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**Part 15.**

Ravi held on tightly to Purvi’s wrists as they both slowly walked down the multiple flights of stairs. Fortunately for her, it was already past midnight and the flat lights had been turned off. Little streams of light from the moon reflected onto Purvi’s white top.  

“Ravi.... “, Purvi tried her luck as they reached the bottom staircase, slowly walking in the darkness towards Halim’s mart. Purvi kept looking around, afraid somebody would see her. Thankfully, most of the students had left home for semester break. “Please... don’t do this...”, she pleaded as she looked down at her skimpy top, her hard nipples very obvious against the thin white cloth, her panties and thighs were basically out on display.  

“You heard Viraj, little cow.”, Ravi sneered as he guided her closer and closer to the mart. Purvi felt relieved as she saw the shutters half closed.  

“They are closed … please... let’s go back... “, Purvi pleaded, pulling her hand away from Ravi.  

He gripped her wrists tighter, “I can see a bit of light...”, he tugged her hand, making her breasts jiggle as she slumped forward, “Go on. You know what to do.” 

Purvi looked at the half open shop. Was dadaji in? What was he going to think seeing her like this? She was always dressed modestly whenever she entered his little mart. The old man always took kindly to her, allowing her to take a little bit extra than what she should, but never overcharging.  

“Someone is there. Good. I’ll wait here.”, Ravi took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, quickly lighting one up as he sat down on a ledge in front of the mart. “I can see everything that goes on inside. So, you can’t lie to me.” 

Purvi kept her head down, nodding slowly.  

“Make sure he takes the money from inside your panties, not you...”, he chuckled, looking at the little bulge between her legs. “If he wants to touch you a little bit more, let him.”, he tried to contain himself him laughing loudly.  

The thought of that sweet old man touching her body made her shiver. She would never be able to look him in the face again. Purvi slowly walked to the entrance, each step felt like she was walking on glass.  

“Dadaji?....”, She called out softly from the front of the mart. “Dadaji?....”, raising her voice a little bit. 

“Yes? I am closed. Please come tomorrow.”, she heard his voice call out from inside.  

“It’s me, Purvi. I just want to get a few things.”, she could see his shadow move from the other end of the mart. The whole place was barely illuminated as he had only kept one light on, but she was familiar with the layout.  

“Ah. Ma, it’s you. Come in. “, his voice changed, a little bit more cheerful. 

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Halim remained in his chair, slowly looking up over the table as he saw a dark shadow come into his mart. He could make out from the shadow a figure of a young female moving about. He knew Purvi, the girl had a big pair of breasts attached to her slim petite body. She always gained his attention whenever she walked in. He was old enough to be her grandfather, but the thoughts of him ravaging her young body always came into his mind.  

“What do you need, ma?”, Halim adjusted his glasses, trying to make her out from the shadow as she went into the bottled drink section.  

“Uh... just some juice, dadaji. “, her soft voice called out.  

“Ok. Do you need help finding for it?” 

“No dadaji, I know where it is...” 

“Ok ma.”, Halim adjusted his lungi again, his cock was semi hard, thinking about the young busty body in his mart. Purvi was always covered up, most of the time, the clothes would cling to her body, making her breasts and ass stand out. He always enjoyed the view. But this was the first time she had come in so late, maybe now he could see a little bit more skin.  

He looked back at his accounts book, using a long wooden ruler to strike out some petty cash he did not want to register into his daily profit margin.  He needed some money to buy drinks with his friends later in the night. 

He could hear Purvi slowly make her way to the counter. Halim looked up at her, giving her a smile. The soft light slowly illuminated her body as she walked towards him carrying a few bottled drinks, holding it to cover her big chest. He first looked at her pretty face, then down at her exposed arms. She was wearing a tight white sleeveless top.  

However, there was something off about her face, she was not the usual cheerful bubbly Purvi he had gotten to know. She looked scared and sad; he knew she was forcing a slight smile as she slowly placed the bottles on the counter top. She looked away, avoiding his eyes.  

“Emm... just … just these ... dadaji... “, she mumbled softly.  

Halim could only see her upper body from where he was seated. As the warm glow of the light slowly shined onto her, his jaw dropped. Her top was so thin and tight, even with his bad eyesight, he could make out every single detail of her breasts. The meat was squished against each other, pushing to burst out. The areolas were big and dark, with thick hard nipples poking through the thin cloth.  

“Ahh ...”, Halim was lost for words as his hands froze on the table. He could not remove his eyes from her chest. Purvi tried her best to cover as much of her face using her hair, embarrassed and ashamed, and the worst was yet to come.  

Ravi peeked into the mart entrance, he could make out Purvi standing with her back facing him at the counter table, “This should be interesting...”, he sneered as he took one last drag off his cigarette and threw it to the ground.  

Halim’s mind was racing, he was an old man, not accustomed to the ways of the young. Perhaps this was what she wore to sleep? He knew she lived with another female house mate, but to wear this top out in public? 

“Let me … calculate for you, ma...”, Halim slowly grabbed his pen to record down the sale, his eyes constantly glancing upwards towards Purvi. She noticed this, trying very hard to cover her chest with her hair, but her big nipples were too obvious.  

“Ok, dadaji.. “, she mumbled back, avoiding his eyes.  

Purvi had started to sweat due to the heat from the hot night, to make matters worse, there was no ventilation in the little mart as Halim had already switched the fans off to close up for the night. Beads of sweat were dripping down from her head onto her top, leaving wet patches across her heavy chest.  

Halim was trying his hardest to prolong the moment, wanting to enjoy the view a little while longer. There was a small wet patch just on her right nipple, making the dark wrinkly areola cling onto the thin material.  

“That’s all, ma?”, Halim looked up at her, his gaze transfixed at her chest.  

“Yes, dadaji. “, her sweat was making the already thin top stick to her body, which was beginning to annoy her. On top of the heat, she was already starting to feel nervous about asking dadaji to take the money from her panties. 

“Are you buying these drinks for yourself, ma?”, Halim wanted to keep her there longer. 

“No... It's for... urmm … friends …", she stuttered.  

“Do you wear clothes like that in front of your friends?”, Halim raised his eyebrows, curious. His glasses reflecting the single light coming from the ceiling as he stared at her young body 

Purvi lowered her face, shame plastered on her face, “No... I don’t … it’s a... er... It's a hot night …", she mumbled to the floor.  

“I see... “, Halim couldn’t understand these kids, maybe he is the one who has lost touch. The younger generation must be more open about their bodies, he guessed, but he was not expecting this from Purvi. I guess you never really know a person, he thought to himself. Just another village girl who had adapted to modern society. If he had known she was a slut, he would have tried his luck with her already.  

He turned the small plastic calculator towards Purvi, “Your total, ma.” 

“Dadaji... “, her voice was soft, barely a whisper. Her face frowned hard. “Dadaji … you need to... um...take the money...”   

“Sorry?”  

“You need to … take the money from me...”, she mumbled softly again.  

Ravi smiled as he watched her every move from outside, his phone was out, recording anything the little bit of light could show him.

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**End of Part 15.**

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I will continue next week guys. Sorry for the slow updates. Busy with work.

[B1ryani]

**Part 16.**

Purvi’s eyes were starting to water. She was starting to feel uncomfortable being in the mart alone with dadaji. Initially, he was struggling to keep his eyes off her chest, but now he was full on staring right at her nipples.  

Dadaji sat on his chair, watching her curiously. His old wrinkled face smiled slightly, enjoying the view in front of him. She took a deep long breath, and  

“Dadaji … “, Purvi slowly moved to the side of the table to stand in front of him, for the first time, the old man could see her panties. She was pulling down on her top, trying to cover as much of her bottoms as she could, making the top stretch out against her breasts. Purvi watched dadaji’s eyes go wide, taken aback by the view in front of him.  

“What’s this, ma...”, he whispered softly, taking in the view of her thighs as she slowly stepped towards him, holding down the top to cover her panties. Purvi peeked at the entrance of the Mart, barely making out Ravi standing in a corner, watching her every move.  

“Dadaji... please... the money... “, she mumbled softly, looking down, avoiding his eyes “... is inside... “ 

“Inside?... “, he watched intensely as Purvi slowly pulled up her top to her stomach, revealing her thin white panty to him.  

He could make out the outline of her juicy pussy lips, with a little thin long hard bulge in between her slit poking out through the cloth.  

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What was that? Halim thought to himself. Was she carrying her money inside her panties? Halim was confused as to what Purvi was doing. Was she teasing him? Was she trying to make him look like a fool? Was she secretly recording? He was not going to accept being a part of whatever game this young slut was playing. He was going to teach her a lesson if she was planning on making him a laughing stock to her friends.  

He grabbed the long wooden ruler off his table, pointing it at her, “What is the meaning of this?”, Halim raised his voice a little bit, trying to intimidate her. “What game are you playing with your friends?”, he asked her, waiting for a reaction.  

“Is somebody recording?”, he peeked out towards the dark entrance seeing nobody there. "Is this some sort of joke? Are you trying to make me look stupid in front of your friends...?”  

Purvi’s face changed, she looked fearfully at the long ruler Halim was swinging at her. “No … no... dadaji.. “, she let go of her top, raising her hands up slightly to defend herself.  

“Then?”, Halim raised his eyebrows at her, his eyes caught her hard nipple poking through the top. “I can play games with you as well.”, he placed the end of the ruler on her chest, the edge poking into her right breast just above her nipple. 

“I’m not playing dadaji … “, Purvi’s looked down at his hand, watching his old wrinkled muscular arm slowly move the edge wooden ruler down towards her nipple, poking the hard nub.  

TAPPP! Halim smacked the wooden ruler against her right nipple. Purvi felt the burn on her breast as the hard wood met her skin.  

“Ahh... Dadaji!!”, her pressed her hand against her right breast, squeezing it to numb the pain. “Please … don’t. “ 

TAPPP! Another hard smack on her left breast. Halim smiled slightly as he watched her heavy breasts jiggle under her sweaty thin top every time he slapped it. Purvi placed both her hands on her breasts, trying to cover them from getting hit by the ruler again. Her eyes were starting to water.  

“Dadaji. It hurts... “, she pleaded, her voice soft, trying to hold back from letting a tear roll down her face.  

“Are you trying to make me look like a fool?”, Halim had toned down over the years, adapting to his new slow-paced lifestyle. But looking at this young busty teen in front of him in barely any clothes was sending sexual urges he had not experienced in years to his brain and his cock. “I’ll teach you a lesson.”  

TAPPP!TAPPP!TAPP!!, Halim started to smack her body with the ruler, focusing on her breasts and hips. He watched as Purvi jumped around, trying to avoid the swinging thin piece of wood. Her breasts dancing as she twisted and turned her body. She was starting to cry.  

“What was it again, bitch?”, Halim sneered at her. “Where is the money you said?”  

“Do..down dadaji...”, he listened as she sniffled, her nose and eyes watery.  

“Down where?!”, he raised the wooden ruler again, watching her body arch backwards, trying to avoid his hand.  

“M..my.. panties..” 

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Ravi could hear everything that was going on inside the little mart. He hid beside the metal shutter when he heard Halim ask about her ‘friend’, knowing he would look around.  

He slowly poked his head out to peek inside the entrance, watching Halim smack Purvi’s body with his ruler. “This is getting good.”, he smiled as he held his phone up, getting a clear shot of both of them at the cashier counter. 

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Purvi was hurting. She could feel every hard smack from dadaji’s long wooden ruler on her body. Some hits had landed on her nipples, right on the tip. The pain was unbearable. He had started to smack her hips and thighs as well, making her jump.  

“Come closer! Pull it up, you little bitch.”, Dadaji waved the ruler in front of her face, slightly tapping her cheek. He was still seated in his chair, his eyes were red. The kind old man she knew of was gone. He was watching her every move like a hawk.  

“Da.. dadaji.. ?”, Purvi’s eyes went wide again. She was just expecting him to reach into her panties and remove the folded cash notes, not strip.  

“I said pull it up!”, TAPPP, he smacked her left thigh hard, leaving a long bruise on her smooth delicate skin.  

Purvi could feel the tears running down her cheeks as she slowly lifted her top up to her navel. She watched as dadaji smiled slightly, his eyes now focused between her legs. He adjusted his glasses, holding the wooden ruler with his left hand, he reached down between her legs with the right.  

She felt a finger gently graze against her panties, his middle and fore finger lightly touching each covered pussy lip. His fingers stopped when he felt the hard rolled paper in between.  

“Well, this is a first for me. “, Dadaji smiled, his finger slowly pressing down on the money. ” Spread wider!”, he raised his voice, making her jump a little.  

 Dadaji replaced the ruler onto his right hand, placing the hard wood between her legs. She could feel the edge of the sharp ruler poking into her thighs. She held it in, embracing the uncomfortable light pain. He placed his left hand on her stomach, feeling the smooth skin.  

“Beautiful. It’s been a while since I had felt skin this smooth.”, he left his hand graze along her body, slowly moving upwards towards her breasts, pushing her top up, exposing her chest. His eyes gleaming as the two big soft mounds of delicious tit meat met him, her big dark areolas gleaming under the warm light.  

He cupped her right tit from below, pushing it upwards slightly, feeling the weight of the meat. “So big...”, he whispered, his eyes not moving from her top. The ruler was still between her legs, the hard edge scratching against her skin, trying to push her panty aside.  

Dadaji squeezed Purvi’s breast hard, holding her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger, “Come closer ...”. Purvi felt the tip of the ruler poking into her pussy lips as dadaji placed his mouth on her left nipple, his teeth biting down on it.  

“Ahhh...”, she gasped from the pain as dadaji bit down hard, pulling her nipple with his teeth. His left hand was still pinching her other nipple, twisting and pulling the hard nub. She could make out red marks on the skin of her chest from where dadaji has smacked her with the wooden ruler a few minutes ago.  

Purvi gritted her teeth as she felt his tongue play with around with her left nipple in his wet mouth, lapping the wrinkly areola, sucking on her sweat. He took his mouth off her breast, looking at her like a hungry dog.  

TAPPP! She felt the ruler hit her pussy hard, the edges hitting the soft tender skin. Dadaji was tapping the tip of the thin wood against her panties in the middle of her legs. “What was I supposed to do again? Take the money from here?”, he remarked sarcastically, taking his left hand off her breast and placed it in between her legs, squeezing her pussy lips tightly together. Purvi could feel the paper digging into her slit.  

“Oww... dadaji.. Please... that hurts...”, Purvi squirmed as she stood there with her legs slightly open, dadaji. TAPPP!TAPPP!!!. He smacked her inner thighs with the ruler while gripping her pussy with his left hand, making her legs open wider.  

“You came here wanting to make me look like a fool, look at you now...”, he whispered at her, a hint of threat in his voice.

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**End of Part 16.**

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**Part 17.**

Halim could not believe his luck. He was looking up at Purvi’s crying face while her body trembled in fear. He could feel her thighs shaking as his hand fiddled with her thin panty. The look of fear on her face was adamant, something he hadn’t enjoyed for many years.  

“Da... Dadaji... please, just take... Take the money and I will go... “, she pleaded.  

Halim was very curious as to what, or who, had sent her down this path. There was no way she was here of her own accord. Things in the city worked differently than in the jungles, there are repercussions for every action. However, this big titted bitch had walked into his domain on her own, exposing herself to him, what did she expect. Halim was going to have his fun. 

He looked at the red lashes on her breasts, thighs and legs. He did not smack her that hard with the ruler, did he? Perhaps he underestimated his own strength, he smiled to himself. Her body was a perfect new toy for him to play with.  

“This money?”, he whispered as he slowly rubbed the folded paper in her pussy, looking her straight in the eyes.  

“Ye... yes... dadaji.. “, she mumbled softly as he slowly slid his fore finger into her panties, the tip touching her smooth puffy pussy. 

“So smooth …”, he sneered up at her. He pinched the left pussy lip, pulling it out from under her panties. “Do all girls nowadays keep their pretty little pussies shaved?”, Halim asked her sarcastically. He didn’t care about her answer, he was too occupied by the delicious tender looking exposed pussy lip in front of him.  

“I... I don’t know da. Dadaji...”, Purvi was looking at him, fearful of what he might do to her privates. Halim placed the flat surface of the ruler between her legs, slowly rubbing it against her pussy. The puffy meat squished under the wood as he started to rub harder. Her body was shaking harder, shivering out of fear. Her eyes wide open, watching his every move, ready to defend herself. She looked like a sweet little doe trapped in his headlights.  

“Take it off and show me.”, Halim smiled as he removed the ruler from between her legs, staring at her.  

“Dadaji... I'm begging you... please … “, Purvi was shaking, sobbing at him. He loved it. “Please... Let me keep my dignity. Just take the money ... and let me go. Please. ” 

“Dignity? What dignity?”, he laughed out loud. “Take it off.”, he sneered at her.  

“No … please..”, she continued to plead.  

TAPPP!TAPPP! He smacked her ass with the wooden ruler, hard.  

“Ahhh!Oww!”, she shouted in surprise. “Dadaji. Please... Stop!”, her hands swaying as she tried to block the hits, her breasts jiggling as she turned around, rubbing the burning skin. 

“Take it off bitch.” 

Purvi grabbed the sides of her panties, crying hard as she slowly pushed it down to her feet. 

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Her skin on her left butt cheek was burning. Purvi was struggling to prevent herself screaming out in pain. Even if she did, would Ravi come and save her? She doubted it. She looked down at dadaji’s old muscular arms, he could overpower her anytime.  

She slowly slid her panties down to her feet, the rolls of money falling down to the floor. Dadaji watched it fall, ignoring it. He was more interested in what she had between her legs. She slowly slid the panties off her feet, standing up straight, her right hand covering her pubic area. 

“Part your legs.”, dadaji raised the ruler at her, threatening to hit her again. She followed without hesitation, slowly moving her legs wider. She was shaking with fear. Dadaji had a mad look on his old face, she could sense both excitement and danger from him.  

She felt the edge of the ruler touch her knuckle, “Move it.”, TAPP!, he smacked her hand. “I said move it!”, he raised his voice at her, making her jump. She slowly moved her hand to the side, exposing her pussy to him.  

“Wahhh. “, his eyes went wide, staring at the two dark puffy pussy lips sticking against each other. He slowly raised the ruler, placing the sharp wooden tip between the fleshy lips, parting it. Purvi started to sob loudly, her tears falling down onto her breasts and floor.  

“Why are you crying?”, he sneered at her. “Wasn’t this what you wanted?”, the look of hunger returning to his eyes.  

“No... No dadaji.. Please... the money .... The money is there ... ,”, she pointed, her eyes glossy as she cried even harder, “Let me go...”  

“Not so soon... “, Dadaji placed the ruler on the table, bringing his face closer to her pubic area. “It’s my turn to have some fun now.”, he smiled as he placed both his hands between her legs, grabbing her pussy lips and pulling them apart, pinching the tender soft flesh. 

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Ravi could not believe his eyes. He had stopped recording for a little while, watching everything play out in front of him intensely. 

His cock was so hard, pushing up against his jeans. He slowly unzipped himself as he stood beside the entrance, releasing it from its enclosure. He had no idea the old man would take it this far, he thought to himself as he grabbed his cock with his left hand, stroking it. This was going even better than expected. Viraj would be happy.  

He placed the phone back to its original position, pressing record with his free hand and watched.  

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Halim was over the edge; he could not believe how soft and tender Purvi’s pussy felt in his fingers. He stared at the juicy pink goodness that laid between the dark lips, he could barely make out her little clit and the warm pink hole. It looked so welcoming.  

“How many boys have fucked you already?”, he teased her, letting go of her right pussy lip, allowing one hand’s fingers to roam free and explore. The tip of his right forefinger found her tight little hole as he slowly pushed the finger inside her.  

He could feel the heavy vibrations off Purvi’s body as she shook in fear of him. “How many boys?”, Halim asked again. His entire right forefinger deep inside her hole up to his knuckle. He slowly started to dig, exploring inside her.  

“One … one da ...dadaji...”, Purvi whimpered in between sobs. Her body jerking upwards every time she felt his finger poke her insides.  

“What? Only one?... don’t lie to me...”, Halim laughed as he prepared his middle finger to push into her hole as well. She was dry, but he didn’t care if he hurt her. His middle finger was already halfway through,  

“Da... Dadaji.. please...”, she whimpered again... “Take it out...” she was looking down between her legs at his fingers as her toes curled.  

Halim could feel as intense pressure build up inside Purvi’s pussy as the little hole tightened around his two fingers. Her body started to shake as clear piss started to flow out from her, down his arms, onto the floor.  

“NoOoo...”, Purvi covered her face in humiliation as the pressure of her piss started to intensify.  

Halim was slightly taken aback by the sudden wetness coming from her pussy only to realize the little bitch was pissing on the floor of his little mart. He smiled widely, pushing his fingers in and out of her hole roughly as her piss sprayed onto his arms and legs, fingering her.  

“Ahh... dadaji... don’t...”, Purvi begged him, crying as she tried hard to stop the pee from exiting her little hole. The sound of her piss hitting the floor was echoing inside the mart as she watched the notes Viraj had given her get wet.  

Halim continued to finger her, digging both his middle and forefinger deep inside, laughing as he enjoyed the water display Purvi was putting on for him, her legs shaking from the intensity of the fingering and peeing simultaneously.  

He could finally feel the pressure from her pussy slowly start to decrease as he slowed down, pulling his fingers out of her drenched little hole. Halim watched as the last few droplets of piss exit Purvi’s pussy onto the floor, right on the money.  

Halim looked up at her sobbing face, tears were flowing freely down her cheeks. Her eyes were closed in utter humiliation as she stood in a puddle of her own doing. He smiled widely, showing off his yellow teeth.  

“Lick the floor clean...” 

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**End of Part 17.**

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**Part 18.**

Purvi looked down at the puddle on the floor, her legs still shaking from the intensity of dadaji’s fingering. There was piss on running down her thighs and feet. She had never felt this ashamed and humiliated in her life. The money that Viraj had given her lay soaked on the cement she was standing on.  

Dadaji was staring at her, smiling widely, “Well...?”, Purvi could make out a tent sticking out of his lungi, “Get on the floor, bitch.”, he picked up the long wooden ruler again, swinging it towards her breasts. Her body was still jerking from every sob that escaped her.  

“Dadaji... please... let me go... “, she pleaded again, looking at him with teary eyes, “You have the money... “ 

“The money you decided to piss on?”, dadaji sneered back at her, “It’s worthless now, isn’t it?”  

Purvi looked down to the wet floor.  

“Clean up your mess.” 

“No.”, Purvi stood her ground, looking at him defiantly. She thought of running out of the mart, but the only thing she was wearing was the thin top that was rolled up to her shoulder, her breasts and pussy exposed to anybody who could walk in at any time. Her panties lay wet soaked in her puddle of piss.  

“What did you say?”, dadaji’s face changed, his smile disappeared. He reached out with his left hand grabbing her wrist, pulling her closer to him. Purvi resisted, but his grip was firm and strong as she struggled to get away,  

“Let... mmee... go!... “, Purvi shouted at him as she fell onto his lap, her breasts hitting him slightly in the face. Dadaji wrapped his left arm around her, holding her in place as she tried to wiggle her way out. She could feel his hard cock poking into her thighs. “Let!ME!GO!” 

PAPPP!!!PAPPP!!!! Dadaji slapped her face twice, so hard she felt light headed from the impact. The pain screamed through her body. 

PAPPP!!! Another tight slap on her right cheek just as she felt she was about to pass out. Dadaji’s left hand had managed to find her nipple, gripping the entire areola with his thumb and forefinger as pulled hard. His right hand was still holding the ruler as he slid it between her legs. 

“AAAhhhhh.Stop it! Stop it!..”, Purvi screamed from the pain coming off her cheeks and nipple as she tried to jump away from his lap. She could feel the hard wood starting to touch her pussy lips, sliding into her slit.  

“You little bitch.”, dadaji held her down as best he could on his thighs, his arm around her waist with the hand pulling on her nipple, his left arm trying hard to push her legs wide apart. Purvi could feel the edges of the ruler poking into her inner thigh as he struggled to hold her in place. 

TAPPP!! Purvi eyes shot wide open as she felt a stinging pain from on her right inner thigh. Dadaji had smacked her with the ruler again, causing her to react by trying to close her legs. 

TAPPP!!! “Pleaseeeee.... stoppp dadaji... “, she screamed as the second smack landed right on her pussy lips. 

TAPPP!! TAPPPP!!! Two more hard smacks hitting her right on the clit, the edge of the ruler scratched against her pubic area. Purvi’s pussy was on fire as she could start seeing spots in front of her eyes. She could feel herself about to pass out.  

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Halim was struggling to hold her down, wrapping his arm around her body as best as he could. He knew he was not young anymore. The energy he had as a young man had gone with his age. He was surprised he had managed to hold on up to this point.  

He kept her nipple in his grip, pulling it as hard as he could, twisting and pinching the hard nub with his fingers. Her shouting that echoed inside the mart brought back a lot of fond memories.  

Halim looked at Purvis’s face, her eyes slightly rolled back as her body was starting to lay limp on him. Her tear-stained cheeks were bright red, as he could make out the imprint of his palm on her face. She looked like she was about to faint from the last two smacks he had given her pussy with the wooden ruler.  

He let the ruler fall down to the floor, letting his left hand slowly glide down between her thighs, looking for her pussy. In his mind, he was already thinking of locking her away to use her body as and when he wishes. He smiled as he thought of all the fun he could have with this young body.  

Halim’s finger found her clit. He heard a soft moan escape her as he gently pushed his thumb against it. The little pink nub was enlarged slightly, bruised and sore from his beating.  

“You are my bitch now...”, he whispered into her ear as his finger slid lower, following her slit all the way down until he could feel the little puckered hole between her squished butt cheeks.  

“Mmmm...”, a soft uncomfortable moan escaped her lips as Purvi was starting to come back to her senses. Her eyes suddenly opened as she felt Halim’s middle finger pushing up against her dry anus.  

“NOOO!!!”, Purvi shouted as the tip of Halim’s finger entered her.  

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Ravi was slowly stroking his cock as he recorded everything that was taking place inside the mart. What a sick old man, he smiled as he thought to himself watching Halim smack Purvi around like a rag doll. He was close to cumming when she was getting fingered while peeing.  

Viraj had given him a single instruction just before he walked out of the flat.  

“Whoever is in the shop can do whatever they want, except stick their cock in her. All her holes belong to me. “, he had made it very clear Purvi was his from the beginning. He was going to break her, then fuck her. Like every other girl before Nila and Purvi, Viraj always went first. Once he is done, his leftovers are for everybody else to enjoy.  

Things seemed to be heating up inside the mart. Perhaps he should already stand by to intervene, Ravi thought to himself 

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Purvi was trying her hardest to push herself away from dadaji He had his left arm around her in a lock, her right nipple was being pulled by him, causing her waves of pain to shoot up from her breast to her brain. Half of dadaji’s finger was already inside her tight little butt hole.  

“Stop it, dadaji! Please.... let me go!”, Purvi shouted as she felt his finger dig deeper into her, the anal walls wrapping itself around his skinny middle finger.  

This was the first time anything had entered her anus, Purvi was used to masturbating using her fingers or any penis shaped object she could find. She had to lie to dadaji as it was obvious her hymen was already torn, technically, she was still a virgin. She had never even seen a cock before.  

Dadaji pushed his finger deeper, she could feel his knuckle grinding against the outer rim of her anus. The pain was intense due to how dry her asshole was.  

“I’m going to fuck this little hole.”, he whispered into her ear as she felt his finger dig around deep inside her. Dadaji was pushing his index finger into her as well, trying to expand the entrance.  

“It’s dry... Stop it... please...”, her whimpering was loud, tears were streaming down her cheeks, the sweat on her back was making her body stick to his old worn-out shirt. “AHhHh!”, Purvi screamed as his second finger entered her. She could feel her asshole tearing, trying to accommodate the extra girth.  

Dadaji violently pushed the finger in, making her body jerk up in pain. “Fuckkkk. Please stop... it hurts dadaji..”, she shouted at him, trying hard to push her body upwards.  

He slowly started to move his hand, fingering her dry anus, “it’s so tight.”, he laughed softly, “I’m going to slowly enjoy you...”. Purvi could feel the warmth of his breath on her face, the smell of cigarettes hitting her nostrils hard.  

“Stop moving. Just enjoy it...”, dadaji whispered again as he started to push his fore finger into her. There was no way Purvi’s asshole to take it in a third finger. She could feel the finger nail poking the tender flesh around the entrance of her anus as he tried to force it in.  

“STOP IT!”, Purvi screamed, pushing herself upwards with all her might, taking him by surprise. Dadaji’s fingers slid out of her asshole as her body moved upwards, pushing his left arm away. Purvi lost her balance, falling face first on the floor, sobbing loudly.  

Dadaji slowly stood up, letting his lungi fall to the floor. His cock was rock hard. He wasn’t so big, roughly 6 inches long and circumcised, the dark pink mushroom head gleaming under the light with his precum. He slowly moved towards her.  

Purvi looked back, her eyes wide in horror as she watched him get closer, his cock leading the way. “Help me...!”, she shouted as she tried to crawl away, her breasts dragging against the wet piss puddle on the floor. Her anus still burning from taking in two bony fingers.  

“You’re mine now, bitch.”, dadaji smiled as he slowly got closer, trying to grab her legs.  

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**End of Part 18.**

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**Part 19.**

Ravi could hear Purvi shouting from inside as he quickly zipped up his jeans and switched off his phone. Things were getting heated inside the mart.  It’s probably time to put an end to this, Viraj and Ganesh were probably wondering where they were anyway.  

He casually strolled in to see the old man standing over Purvi, both his hands holding onto her ankles as he tried to pull her closer to him. His cock was erect and ready for some action.  

“Enough.” 

The old man was stunned, immediately letting go of Purvi’s legs as he took two steps backward, “Who the fuck are you?!”, his eyes wide in fear as he shouted at Ravi.  

Purvi continued to crawl towards Ravi’s legs as he slowly bent down and pulled her up, looking at her from top to bottom. Her breasts and stomach were wet, the stench of urine filling up the little pathway in front of the counter. There were red lashes all over her body from the smacking the old man had given her with the ruler.  

“You have been paid.”, Ravi pointed to the drenched notes on the floor. “Close up and go home, old man.” 

“How dare you, you little shit”, the old man stood up, raising his hand to slap Ravi’s face when he suddenly stopped. His face changed from anger to fear, “I know you... “  

Ravi smiled slightly, not taking his eyes off the old man.  

“She’s with you?”, the old man backed off, looking at Purvi.  

“Yes.”  

The old man quickly picked up his lungi from the floor to cover himself, staring at his feet, “I’m sorry sir, I didn’t know...”  

Ravi gripped Purvi’s wrist tightly, holding her up. He grabbed the plastic bag of bottles from the counter top, looking at the owner of the mart. “Take the money. Forget this has happened, you have had your fun. Clean up this mess and go home, old man.”  

“Si...sir...”, the old man bowed his head, his eyes still looking at Purvi as he watched Ravi walk out of the mart, pulling her behind him.  

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Purvi was shaking hard, her loud sobs followed her as she was dragged across the dark walkway back to the stairs that they had come from. She was naked from the bottom onwards, having managed to pull down the tight thin top she was wearing to cover her breasts.  

“You stink, little cow.”, Ravi laughed at her as he started up the first flight of stairs.  

Purvi kept her head hung low, trying her best to muffle her sobs. She was traumatized by what had taken place inside the mart. She did not expect dadaji to act the way he did, but she had seen the fear in his eyes when he got a good look at Ravi’s face. People here knew about these bastards, and they feared them.  

Ravi pulled the grill open and walked into the flat, dragging Purvi in behind him as he flung the plastic bag onto the couch in front of Viraj.  

“What the fuck took so long?”, Viraj was clearly annoyed, looking up from his phone. His expression changed to surprise as he saw Purvi stumble in. The red marks on her body were obvious under the bright fluorescent light of the flat, the dry tear stains on her cheeks and her obvious lack of panties made him raise his eyebrow at Ravi. 

“And what is that smell, yaar?”, Ganesh stopped what he was doing as he looked up at Purvi, covering his nose.  

Purvi was stunned at what was happening inside the flat, taking a moment for her eyes to adjust to the light as she watched Nila’s head bob up and down from between Ganesh’s legs at the dining table. She was on all fours like a dog, a thick butt plug with brown tail was stuffed into her ass, the furry tail dangling down between her thighs. Purvi could see that the little dog-bone pendant gleaming from Nila’s pussy lip. Her clothes lay in a pile beside her.  

Nila was naked, her right hand holding onto Ganesh’s thick cock, pulling his foreskin down as she worked her mouth around the fat mushroom head.  

“What happened?”, Viraj threw his phone down onto the cushion beside him, staring at the both of them. “What happened to her?”  

Ravi laughed, pulling out his phone and took a seat beside him.  

“Hmmm... fuck... that’s a good dog...”, Ganesh moaned, gently stroking her hair as Nila took her mouth off his cock, gripping the base with her right hand, “Lick the tip... good doggie” 

Purvi’s mouth hung open, forgetting everything that had transpired just moments ago to her as she stared at Ganesh’s cock, it’s girth as thick as her wrists. Her eyes then shifted back to the furry tailed butt plug attached to Nila’s ass. What is happening?!!! Purvi’s mind voice was screaming at her.  

She stood there, drenched in her own piss, her right hand covering her pussy as she looked from the dining to the hall. Ravi had recorded everything. Purvi’s face went pale as she stared at the couch in horror.  

Viraj was laughing hard, holding Ravi’s phone.  

/ *”NOoo...”* / *”Ahh … dadaji … don’t …”* /  

Purvi could hear her voice coming from the phone speakers.  

“Did she piss herself?”, Viraj laughed hard, looking at Purvi’s face.  

“It was great bro. This is gold. See how the old fuck had two fingers in her while she peed.”, Ravi pointed at the phone screen, holding back his laughter. “Fucking sick.” 

“This is the best one in the collection. Any more videos?”, Viraj asked.  

“I recorded everything.”, Ravi replied him, grabbing a small drink bottle out of the plastic bag and taking a sip. "It fucking stinks in here, little cow. Why don’t you go clean yourself. There’s more to do later.”  

“Gunda, are you done getting your cock sucked?”, Viraj looked over at Ganesh and Nila.   

“No yaar.. Ahh. Fuck... don’t use your teeth doggie!“, PAPP!!. Ganesh slapped Nila’s left cheek hard. “Stupid village bitch. Haven’t we already taught you.”. 

Nila fell to her side, holding her cheek as Ganesh sat there, his fat cock pointing upwards. His jeans were rolled down to his ankles. Purvi had a good view of his big dangling ball sack resting on his thigh. His cock was dripping wet covered with Nila’s saliva.  

“Do you want a taste?”, Ganesh sneered at Purvi.  

Nila pushed herself up, still holding her cheek as she placed her tongue on top of his fat cock head, lapping the pee hole.  

Purvi quickly made her way into her bathroom, locking the door behind her. Everything felt like a nightmare. She wished she had just gone home. She understood now why Nila had asked her if she was leaving tonight. She quickly removed her top and threw it to the ground, standing under the warm shower.  

She slid down, crying silently, trying desperately to scrub her skin. She could still feel dadaji’s hands on her body. Her asshole was sore from the fingering. Purvi looked at her thigh, the red marks were slowly fading, but still obvious under the light. Purvi’s right nipple was slightly enlarged and over sensitive from the rough pulling and twisting from dadaji.  

What have they done to Nila? What did they have on her? Purvi’s mind wandered. Was she going to end up the same way, a mindless sex drone.  

“What am I going to do now.”, she sighed, her eyes starting to tear again.

**End of Part 19.**

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**Author’s note** - Chapter 2 : Breaking Nila will start next week.  

This arc will revolve around Nila’s backstory, before Purvi has moved into the little flat. The story will take place after Nila’s ragging has been conducted.  

Just a reminder, this story is a dark fantasy and does not relate to anybody dead or alive. As the story progresses, I will incorporate heavy fondling and groping, abuse, exhibition, humiliation, old/young, group sex, insertion, water sports, piercing, anal and double penetration.   

If you feel that this story eventually gets too dark for you, I would suggest you stop reading from the point you feel uncomfortable. I am writing this strictly from my imagination and not inspired by any real-life cases/experiences.   

 

Main Characters :   

Nila - Before becoming Purvi’s housemate, Nilashini was a young girl from a little village with big dreams. Her charming and bubbly personality made her a favorite among her peers in college.  

Viraj – The main antagonist. A spoilt brat, his father being the local political party leader makes him untouchable in college and the local town. He is the leader of the gang that tortures and abuses other students, in the name of ragging, for their own pleasure.   

Ravi – Viraj's best friend and confidant. Ravi’s father is another high-ranking officer in the local political party. Having grown up with Viraj, the two are the best of friends. Ravi follows every instruction given by Viraj, no questions asked.  

Ganesh (Gunda) - The third member of the gang. Given the nickname “Gunda” for being overweight, Ganesh is the son of a local gangster. Of all three, he is the most abusive, taking pleasure in the pain and torture of his student victims.   

Secondary Characters :  

Dean Thomas – The dean of the college. Thomas Murugesan is a loyal puppet of the three boys, occasionally taking part in their torture for his own pleasure. He has big political dreams and wants to be a part of Viraj’s father’s party.  

Agilan (Constable 1) - A security officer officer in the local department. Corrupt and familiar with who all three boys’ parents are. They willingly submit as long as they are paid the right amount. 

Kalai (Constable 2) - A security officer officer in the local department. Corrupt and familiar with who all three boys’ parents are. They willingly submit as long as they are paid the right amount.  



**Stay tuned for Chapter 2.**

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Chapter 2 : Breaking Nila



**Part 20.** 

Nila slowly opened her eyes; she was exhausted from the activities of the previous night. Slowly, she reached her arm out to check the time on her phone, 11. 22 AM.  

“Oww.”, she grimaced in pain as she slowly tried to move her body. Looking down at her legs, she realized she was lying down on her bed fully naked. Last night, three boys from college had paid her a visit. What started off as the usual simple ragging for new students had quickly turned into a nightmare. 

Nila’s body jerked up slightly as she placed her hand on her right nipple, red patches from love bites were visible on her breasts, teeth marks around her dark areolas. Nila took a moment to gather herself as she slowly pushed her body upwards on her bed.  

Looking down between her legs, her pussy was sore and dry, small dried patches of cum were stuck to her thighs and pussy lips. What hurt the most was her anus. Nila could feel liquid inside her bowels and there seemed to be something hard pushing against her inner butt cheeks.  

She slowly moved her hand down between her legs, feeling a hard circular metal piece wedged into her asshole, “Ahh..what the fuck...”, she gripped the end, slowly pulling it out. Thick globs of whitish yellow cum started to flow out of her anus onto the bedsheets. Someone had came inside her, then used a buttplug to block the cum from exiting her.  

“Bastards.”, Nila shouted and threw the spade shaped metal buttplug onto the floor, the pink diamond tip glittering under the room light as it hit the ground. Cum continued to spurt out from her rear as she started to feel her insides ease.  

Nila slowly got off the bed, pulling off the sheets and throwing them on the floor. This will not be the end, she thought to herself. I am going to make them pay. She was angry, hurt and humiliated. She slowly made her way to the bathroom to wash herself as the memories of last night started to come back to her.  

A classmate had informed her saying that some college mates will be ragging them before making them a part of their group. At first, Nila was fearful as she had no idea what to expect. Upon hearing a few more boys and girls going through the same thing, she felt a bit better. Unknown to her, these three boys, Viraj, Ravi and Ganesh showed up at her doorstep last night claiming they were there to pick her up and take her to a secret location to meet up with the rest of the group.  

They never met anyone else, instead taking her around town making her do various tasks, slowly stripping her of dignity and clothes. She could barely remember shouting and pleading with them as they pulled her naked body out of the car back up to her flat. Inside, they forced themselves on her, using her for hours throughout the night.  

Nila was a virgin up until last night, had never seen or touched a cock in her life. But yesterday, she had three inside her at the same time. She could also remember making the college security guard force the lubricated buttplug into her anus as one of her tasks, flashing her breasts and pussy to various street vendors and made to wear overly revealing clothes around town. How was she to show her face in college again, especially to her friends?   

To make matters worse, she had no idea how these boys, especially Viraj, had known so much about her family history and their current financial troubles. Her father was in the midst of fighting for their little piece of land back in her village, being heavily dependent on the help of a creepy-looking lawyer who would constantly find a way to touch any part of her whenever he came to their little home. They were broke, her parents having made to borrow money to send her to pursue her studies. Her story was similar to the many stories of different families in her village.  

Nila wanted to pursue law, then go back and fight for the rights of her family and all the others who shared a similar fate. Unfortunately for her, Viraj knew every detail of her background, using her family as leverage to persuade her to accomplish her ragging tasks. He had threatened to send his father’s lawyer to make sure her family would lose everything and make them beg in the streets. He had the power and the connections; it was very possible that he could make that happen.  

At this moment, under the warm shower, as Nila cried silently while trying the hardest to scrub every part of her body clean, she was not thinking straight. She planned to go to the nearest security officer station and file a FIR against these three boys, furthermore, she was going to report them to the dean and get them thrown out of college.  

Nila knew these boys came from very privileged families, but how long were they going to be allowed to run wild and hurt others with no repercussions? She could not tell her family about what had taken place, her father was already barely hanging on. The financial burden was slowly draining away his life force, and he would probably end himself at this point. Nila was not willing to take that risk.  

“Oww..”, she blurted out as the soap touched her puffy pussy lips, the sore skin stinging from her touch. She had to be strong. Too many people were depending on her. “I am going to end them.”, she whispered to herself. 

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Kalai sat at his worn-down wooden desk facing the main door, just about to dig into his lunch when he saw a beautiful young girl walk into the little security officer station compound. Her long dark hair swayed in the wind as she slowly made her way towards him, her sharp features, flawless dark brown skin and slim body catching his immediate attention.  

He nudged Agilan, his colleague, “Look at that.”. Agilan whistled softly; his eyes locked on to her perky breasts jutting out of her light green salwar kameez.  

Kalai was in his late-40's, unhappily married with three children. He had been in the force for the last 20 odd years, signing up just after he finished collegeing. He knew he was not a very smart man, not intending to further pursue his studies, instead found solace in a government job that gave him a bit of power. His skin was black from being under the sun most days, placed in charge of the random roadblocks that are placed around the little town. The small bribes he received kept the liquor flowing when he was off duty.  

“Must be one of those college students.”, Agilan had a gleam in his eye as he watched the girl get closer. 

“I wonder what she wants...”, Kalai reached down, adjusting his cock in his tight khaki colored uniform pants. He needed to work on losing some weight.  

“I’m sure it’s not your old cock.”, Agilan laughed slightly, taking a jab at his colleague.  

Agilan, who was a few years younger than Kalai, had a longing for these young college girls. He had a habit of parking the security officer jeep in front of the tea shop opposite the college entrance to watch these young beauties walk by. His rank as constable gained him some respect from the boys as they usually wished him a good day as they walked past him. Mostly out of fear than respect. The girls avoided him completely, as he was known for harassing and disturbing them whenever they got too close.  

Kalai pushed the food away, closing the little tiffin carrier his wife had begrudgingly packed for him. He was pretty sure it was going to taste bad anyway, she was a bad cook. Just one more point to add to the growing list of hatred he had for his wife.   

Both the constables looked up as the young girl walked up to the table.  

“Constable sir, I want to make a report.”  

Agilan definitely recognized her, as he smiled slightly towards her, his eyes roaming around her covered body. She was one of the rare beautiful ones from the college. There was something not right about her face though, she looked mad, or angry, or sad. He could not tell. He wondered why she was here, and how he could stick his cock in her.  

“Sit down ma”, Kalai gestured towards the chair in front of him, opening up the file to take her report.  

The little security officer station was bustling with people. Officers moving in and out, prisoners being led to and from their cells.  The girl looked around, watching everyone, as if trying to find a familiar face. She finally settled down, looking at the two constables in front of her, first the Kalai who was seated, then at Agilan who was standing up. 

“What is this about?”, Agilan asked, his tone serious as he raised his eyebrows at her.  

The girl stared him blankly in the face, “I was sexually assaulted inside my home.”  

Kalai immediately clicked his pen, waiting to hear the details. 

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**End of Part 20.**

[B1ryani]

4 days of no Biryani :)
eagerly waiting to taste the new chicken.. when are you going to peel nila and grill her for us

Will be updating slowly this week bro. Sorry for the delay =)

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**Part 21.**

Nila let out a heavy sigh of relief when she finally left the security officer station an hour later. She had explained in detail what had happened last night to the two security officer officers as they remained expressionless. The dark-skinned constable took notes and prepared to file the report, promising her they would take action against the three boys.  

She wasn’t done yet. She wanted them out of college so no more girls would fall victim to this trio of bastards. She placed her hand up, stopping the closest auto. Nila had made up her mind, she was going directly to the dean to report them. 

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“So, what do you think?”, Kalai asked, staring at the report while twirling his moustache.  

“She filed an FIR against these three. What other choice do we have? We have to bring them in.”, Agilan was looking flustered.  

“This Viraj boy, you know who his father is, don’t you.”,  

“Sonam Varma.”, Agilan replied. “This isn’t the first time somebody had reported the boy.”, frowning his eyebrows. “This could benefit us, Kalai.” 

“I agree. Or we could lose our jobs.”, Kalai let out a heavy sigh. “Another victim of the trio. Don’t these girls know who these boys are? Never have any charges against them stuck.”  

Agilan thought hard, staring at the piece of paper on the table.  

“Well, bring them in for questioning.”. Kalai placed the report on top of a pile on his desk. “Let’s see if we can get paid for our troubles.”  

Both constables looked to be deep in thought for a few minutes until Agilan spoke out.  

“Ahhh. Lucky boys. How I wish I was young again. The things I would have done to that girl.”, he smiled, staring blankly into space. “I’m tired of visiting those old prostitutes, Kalai. I want some young pussy.”   

“I’ve seen the things you’ve done to them. You’re lucky none of them reported you.”, Kalai shot back, looking at him with a grin.  

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Nila sat in the waiting area of Dean Thomas’s office, her legs shaking, the wait was nerve wrecking. Dean Thomas was a very strict man, from what she had heard. No students dared to misbehave in his presence, even the lecturers and professors held him in very high regard.  His secretary, Ms. Bhavna, a distinguished looking lady in her early 50’s, kept stealing glances at her.  Nila had refused to tell her of the nature of her visit.  

There was a beeping sound on the intercom and a loud voice came on. "Send her in.”, the voice said. 

“Nilashini.”, her voice boomed out from her table.  

“Yes ma’am?” 

“Dean Thomas will see you now.”  

“Thank you, ma’am.”, Nila stood up and composed herself, then slowly made her way towards the office door. All the glass panels were closed, not allowing anybody to peer into the room. Nila had no idea what to expect when she placed her hand on the knob, gently pushing the door open. 

“Sir?”, her voice was soft and meek.  

“Come.”, a big sized bald man sat behind a huge mahogany desk. The dean’s chambers was big, with ample space for him to have a seating area in front of his desk for him to host guests. A glass table was placed between the big single cushion chairs while various bottles of expensive whisky and gin decorated the shelf on the left wall. The right wall held portraits of the dean and various other individuals of whom Nila was not familiar with.  

The entire room was neat and tidy, not a single speck of dust could be seen on the floor. Trophies and certificates were placed on a small table behind the dean.  

“Good afternoon, sir.”, Nila slowly walked towards the desk, admiring the room. She was not used to such lush and expensive décor, given her background.  She was trying hard to process and take it all in.  

“Good afternoon. You wanted to see me?”, Dean Thomas’s big face was stern. “Bhavna said you did not have an appointment. “, he raised his eyebrows at her, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.  

“Ye...yes. I'm sorry sir. “, Nila stammered, looking at the man. Dean Thomas was a senior man, overweight and pouchy. He was dressed very well in what seemed to be a custom-made suit. His huge dark blue coat hung off a tall coat rack behind him. “I wanted to see you personally.”  

“That is fine. You caught me at a good time. Have a seat.”, he said softly, pointing at the chair in front of him, not taking his eyes off Nila. “What is your name?” 

“Nilashini, sir.” 

Dean Thomas continued to inquire about Nila’s studies and her family, gathering information. He seemed a little disappointed when she spoke about her background.  

“So, tell me why you are here, Nila.”, he asked, casually leaning back on his chair, placing both hands together on the table, looking at her.  

Nila took a deep breath, looking at the dean. In her mind, she was debating if she should report them to him or not. His face was blank, not at all interested in what she had to say once he knew she came from a family of nobodies. She had already come so far, might as well. 

“Ermm.. I actually want to lodge a... a complaint... “, she looked down at the floor. 

“A complaint? About my college?”, Dean Thomas raised his voice a little, intimidating her.  

“No.. no sir...”, Nila stammered, “Not the college...” 

“Then?”, Dean Thomas leaned forward, his bald head shining under the light.  

Nila looked around nervously, thinking hard if she should continue. “it’s about some students, sir....  “ 

“Which students.” 

“Some boys, sir... “, Nila mumbled on, “They assaulted me.” 

Dean Thomas's eyes were cold, not moving. He continued to stare at her, waiting for her to tell him more.  “Assault? Like beat you? Slap you?”, his voice was loud. “Tell me more. Stop stammering.”  

“Ye.. Yes sir. Sorry sir.”, Nila was slightly uncomfortable. “They, uh, forced themselves on me. Sexually.”  

“Who? Tell me their names.” 

“They are seniors sir, their names are Ganesh, Ravi … and one more who seems to be the leader, Viraj, sir. “  

Dean Thomas’s expression changed slightly, as if surprised. Within a second, he had gathered himself back to his original position. Nila could see his eyes looking her over, judging her, as she shifted in her seat, adjusting herself.   

He took a minute, never taking his eyes off Nila.  

“Tell me exactly what happened.”

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**End of Part 21.**

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**Part 22.**

Thomas Arumugam has been an educator for over 40 years now. Starting off as a teacher in a little college in a village far away, he had slowly moved up in the world. He had planned to retire while teaching in this current college, but was offered the position of dean 3 years ago, securing himself into the top of the food chain.  

His dreams did not end with him wanting to retire as an educator, Thomas wanted to make his name in politics as well. The opportunity arose when the son of the political leader Sonam Varma, Viraj Varma had been registered as a student in his college. Thomas saw this as a golden opportunity to kick start his own political career, taking special care of the privileged young boy.  

It was definitely not a simple walk in the park as Thomas had thought, the brat was spoilt to the core. Together with his two friends, the trio of young men had been terrorizing the young girls in college. Thomas had received multiple complaints and security officer reports over the last 2 years, struggling to sweep them under the rug. He has had to pay multiple bribes to families to not take legal action against the college, several abortions and psychiatric treatments to the victims. 

Although Thomas was not so innocent himself, he was aware of what the boys were doing to the young girls. He would occasionally be invited by the boys to partake in their activities. Most of the time, the girls would have passed out from shock or pain, he would relish the opportunity to stick his fat cock into their fresh pussies and assholes.  

At times, some of the girls would willingly submit, afraid of the consequences of denying the boys. Viraj would include fucking the dean as a task for them to accomplish as part of their ragging process. It was fun, acting surprised when the girls would show up inside his chambers, lost and unsure of how to approach him. Most of these girls came from poor families, making it easy for Thomas to fuck and forget their existence. The troublesome ones would be thrown out. It had become a common practice, which was why Thomas had his office sound proofed early this year.  

Occasionally, there would be trouble. The smarter ones would try to get help from the law, or even from him, unaware that he too, was a part of the equation.  

“They are seniors sir, their names are Ganesh, Ravi … and one more who seems to be their leader, Viraj, sir.”  

Fuck. Not another one, Thomas thought to himself. Didn’t these girls know they were messing with? What was the big deal anyway? Yes, they would have been sexually assaulted once. Then the boys would have moved on to another. Just accept the fact and move on. Why dig a deeper grave? These are dangerous people. Most of these girls' families are barely even making ends meet, let alone struggling to keep them in college. They would be buried alive financially if they wanted to bring this to court.  

“Tell me exactly what happened.”, Thomas muttered, looking at the girl in front of him.  

What was her name again? Nilam Shree? Nilashinie? He knew there was Nila somewhere, that was what he was going to call her. The boys did choose a good one this time around. She was beautiful indeed. Petite and slim. Thomas was taking a liking to her beautiful dark brown skin and sharp features, a Tamilan beauty. Thomas could feel his cock slowly waking up as he watched her talk.  

“Sir, they came to my flat last night....”, the girl spoke, looking down a little to avoid his eyes. “Saying that they were there to pick me up and bring me to the group ra ... er ... gathering ... for new students. “ 

Thomas’s eyes shifted down to her decently sized breasts over her light green salwar top, watching her chest slowly rise and fall as she stopped to take breaths in between her story. The poor girl was nervous. He wanted to fuck her right there and then, it would be fun watching her struggle.  

“One second, Nila. I am going to have to write this down if you don’t mind.”, Thomas pulled out his notebook and grabbed a pen, adjusting himself.  

“Yes, sir. “, she stopped, looking at his face.  

“Continue. Don’t skip out on the details.”, he tried his hardest not to smile as he watched her face twist a little when he said details.  

“Yes, sir.”, the girl seemed to be lost in thought, probably thinking of her next choice of words. Thomas enjoyed watching her discomfort. Would it matter if he was going to take a chance to fuck her as well? There was nothing she could do; he was protected by the Varma family anyway. “They came into my flat … introducing themselves … sir, they knew so much about me … “ 

Thomas watched her very carefully, he could see her struggling to keep in her tears, “Knew so much about?” 

“My family ... my father … our … finances ...”, she looked down, ashamed.  

Thomas wasn’t surprised. He knew about Viraj and his friends modus operandi. “Go on, Nila.”  

“They used it against me.” 

“How so?” 

“At first … erm … they asked me to do harmless things. “, she said softly.  

“Like?” 

“Bring them food … sit on their lap … and then … “, she was thinking hard, having to relive her night of terror, “the fat guy, Ganesh … he … he started to touch me … “ 

Thomas could feel his cock pushing against his pants. “Touch you? …. where?” 

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Nila was struggling to remember the details of last night, she could feel herself starting to sweat in the big air-conditioned room. She looked at Dean Thomas, his calm and collected composure. He was writing down notes as she continued to talk.  

She had come with a simple task, wanting to inform the dean’s office about her night and wanted action to be taken against the three bastards.  

Now she was stuck in this office alone with him. Dean Thomas gave her the creeps, his expressionless face and his roving eyes that kept looking at her body. She was slightly taken by surprise when he had asked for a detailed explanation of what had taken place the previous night. What exactly was she supposed to tell him?    

Nila took a deep breath.  

“He … he urm … started by touching my … my thighs, sir. “  

“Wait.”, Dean Thomas placed his pen down beside the notebook, leaning back on his oversized chair. There was a slight creak as the chair struggled to support his heavy weight. “Come here, Nila. “ 

“Sorry, sir?”,  

“Come here.”, he twirled his chair to the side, pointing to the empty spot in front of him. “I can’t see properly. Come closer and show me so I can record it down.”  

What the fuck. He could just listen, there was no need to show him. Nila weighed her options. She could just leave, telling him she had made a mistake, or get closer to this old creepy oversized man. He was the dean of the college; she had not heard of anything bad about him other than the fact that he was strict. Nila also did not want to be in his bad books, it could mean the end of her dreams of studying law.  

Nila slowly got up, walking around the table and stood in front of Dean Thomas. He did have a fierce face, which scared her slightly. She noticed a light stubble on his otherwise clean face. His big stomach rested on his lap as he placed his hands on his knees, looking up at her.  

“Where did he touch you?”  

“My … thighs, sir.”  

Nila jumped slightly when she suddenly felt his thick hand on her leg. 

“Sir!”, Nila moved back, accidentally hitting the coat rack behind her. Was Dean Thomas trying to take advantage of her as well?

**End of Part 22.**

[B1ryani]

**Part 23.**

“Come here!”, Dean Thomas raised his voice a little, a slight look of annoyance in his face.  

Nila stood a few feet away from the dean, surprised when she felt his touch on her leg, “Sir... “ 

“It’s ok. Come closer Nila.”, his expression changing drastically. He held his arm out, extending his hand kindly to her. “I just want to make sure I have all the details I need to take action against these three boys. You understand, right?”, he said calmly, watching her every move.  

“Ye.. Yes sir... ... “, Nila could feel beads of sweat on the back of her neck. The room was freezing, but the vibe she was getting from Dean Thomas was making her uncomfortable. She slowly moved closer to his chair.  

The dean reached out, grabbing her wrist and pulling her closer to him. Nila was now standing right in front of him. Still holding her wrist with his left hand, Dean Thomas placed his right hand back on her leg, slowly moving his way up alongside her left outer thigh, “Tell me, where did this boy touch you.”  

 Nila was trembling slightly, the fear coming from this man was slowly setting in.“There sir.”, she just wanted him to stop touching her.  

“Just that? I would hardly call that a sexual assault.”, he smiled at her.  

“Erm... No sir... there was more... “, Nila stammered, her right wrist was starting to hurt as Dean Thomas tightened his grip. He was slowly moving his right hand to her back over her clothes, placing it right on her lower back just above her ass.  

“Hmm?”, he slowly raised his eyebrow, looking her right in the eye. “Where else?”. 

NIla felt his hand slowly hovering down to her bottoms, grabbing her left ass cheek.  

“Here?”, he continued, looking at her, as if daring her to reject his advances. Dean Thomas squeezed her butt hard, his fingers digging into the meat.  

“Sir … sir …. please … stop.”, Nila knew it was a bad idea to go closer to him, perhaps she could still manage to escape. But what would the consequences be? Would the dean throw her out instead of the three bastards? And the grip he had on her; she was struggling to move away.  

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Thomas held her close, his right hand placed on her ass. Thomas liked watching them struggle. What could this girl do anyway? He had the upper hand, she needed her education, he could kick her out and tarnish her name. The ball was in his court.  

Her ass was so firm and tight, Thomas squeezed it again, trying to dig his finger in between her butt cheeks.   

“So...? Did he touch you here, Nila?”, Thomas asked the girl again. The fear and discomfort on her face was very obvious, but he didn’t care.  

“Sir! Please stop this sir.”, she begged, using her free hand to try and push herself away from him.  

Thomas was not done; he wanted this beauty now. Why should those boys only have all the fun?  

“Why? What are going to do?”, Thomas sneered at her, letting go of her ass. “You want to continue studying here, don’t you? You will tell me what else they did to you.”, he smiled at her. 

The girl froze, staring at him blankly in shock, as if unable to comprehend what was going on. “Sir, let me go sir... I promise I won’t make any reports on them ... or to you ... or the college... “, she pleaded, trying to pull her body away from him.  

“On me? On my college? We didn’t do anything to you.”, Thomas smiled, pulling her closer again, he reached out and grabbed her breasts over her top. He could feel her bra keeping a decent sized bust protected from his touch. “Whatever happened was outside of college grounds. It isn’t my problem.” 

The girl’s eyes started to water. “Ok ... ok sir... just let me go...please “, she tried to pull away again.  

“Poor village bitch. Coming here, making threats against me.”, Thomas laughed slightly, “Who did you think you are?”  

The girl was struggling, tears flowing down her face. “Sir ... I won’t do or say anything... I swear... “ 

“I know you won’t.”, he pulled her roughly, making her fall face first onto his lap. Thomas grabbed her body, adjusting her so her stomach was on his knees, her ass was swaying as she tried to push herself upwards. His left had held her sobbing head down. “I am going to teach you a lesson, you little bitch. “, he laughed.  

Thomas pulled the bottom of her salwar kameez top up to her back, running his fingers over her smooth brown skin. He loved exploring the smooth flesh on these young girls. Getting his chambers soundproofed was the best investment he has made thus far, he thought to himself as he looked down at her long white pants. What an ass this bitch has, he smiled.  

“S ... s... sir... what ... what are you doing sir? ... “, her voice sounded soft and muffled coming from the floor. The girl was trying her hardest to push herself up right again, small sobs in between her words. Thomas was using all of his strength to hold her down with his left hand.  

“You have a beautiful ass, Nila. “, Thomas said softly, his eyes locked onto the two firm juicy mounds. He used his free hand to push the white pants down to her knees.  

“Stooppp it! .. no!... please … sir!”, the girl was shouting loudly now, bucking her body.  

Thomas slid his hand under her black panties, feeling the smooth warm flesh. “I was going to tear your ass apart ...”, he smiled, pushing his middle down between her buttcheeks until it touched the entrance of her little puckered hole, “but I think it has already been done.” 

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It happened in the late afternoon, Viraj and Ravi were on their way home from lunch when they noticed a white security officer Mahindra behind them.  

“Are they following us?”, Ravi asked, looking at the rear-view mirror.  

Viraj let out a sigh and rolled his eyes. Slowly pulling the dark blue BMW to the left to allow the security officer car to pass. 

He was exhausted, looking forward to a good sleep to recover. They had a lot of fun last night with this new girl, which actually drained much of his energy. Ganesh had brought along his bag of toys, some of which were new and they decided to try it out on Nila. From a horse cock vibrator to nipple and pussy clamps, and a new buttplug which Ganesh had left plugged inside the girl's asshole after cumming deep in her.  

“I’ll come back and pick it up later, yaar.”, Ganesh laughed. “Who knows, she might even end up liking it stuck up her ass.”, giggling as he walked towards his black Land Rover when they left the flat early in the morning.  

The Mahindra cut past them, the security officer officer waving his hand to slow them down to a stop.  

“This motherfucker. Doesn’t he know who I am.”, Viraj mumbled under his breath as he pulled the BMW to a stop.  

“Probably a new guy. Saw the car and wants a bribe.”, Ravi shrugged, annoyed at the situation. 

Viraj rolled down the window, waiting for the officer to arrive. As spoilt as he is, he knew how to play this game. Any wrong move could affect his father’s position, especially when it involves government officials. A position that also benefited Viraj and he was going to protect it at all costs. Most of them already knew who he was, so they would let him go. Best to just remain polite and maybe slip a few hundred rupees into the constable's hand.  

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Kalai stepped out of the car, slowly making his way towards the shiny new BMW. Fucking rich spoilt brats, he thought to himself.  

Agilan remained in the drivers' seat, looking at the two boys seated in the car through the side mirror.  

“Good afternoon, Viraj sir. “, Kalai bit his tongue, having to give these boys the respect they didn’t deserve. They were fucking kids, not sergeant majors. “Ravi, sir.”, Kalai put his hands together, bowing slightly.  

“What do you want?”, The young boy in the driver’s seat asked him, clearly annoyed.  

“There seems to be a problem.”, Kalai leaned into the driver side window, looking at the lush dark interior of the car, whistling slightly, accepting the fact he would probably never drive something like this in his life.  

“What problem?”  

“Someone had made a report against you … sir … and also to Ravi sir. “, Kalai looked at both of them. “Oh. And another. Ganesh sir as well. Another constable is already on the way to pick him up.” 

“A report? Do you know who I am?”, Viraj raised his voice, “Do you know who is my father?” 

 Kalai rolled his eyes slightly, “Yes sir. Everyone knows who you are. “ 

“Just settle it here. How much do you want? Stop wasting our time.”, Ravi said, pulling his wallet open.  

“Unfortunately, sir, an official FIR was reported and signed. “, Kalai tried to look apologetic, “I don’t have a choice, sir. You will have to come to the station with me.”  

“What bullshit. Who reported us?” 

“I will give you the details at the station sir. Please follow us from behind.”, Kalai started to walk back to the Mahindra when he turned around again. “Also, please don’t attempt to run sir, it will be more embarrassing if we would need to come to your respective houses.”, he smiled slightly.  

Ravi gave him the middle finger.

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**End of Part 23.**

[B1ryani]

**Part 24.**

Nila's face was close to Dean Thomas’s shoes, her body arced over his lap. Her hands were on the floor, struggling to push herself up and out of this awkward position. Dean Thomas had pulled her white pants down, her black panties laid visible to his eyes. He had his right hand inside her undergarment, his middle finger stuffed into the trench between her butt cheeks.  

She continued pleading as she felt the finger poke the entrance of her anus, trying to make him stop, “Sir … please don’t sir … I'm begging you. It hurts.”. She wasn’t lying.  

Last night, the three bastards had made her remove her pants and enter the little security guard office at the entrance of her college. The guard working the graveyard shift was an old man, taken by surprise by the sudden appearance of a semi naked girl standing in front of him. She showed him the metal buttplug, to his awe and amazement, not knowing what to make of the weird looking metal piece.  

His face changed when she told him what she wanted him to do, having to bend over the little table, spreading her legs showing him her virgin anus. The guard was excited of course, immediately trying to ram the plug into the dry tight hole. The minute she started to scream in pain, it hit him that he needed to lubricate her asshole. 

Using both his hands to spread her ass cheeks apart, the guard buried his face between them. As uncomfortable as it was having his oily bearded face stuffed between her ass, the guard was a master ass eater, sticking his tongue deep inside her butt hole. Nila tried resisting at first, until she felt the wet slimy appendage entering her anus, cleaning the walls. She had never felt that kind of pleasure before, eventually succumbing to moaning loudly.  

The guard eventually remembered his task, grabbing the metal buttplug off the table. Nila gasped as she felt the tip of the circular spade slowly expanding her little hole. The guard continued to push and push until the entire plug entered her, the shiny pink diamond tip glittering under the little bit of light in the little standalone office.  

The guard held her face down on the table, unzipping his pants. He saw an open opportunity between her legs. The dark pussy lips looked so warm and inviting. Nila screamed for help as she felt the guards cock head rubbing between her slit, wanting to use her wetness as lubricant to enter her. Both Ravi and Ganesh burst in, pulling him off her. Nila heard loud scuffling but she did not wait to see what was happening. She ran back to the waiting BMW to a gleaming Viraj.  

Nila was made to wear the buttplug throughout the entire night. Eventually she had nipple chains clipped onto her nipples with little dangling hearts. She had to give a blowjob to a beggar under a bridge then had two young boys pull her pussy lips apart as she peed in an open field. The torment continued as the three boys took videos and had everything photographed.  

After a night of thorough humiliation, the trio of bastards brought her back to the little flat. They tied a ball gag around her mouth, pulled out the butt plug, then took multiple turns ravaging her holes. Her muffled screams fell to deaf ears as she felt the cocks penetrate her. When she got exhausted from shouting, Ravi had removed the gag from her mouth, replacing it with his cock instead while the other two boys each took a hole behind her. 

When Nila had passed out, Ganesh took the opportunity to have one last fuck before they left the flat, sticking his thick fat cock into her asshole, he gave her all he could, filling up her bowels with his cream. He quickly grabbed the butt plug off the floor and stuffed it inside her, blocking his cum from flowing out.  

“A little departing gift for you.”, PHAPPPP! Ganesh smacked Nila’s right butt cheek as all three boys laughed, amused at the thought of her waking up to find her anus full of Ganesh’s seed.  

Her asshole was sore. Very sore. Nila could feel Dean Thomas’s finger gently tracing the outer rim when it suddenly pushed into her.  

“AHHHH!... sir … no! … “, Nila shouted in surprise as she could feel about an inch of Dean Thomas’s stubby finger enter her.  

“It went in really easy.”, he mocked her, enjoying the feeling of having her warm anus walls wrapped around his finger, “They must have had a lot of fun with your ass.”  

Dean Thomas continued to finger the little hole for a little while then pulled it out. He slowly pushed her panties down to her knees as well, exposing her bare ass to him. He grabbed Nila’s right butt cheek, squeezing it hard. 

“Beautiful.”, Dean Thomas muttered under his breath, not taking his eyes off Nila’s ass, “This is why I love young village whores. Everything is so ripe for my taking.” 

THAPPPP!  

“AHHHhhh ...”, Nila shouted out loud as she was taken by surprise by a sudden burning sensation coming from her behind. 

THAPPP! THAPPPP!! THAPPP!! Nila could feel the meat on her ass jiggling to every slap her behind was receiving from the dean. Every slap felt like a sting of ten bees on her skin. Dean Thomas was not holding back, spanking her ass as hard as he physically could.  

“Sir!.. Please … that hurts sir … stopp“, Nila started sob hard, crying profusely from the multiple strikes the dean was laying on her bottom.  

 THAPPP!!! THAPPPP!!! THAPPPP!!! Left ass cheek, then right ass cheek, then left.  

“Pleaseee … stoppp...”, Nila was struggling to hold herself together from passing out.  

“Whore’s like you should be taught a lesson, Nila.”, Dean Thomas said casually as he laid another slap on her ass.  

THAPPP!!! “Thirteen”, THAPPP!!! “Fourteen.”, THAPPP!!! “Fifteen.” 

Nila could barely hear him count each hard painful spank she was receiving. Her head was spinning when she finally heard ‘twenty’.  

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?”, Dean Thomas asked, smiling at her, resting his hand on her bruised ass, inflicting even more pain. “We are not done yet.”, he chuckled. 

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“Twenty.”, Thomas looked at his handiwork. The girl’s ass was burning red and bruised, a bright contrast against her dark brown skin. He placed his hand over it, gently pinching her burning skin.  

“Ahhhooww... sir... Please let me go sir …", she pleaded, crying hard.  

Thomas removed his hand from her body as she slowly slid down to the floor, falling near his legs. She was in a fetal position, both hands grabbing each butt cheek as she cried hard.  

He slowly stood up, “Fucking cheap whore.”, Thomas unbuckled his belt, letting his pants fall to his feet. He held the belt buckle in his right hand “You allowed some boys to fuck you like the cheap slut that you are, then dare to come into my office, and make threats against my college and me?!”  

PHAPPPP!!! Thomas swung the belt at her, hitting her thigh.  

“AHHHH... sir... Stop sir. Stop.”, the girl cried, holding her hands up to try and block him from hitting her again. Her pants and black panties were wrapped around her knees, making it hard for her to get up and run.  

PHAPPP!!!! Thomas swung the belt at her again, hitting her body.  

“Sir, it hurts sir …", she was crying hard, tears dropped off her face onto the floor.  

“You are a nobody. Relying on the goodwill of others for your education. And now dare show your true colors.” 

PHAPPP!!!! The belt hit her across the stomach.  

Thomas pulled his underwear down, making his hard cock jump out and hit his big underbelly. The crying girl looked up at him from the floor, shocked to see a thick 6-inch black cock staring back at her under the shadow of the dean's stomach. It's fat foreskin covering the entire black mushroom head. Little drops of his precum were dripping onto the floor as Thomas moved his big body around, ready to lay the belt on her again.  

PHAPPP!!!  

“You should just sell yourself on the streets, whore. That would help your family. Do you think you are going to get a job and save them from their misery?” 

Thomas reached down, grabbing her long hair and started to drag her across the room to the middle seating area.  

“Ahh... Ahhh... I’m sorry sir... I'm sorry … please... “, she used both hands to grab his wrist, trying her hardest to reduce the pull of her hair.  

Thomas let the girl go, making her fall down onto the lush Kashmiri carpet. His eyes caught sight of her smooth cleanshaven pussy lips for the first time as her legs parted a little in front of him. Thomas smiled. 

“Take off your clothes, whore. “  

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**End of Part 24.**

[B1ryani]

**Part 25.**

Nila looked up at Dean Thomas towering over her from the floor, his big stature over shadowing her young body.  

“Take it off. Now. “, he snarled at her while slowly stroking his fat black cock. 

Her body was burning, there were red lashes on her skin from where the belt had hit her. Nila’s quickly placed her right hand between her legs, covering her shaved pussy from Dean Thomas’s eyes. “Sir … sir, please … don’t... “, she whimpered as she watched him bend down and grab her pants and panties. With one strong pull, he whipped it off from between her legs and threw it aside.  

Nila got on her knees, crawling towards the front door, hoping to call out to the secretary, Ms. Bhavna, who was seated outside.  

“Where are you going?”, Dean Thomas laughed, amused at her actions. He slowly walked towards her head, pulling her up by her hair. Nila’s slowly stood up, grimacing in pain as the dean held her hair tightly in a ball with his left fist. 

“Ahh... It hurts...”, she cried out, tears streaming down her face. Her long salwar top fell back down, covering her bottom half as he slowly pulled her back to his table.  

“Come here, village whore.”, he pushed her onto the table, holding her head down onto he hard wooden surface as he used his free hand to pull her top up, exposing her ass and back. “Remove it now before I tear it off.” 

Nila was afraid, the huge bulking man had her pinned down. She looked around the table, hoping to find something to help her fight him off, her hands frantically trying to grab hold of random items. She could feel his fat cock poking her sore bum as he tried to yank the salwar top off over her head.  

“You must be used to this by now.”, he smiled, finally succeeding in removing it throwing it to the ground. The Dean grabbed the back of her bra, tearing it open, breaking the hooks that held it together. Nila was now fully naked, sobbing as she lay face down on the expensive mahogany tabletop, her ass sticking out towards Dean Thomas. “You would make a beautiful whore. Men would pay good money for you.”, he chuckled, kicking her legs wider apart.  

Nila could feel the dean’s hands pushing her ass cheeks apart as he looked at her abused and sore puckered asshole.  

“How many cocks did you fit in here last night, whore?”, he laughed as he pushed his body down onto her back, adjusting his cock into her trench, looking for the little hole.  

“Sir … please sir... stop.. I'm dry sir...”, she whimpered, out of breath from having his weight on top of her. Nila could feel the fat mushroom head poking the entrance of her asshole.  

“Found it.”, Dean Thomas chuckled loudly as he pushed his cock into her, the fat black mushroom head trying it’s best to expand the rim of her anus. He reached his arms around her waist, looking for her firm breasts. Each hand grabbed a nipple, the thumb and forefingers pinching and pulling the hard chocolate nubs. 

“Ahh... owww.. You're hurting me... please ... “, Nila pleaded as the dean twisted both her nipples. She could feel his fat cock head starting to enter her rear. Slowly, the inches started to fill up the hole, her dry anal walls gripping onto the shaft of Dean Thomas’s fat cock tightly. “Stop sir!!...”, she gasped as the head pushed its way deeper into her.  

“Hmmmmm ... you’re still tight...”, he said softly into her ear as the entire length of his cock entered her. Nila could feel Dean Thomas’s thick springy pubic hair grazing against her skin. “ 

The dean released her breasts, pushing her head down onto the table, he adjusted himself as he slowly started to move his hips, his fat cock sliding in and out of her dry asshole. Nila was crying, her tears starting to fall onto the table surface. Her anus was burning from the rough friction.  

Thap! Thap! Thap! 

Dean Thomas’s hips continued to slap against her butt cheeks as he slowly began to increase his pace. “Hmmm... Fuck …. you feel so good... “, he moaned as his eyes slowly rolled back in pleasure, “You must have had a lot of fun yesterday, ay?”. 

Thap! Thap! Thap!  

The dean continued to plow into Nila’s ass for a few more minutes, holding her down as he tried to push his cock deeper and deeper into her ass with every thrust.  

Nila kept quiet, sobbing quietly onto the table as she tried to hold in the pain radiating from her rear. Dean Thomas grabbed her by the hair, arching her back upwards. “Ahhh...”, she shouted in surprise when she felt him tugging her hair.  

“Get on the floor, whore.”, he pulled his cock out of her ass and pushed her downwards until she was on her knees, facing him. Dean Thomas looked down at her tear-soaked face and smiled, “Suck.”, he grabbed his cock, aiming it at her mouth.  

Nila felt the tip of his black cock graze against her lips, the head covered by his thick foreskin. “Open your mouth, bitch.”, the dean eyes met hers as he pulled the skin back, poking the head between her lips.  

Nila opened her lips a little bit, staring up at the dean’s big belly in fear of him. She allowed her tongue to touch the tip of his cock, tasting the little drop of precum around the pee hole. 

THAPP! 

“Stop acting!”, Dean Thomas shouted as he laid a hard slap on her face. “Open your fucking mouth and suck my cock, whore!”.  

Nila fell back down on the floor from the force of the slap, holding her cheek. The dean reached down, grabbing her by the hair again to pull her face back up to his cock. Her face twisted in pain as she sobbed hard, her cheeks wet and nose runny.  

“Open your mouth. I won’t ask again.”, he hissed at her.  

Nila barely opened her lips when she felt the thick cock quickly slide into her mouth. Dean Thomas was still holding her hair, pulling it to ensure she kept her mouth open from the pain he was inflicting. The fat mushroom head was hitting the back of her mouth as he pulled her head closer to his body, sticking his cock as deep as he could into her mouth until she started to gag.  

“Hmmmm....”, the dean moaned as he let her hair go. Nila wrapped her lips around the base of his cock, trying her best to suck it while she chocked on the thick meat in her mouth. Dean Thomas slowly started to move his hips, pushing it against her face as he throat fucked her.  

Nila could start to see white spots in her eyes as she was beginning to pass out. She was struggling to breathe with the dean’s cock blocking the passageway down her throat. His grip on her hair hardened, pulling it roughly as he felt her sucking starting to slow down. “Don’t you dare stop.”, he moaned as he pushed his hips into her face, her nose buried into his thick pubic hair.  

Dean Thomas made sure every inch of his cock was inside her mouth when he finally released his load down her throat. Holding Nila’s head steady, the dean came hard, shooting his thick cum into her mouth before pulling his meat out and falling back into the chair. 

Nila was taken by surprise by the sudden flood of cum exploding inside her mouth. She tried not to puke as the dean’s thick cream slowly started to flow down her throat into her stomach. Nila was relieved when he finally pulled his cock out of her mouth, allowing her to spit as much as possible out onto the carpet and take in a deep breath. She was so tired, her body beaten and bruised, her jaw and asshole were sore from this session with the dean. Nila turned her head, looking towards him with disgust.  

Dean Thomas sat on the big single seater chair; his deflated creamy cock shrunk back into his thick black foreskin. He looked down at her beaten face and smiled, enjoying the sight in front of him. His cum was leaking out of her mouth, her beautiful face tear stained and red. He could still make out the red lashes on her body and ass cheeks.  

He wasn’t done with her. He just needed to catch his breath.  

Nila was too exhausted to move, from last night until now, it was too much for her. There was only so much her young body could take. She really wanted to wash the disgusting taste of his cum out of her mouth. Her clothes lay on the floor close to her. Nila mustered as much strength as she could to start to crawl towards her salwar top.  

Dean Thomas noticed her movement and smiled, “Where do you think you are going, village whore?”, he reached to the little table, pouring a little bit of whiskey into a glass and took a sip. “I’m not done with you.”, he smiled.

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**End of Part 25.**

[B1ryani]

**Part 26.**

Thomas stood up, looking down at the young girl as she struggled to crawl towards her clothes on the floor. He could feel his cock twitch again as his eyes caught sight of her spanked red bruised butt cheeks. He had always enjoyed having his way with these kinds of girls. Their young and fresh bodies ripe for his taking, no family influence or money to take any legal action. They depend heavily on scholarships and the kind hearts of individuals, such as himself, to further their studies in order to better their way of life. After all, for all his good deeds, was he not entitled to enjoy their bodies?  

This one in particular, coming in here and threatening the good name of the college he had worked hard to build. Even worse, threatening the young son of whom he now claims to be a personal and dear friend, Sonam Varma.  

What could she do? A nobody from a little village nobody has even heard about. But he had to admit, they certainly make them beautiful in the outskirts, better than these spoilt heavy make-up wearing brats he has to deal with on a daily basis whose only problem in life is the walking distance to the closest overpriced coffee.  

Her long hair, flawless dark brown skin, perky firm c cup breasts, flat stomach and clean shaved pussy was making him hard again. Thomas took another sip of his single malt, enjoying the oaky taste as the liquid entered his throat.  

“Sir... please let me go... “, she whimpered as she slowly tried to move her body upwards to a standing position, “I won’t say anything more, I swear.” 

Thomas smiled as he watched her hand move towards her ass, flinching as a finger touched the rim of her anus, checking to see if it was bleeding. It was one of the best fucks he has had in a very long time. Her hole was dry and tight, gripping his cock securely as he rammed it deep into her. Thomas wanted to have another go.  

The girl slowly stood up, looking at him in fear, her face wet with tears, hair shriveled and messy. Her eyes slowly moved downwards; mouth gaped open when she saw he was hard again. The fat black cock aimed towards her, the head was still wet and slimy from her saliva and his cum. 

“But haven’t you already gone to the security officer?”, Thomas smirked at her,  

The girl’s face changed, suddenly realizing that she had told him where she came from.  

 “Stupid bitch.”, he laughed, “What did you think was going to happen? Do you think they will help you?” 

“No... No sir... I ... “, she whimpered, her eyes wide and teary. She stood naked in front of him, her right hand covering her pubic area and the other trying to cover her breasts. He could still see her dark areolas peeking out over her arm.  

“Do you know who these people are?”, Thomas was enjoying himself, watching her break slowly, “Do you think your report will stick? Honestly, do you think these boys will be sentenced for what they had done to you? Even more so, do you think you are the first girl to come here and report them to me?” 

“I … I...”, she was stammering, lost for words, all hope leaving her eyes.  

“Are you really that fucking stupid? The security officerman you reported to are probably already paid off. The one who would probably get arrested … is you.”, he smiled as he placed the whisky glass down and walked towards her, placing his hand on her shoulders. Thomas could feel her body shivering, from anger or defeat, he could not tell nor did he care.  

He pushed her hands down to her sides, taking in the full view of the young naked body in front of him. The girl looked down, avoiding his eyes. Thomas slowly slipped his right hand between her legs, resting his palm on her warm puffy pussy lips. He could feel her legs shaking slightly, she was obviously uncomfortable with his touch but remained quiet.  

“Do you know what they would do to you in jail?”, Thomas whispered to her, smiling widely. “What they would do ... to this beautiful body of yours?”, his slowly slid his middle and forefinger between each thigh and pussy lip, gently squeezing her pussy together.  

“Every man at the station will probably have a go at you.”, he pinched her pussy lips together harder, making her body jerk up a little. “From the sergeant … to the cleaners … “, he let her pussy lips go, pushing his middle finger between her slit, the tip looking for the hole. “Probably even the other inmates. Everybody would get a free ride on the village bicycle.”, Thomas laughed, he found her clit, slowly rubbing the hard tip with his finger.  

“Sir … I will leave sir... I won’t come back... “, she cried, looking at him. “Please sir … let me go...”  

Thomas’s cock was at its peak again, aching for another round. His fingers found her soft labia flesh, he grabbed it and pulled her towards his table. She stumbled as her body suddenly jerked forward.  

“Owww, sir! Stop sir! Please... “, the girl shouted in surprise at the sudden pain he was inflicting on her.  

“Come here.”, he pushed her back first onto the table, her legs dangling off the edges. “I told you I was not done with you.”. Thomas pushed her down on her back as he forced himself between her legs. The girls struggle, trying to push him away from her. The struggles always made it exciting, he hadn’t had this much fun in a while now.  

He leaned his body on top of hers, his hands grabbing each breast and squeezed them together, making her nipples stick out towards his face. The girl continued to try and push him off but to no avail, his size made it difficult for her to even make him budge from where he stood.  

Thomas brought his face close to her dark nipples, taking in every little bump and wrinkle of her areolas. He loved it; her breasts were the perfect size to be played with. He did not like those flat chested girls who had come before her. There was nothing there for him to enjoy and play with.  

“Sirrr... let me go!.”, she struggled and wiggled under his body weight as he slowly gave her left nipple a lick.  

“Stop struggling, whore.”, Thomas latched his mouth onto her nipple, biting the entire areola as she screamed out in surprise. He chewed on the breast meat for a little while before focusing on the nipple itself. It was barely hard, soft as his tongue slowly grazed over it.  

Thomas bit her nipple, pulling it slightly with his teeth, ignoring her shouts of pain. He slowly moved on to her right nipple, repeating the process, biting into the rubbery nub and nibbling on it. His cock was poking into her thigh, waiting for its turn to go again. He held her down on the table, gripping each wrist tightly.  

“Ahh … ahh … stop … !!”, she shouted as she felt the hard black cock head poking into her slit. Thomas adjusted his body, aiming his cock directly into her and pushed his body forward.  

The girl’s eyes went wide, gritting her teeth as Thomas’s fat cock pierced into her pussy. He let out a soft moan, enjoying the warm creamy flesh inside her. She was still a little tight here as well, he smiled as he thought to himself. It probably would have felt better last night, but beggars can’t be choosers. This was more than enough for him.  

Thap! ... Thap! … Thap! 

Thomas slowly started to slam his hips into her, his dangling ball sack slapping against her thigh with every thrust. She felt so good. All these girls feel so good. Most of them come to college as virgins, although he is used to getting the boy’s leftovers, most of the time, their little pussies are still tight enough when it reaches his turn. First, the shouting and fighting back, eventually they will end up liking it. Some even begging for more.  

Thap!Thap!Thap! 

Thomas increased his pace as he let go of her wrists. She had stopped struggling as he continued to pound her, her face grimacing in pain. Tears had started to form again, slowly rolling down her cheeks. He grabbed her breasts, gripping them hard and squeezed, using the soft tender flesh to hold on while he rode her hard.  

PHAP! He let go of her right breast and slapped her face hard.” Fucking village whore. Hmmmm”, he moaned.  

Thap!Thap!Thap! The sound of his sex echoed inside the chamber.  

PHAP! Thomas slapped her again. Still holding onto her left breast, he grabbed the nipple and twisted it. The girl was sobbing hard. Crying profusely as she tried to use her hands to block him from slapping her again.  

“Sir... sir ...sir... stop... please... sir...”, her hands swinging wildly in the air.  

PHAP! He laid another one on her face, hitting her as hard as he could, “Stupid bitch”, he said, between heavy breaths as his hips moved as fast it possibly could, “I hope you enjoy what is about to come to you.”, he laughed as he buried his fat cock deep inside her again.  

Deep down Thomas knew this girl had made a big mistake by going to the security officer. There was no point in her even leaving town, he was sure those boys knew every single detail about her life. In other words, she was fucked.  

He was grateful that the opportunity to fuck this whore had presented itself to him before the boys got their hands on her. Thomas smiled as he raised his right hand again, ready to give her beautiful face another tight slap.  

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**End of Part 26.**

[B1ryani]

Sexy story ...super hot writting
But plz Increase the frequency of updates
 also keep them long

Thank you bro. I'm glad you are enjoying the story. 

However,I do not receive any monetary gain not fame from writing, which is why I need to prioritize my work and other commitments first. 

Hope you ustd. Cheers.

[B1ryani]

**Part 27.**

PHAP! The hard slap landed on her left cheek, rattling her teeth. Nila could not stop crying. She was throwing her arms up in the air, trying her hardest to block the dean from slapping her face again. Her cheek was burning, every slap sounded like thunder as the pain surged from her face.  

Dean Thomas had his fat cock buried deep inside her pussy, pumping hard as he pierced her womb with all his might. He was squeezing her left breast, then the right, his fingers pulling and twisting her sore nipples.  

Thap!Thap!Thap!Thap! The dean was increasing his pace, his pubic area slamming into her as he pounded her tight pink hole.  

“Did you have fun last night, whore...? “, Dean Thomas said softly in between hard breaths, his hips still moving to the rhythm of his breathing, “Hmmm... your pussy feels so good. Any man would pay money for a tight little pussy like yours.”, he moaned.  

Nila kept quiet, sobbing loudly as her body jiggled to every hard thrust from the dean. She lay on the table, her hands swung loosely at her sides. Nila was tired, she did not have any more energy to resist him. Everything hurt, her face, her wrists, her breasts and nipples, her asshole, and now her pussy. Her body barely had time to recover from last night before another man had decided to take the opportunity to use her. Nila cursed her luck.  

“Ahhfuckk... I'm going to cum.”, Dean Thomas groaned loudly as he collapsed onto her, pinning her arms down. Nila could feel his cock tensing inside her as he came for the second time deep inside her. The dean was spent, slowly pushing his body off hers as he made his way around the table and collapsed on his chair, panting heavily.  

Nila remained on the table, her legs spread open as the thick creamy cum slowly began to exit her, dripping down onto the table and floor. She mustered her strength, pushing her body upwards and looked down at her body as she wiped the tears off her cheeks. The flesh around her breasts were red, her nipples sore and slightly enlarged from the pulling and twisting. She could see teeth marks around her areolas. Red slashes from the belt could be seen on her stomach and thighs. Nila’s cheeks were burning from the slaps he gave her. 

“Clean it up.”, Dean Thomas said softly as he watched her move. 

“Sir? …", Nila groaned from the pain, turning her head, looking at the big bald man on his chair.  

“Lick my cum off the table and floor, whore.”, his face was cold, but a small smile was starting to creep on his lips. 

“Please sir ... just let me go … I won’t tell anybody what happened here... “,  

“I know you won’t. Nobody will listen to you even if you do,” he chuckled as he watched her slide off the table onto the floor. Thick chunks of his cum could be seen at the edge of the table. “Lick it clean. Then you may go.”  

Nila did not wait for another word, she bent her head, sticking her tongue out and licked the dean’s cum off the expensive mahogany table top. Lapping the table like a dog.  

“On the floor, you better make sure I don’t find a single drop.”, Dean Thomas smiled, enjoying the torment he was inflicting on this young girl.  

She got on her knees, bending her body downwards, Nila began to lick the marble floor, cleaning whatever droplets of cum she could find.  

“Are you done, bitch?”, he asked from across the table. Dean Thomas was naked from the waist down as he sat on his chair; his fat cock had shrunk back into his thick black foreskin. “I can’t wait to see what the boys do to you next. I hope they invite me.”, he smiled.  

Nila’s heart sank. She had forgotten about the security officer report she had made this morning. Perhaps she had acted on impulse, she did not think of the consequences. Her mind ran back to her family in her village. Still on the floor, she crawled towards her clothes, trying her best to put them on as fast as she could. Her bra was ripped, the hooks broken on both sides when the dean had pulled it off her body.  

“Close the door on your way out. “, Dean Thomas called out to her. “You can come and see me anytime if you have … “, he smiled, “... any more problems...” 

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Nila grabbed the nearest auto back to her flat, stopping by the little mart on the ground floor. Dadaji, like most of the students who lived in the same complex called him, was a sweet old man who ran the store. He would always talk to her whenever she dropped by, occasionally dropping some extra goodies into her shopping bag to take home.   

She was starving at this point, having eaten nothing from the time she woke up. Nila walked in, mustering her strength to wave and smile at the old man as she grabbed a drink and some bread off the shelves, “Dadaji, how are you?”   

“I’m fine, ma. How are your classes?”, the old man smiled sweetly at her.   

As they continued their small talk, Nila was edging to leave, she did not feel like being around anyone at this point. She just wanted to go back home and sleep for the rest of the day. Her body was still hurting, both her holes had been abused again. The old man noticed that Nila did not have her bra on, and was stealing glances whenever he could at her nipples over the light green salwar top. 

“Leaving already?”, dadaji asked her, slightly disappointed when she grabbed the little plastic bag off the counter.   

“Yes dadaji, I'm not feeling too good today.”, she lied.  

“Take care of yourself, ma. “, the old man smiled slightly, dropping a little Cadbury bar into her bag for her.   

Nila smiled back, appreciating his kind gesture. 

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Constable Kalai and Agilan watched as the three boys walked out of the station with their very expensive lawyer. The FIR charge against them was dropped, no surprise there.  

Kalai looked at the small bag that was left on his table, a sizeable amount to be shared between the two security officer constables to make the matter disappear. Money he could add to his little nest egg for when he planned to kick his wife and useless kids out of the house.  

“That was expected.”, Agilan smiled as he lit up a cigarette and took a puff.  

“You know what we have to do now.”, Kalai sighed.  

“Since when did we work for them?”, Agilan rolled his eyes. “Isn’t this the normal procedure, every time one of these brats get in trouble with the law, we get a little … monetary gift to forget. “ 

“That Varma boy. He is dangerous.”, Kalai said matter of factly. “The balls he has. Asking us to bring the girl to him.” 

Agilan took another deep drag off his cigarette. “The lawyer did throw in a little extra for this off duty work.”, he smiled slightly, “That girl was really beautiful too. I would love to have some alone time with her.”  

Deep down, Kalai’s cock was aching too. It had been so long since he had a good fuck. He stayed away from the prostitutes, unlike Agilan, he was afraid of catching something off them.  

“Let’s see what happens.”, Kalai sneered, “Maybe we could have a go once they’re done.”  

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Two days had passed since the incident at Dean Thomas’s office. Nila had not left the little flat, occasionally running down and buying the basic necessities she needed to cook at home. She could barely eat, having lost her appetite.  

Nila did not know what to do, she felt used, she felt cheap. Dean Thomas’s words kept playing in her mind. What are the chances she could achieve what she had set out to do? Maybe selling herself might ease her family's financial burden. She wanted to slap herself for thinking that. The thoughts that fat bald bastard had put in her head.  

The flat was a mess, clothes lay on the floor, the dishes piled up. Nila felt like she was sinking lower and lower, her thoughts ran deep, replaying every moment she had spent with the boys and the dean. Depression was starting to creep in. She had informed her college she was taking a week off as there was a family emergency and she was needed at home.  

Dubb!Dubb!Dubb! 

There was someone at the door.

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**End of Part 27.**

[B1ryani]

We totlally understand ro the pain you take to imagine and write this.
kudos
there aare severeal fans who come up daily to check if there are any updates...
we definitely give our feedback.

keep rocking

Thank you for the support bro. And the feedback.i ustd must be frustrating to wait. On average I try to post at least 4 parts a week. But sometimes it's difficult to find the time to write.and the mood.

[B1ryani]

a good 2 days rest for nila's choot and gaand...
now who is gonna use her again?? eagerly waiting to know next

Next is going to be Nila's final downfall and submission. This is going to be fun to write =)

[B1ryani]

**Part 28.**

Nila jumped when she heard the sudden knock on the door. She wasn’t expecting guests, who could it be? She looked around, the little flat was a mess. Multiple plates lay in the sink, clothes were on piles on the floor. Nila was still recovering from the trauma of what had happened in the dean’s office.  

She checked her phone, 6.30 PM, all of her friends thought she had gone back to her hometown. Nila quickly stood up, could it be the three bastards coming to get her? She could feel her heart beating faster as she slowly crept towards the door.  

“Ms. Nilashini?”, a loud voice called from outside. It sounded more mature, more adult. 

Nila opened the door just a little and peered out from the slight gap, surprised to see two uniformed men outside her door. It was the dark-skinned constable from the station that day, as well as the one that was standing and listening to her while she filed the report.  

“Yes, sir?”, her voice barely a whisper 

Nila opened the door a little wider, surprised at the appearance of the security officer constables at her home. Perhaps they had come to follow up on her case. Perhaps she should retract it and switch to a different college to complete her studies. She did not see herself completing it here anymore. Not after meeting the dean. 

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Kalai and Agilan stood outside the door of the little student flat, it was not within their job scope to make house calls, but they had already accepted the money and the additional task for a little bit more than their usual bribe.  

Constable Kalai knew they were being used, the girl was definitely hiding from these boys, hoping that the security officer would help her. Yesterday, Ganesh, the fat boy had met up with Agilan to inform them of the address in which they were required to send the girl to, a small unused warehouse in the outskirts, owned by the boy’s father under one of his many shell companies.  

Kalai wasn’t a stupid man, he knew of Ganesh’s family. His father, Sugumaran, was a well-known gangster. Starting off with pick pocket as a young boy, he had slowly progressed to drugs, weapons and prostitution. All the while, making friends with the right people. Politicians and security officer alike had their pockets filled with the thick handouts of his so-called cartel.  

Multiple security officer cases have been thrown away due to the pressure they received from their higher ups in regards to this man. His notoriety when it comes to abusing and torturing women are well known, with some even disappearing off the face of the planet after the reports have been made. And it looks like his son is slowly taking over in the father’s footsteps.  

Constable Kalai looked through the little gap in the door, the young girl seemed to be a little relieved when she saw them both. Poor thing, he thought to himself, she doesn’t know what’s in store for her. 

Constable Agilan on the other hand had his gaze transfixed on her. She was his type, young, slim, beautiful. His mind kept replaying the day she had come to the station to file the report. He had listened to every word with great interest, only to go to the toilet after and wank one off. He was aching for a chance to have a go at that young body.  

“Nilashini, Constable Kalai and Agilan.”, Kalai pointed at his partner. “You remember a few days ago you had come to make a report on the three boys who had sexually assaulted you?” 

She opened the door a little wider, “Yes, sir... I want t...” 

Kalai cut her off mid-sentence, “We have picked them up. We want you to follow us to the station to... uh … confirm a few facts in your report.” 

He peeked into the little flat, slightly taken aback by the mess. It did seem like the girl was barely holding on. Kalai eyes roamed back towards the girl. She was wearing skimpy house shorts, her smooth creamy thighs exposed. Being at home, she was braless, two pointy nipples poking out from her tight thin t-shirt.  

“Sir, I want to retract the FIR... “, she was shivering slightly, “i just want to be left alone.” 

Agilan spoke out for the first time, “You can do that at the station. For now, you will need to come with us.”. His eyes caught sight of her chest, then he turned away.  

“Ok... Let me change then... “, She was about to close the door when Agilan put his foot in, blocking the door from closing fully.  

He sneered at her, “Like this is fine.” 

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The sun was already setting, Nila looked down at her body, thinking she was going to be alone; she was only wearing her sleeping clothes. The second constable, Agilan, who looked a little younger than the dark skinned one was smiling creepily at her. Nila felt intimidated by him, even more so when he insisted she follow them as she is.  

“We are in a rush, “, the constable casually placed his hand on the holster of his baton, as if he is testing her.  

Nila silently nodded her head and stepped out. A quick trip to the security officer station and back. She just wanted this nightmare to be over.  

Constable Kalai moved out of the way to allow her to pass, locking the door behind her. Constable Agilan led the way, quietly walking down the stairs with Nila in tow. The white security officer Mahindra was parked at the corner. Nila prayed nobody she knew would see her outside at this time.  

Constable Agilan got into the driver's seat and started the engine, while Nila slid into the back, Constable Kalai got in after her, sitting close.  

Everyone sat in silence for 10 minutes, Nila was looking out the window when she started to realize they were slowly driving towards the outskirts. The security officer station was in the opposite direction. Fear was starting to build from the pit of her stomach.  

“Sir … sir … where are we going?”, Nila asked softly. Both the constables remained silent; Constable Agilan was focused on the road. Ignoring her question. She turned to Constable Kalai, looking at his expressionless face. “Sir?”  

“What is it?” 

“The station sir … it’s the other way... “, Nila turned her head, looking out the back window as the scenery started to change, the rows of shop lots slowly started to become open fields. Small farmhouses and rows of paddy fields were becoming more and more apparent as the sun slowly set.  

Constable Kalai placed his hand on Nila’s exposed thigh. His cold palm sending shivers up her spine. His middle finger was dangerously close to the gap of her shorts. Nila suddenly remembered; she wasn’t even wearing panties. 

“Don’t worry. We know where we are going.”, he smiled at her.  

NIla was starting to sweat. This did not seem right. Both the security officer officers have been acting strange since they had arrived at her little flat. Nila moved her legs closer to each other, Constable Kalai still had his hand on her lap.  

“But ... sir? …", Nila voice was starting to crack a little bit. Where were they taking her? What is happening?  

“Shush. Don’t worry. “, he gently pinched her flesh, edging his fingers closer to the gap as he slowly started to force his hand between her thighs.  

Constable Agilan looked at the backseat from the rearview mirror and smiled slightly. He continued to drive, not slowing down for anything or anyone.  

“Please sir ... don’t touch me... “, Nila whimpered. She placed her right hand on top of his, trying to push the hand away.  

“Don’t touch?”, Constable Kalai laughed out loud. “Do you know who you are speaking to, randi?”.  

Nila’s fear was starting to come through. Just because they had donned the uniform, there was no guarantee for her safety. They knew of her background, and of what happened to her. They are probably trying to take a chance at her as well.  

Constable Kalai was pushing his hand deeper between her thighs. Nila could feel his finger touch the flesh between her pussy and her leg.  

“Sir, please stop... “, Nila moved her body to the edge beside the car door. What could she do? Open the door and jump? Would she land safely? The car was moving pretty fast. She quickly glanced out the window and noticed a ditch. Maybe here? Her mind was racing as she moved her hand towards the handle and pulled.  

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**End of Part 28.**