Chapter 1: The Interrogation Game Begins
Ibu Ajeng, a 45-year-old Police Chief of Yogyakarta, stood tall and proud in her crisp, dark blue uniform, the epitome of authority and command. Her hijab, a stark white against her olive skin, was meticulously pinned, framing her strong, angular jaw and piercing eyes that held the weight of her profession. Unlike many women of her stature, Ibu Ajeng maintained a slim, mature figure, her broad shoulders accentuating her neatly tucked uniform. Her chest, though not overly endowed, held a respectable size, more than a handful yet firmly supported, adding to her air of confidence.
Describe Ibu Ajeng underwear in detail and the size of her breasts.
Underneath her uniform, her underwire bra held her 34C breasts securely, the lace edging pressing gently against her fair skin, a secret whisper of femininity beneath her authoritative exterior. Her nylon-blend panties, a sensible navy blue to match her uniform, hugged her hips, the modest cut doing little to deter the thought of what lay beneath.
Her trimmed pubic hair, a dark tuft hidden from the world, was a secret she kept tucked away, a reminder of her femininity that seldom saw the light of day.
The police archive room was a labyrinth of towering shelves, each groaning under the weight of countless case files, a testament to the memory of crimes long past. The air was thick with dust and the faint scent of old paper, the only light a flickering bulb casting long, dancing shadows. It was a place of secrets, a place where truths were hidden and buried.
But tonight, it would be a place of reckoning. Tonight, Ibu Ajeng would be the one under scrutiny.
Tonight, Ibu Ajeng was meeting her two interns, Sari and Dewi, They are planning for interrogation session and Ajeng will be their object and evaluating their interns performances based on the interrogation skills.
She had expected the usual procedure: cold, sterile questions under the harsh glare of fluorescent lights.
"Good evening, Ibu Ajeng". Sari greet Ibu Ajeng.
"Evening, Sari". Ibu Ajeng replied, "Are we ready to start?" Sari flashed a mischievous smile, "Almost, Kapolda. We just need to... prepare the room a bit more."
Ibu Ajeng raised an eyebrow but didn't question it. She'd grown accustomed to their little games, their flirtatious banter. She thought it was just harmless fun, a way for them to get under her skin, to test her authority. She was wrong.
Dewi, the silent strategist, stepped forward from the shadows, her eyes gleaming with a predatory intensity that Ibu Ajeng had never seen before.
"We need you to, uh, participate a bit more actively, Kapolda," Dewi purred, her voice low and husky.
Ibu Ajeng felt a prickle of unease, but she shook it off. "Participate? How?"
Sari, the bolder of the two, grinned wickedly. "Well, we've been studying some... alternative interrogation techniques. And we thought, who better to test them on than our dear Kapolda?"
Before Ibu Ajeng could respond, Dewi was behind her, swiftly and efficiently binding her wrists with a zip tie and tied it to the horizontal bar above Ibu Ajeng head.
Ibu Ajeng gasped, her breath hitching in surprise.
"What the hell are you doing?" she demanded, struggling against her restraints.
Sari walked in front of her, her eyes gleaming with a sudden, fierce heat. "We're interrogating you, Kapolda. Rule number one: you don't get to lie to us and you must answer us"
Dewi said, her voice barely above a whisper as she traced the outline of Ibu Ajeng's ear with her fingers.
Ibu Ajeng's breath hitched again, her body tensing as a wave of embarrassment and shame washed over her.
"Rule number two: if you lying or don't answer, we will unbutton one button on your uniform" Sari said, her fingers already reaching for the top button of Ibu Ajeng's uniform.
She paused, looking into Ibu Ajeng's wide eyes. "Ready, Kapolda?"
Ibu Ajeng swallowed hard, her mind racing. She couldn't give in to this, could she? She was their superior, their mentor.
"First question, what are you wearing underneath those uniform, Ibu Ajeng?" Sari asked, her voice dripping with innuendo.
Ibu Ajeng's cheeks flushed, her mind racing. She could feel the heat of their gazes, the weight of their expectations. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out.
Dewi leaned in, her warm breath tickling Ibu Ajeng's ear. "Answer the question, Kapolda. Or should we start unbuttoning?"
Ibu Ajeng swallowed hard, her heart pounding. "A-a bra... and panties," she managed to stutter out.
Sari chuckled, a low, sultry sound that sent a shiver down Ibu Ajeng's spine. "That's not a good answer, Ibu Ajeng," she purred, unbuttoning the first button of Ibu Ajeng's uniform.
"Now, we try this again, answer properly or I will unbutton the second button on your uniform"
Sari said, "Now try again, what are you wearing underneath those uniform?" Ibu Ajeng eyes were wide with panic, but she managed to say, "A white lace bra and navy blue nylon panties."
"Much better." Sari said, "Now tell me the size, Ibu Ajeng"
she grinned, her fingers played with the second button of Ibu Ajeng's uniform.
Ibu Ajeng's breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could feel her heart pounding against her ribcage, the blood rushing in her ears. She was a police chief, for god's sake. She shouldn't be having this reaction. But here she was, bound and at the mercy of two women half her age, feeling things she hadn't felt in years.
"34C," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Sari's grin widened, "And your panties?
Are they wet, Ibu Ajeng?"
Ibu Ajeng's eyes flashed with indignation, but her body betrayed her, a soft moan escaping her lips as Dewi's fingers brushed against her inner thigh, dangerously close to her pussy. "N-no, they're not," she lied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Sari laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down Ibu Ajeng's spine. "You're a terrible liar, Kapolda," she said, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "But don't worry, we'll make sure you learn how to tell the truth."
Dewi's fingers found the second button on Ibu Ajeng uniform and unbutton it.
The fabric parted, revealing the top of her white lace bra. She could feel her nipples hardening against the lace, betraying her arousal.
"Liar," Dewi whispered, her voice barely above a whisper as her fingers brushed against the exposed skin of Ibu Ajeng's stomach. "Your breath is coming in short, shallow gasps. Your chest is rising and falling like you're running a marathon. Your nipples are hard as diamonds." She leaned in, her voice a low growl.
"Your body is telling a different story, Kapolda. It's telling us that you want this. That you want us."
Ibu Ajeng's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, but her body was on fire. She could feel the heat radiating from their bodies, could smell the faint scent of their perfume mingling with the dust and old paper. She was a police chief, damn it. She shouldn't be feeling this way. But she was.
Sari's fingers trailed down Ibu Ajeng's chest, lingering on her hard nipples through the lace of her bra.
"I think we should check for ourselves, don't you, Dewi?"
Dewi's eyes gleamed with anticipation as she reached out, her fingers finding the clasp of Ibu Ajeng's bra. With a flick of her wrist, it sprang open, the cups falling away to reveal Ibu Ajeng's breasts. They were full and heavy, the nipples dark and erect. Dewi leaned in, her breath hot on Ibu Ajeng's skin. "Beautiful," she murmured, before taking one taut nipple into her mouth.
Ibu Ajeng's breath hitched, a soft gasp escaping her lips as Dewi's tongue swirled around the hard bud. She could feel the wet heat of her mouth, the gentle suction sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.
Meanwhile, Sari was not idle. She had stepped back, her eyes roaming over Ibu Ajeng's body, taking in every detail. Her gaze lingered on the damp patch that had formed on Ibu Ajeng's panties, a smirk playing on her lips.
"You're soaking wet, Kapolda," she said, her voice husky with desire.
"You're lying to us, aren't you? You want this. You want us."
Ibu Ajeng couldn't deny it any longer. Her body was betraying her, her arousal evident in the dampness seeping through her panties. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps.
Dewi pulled back, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Time to find out just how wet you are," she said, her voice low and purring with anticipation. She knelt down, her hands reaching for the hem of Ibu Ajeng's uniform.
"Just imagine we are your daughter, Ibu Ajeng" Sari said in Ibu Ajeng ear, a picture of her two daughters forming on Ibu Ajeng's mind.
"Your daughters who are curious about sex and they've heard rumors about their mom's kinky side, so they want to explore it with you."
"Fuck, that's hot," Dewi whispered, her fingers tracing the damp patch on Ibu Ajeng's panties. "Imagine what it would be like if your daughters were here with us, Kapolda. Imagine them watching as we strip you bare, as we take turns tasting your pussy, as we make you scream our names."
Ibu Ajeng's breath hitched, a soft moan escaping her lips as the image played in her mind.
"Imagine we are your daughters, Ibu Ajeng, now sucking on both of her mother tits" Sari whispered.
Dewi's fingers slipped underneath the waistband of Ibu Ajeng's panties, her touch sending electric shocks through Ibu Ajeng's body. She could feel her pussy throbbing with need, desperate for release.
"Fuck, you're drenched," Dewi groaned, her fingers slipping through Ibu Ajeng's folds, coating themselves in her juices.
"You like it, don't you, mommy?" Dewi said, pretend she is Ibu Ajeng's daughter.
"Come on, Mommy, let's see that pretty pussy of yours," she purred, her fingers hooking into the elastic of Ibu Ajeng's panties. Sari chimed in, her voice a sultry whisper, "Yeah, Mom, show us what you're hiding under there."
Ibu Ajeng's breath hitched as Dewi slowly peeled her panties down, her eyes locked onto Ibu Ajeng's as she revealed her most intimate place. The cool air hit her wet folds, sending a shiver down her spine.
"Please, stop calling me that" Ibu Ajeng pleaded, her voice barely a whisper.
"Stop calling you what?" Sari teased, her fingers tracing the edge of Ibu Ajeng's panties, now pooled at her ankles.
"Mommy," Ibu Ajeng admitted, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
Sari chuckled, a low, sultry sound. "I think you like it, don't you, Kapolda? You like the idea of your daughters exploring your body, of them making you feel things you've never felt before."
Dewi leaned in, her breath hot on Ibu Ajeng's pussy.
"Fuck, Mommy, you smell incredible," she murmured before diving in, her tongue lapping at Ibu Ajeng's clit.
Ibu Ajeng's head fell back, a low moan escaping her lips. She couldn't believe how good it felt, how right it felt to have Dewi's tongue on her, licking her like she was a goddamn piece of candy. She could feel every flick, every lick, every suck, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.
Meanwhile, Sari had moved behind her, her hands gripping Ibu Ajeng's hips.
She leaned in, her breath hot on Ibu Ajeng's ear. "You look so fucking hot like this, Kapolda," she growled, her voice laced with lust. "Your uniform half-undone, your tits out, and Dewi eating your pussy like a fucking pro."
Ibu Ajeng could only moan in response, her body writhing against the restraints. She could feel her orgasm building, her body coiling like a spring ready to snap.
Sari's hands moved to the front of Ibu Ajeng's uniform, unbuttoning the rest of the buttons with shaky hands.
She pushed the fabric aside, revealing Ibu Ajeng's bra-clad breasts and the curve of her stomach. "Fuck, look at these tits, Dewi," Sari breathed, cupping one of Ibu Ajeng's breasts in her hand. "I need to taste them."
Dewi looked up from her task, her face glistening with Ibu Ajeng's juices. "Mmm, they look delicious," she agreed, her tongue darting out to lick her lips.
"But, this pussy is so good, mommy" Dewi chuckled.
"Then, I should play with your tits, mommy, while Dewi eat your pussy" Sari said.
She leaned in, her lips capturing one of Ibu Ajeng's hard nipples through the lace of her bra. She suckled it like a baby, her tongue swirling around the tip, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to Ibu Ajeng's core.
"Fuck, stop calling me mommy, it's inapropriate thinking about my daughters like this," Ibu Ajeng moaned, her body squirming against the restraints.
"Why? Because it's hot as fuck? Because it turns you on knowing that your daughters would be just as good at this as we are?" Sari taunted, her hand squeezing Ibu Ajeng's breast harder.
Dewi hummed in agreement, her tongue flicking against Ibu Ajeng's clit. "Mmm, I can taste your arousal, Mommy. You're so wet for us, aren't you?" she said, before sucking Ibu Ajeng's clit into her mouth.
Ibu Ajeng's hips bucked, her body desperate for more.
She could feel the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter, ready to explode. She wanted to touch herself, to rub her clit and send herself over the edge, but her hands were bound, leaving her helpless and at their mercy.
Sari released Ibu Ajeng's nipple with a pop, her lips glistening with saliva. "You like that, don't you, Kapolda? You like feeling helpless, like a little slut for us to use and abuse."
Ibu Ajeng could only moan in response, her body trembling with need.
She was so close to the edge, her orgasm just a hair's breadth away. She could feel it, coiling in her core, ready to explode. But she needed more. She needed them.
Sari's hand left Ibu Ajeng's breast, trailing down her stomach, her fingers dipping into the wetness between her legs. "Fuck, Mommy, you're soaking wet," she groaned, her fingers coating themselves in Ibu Ajeng's arousal. "You like having us both at your pussy, don't you?
"Think about your daughters when you come, mommy"
"Scream their name, mommy"
Sari taunted, her fingers joining Dewi's, exploring Ibu Ajeng's wet folds. They slipped easily inside her, stretching her, filling her. Ibu Ajeng gasped, her body tensing at the intrusion. She was so fucking tight, so fucking hot.
"You're so tight, mommy," Sari groaned, her fingers curling inside Ibu Ajeng, hitting her G-spot.
"Does it feel good having your daughters' fingers inside you?" Dewi asked, her voice a low purr, her fingers moving in sync with Sari's.
"Answer us, Mommy. Does it feel good having our fingers inside your cunt?"
Ibu Ajeng could only moan in response, her body writhing against the restraints, her inner muscles clenching around their fingers. She could feel the pleasure building, her body coiling tighter and tighter.
Sari's fingers curled deeper, hitting Ibu Ajeng's G-spot again. "Fuck, mommy, you're so responsive.
"Cum for us, Mommy"
"Scream your daughter name, Mommy"
Sari ordered, her fingers pistoning in and out of Ibu Ajeng, her thumb circling her clit.
Dewi, not one to be left out, leaned in, her tongue lapping at the juices dripping from Ibu Ajeng's pussy. She sucked on her clit, her tongue flicking rapidly, sending electric shocks through Ibu Ajeng's body.
"Fuck, Mommy, you taste so fucking good," Dewi groaned, her hand joining Sari's, both of them working Ibu Ajeng's pussy like a fucking well-oiled machine.
"Ahhh, fuckk, ohhh, I'm cumming" Ibu Ajeng's body tensed, her muscles clenching around their fingers as her orgasm tore through her. She screamed her daughters' names, her voice echoing through the dimly lit archive room.
"SARI! DEWI!" she wailed, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over her.
Sari and Dewi didn't stop, their fingers relentlessly working her pussy, drawing out her orgasm. They could feel her cumming, her juices coating their hands, her muscles clenching around their fingers.
They didn't stop, not even as her orgasm started to subside. They wanted more. They needed more.
Sari, her hair damp with sweat, her breath coming in short gasps, looked up at Ibu Ajeng. "Is this what you do when you're alone, Kapolda? Is this how you get yourself off?" she taunted, her fingers still buried deep inside Ibu Ajeng's pussy.
Ibu Ajeng, her body trembling, her breath ragged, looked down at Sari, her eyes filled with a mix of shame and desire.