Rani Mukherjee, Ghote and Kamble are in a jeep. They have received information that Rahman is hiding at his girlfriend’s house in a chawl in Andheri. Rahman is a gangster wanted for several crimes like kidnapping, extortion and attempt to murder. Rani is a celebrated officer of the Mumbai police, Crime Branch. She was known for being bold and audacious and had the ability to crack the toughest of the cases. Not always did she play by the law since she knew that there were multiple loop holes.

Rani was also a very beautiful woman. She was in her late thirties and had a perfect Bengali-beauty face. She wasn’t anorexic and had a full figure. Her size 36 boobs and size 38 ass were enough to make any man cum. She stood 5 feet 5 inches in height, had long dark brown hair till the middle of her back. When on duty, it was either in a tight braid or a bun. She had a husky voice which was completely apt for the bedroom. Her huge dark chocolate eyes were another asset of hers. Rani knew she was a beautiful and sexy woman. However to give credit where its due, she had never used that fact for the advancement of her career. Where she was today, was solely due to her sheer hard work. She never dressed provocatively for work and all her subordinates had utmost respect for her.

However, there was a secret within her. She had been working in the police for the past 12 years. In all these years she has been exposed to all kinds of darkness and depravity of human beings. To bear witness to so much darkness and depravity, some of it had seeped into Rani as well. But till now she has controlled it well. But in the past few months, she has been experiencing certain changes within herself; in the matters of sex.

Rani was married to Dr Bikram Mukherjee, a practicing Gynaecologist. Theirs was a love marriage. She was very satisfied with the marriage but lately she has started feeling that the sex-life that they have is too vanilla. She had satisfactory sex with Bikram but it was always almost missionary. Maybe Bikram saw so many pussies in his course of work that his approach towards his wife’s cunt was also a clinical one. Apart from the two of them Rani’s family consisted of her niece, Meera. Meera was the daughter of Rani’s Sister, who along with her husband had passed away in a car-accident.

In the past few months, Rani had started feeling unsatisfied in the matters of sex. This had caused her to become imaginative. She had started going through the internet and also started imagining herself in risqué situations. This had started happening in her duty hours as well but that has never hampered her work. It was as if she had compartments within her brain where one part was always dedicated to her dark and depraved fantasies, while the remaining were always on an alert.

Rani was in the jeep with her two subordinates – Ghote and Kamble. Both of them were big Marathis, with muscles, moustache and a bit of a paunch. Ghote and Kamble were dressed in simple shirt and trousers while Rani had taken a disguise of a Marathi Maid so that no one would alert Rahman in the chawl. She was wearing a bright red saree, with a black blouse accentuating her tits. The saree curved against her figure clearly outlining her voluptuous ass. Her long hair was in a thick braid. They would take another hour to reach the chawl. Rani was lost in her thoughts.

“Yes, yes … fuck me, fuck me hard, tear me apart, don’t show me any mercy” – Rani said. She was inside a police lock-up cell, naked. She was being fucked hard by Kamble and Ghote. Rani had started fantasizing about her subordinates since some time. This was one of her favorite fantasies – being taken hard in her own police-stations lock-up cell by both of them. It starts with Rani being arrested in the charge of prostitution.

Kamble – “Kya Ghote. It is such a dull night yaar. Nothing to do but to kill the mosquitoes”.

Ghote – “Haan re, I agree. Chal, want to check out the new maal that was picked up this evening”.

Kamble – “Chal. Let’s see.”

The two colleagues went near the lock up. The police station was empty of the officials except the two of them. Other pickpockets and drunkards were in the other cells. However, in this particular cell was only this sexy maal – Rani.

Rani – “Kya Saab. Why so much drama ? I know what you want . I also want the same”

Kamble – “Shut up you whore. You will speak only when we ask you to.”

Kamble and Ghote enter the cell. Their erections are clearly visible through their uniforms. In their course of duty, they had seen and fucked many whores, but both had a feeling that this one was special. Tight body, hair in a big bun. This is what they liked. Kamble went for the boobs while Ghote for the ass. Rani smiled at them. Kamble squeezed her breasts. They were a handful and fit his hands quite nicely. “yes yes, squeeze them hard, squeeze them so hard that milk comes out from them” Rani moaned. In the mea- time, Ghote pressed her ass and started rubbing his erection on her ass cheeks. He took out his cock. It was 6.5 inches long and 2 inches thick. It smelled dirty as he didn’t have the habit of washing his cock after taking a piss. They pulled off her saree, tore off her blouse and petticoat. Rani stood in from of them in her bra and panty. Kamble also pulled out his cock. It was similar to Ghote’s. Rani smiled .

“Mam, we have reached” – Kamble said. Rani broke out of her reverie. She was angry with Kamble. She had reached a favourite place in her fantasy. Her pussy was leaking. However duty called. It was anti-climactic. Rahman was sleeping with his girl-friend. They arrested him easily. Rahman was naked in bed. His cock was 7 inches long and circumcised. Away from her subordinates’ eyes, Rani licked her lips. She wanted to taste that cock. Rahman was quite muscular and Rani was sure that he would be a good lay. She wanted Rahman to treat her the way she deserved; that of a whore, to take her to places where she has never been. Rani didn’t have a rape-fantasy (as yet) but craved hard, brutal sex.

Rahman was taken to the lock up. Rani and her subordinates got busy with the paper work as they had to produce Rahman in court the following week. In the midst of her work, Rani had flashes. Rahman in the cell … Rani on her knees with the big cock in her mouth … her tongue running all over the smooth skin of his cock and balls … his cock hitting the back of her throat … her tongue on his bulbous cock-head, teasing the piss slit … she with her legs apart … Rahman licking her pussy … Kamble and Ghote rubbing their cocks on her boobs, on her face … Rahman pounding her from the back, holding her long braid as the rein … Rani moaning in her husky voice … Kamble and Ghote ejaculating on her … cum dripping from her face … her tongue trying to catch as much as possible …

Her cell rang. She was jolted out of her fantasy. It was Meera. It was almost 11 pm. Rani told her that she would be returning in half an hour. Rani was excited as well as scared by her fantasies. She wasn’t the one to keep her feelings suppressed. She had realized that the day would come soon when the fantasies will not be enough. She would need to do something in reality to satisfy her cravings. If unable to do so, that would ultimately affect her work. Rani sighed. She realized that her marriage to Bikram was over. She would have to find a balance – between her depraved cravings and her work, her duty. As of now, the internet would have to do. Little did she realize that soon, the world that she knew would be destroyed and she would be the one reveling in that destruction.