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.
"I was going to fuck you," Amrish said condescendingly while bringing his hands up to her breasts, kneading them roughly before grabbing the plump chocolate brown nipples between his fingers. "I was going to give you the time of your life, but there's no way I could even get it up looking at you."
"Probably can't get it up for anybody, except your friend here," she said, and the comment made Shakti cringe, mainly because he knew that wouldn't go over well with Amrish, and he was right.
Amrish twisted the helpless woman's nipples while pulling them straight up toward him. His meaty fingers twisted the tender buds while stretching the tit-flesh out as far as he could, causing Lt. Malini's body to arch out along with the pulling until she was leaning forward on her toes while screaming.
"Scream, pig!" Amrish growled. "No one can hear you, and I love it when I hear you beg. You fucking hairy bitch. Damn! What is that raunchy odor? You smell really nasty. You smell her, Shaq?"
Shakti nodded while trying to appear unmoved, while his own body was shaking as much as Lt. Malini's, and he cursed himself for being so aroused by the abuse and degradation of this woman who excited him so.
Amrish shook his head derisively as he let go of her breasts, allowing her body to sag back to her standing position, but the relief was brief. Amrish's arm swung back, and Shakti had to lean back as the hand came around and slapped Lt. Malini's right armpit loudly.
"That's where than putrid smell is coming from," Amrish chortled. "This slut has more hair under her arms that I do."
The sweat splattered around when his palm hit the clump of hair, and Shakti's knees went weak when he felt the spray of her perspiration hit his face, but that was nothing compared to what he felt next.
Amrish's hands went under Lt. Malini's arms, and as he let out a guttural moan, his fingers dug into the dense jungles of armpit hair. Her hands clenched into fists, and his groans were quickly joined by the wailing of the policewoman as he pulled her toward him by the hair under her arms, much as he had done with her breasts.
Shakti cried out as well as he stood next to the two of them, but Amrish and Lt. Malini did not hear him over their own wailing. Shakti's cry was different from the noises the other two were making.
Lt. Malini's cries were caused by the pain being inflicted by her abuser as he savagely pulled at her sweaty armpit hair without mercy, the pain intensifying as he tore some of the hairs out as he pulled. Amrish was celebrating with sadistic glee as he twisted the smelly clumps of fur, enjoying the way that his captive was suffering.
Shakti, on the other hand, had an orgasm. Without even touching himself, his cock erupted as he watched what unfolded before him. His cock, snugly positioned down along the inside of his pant leg, spasmed as he ejaculated without prompting. Shakti almost fained from the intensity of his orgasm, and after Amrish finally let go, Shakti moved over and caught Lt. Malini as her body sagged, trying to shield the huge semen stain that felt like it must cover the entire front of his pants.
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Chapter Two: Shakti's wish comes true.
"How do you like us so far, cop?" Amrish sneered in Lt. Malini's sweat-streaked face, which had began to show the strain of the last hour or so.
"My hands - arms," the policewoman whimpered softly, her eyes glassy as she wiggled her fingers to try to get some circulation in them.
"Maybe if I tried to pull your nipples off some more it might make you forget about your hands," Amrish suggested, and when the policewoman shook her head no, he laughed. "Maybe yanking out all of that pit hair of yours would work as well. At least you might look like a woman then."
Amrish looked at his hands, and after seeing a few of her armpit hairs still clinging to his fingers, he made a face and rubbed his hands together to shake them off, and then raised them near his nose and scrunched his face in disgust.
"I don't know how you can stand being that close to that sweaty pig, Shaq," Amrish said to his partner still standing beside Lt. Malini, and Shakti shrugged his shoulders and mumbled something about not minding.
"If she's that gross above the waist, who knows what she looks like down below," Amrish chuckled, unbuckling the clasp at the top of the officer's tan slacks, and after he let them fall to the floor, he stepped back and laughed derisively.
"What do you think, Shaq?" he guffawed while playing with the trail of black hairs that began just below Lt. Malini's navel. "You think it grows right down to her balls?"
The thin treasure trail began to widen at the top elastic of her panties, where the timberline of her pubic bush sprouted out over the garment. Jet black hairs peeked out from the side elastic of her panties as well, and the white cotton of the panties showed the unmistakable outline of what had to be an incredibly dense bush between her legs.
Lt. Malini's thighs were rather furry as well, but the hair stopped at her knees, and the copper brown skin was smooth from there on down, no doubt a result of shaving. Amrish pushed his hand down the front of her panties, and when the policewoman gasped, he grinned. Judging by the movement of his hand Shakti knew what the brute was doing.
"Well, at least she's got a pussy!" he announced with a laugh before he yanked the panties down roughly, revealing Lt. Malini's bush was just as wide and dense as Shakti had imagined.
"Shaq, stay and watch the pig while I go in to the house and grab something to eat," Amrish announced. "Gotta use the can too. Watch her, and make sure she doesn't try anything funny."
Shakti nodded, and just before Amrish left, he turned around at the door.
"Do whatever you want to her. Fuck her if you want, but I don't think that even you are that desperate, Shaq."
The door slammed behind Amrish, and Shakti's pulse quickened when he realized that he was alone with her. The policewoman's eyes regained a little of their fire after Amrish left, and she turned her head to look at Shakti.
"You going to have your fun too?" Lt. Malini asked.
Shakti's fingers gently rubbed her swollen and abused nipples, which were twice the size they were in the beginning, and when Lt. Malini saw what he was doing, she shook her head.
"You're just as sick as he is."
"Yes," Shakti admitted, sliding his hands over until they had reached her armpits. "I'm afraid that I am, but one thing I would never do would be to hurt you. I swear to that. I would do antything within my power to make you happy."
His fingers raked their way through the soggy hair under her arms, letting them glide all the way up to the insides of her biceps before letting them rake back down.
"Want to make me happy?" Lt. Malini asked. "Let me down."
"I cannot. Amrish would kill us both."
"I will do anything you ask if you help me escape," the policewoman said. "I swear. Anything, and I will make sure that you don't get in trouble over any of this too."
"You say that now, but if I let you down you would change your mind," Shakti said. "Women tell me things like that all the time. They say they would like to be with me but after they look at me they laugh and run away."
"I would not," the policewoman said, suddenly realizing she had an opportunity here. "Why, you're a handsome man in your own way, and I don't know why any woman would not want to be with you. If you give me a chance I will prove it to you."
While Lt. Malini shuddered at the thought of having sex willingly with this simian-like brute, it would be a small price to pay for her life, so she put a brave smile on her face.
"Shakti? Is that your name? My name is Hema. Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could go someplace nice and make love all night long?"
"You would do that with me?" Shakti asked. "I could do anything with you that I wanted?"
"Anything," Lt. Malini promised.
"Would you let me have sex with you in your ass?" Shakti asked. "I never did that before, and I've always wanted to."
"Uh - sure," the policewoman said, thinking that as unpleasant as the thought would be, at least she wouldn't have to look at him while he did it.
"I hardly ever get to have sex with women at all," Shakti confessed, continuing to run his fingers through her armpit hair, and as he did he felt his cock surging once again in his pants. "They usually laugh or run when they see me naked."
"Oh!" the officer said. "That's terrible. Do they laugh because of the size of your penis?"
"Yes."
"I promise not to laugh. I swear!"
Shakti looked at the woman, their eyes meeting. He leaned over and kissed her armpit, and when he tasted the salty sweat, he moaned softly while let his tongue slide all around the damp hairs.
"You like that, don't you Shakti?" Lt. Malini asked, shivering at the strange sensation of having the guy licking under her arms. "You like my hairy armpits?"
Shakti nodded briskly, and buried his face under her arm. His mouth - his lips - his tongue all worked with a passion that Lt. Malini did not understand. Lapping, nibbling and gently chewing while inhaling the bouquet that he stirred up, he held her close to him while seemingly trying to suck every hair clean.
"Think of how nice it would be if we went to my place and I took a shower, so I would smell and taste better for you," the officer suggested, but Shakti shook his head briskly.
"I love you like this," he mumbled with his mouth full of her armpit hair.
"Oh. You like me all sweaty like this? Okay. It feels nice - what you're doing. That's so nice baby," she gasped, and despite the desperate and painful situation she was in, she felt her body responding to his animal-like behavior. "Suck on my armpit. Chew it Shakti!"
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Chapter Three: Shakti remembers.
As Shakti did exactly what his captive had told him to do, his mind went back many years. Back to his youth, and back to the mother of a schoolmate of his. Her son was just like most of the other kids he went to school with, in that he made fun of Shakti all the time, but the woman felt sorry for him and befriended him.
Mrs. Swoopa was older than Lt. Malini and not nearly as attractive as her either, but to the young Shakti she had been a goddess. He would watch her working in the kitchen, and still remembered that faded green house dress she often wore.
That sleeveless dress had sweat stains around the armholes, and Shakti recalled the day when he had first noticed the hair under her arms. He would watch her intently after that, waiting for her to lift her arm enough so he could see the rich brown clumps of hair that graced her plump armpits, and would savor the pungent aroma that wafted through the air whenever she raised her arms.
On one occasion she had been changing a light bulb and he had been standing nearby. Shakti moved quickly over next to Mrs. Swoopa - so close that his breath made her armpit hair flutter - and he recalled the ripe and salty odor that filled his head.
He had an orgasm that day too, and was so embarrassed that he made an excuse to go home. Shakti spent the rest of the day in his room, masturbating practically non-stop as he replayed the image of what he had seen in his mind.
Shakti did not visit Mrs. Swoopa for a couple of days, but when he could stand it no longer he went back to see her again. She had been concerned about him, because he had been such a regular visitor at her house, and she had also been worried about the way he looked when he had left hurriedly that day.
Breaking down, Shakti told Mrs. Swoopa of how beautiful he thought she was. When she laughed and told him that she was happy he found her attractive, but in fact she was really just a middle-aged housewife who was very plain looking, Shakti confessed.
"I love the hair under your arms," he blurted out. "I love the way it looks - the way it smells. Everything."
"My armpits?" Mrs. Swoopa asked, raising her arm and looking at the hair in confusion, and then to Shakti's amazement began running her fingers through the dense thicket. "This is what you always look at? I thought you were looking at my breasts all of this time."
Shakti shook his head no, trying desperately not to have another orgasm while Mrs. Swoopa kept fiddling with the hair under her arm.
"But you must have hair under your arms too, by now," Mrs. Swoopa said, and Shakti nodded, having had his grow in over the last year, but in a quantity far less than Mrs. Swoopa.
"Yes," Shakti said. "But yours is beautiful."
"Would you like to touch my armpits? Play with the hairs?" Mrs. Swoopa asked, taking a couple of steps toward Shakti and putting her hands on the top of her head.
Shakti's hands were trembling as he reached up, and when his fingers touched the brown fur, he suddenly stepped back and turned away, fearing another accident like he had just the other day.
When Mrs. Swoopa asked what was wrong, he told her about having an orgasm when he had looked at her armpits the other day, and he was afraid it was about to happen again.
"I really excite you that much?" Mrs. Swoopa asked, and when he nodded, she went over to the kitchen door and locked it before coming back over to Shakti and taking him by the hand, saying, "Come with me."
In her bedroom, Mrs. Swoopa calmly pulled her dress over her head and let Shakti see his first naked woman. He loved her large pendulous breasts with their fat nipples, and the thick jungle of hair between her legs made his cock throb. He could have stood there and stared at the woman forever, but she had other plans.
"Let me see you, Shakti," Mrs. Swoopa said, and when he hesitated she repeated herself.
"Please... please promise not to laugh at me?" he asked in a voice that was beyond pleading, about begging, as he recalled with horror the way his friends had teased him and taunted him when they had seen him naked.
"I promise," Mrs. Swoopa said, and after Shakti finally managed to get his clothes off and stood trembling before her, she kept her word. Her eyes widened, and she made a choking sound when she saw his throbbing penis, but she did not laugh. She did not even smile, but did everything else to him that a young man could ask for.
Shakti made regular pilgrimages to see Mrs. Swoopa, and he would make love to her for hours on end. His face was usually buried under her arm much of the time; his teeth tugging at the sweaty hairs and his tongue and mouth licking madly, nibbling and sucking excitedly, just like he was doing now with Lt. Malini.
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Chapter Four: What the...?"
Shakti had dropped his pants as he came toward the policewoman, and as he stepped out of them and into the light, Lt. Malini gasped, doing a double take at the sight of the lumbering beast.
"What the...?" the stunned women said as she looked down at the man.
Shakti's cock was huge - obscenely so. His erection swayed lazily in front of him as he waddled up, and even though he had ejaculated in his pants moments earlier, he was just as aroused now as he had been moments before. A string of pre-cum dangled lewdly from the tip of his swollen organ, making the sight of him even more terrifying to the helpless woman.
"You... it... this can't be!" Lt. Malini sputtered, while Shakti peeled the foreskin of his copper-colored member back, exposing the plum-sized glans.
What many men would have considered a gift had been a life-long nightmare for Shakti, and became another reason for others to deride him. He had already been teased unmercifully while he grew up for his unattractive features and hulking manner, and his over-sized penis gave people another reason to make fun of him.
There were the exceptions, like Mrs. Swoopa and the occasional prostitute willing to take him on, but they had been rare indeed. For the most part, the few women that had been able to get past his appearance long enough to get to know the simple and kind soul that was underneath the exterior were too terrified of what they saw when his clothes had come off to stick around.
Terror was what Lt. Malini was feeling as she watched Shakti standing in front of her. Terror at the situation she was in, and terror at what Shakti was holding in his hand, and terror at what he was planning to do with it.
Hema Malini had enjoyed her share of men in her life, but had never encountered any man built like this. His cock had to be over a foot long, and was monstrously thick as well, since the brute's hand wasn't able to get all the way around his member. The thought of what that would do to the insides of a woman even overshadowed her fear regarding her eventual fate at the hands of these criminals.
"I must have you now," Shakti said, his hand reaching between her legs and raking his fingers through her damp bush until he found her opening.
"Take me down, please," the officer begged. "I cannot..."
Lt. Malini was embarrassed when Shakti's finger slid inside of her and found her dripping wet, and when his second and third fingers went in and moved around inside of her pussy, she found herself moving her hips into his hand.
"I will help you escape," Shakti grunted as he lifted the policewoman's right leg while bringing the head of his tool up to her opening. "First, I must have you."
Lt. Malini cried out when his crown forced it's way into her, and then she sunk her teeth into Shakti's shoulder so that she did not make any more noise as he pushed more of him into her.
Shakti made a noise that sounded like a blend of a moan and a roar as he moved his cock into the vise-like confines of Hema Malini's pussy, and the sound sent shivers down the woman's back. He was trying to be gentle, but she felt as if she was being torn apart by the massive organ, even though only half of him was in her.
Shakti grabbed Lt. Malini by the buttocks as he ground in and out of her, and the policewoman found herself throwing her other leg around Shakti's ass. When Shakti saw what she had done, he let go of her other leg, and she wrapped that around his ass as well.
This took a lot of the pressure off of the policewoman's wrists, because as she was lifted by the brute, Lt. Malini felt the slack in the cuffs still over the meat hook. The thought of escape flashed through her mind, but only briefly, because Shakti was now thrusting deeper inside of her, and his grunting was becoming louder and increasingly feral.
She wants me. The thought flashed through his mind when he felt her legs wrap around his ass, and the very idea of such a thing made his cock explode in the woman. While his cock continued to erupt deep inside of Hema Malini, he buried his face back under the woman's arm.
Shakti licked and nibbled under her arm while he came, and even though he had just had a powerful orgasm, his body did not seem to realize it, because his cock was still fully engorged and still probing deeply inside of her.
"Shakti," Hema Malini soon whimpered in a shaky voice as he kept thrusting wildly into her, fully impaling the helpless woman with his massive manhood.
She was not calling out in pain, or begging for mercy. Hema Malini was having an orgasm. She was having an orgasm unlike any she had ever had. Wave after wave crashed over her, and she was sinking her teeth back into Shakti's shoulder again, wishing she could let out what she feeling inside of her as her body convulsed out of control.
Shakti moved his face out from under her arm for a second and saw the policewoman's face contorting while her eyes rolled back in her head, and this excited him even more. She looked so much like Mrs. Swoopa had so many years ago that he felt himself ejaculating once again, and he grunted like an animal with each spurt of his seed.
Shakti held onto the limp body of the Lieutenant until his now-flaccid cock slid out of her gaping pussy, and when he finally stepped back he heard a clapping sound from behind him.
"Bravo!" Amrish laughed derisively as he applauded. "Shaq finally gets a piece of ass. I thought you might be a queer or something, because I've never seen you with a..."
Amrish's ridicule stopped abruptly when Shakti turned around to face Amrish, and the sadist saw Shakti's cock swinging between his legs. Even flaccid, the size of the organ was impressive enough to shut Amrish up.
"Damn," Amrish whispered. "Unreal! You really popped a load into that slut too, didn't you Shaq?"
Amrish was referring to the cum that was dripping off of Lt. Malini's pussy hair and drooling out of the policewoman's gaping pussy. Chalky white streams of Shakti's seed kept rolling down the insides of her brown thighs, but Amrish's eyes kept reverting back to Shakti, and he was looking at his trained lap dog in a whole new light.
"Too bad we don't have more time," Amrish said. "That's a fucking incredible hunk of meat you've got there, my man. You and me could have done her at the same time. I could have fucked her in the ass while you split her pussy open some more. No time for that though. We gotta clean her up. She's going to be here soon."
Shakti knew who "she" was. She was the wife of the boss, who was in jail now because of Lt. Hema Malini, and Shakti knew that the time to help Hema escape was now past.
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Chapter Five: Negotitations.
Amrish dragged a hose across the garage floor, and with a delighted cackle, he squeezed the handle and hit the suspended woman with the sharp spray, causing Lt. Malini to recoil and spin helplessly as the surprisingly strong volley hit her.
Thank goodness it's a warm night, Shakti thought as he watched the frigid water hit the hot skin of his beloved captive. Amrish seemed to enjoy using the hose on her face, causing her to sputter and choke, but blasting the water into her pussy hair made him laugh even louder.
"There goes all your cum, Shaq!" Amrish chortled. "No baby Shakti's are gonna happen, not that the bitch is going to live long enough for that anyway. Go in the house and get some towels."
Shakti obediently did as he was told, running into the house and grabbing a couple of towels before heading back to the garage. The sound of Lt. Malini's screams made him stop just before he left the house, and as she cried out again Shakti ran over to the knife block and grabbed a boning knife and stuck it in his pocket before running out to rejoin his partner.
Amrish had been tormenting the policewoman with the hose, and enjoyed slapping the helpless woman's wet tits, and reveling in the clapping sounds that echoed in the near empty garage.
"Dry the pig up," Amrish directed. "We want to make sure that she looks alright when she gets here."
Shakti nodded and hustled over to Hema Malini's side to dry her off. Her eyes were still a little glassy, but when Shakti whispered that he was sorry, she nodded a little. He tenderly moved the towels over her skin, which was much cooler than it had been when he had last touched it, and when he rubbed the towels briskly under her arms, he stirred up a trace of the perspiration aroma still present.
Dried and fluffed up, Lt. Malini's armpits looked even hairier than they had been before, and after Shakti did the same to the sprawling and dense bush between her legs, that too looked even more wild and untamed than ever.
"I'll get you out of this somehow," Shakti whispered in the policewoman's ear as he walked around behind her and dried her back. There was even a faint trace of down along her lower spine, and when he spread her ass cheeks to dry her there, he noticed that even her anus was surrounded by fur.
Shakti walked back around, shielding the bulge in his pants from Amrish's view as he set the towels down on an old crate.
"There she is now," Amrish said as the headlights from a car spilled between the slats of the garage door, and after the sound of a car door slamming came the scraping of shoes on gravel.
The door opened, and Shakti saw the wife of the mob leader for the first time in his life. She was a stunning woman despite her age, which was probably around the mid 50's even though she looked at least ten years younger.
The woman wore a long black trench-coat that contrasted greatly with her platinum blonde hair, and walked with the attitude that she owned the world, and as far as the people in the garage were concerned, she did.
"Good work?" she said curtly after nodding at the two men, and after they nodded back she dismissed them with a wave.
"Leave us alone for a few minutes," she said. "I'll call you when I need you."
Shakti and Amrish left the garage, closing the door behind them, and after looking at each other for a second, headed over to sit on the porch and wait. The sound of a slap made them both raise their eyebrows, and Amrish stood up for a second before sitting back down.
"I'd really like to watch her kick that cop's ass, wouldn't you?" Amrish asked. "Not worth it for her to catch me looking though."
Inside the garage, Lt. Malini's face burned after being on the receiving end of a smack delivered by the wife of the man she had arrested, but after hitting the policewoman, she seemed to calm down.
"You've caused me a lot of pain," the woman said, taking off her trench-coat and walking around the suspended captive. "My family too."
Lt. Malini gave the blonde a caustic look as she went past. The woman had apparently been out on the town, because she was dressed in a black cocktail dress and looked stunning. Her breasts practically oozed out of the top of the dress, and when the woman saw where the policewoman's eyes went, she smiled a little.
"You know you are going to die, don't you?" the woman said, and when Lt. Malini shrugged, the woman continued.
"Doesn't have to happen, you know?" the woman said. "Matter-of-fact, if you play it smart, you could be free and very, very rich. Interested?"
"Maybe," Lt. Malini said, and when the woman's hand came up to her breast, her body shivered.
"All you would have to do is admit you made a mistake when you arrested my husband."
"I didn't."
"You say that you did, and what makes it better is that I'll give you somebody to take his place if you want. A fall guy, is that what you call it? A competitor of ours who is getting too big for his britches. I'll give you more than enough evidence to make sure that you have an air-tight case."
"What's in it for me?" Lt. Malini said, the pale hand of the woman stark against the copper hued breast that she was massaging gently.
"Your life. Your freedom," the woman said, her finger stroking the thick peg of the policewoman's nipple. "And two million dollars, deposited in a Swiss bank account, or any place you want."
"Also, you would make a couple of very powerful friends," the woman added. "I think my husband would enjoy you very much, and as for me, let's just say that I find you very erotic looking."
"My name is Ingrid," the woman whispered in a husky voice. "Judging by the way you're reacting, this isn't the first time that you've felt the touch of a woman. Am I right?"
"You remind me a great deal of a teacher that I had many years ago," Ingrid said when she got no answer, her hands sliding over from Lt. Malini's breasts and up her sides. "When I saw your picture in the paper after you arrested my husband, I didn't know what I wanted to do more; kill you or fuck you."
"Surprised?" Ingrid laughed as she saw Hema Malini's reaction. "Don't be. I've got to admit that I haven't seen a woman that looked like you in a long while."
The long, pale fingers slid into the thick tufts of the policewoman's armpit hair, gently working their way into the dense jungles. This caused Lt. Malini to squirm despite herself, and when Ingrid noticed that, she licked her lips and smiled.
"Mrs. Reid - that was her name," Ingrid continued. "She didn't shave her armpits either, although she wasn't nearly as hairy as you are. I remember something that she used to enjoy. She used to like me to do this to her."
As she spoke, Ingrid's fingers selected a long strand of hair from under Lt. Malini's right arm and after stretching it out as far as it would go, gave it a tug and plucked it out.
"Hurt?" Ingrid asked with a chuckle. "I'll bet it hurt, but in a good way. Mrs. Reid loved that. She used to say that one day she would like me to pluck them all out while she was tied to the bedposts. Her pussy too. She said she would probably faint from the orgasms. Wouldn't that have been a trip?"
"Of course, it would take forever to do that to you," Ingrid noted, going back to running her hands under Lt. Malini's arms and gently pulling on the hair while enjoying the suspended woman's reaction. "But if we were on a deserted island all alone, we would have all the time in the world."
"Tell me you wouldn't like that," Ingrid challenged. "I saw the way you looked at me. Tell me you wouldn't like to be naked with me on the white sand of a island beach, rubbing suntan lotion all over these."
Ingrid's eyes never left the policewoman's as she nonchalantly pulled down the top of her dress, exposing her breasts. Her breasts were exceptionally large and full, with fat crimson nipples centered on drink coaster-sized areolas, and when the taller blond came up next to Lt. Malini, she ground her breasts into hers.
"We look nice together, don't we?" Ingrid cooed. "Just you and me, and then if we decided that we needed some cock, my husband would be more than happy to service us both. What do you say about that?"
"What do I say?" Lt. Malini asked with a hint of a smile before you eyes blazed with anger. "I'd say that you've attempted to bribe a police officer, which means you're under arrest as well."
"What?" Ingrid snapped, her face expressing her shock.
"You heard me. Plus, if I was ever on a beach naked with you and your filthy, crooked, murderous husband, I'd bite his cock off and shove it down his throat, and then I'd rip those implants out of your chest and kick your ass."
Ingrid pulled the top of her dress back up and screamed for Amrish and Shakti to come back in. Lt. Malini spat at Ingrid as she walked away from her, and as she put her trench-coat back on, Ingrid gave the men their instructions.
"Kill the pig," Ingrid said coldly. "Not quickly either. Make her suffer."
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Chapter Six: Resolution.
Amrish nodded, pulling out his handgun and walking toward Lt. Malini, who struggled in hopes of getting free from the meat-hook her cuffs were strung over, kicking her legs out toward Amrish.
"How about I shoot her in the kneecaps first, and then stick the barrel somewhere really hairy?" he asked Ingrid.
"Do whatever you want," Ingrid said. "As long as she doesn't go too easily."
"Wait!" Shakti blurted out, walking over to intercept Amrish. "You can't do that. Not here!"
"Why not?" Ingrid asked. "No one will hear it way out here."
"Shaq is sweet on her, I think," Amrish cackled. "He fucked her just before you arrived."
"He did?" Ingrid sneered. "That must have been something to see. Did you like that, pig?"
"She seemed to," Amrish commented. "Shakti has a cock as big as your arm."
"Really?" Ingrid said. "Seeing as how you're so hot for the sweaty pig, maybe you'd like to fuck her again so I can watch?"
"I'm not sweet on her," Shakti said, mentally scrambling for something to use to keep this from happening. "It's just that if she bleeds around here, maybe they would be able to trace her DNA or something."
"He's got a point there," Ingrid mused.
"What do you suggest then, Shaq?" Amrish said. "Let her go?"
"Hell no!" Shakti said. "I hate her too. It's just that it would be much easier to drag her out to the field in the back and kill her. Bury her ass and let her rot in a hole. No one will ever look back there."
"Let's do it," Ingrid said. "Get her down."
Shakti went over and lifted the policewoman up in the air so that the cuffs came free from the meat-hook, and while Amrish held the gun to Lt. Malini's throat, Shakti brought the cuffs around so that her hands were behind her back. As he roughly spun her around, he slipped the handle of the boning knife in her hand before pushing her out the door quickly.
In the darkness, Shakti prayed that the full moon wasn't bright enough to reveal the knife in Lt. Malini's hand, while he thought of a strategy to use.
"I'll grab a shovel," Shakti said as they went along the back of the garage, and took a spade that was leaning against the outside wall.
"You're gonna dig the hole, my man," Amrish said.
"Maybe we should make her dig her own grave," Shakti suggested.
"No," Ingrid said curtly. "This pig is still dangerous until she's dead, so we aren't going to undo those cuffs for a second. We'll bury her with them on. You know, for a dumb looking ape, you came up with a good idea with this, Shakti."
Shakti seethed at the comment as they walked out into the spacious field, heading toward a steep hillside about a hundred yards away.
"Maybe we'll let you fuck her again before we kill her," Ingrid suggested,, grabbing a fist-full of Lt. Malini's scalp as they walked. "Kind of a reward for you, and punishment for the pig. I think maybe I'll fist her myself. With this wedding ring on, I think that would be a fitting way to make her feel the pain."
"Maybe now would be a good time," Shakti suggested as he moved closer to Amrish, who had the gun trained on the policewoman as they walked.
"No, let's go back further," Amrish said. "No sense killing her here and dragging her back there."
"I didn't mean it would be a good time to kill her," Shakti said. "I meant it would be a good time for this."
As he spoke, Shakti swung the shovel down onto the gun Amrish was holding. The gun discharged as Shakti made contact with Amrish's wrist, and as he bellowed in pain, Shakti swung the shovel backhanded and caught Amrish square in the throat.
Lt. Malini had begun moving the second she saw Shakti raise the shovel, making a couple of steps backward while trying to stab at Ingrid, who was distracted by Shakti's attack on Amrish.
Ingrid screamed as the knife grazed her arm, but that was the least of her problems, because as she reached down and grabbed the wound on her arm, Hema Malini went into action.
Despite every bone in her body aching, the policewoman spun around, kicking her leg high and sending her foot smashing into the blonde's face. The crunching sound echoed in the air as the woman flew onto her back, clearly incapacitated, and the officer was on top of her in a second without mercy, with her well placed knee making the fate of the mobster's wife certain.
Shakti had done a lot of damage with the shovel, but Amrish was fighting back, flailing wildly and connecting on several blows to Shakti's head while he tried to cover up while looking for the gun in the near-darkness.
"You fucker!"
Hema Malini's voice was shrill and loud as she got to her feet and swung her foot into Amrish's crotch, but the sound that came out of Amrish when she made contact with his groin made that seem faint by comparison, and after he doubled over from the pain of that kick, she kicked him in the temple, and the force of that blow sent him sprawling to the ground.
"The cuffs," Lt. Malini yelled to Shakti. "The key is in my uniform pants pocket. Get it while I keep him busy."
Shakti was dazed, but staggered back toward the garage as the policewoman kicked Amrish in the crotch again, taunting him as she did. The key was in the pants just as she had said, and when he ran back to the field, Amrish was groaning and groveling on the ground.
"Just get one wrist free," Lt. Malini said, and after he fumbled in the dark for a few seconds, he managed to undo the bracelet from her raw wrist long enough for her to bring her hands in front of her and snap them closed again.
"Don't look," she told Shakti, but he was unable not to, and instead watched as Lt. Malini knelt down next to Amrish and brought the cuffs around his neck, cursing him as she squeezed tight.
It wasn't quick and it wasn't pretty, but after Amrish thrashed and kicked for a brief time, his eyes stopped bulging and he stopped gasping for air, but only after his body went limp and lifeless did the policewoman let go and rise to her feet.
"What about her?" Shakti asked as his trembling hands undid the cuffs again.
"She no longer exists," Hema Malini said coldly, and when Shakti walked past her prone body, he could see that was a fact.
They went back to the garage, where the lieutenant put on her uniform pants and tried to piece together enough of her shredded uniform top so that she was partially covered up, and with Shakti she went to the car that Ingrid had driven up in.
"Nice of her to leave the keys in the car for us," Ingrid said, as she hopped in behind the wheel of the BMW and turned the key.
"It was all worth it," Shakti said after they drove for a minute.
"Worth what? Getting free of those scum?"
"Yes. Even though I'm going to end up in jail, I would still do it again if I had to."
"Who's going to jail?" Lt. Malini asked.
"Well, I know you have to arrest me," Shakti said sadly.
"Shakti, I told you that if you helped me escape, that no harm would come to you," the officer said, putting her hand on Shakti's thigh. "What you did was very brave, and I owe you my life. I gave you my word, and you are a free man now."
"Might as well be in jail," Shakti mused. "Once the rest of the mob finds out what happened, I won't last very long out in the real world."
"Why don't you let me work on that," Hema suggested. "Maybe we can come up with something."
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Epilogue:
Lt. Hema Malini made the headlines once again, and the story of how she managed to escape certain death by overpowering the three mobsters got her another promotion and more acclaim.
"What a woman, and what a policewoman!" the Mayor gushed at the press conference. "Not only did she manage to save her own life, the way that she was able to kill all three of her assailants while still handcuffed was amazing."
Shakti was dead, at least as far as the world was concerned. After getting back to the station, Lt. Malini had explained enough of the story to the Chief so that he was more than willing to add Shakti's imaginary death to the real deaths of Amrish and Ingrid. They buried an empty coffin and put Shakti's name on top of it. No one cared, because it was good riddance to bad rubbish.
So now Shakti looked out of the picture window at the mountains in the distance, while waiting patiently for the familiar sound of the car pulling into the driveway.
Friday evening couldn't come soon enough for Shakti, as the five days without Hema seemed to last forever. He managed to keep himself busy in their isolated cabin, cutting wood and making repairs and renovations to the hideaway, and he had to admit he loved this life a lot more than his previous one.
Soon, Hema would be here after working all week in the city. She would greet him with a shower of hugs and kisses, and after dinner they would go down to the garage and relax.
Shakti tested the cuffs that hung down from the ceiling - padded and covered with velvet - where Hema would let him string her up. This was for her, and she would have orgasm after orgasm as he impaled her with his cock, while he smothered her musky armpits with licks and kisses.
After he came inside of her a couple of times, they would retire to the bedroom, where Shakti would massage the soreness out of her shoulders until he was ready for more of her. That seldom took long, as he seemed to have an erection that seldom went away.
He was a lover who could be as tender or as rough as Hema wanted him to be. Whenever he wanted, Hema would give Shakti what he had always yearned for, and while she would likely never fully get used to the sensation of having Shakti's huge cock tearing deep into her bowels and stretching her insides to their limits, it made her man so happy that it was a small price to pay. Fortunately, Shakti seemed to prefer other ways of making love; ways that allowed him to fully savor the pleasures of her underarms while they made love.
Hema Malini knew that she would probably never be able to be seen in public with the man that she had grown to love because of everything that had gone down, but she was happy to be able to spend her weekends and vacations with this brute of a man.
Shakti may not be the most handsome man, or the smartest one either, but she knew she would never find another who loved her so much, treated her like a queen, and had to be the most passionate and insatiable lover in the world.
That was more than enough for the newly appointed Captain Hema Malini to ask for.
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