled as the blow knocked all the wind out of her, leaving her dangling helplessly by her wrists after her legs gave out.
"Let her go!" Amrish yelled at Shakti, who had grabbed her around the waist so that her already-raw wrists didn't get destroyed by the cuffs.
"We're not supposed to kill her," Shakti offered as a reason for holding the woman up, using that as an excuse while inhaling her natural aromas as his cheek rested against the sweaty fabric of her sleeve.
"Let's get a look at what this slut looks like without the uniform," Amrish suggested, his hands moving up to cup Lt. Malini's breasts through the fabric of her uniform and bra before seizing the top and tearing it open savagely.
The sound of the cloth ripping was followed by the clatter of the buttons bouncing all over the cement floor, and Shakti watched in open-mouthed horror as Amrish went into a rage after that, tearing the blouse off the woman like an animal.
"Fucking cop uniform makes me sick just looking at it," Amrish snarled as pieces of the blouse flew in the air, while he made savage and short work of the blouse.
The violent way he ripped the blouse off of the policewoman left red marks on her dusky olive shoulders, but Shakti's attention was elsewhere. So was Amrish's.
"What the fuck is this?" Amrish growled.
He was referring to what Shakti had hoped for, and had fantasized about seeing, which were the thick tufts of hair that filled the policewoman's armpits. Hair so richly black that it defied description, and so much of it that it sprawled out of the gentle valleys of her armpits and grew up the insides of her arms. From those lush tufts of glistening hair, sweat was trickling out and making serpentine routes down her sides.
"Haven't you ever heard of a razor?" Amrish sneered. "What kind of a woman looks like this?"
Amrish looked to Shakti for support, and when he felt his partner's eyes on him he glanced back briefly and shrugged, before turning back to Lt. Malini.
"Maybe she's not a woman after all," Amrish suggested, and proceeded to take off the policewoman's brassiere. Unfortunately for Hema Malini, he didn't bother with the hooks and straps, and instead crudely removed it like he had done to her blouse.
"Not fucking much of a woman," Amrish sneered as Lt. Malini's breasts were exposed, and while they weren't overly large - about the size of grapefruits - they were big enough to leave no doubt as to the officer's gender.
"More of a woman than you'll ever get!" Lt. Malini spat out.
