I don't condone real rape. It's cruel, and rapists lead pathetic lives. Below is a fictional story, no relation to anyone in particular.
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"Muthu!! Come to my office, NOW!!"
Uma Vanitha Devi, or Mrs Vani as she is commonly called, is a prominent woman's rights lawyer, who is also a very influential figure in India. Born into an already wealthy family in the upper levels on India's caste system, she owns a huge office in the crowded city at the heart of Mumbai.
Being also a public prosecutor and a senior counsel in India's courts, Mrs Vani had prosecuted countless criminals and put them behind bars. They were convicted of many types of capital crimes, such as murder, but her main legal expertise were rape cases.
Mrs Vani has massive disdain for rapists. She fought hard for rape victims, and made sure all the culprits were heavily sentenced for their crime. For that she was highly respected in her community, and was regarded as a savour for women.
Mrs Vani is married, her husband of 25 years is a kind and respectable politician that is loved by the people of South Mumbai. They are blessed with two sons of their own, and they are often portrayed as the perfect family in the media.
Unknown to her (or at least, she would rather not know), she is also voted India's hottest milf in numerous porn websites. With a voluptuous body, it is no surprise. 'Big' is an understatement to describe her 48J sized hot curry Indian boobs. Her boobs are talking point for every males with raging hormones. She was tall, (5 foot 11"), and have lips to die for.
Photoshopped pictures of her are easily available throughout these websites, such as cropped pictures of her face attached to naked female bodies, with captions such as "Mrs Vani and the plumber", "Mrs Vani goes nude at the beach", "Mrs Vani wants your thick black cock", and many more.
These pictures served as sources masturbation for hundreds of thousands (if not millions) of males not only in India, but internationally as well.
Besides these porn sites, the social media would always be buzzing about Mrs Vani too, mostly about the size of her boobs. She had complained about it to the authorities and some accounts were banned, but new ones popped out and she just gave up.
"What kind of rubbish report writing is this!" she bellowed to her newly appointed staff, Muthu, in her legal office located in one of the skyscrapers in Mumbai's southern district.
Muthu had not even graduated from the Maharashtra National Law University in Mumbai, he was only temporary sent to Mrs Vani's law firm as an attachment trainee. Being only 20 years of age, he wasn't even half of Mrs Vani's age of 42. He was rather a quiet and timid young man, who rather keep things to himself.
"Sorry boss, I had not able to collate all the data and the facts of what happened in this case," he timidly said.
It was another rape case, this time about a young woman who got raped by her boyfriend after she came home late from a party with her friends.
Mrs Vani smacked Amrit's head with the report he filed.
"This is unacceptable! Now go get the facts from the victim and witnesses..her parents, her friends at the party, whatever, and be back here in my office by Monday!"
Young Muthu knew of the temper she has. She is a very determined and fierce woman, but those traits are instrumental in being a successful prosecutor.
He was afraid of her, but he had secretly always admired his boss from far. He was already a porn website paid subscriber featuring edited photos of Mrs Vani in many different sexy poses, and was extremely delighted when he found out his faculty had arranged for him to be a trainee for Mrs Vani legal firm.
This was truly a dream come true, he told himself at that point of time.
"It's certainly a nightmare working for this bitch," he now murmured when he was safely back at his personal desk. He rummaged through his curly hair with his fingers, thinking how he could finish up the report by Monday when it was already Friday.
He worked long hours, with meagre training allowance, and his girlfriend had already left him for another guy who could spent more time with her. This would meant another weekend working.
"I'm gonna fuck that momma bitch, one way or another," he told himself.
Back home, Muthu was jerking as usual in front of his laptop to an image of a media interview Mrs Vani gave to journalists outside the high court in the news coverage that was being circulated in the porn sites.
In the photo, Mrs Vani was tightly clad in a fiery yellow saree, and had her mouth opened, talking into the journalists' mouthpiece but instead of the actual microphone, an image of a long black indian cock was inserted into the doctored picture.
It wasn't a good photoshop job, it did look fake, but it was still good enough for young boys like Muthu to have a little fun with their cock, and for them to imagine shooting their hot sperm directly into the milf's bright red lipsticked mouth.
"Arghhhh, take that Mrs Vani, you deserved that, you fucking slut!" Muthu said out loud in his bedroom. His home is located near the slums.
Although Muthu comes from a middle-income family and lives in an apartment with his parents, he has many childhood friends living in the slums nearby. He doesn't care about the caste system and his 2 best friends, Dev and Gopal, are from the slums.
The next day, which was a Saturday, instead of working on his report, he devised a plan to teach his boss a lesson, a sexual lesson she would never forget.
He called both of his buddies, who were now grown young men. Due to the limited opportunities in studies, both had now turned out to be fearsome thugs in their community. But since they had grown up together with Muthu, they regard the young nerdy law undergrad as their own. Or so he thought.
"Hey Muthu my friend! What's up buddy?" they called out to him when they met in one of the drink stall in the slum.
"I'm fine, but my new boss...she is mentally torturing me every single day! My fiance had left me, and I even rarely see my parents. My life is a living hell because of this," Muthu explained.
Both Dev and Gopal knew who his boss was. They had seen her in person too, as sometimes she and her husband walked through the slums in one big convoy representing his political party, trying to get votes from the community during elections. Those were the only times Mrs Vani would ever set her dainty high heeled feet in the dirty slums.