03-03-2022, 01:23 PM
**Part 2.**
Purvi entered the room, laying her bag down on the small table to the side of the wall and sat on the edge of the bed, thinking hard. Purvi had managed to put on a tough face and attitude in front of Nila, but her heart was beating fast.
Shit. She thought. She knew this day would come. Some of the friends she had made in class had already gone through it, and now they hang out with the seniors, getting help they need in regards to their studies or just plain friendship. Purvi was shy in nature, and she hoped that she wouldn’t have to do anything too embarrassing.
Purvi slowly got up, peeking out the window before pulling the curtains shut and letting herself fall onto the bed. She picked up her phone, looking at the time before scrolling through her Facebook. The time was 7.00 PM, giving her 3 hours before whoever ‘they’ were, came to the flat. It had also just occurred to her that her ragging was taking place at night, in the privacy of her flat? It didn’t make sense.
She lay there for half an hour, letting her mind rest from the grueling exam, wondering what she would have to do to be accepted by her seniors. “Fuck it.”, she said to herself, pushing her body off the bed and stood in front of the mirror.
Purvi removed the band off her ponytail, letting her long hair fall down to her shoulders. She grabbed the sides of her churidar, pulling it off over her head and checked herself out. A bra at least one size too small for her was struggling to hold her breasts in place, the edges of her dark areolas were peeking out. Purvi had no choice but to reuse some of her mother's older bras to save money, rarely spoiling herself by buying new ones. Even so, they aren’t the best of quality but she has made do thus far.
She slowly unhooked the bra, letting her big breasts fall down. Two big mounds of juicy tit meat hung off her chest with large dark wrinkly areolas. Her nipples were thick and rubbery, made perfect to be suckled and fed on. The sight of her topless would drive any man mad with lust. She looked at herself for a little while, then pushed her bottoms and panty down to her feet.
Purvi looked at her flat stomach, then down towards her clean-shaven pubic area. Two fat dark pussy lips were stuck together, looking like a present waiting to be unwrapped to expose all the wet pink goodies that laid in between them. She turned sideways, checking out the two firm juicy butt cheeks on her rear. She looked like a goddess.
Nila sat in the hall, thinking hard. She was hoping that Purvi would have decided to go back to her hometown today. Her disappointment was obvious when Purvi had said no. She looked at her phone, 8.15 PM, roughly one and a half hours more until the trio of bastards come here. Nila looked at Purvi’s closed room door, she could barely make out the sound of the shower running. Should she just tell Purvi to leave, grab a bus or a train to some cousin or relative’s home and stay there for a couple of weeks?
Nila knew that Purvi assumed she would be ragged by the regular seniors inside college, because that was she thought was going to happen to her as well. How did it get so wrong, so bad so quick. She did not want to subject Purvi to the same horrors she had to endure, but at this point she did not have a choice.
What would the results be if she had asked Purvi to leave?
1. She would end up being the victim again, leading to another night of terror.
2. The bastards would just move on to the next pick.
These three were smart, they only preyed on girls. Making sure they choose those who have travelled from far away, not from a well-to-do family, and/or of a lower caste. Another important requirement was that the girls of course had to be beautiful, being ugly or fat actually saved you from them. They did their research thoroughly, ensuring none of the victims are from well-connected or influential families.
Many of their victims left the college after their night of ragging, opting to stop their studies or have been thrown out for reporting these three to the dean. Some, the strong ones, stayed on, biting their teeth to finish their courses semester after semester, having to endure being in the same vicinity as with the trio.
No one else knew about these so called “ragging” by this gang except the selected few victims. The dean and some professors knew, of course, but they were too afraid to do anything about it. They were of course powerless. Nila had heard, from another victim of this trio’s ragging activities, that one or two of these so-called professors had even taken part in their torture, knowing that their identity and position were safeguarded by these boys. These professors even want to be in their good graces, knowing this trio of boys are from politically strong families.
Nila sighed. Fucking bastards. All of them. She could feel herself tearing up.
The door unlocked, with Purvi stepping out in her towel into the hall. Nila quickly wiped her eyes and smiled at her.
“Oh, sorry! I thought you had gone back into your room.”. Purvi smiled sheepishly.
“No... No... It's ok., I'm just mindlessly scrolling through Instagram.”, she lied. Nila could not take her eyes off Purvi’s breasts hidden inside the towel; she could make out her nipples poking through the wet fabric very obviously. Purvi’s hair had been tied back into a ponytail again, little droplets of water grazed along her neck and shoulders.
“I’m just grabbing a quick bite before the...”, Purvi put her hands up, in a sarcastic motion, “...ragging. Haha.”, she laughed. Nila smiled back looking at her.
“Are you going to be here?”, Purvi asked, while taking a bun out of the cabinet.
“Yea. I was instruc...i mean, was asked to be here as well.”, Nila lied, she hated herself for doing this to Purvi, she was on the verge of tears, trying her hardest not to burst out crying., “You know, just to make sure things don’t get... uh... out of hand...”.
“Right. Right. I’ll go get changed then.”, Purvi said, bouncing back into her room.
Nila buried her face into the palm of her hands, a single tear drifted slowly down her cheek. Fuck them all, she thought to herself.
**End of Part 2.**
Purvi entered the room, laying her bag down on the small table to the side of the wall and sat on the edge of the bed, thinking hard. Purvi had managed to put on a tough face and attitude in front of Nila, but her heart was beating fast.
Shit. She thought. She knew this day would come. Some of the friends she had made in class had already gone through it, and now they hang out with the seniors, getting help they need in regards to their studies or just plain friendship. Purvi was shy in nature, and she hoped that she wouldn’t have to do anything too embarrassing.
Purvi slowly got up, peeking out the window before pulling the curtains shut and letting herself fall onto the bed. She picked up her phone, looking at the time before scrolling through her Facebook. The time was 7.00 PM, giving her 3 hours before whoever ‘they’ were, came to the flat. It had also just occurred to her that her ragging was taking place at night, in the privacy of her flat? It didn’t make sense.
She lay there for half an hour, letting her mind rest from the grueling exam, wondering what she would have to do to be accepted by her seniors. “Fuck it.”, she said to herself, pushing her body off the bed and stood in front of the mirror.
Purvi removed the band off her ponytail, letting her long hair fall down to her shoulders. She grabbed the sides of her churidar, pulling it off over her head and checked herself out. A bra at least one size too small for her was struggling to hold her breasts in place, the edges of her dark areolas were peeking out. Purvi had no choice but to reuse some of her mother's older bras to save money, rarely spoiling herself by buying new ones. Even so, they aren’t the best of quality but she has made do thus far.
She slowly unhooked the bra, letting her big breasts fall down. Two big mounds of juicy tit meat hung off her chest with large dark wrinkly areolas. Her nipples were thick and rubbery, made perfect to be suckled and fed on. The sight of her topless would drive any man mad with lust. She looked at herself for a little while, then pushed her bottoms and panty down to her feet.
Purvi looked at her flat stomach, then down towards her clean-shaven pubic area. Two fat dark pussy lips were stuck together, looking like a present waiting to be unwrapped to expose all the wet pink goodies that laid in between them. She turned sideways, checking out the two firm juicy butt cheeks on her rear. She looked like a goddess.
Nila sat in the hall, thinking hard. She was hoping that Purvi would have decided to go back to her hometown today. Her disappointment was obvious when Purvi had said no. She looked at her phone, 8.15 PM, roughly one and a half hours more until the trio of bastards come here. Nila looked at Purvi’s closed room door, she could barely make out the sound of the shower running. Should she just tell Purvi to leave, grab a bus or a train to some cousin or relative’s home and stay there for a couple of weeks?
Nila knew that Purvi assumed she would be ragged by the regular seniors inside college, because that was she thought was going to happen to her as well. How did it get so wrong, so bad so quick. She did not want to subject Purvi to the same horrors she had to endure, but at this point she did not have a choice.
What would the results be if she had asked Purvi to leave?
1. She would end up being the victim again, leading to another night of terror.
2. The bastards would just move on to the next pick.
These three were smart, they only preyed on girls. Making sure they choose those who have travelled from far away, not from a well-to-do family, and/or of a lower caste. Another important requirement was that the girls of course had to be beautiful, being ugly or fat actually saved you from them. They did their research thoroughly, ensuring none of the victims are from well-connected or influential families.
Many of their victims left the college after their night of ragging, opting to stop their studies or have been thrown out for reporting these three to the dean. Some, the strong ones, stayed on, biting their teeth to finish their courses semester after semester, having to endure being in the same vicinity as with the trio.
No one else knew about these so called “ragging” by this gang except the selected few victims. The dean and some professors knew, of course, but they were too afraid to do anything about it. They were of course powerless. Nila had heard, from another victim of this trio’s ragging activities, that one or two of these so-called professors had even taken part in their torture, knowing that their identity and position were safeguarded by these boys. These professors even want to be in their good graces, knowing this trio of boys are from politically strong families.
Nila sighed. Fucking bastards. All of them. She could feel herself tearing up.
The door unlocked, with Purvi stepping out in her towel into the hall. Nila quickly wiped her eyes and smiled at her.
“Oh, sorry! I thought you had gone back into your room.”. Purvi smiled sheepishly.
“No... No... It's ok., I'm just mindlessly scrolling through Instagram.”, she lied. Nila could not take her eyes off Purvi’s breasts hidden inside the towel; she could make out her nipples poking through the wet fabric very obviously. Purvi’s hair had been tied back into a ponytail again, little droplets of water grazed along her neck and shoulders.
“I’m just grabbing a quick bite before the...”, Purvi put her hands up, in a sarcastic motion, “...ragging. Haha.”, she laughed. Nila smiled back looking at her.
“Are you going to be here?”, Purvi asked, while taking a bun out of the cabinet.
“Yea. I was instruc...i mean, was asked to be here as well.”, Nila lied, she hated herself for doing this to Purvi, she was on the verge of tears, trying her hardest not to burst out crying., “You know, just to make sure things don’t get... uh... out of hand...”.
“Right. Right. I’ll go get changed then.”, Purvi said, bouncing back into her room.
Nila buried her face into the palm of her hands, a single tear drifted slowly down her cheek. Fuck them all, she thought to herself.
**End of Part 2.**
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