[B1ryani]

**Author’s Note** - Purvi is a young busty Tamil girl hailing from a small village who has been accepted into a local college. Ragging is a norm, as she slowly finds out from her student hostel mate, Nila, another local village girl. The plot thickens when Nila informs her that she has been selected next for ragging by a bunch of well politically connected boys.  

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 Introductory Characters :  
 
Purvi – The main protagonist of this story. A young Tamilan dusky beauty, blessed with a big bust and a slim body. She finds herself trapped and abused by the three main antagonists of the story 
 
Nila (Doggie) - Purvi’s housemate. A senior to Purvi, Nila is sent by the antagonists to inform Purvi that it is her turn to be ragged by them. Nila’s past experience will slowly unfold as the story progresses as well.  
 
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 follow’s 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 on the pain and torture of his student victims.  

Secondary Characters : 

Prof. Ananda Bakshi - A college professor with a liking for young girls. He was a father figure to Purvi, being her mentor and teacher. Prof.Bakshi took part in Purvi's first task.

Halim (Dadaji) - An ex military man. Halim had set his dark past behind him, starting a new life running a mart in Purvi's flat. Halim would be a part of Purvi's second task.



**More characters will be introduced as the story progresses. Stay tuned for Chapter 1.**

[B1ryani]

Please justify the title "Breaking Purvi" and avoid following the cliched plot where the victim gradually starts enjoying her ordeal. Hope you will take care of it!

If you have read my stories, you will know the victims don't enjoy it.

 Check out > Dadi's Little Slut and you will know my style. I want this to be darker.

[B1ryani]

Chapter 1 : Semester Break



**Part 1.**

The last day of exams marked the end of Purvi’s first semester in college. Coming from a lower middle-class family, Purvi was the third child of a daily wage earner and a housewife. Her father worked hard, making sure Purvi got the proper education she needed to pursue a higher education. She knew it was the only way to gain financial security to help the betterment of her family so she studied hard, toiling day and night to achieve the scores she needed to be the first in her family to be accepted into a local college. Purvi had even managed to secure a scholarship from a local NGO to assist with her expenses.  

Her cheery and outgoing personality made it easy for her to quickly make new friends even though most of the students came from middle to upper class families. Most of them were much better off than her but managed to make do. She limited her spending only to the necessities, cutting the cost of dining out by cooking at home. Purvi had even taken up reading, she filled up her Saturday nights by borrowing books from the college library instead of visiting the bars and clubs with her mates.    
 
She was a beautiful girl, your typical dusky Tamil beauty with big brown eyes and sharp features. Her body was slim but what stood out were her huge breasts on her small 5”2 frame. From the time she was 12, her breasts had started to grow, gaining the unwanted attention of boys and men alike from her village. In college, she was the subject of jealousy from the other girls, giving her nicknames like” milk truck” behind her back. The boys always flocked towards her, trying to get a peek or a grope of her heavy chest.  

Before she started college, Purvi had managed to find a room in a small low cost flat within walking distance of college. The small two-bedroom unit was shared with another student, Nila, who was a senior by two semesters. Nila too, came from a small village from a lower middle-class family. She was slightly above average in terms of looks, had flawless dark brown skin and straight long hair.  
 
Nila was a very quiet individual, mostly spending her time in her room. Studying perhaps, Purvi knew Nila was a bright student, excelling in her studies. She would only come out to cook, wash her clothes and occasionally clean up, keeping the flat spotless. Purvi helped too, of course, taking the opportunity to try and bond with Nila.  
 
Nila was never rude or smug towards Purvi, keeping conversations casual, about classes, lecturers or things related to their home. On occasion, Purvi noticed that Nila would disappear at night, only coming home in the wee hours of the morning, but she never probed further out of respect for Nila’s privacy.   

It was late in the evening on Thursday when Purvi came home after finishing her final paper. She removed her shoes at the door and walked into the living room, noticing Nila sitting on the couch, scrolling through her phone.  
 
“Hey Nila.”, Purvi smiled at her, waving slightly as she gently placed her bag on the floor, afraid to damage the laptop that was given to her by the NGO that was part of her scholarship package. Breathing heavily after having to walk up 2 flights of stairs.  
 
The layout of the flat was simple and small. Upon entering the main door, you are in the hall which doubles as a living room. The entire space opens up to the small kitchen at the back. On the left walls are two doors leading to both Purvi’s and Nila’s rooms. The flat owner was kind enough to provide the basic home appliances for them.  
 
A simple 3-seater and 2-seater couch facing each other in the living room with a small table in the middle. There is even a small wall mounted television with the basic channels. Further down, a small round dining table that is able to seat four that is placed directly in front of the kitchen. Each room comes with its own bathroom. The flat was probably built at the same time as the college many years ago for student occupation as the exterior is old and faded.  
 
“Hi Purvi.”, Nila looked up from her phone, she smiled slightly, watching every move Purvi made, as if studying her. Her gaze shifted towards Purvi’s heaving chest, watching it rise and fall. “You had your last paper today, didn’t you?” 
 
“Yeah. It was pretty tough, but I think I did ok.”. Nila was seated on the long couch as Purvi slumped down onto the 2-seater, tired from the day’s activities.  
 
Nila smiled slightly. “Thats good to hear.”, Nila glanced down at her phone, reading a WhatsApp chat then looked up at Purvi again. “Are you going back for the semester break?” 
 
“Nope. Unfortunately, I could not get my train tickets in time. Also, my family will be away for a distant relative’s wedding. I would be alone at home anyway so I guess I will be spending some time here.”, Purvi replied, wondering if Nila was casually asking her to leave.   

“I see.”, her face turned into a slight frown. She quickly realized it and gave Purvi a smile. “Hey, have you had anything to eat?”  

“Yea. I had something early on.”, Purvi smiled, wanting to slowly get up to go into her room to freshen up.   

“Purvi, hold on.”  

“What’s up?”, she slouched back onto the chair, surprised that Nila was a little more chatty than usual today.   

“Hey... Uhm... you know that... Uh... in this college... Some older students... they conduct ragging on the newcomers... “, Nila was stammering, she gulped a little.   

Purvi’s body arched forward, dreading what was coming next. She let out a heavy sigh. “Yea... I heard about this from some classmates...”, she continued, her gaze piercing into Nila’s eyes. “What about it?”  

“Ermm... so, I was asked to tell you...”, Nila seemed to be deep in thought, thinking about her words very carefully.   

Purvi kept quiet, waiting for Nila to find her voice again.  

“...tonight, they would like to conduct their ragging... on you...”, Nila whispered.  
 
“That’s it?”, Purvi laughed a little. “I mean, how bad can it be? Is it a group thing?”. Purvi was told that juniors in college are usually ragged on by seniors, but just made to drink disgusting stuff, do something embarrassing or disturb a professor. Nothing out of the norm.  
 
Nila eyes were wide open, looking at Purvi. Her face remained serious. “No.. No.. Just on you...”  

“I see...”, Purvi took note of Nila’s serious expression, assuming that she is trying to scare her, she decided to play along.  
 
“Ok. Well.. When and where?”   

“They will come here.” 
 
“Here?.. And who is they”, Purvi was slightly taken aback. Usually, the seniors would rag on students in the college compound itself, with the aim of public embarrassment. It was somewhat a rite of passage. The juniors are then accepted into the group and treated as friends and collegemates. It was something Purvi knew she would eventually have to go through.  
 
“I can’t tell you.”, Nila said, lowering her voice to barely a whisper. She looked back down at her phone. “They’ll be here by 10. They just told me to inform you.” 
 
“Ok then.”, Purvi giggled a bit as she got up. “I guess we will see what happens later.”, she shrugged her shoulders as she made her way into her room. Nila was putting on a good show trying to scare her.

**End of Part 1.**

[B1ryani]

**Part 2.**

Purvi entered the room, laying her bag down on the small table to the side of the wall and sat on the edge of the bed, thinking hard. Purvi had managed to put on a tough face and attitude in front of Nila, but her heart was beating fast.   

Shit. She thought. She knew this day would come. Some of the friends she had made in class had already gone through it, and now they hang out with the seniors, getting help they need in regards to their studies or just plain friendship. Purvi was shy in nature, and she hoped that she wouldn’t have to do anything too embarrassing.   

Purvi slowly got up, peeking out the window before pulling the curtains shut and letting herself fall onto the bed. She picked up her phone, looking at the time before scrolling through her Facebook. The time was 7.00 PM, giving her 3 hours before whoever ‘they’ were, came to the flat. It had also just occurred to her that her ragging was taking place at night, in the privacy of her flat? It didn’t make sense.   

She lay there for half an hour, letting her mind rest from the grueling exam, wondering what she would have to do to be accepted by her seniors. “Fuck it.”, she said to herself, pushing her body off the bed and stood in front of the mirror. 
 
Purvi removed the band off her ponytail, letting her long hair fall down to her shoulders. She grabbed the sides of her churidar, pulling it off over her head and checked herself out. A bra at least one size too small for her was struggling to hold her breasts in place, the edges of her dark areolas were peeking out. Purvi had no choice but to reuse some of her mother's older bras to save money, rarely spoiling herself by buying new ones. Even so, they aren’t the best of quality but she has made do thus far.  

She slowly unhooked the bra, letting her big breasts fall down. Two big mounds of juicy tit meat hung off her chest with large dark wrinkly areolas. Her nipples were thick and rubbery, made perfect to be suckled and fed on. The sight of her topless would drive any man mad with lust. She looked at herself for a little while, then pushed her bottoms and panty down to her feet.   

Purvi looked at her flat stomach, then down towards her clean-shaven pubic area. Two fat dark pussy lips were stuck together, looking like a present waiting to be unwrapped to expose all the wet pink goodies that laid in between them. She turned sideways, checking out the two firm juicy butt cheeks on her rear. She looked like a goddess.  
 
Nila sat in the hall, thinking hard. She was hoping that Purvi would have decided to go back to her hometown today. Her disappointment was obvious when Purvi had said no. She looked at her phone, 8.15 PM, roughly one and a half hours more until the trio of bastards come here. Nila looked at Purvi’s closed room door, she could barely make out the sound of the shower running. Should she just tell Purvi to leave, grab a bus or a train to some cousin or relative’s home and stay there for a couple of weeks?  
 
Nila knew that Purvi assumed she would be ragged by the regular seniors inside college, because that was she thought was going to happen to her as well. How did it get so wrong, so bad so quick. She did not want to subject Purvi to the same horrors she had to endure, but at this point she did not have a choice.  
 
What would the results be if she had asked Purvi to leave?  

1. She would end up being the victim again, leading to another night of terror.  
2. The bastards would just move on to the next pick. 
 
These three were smart, they only preyed on girls. Making sure they choose those who have travelled from far away, not from a well-to-do family, and/or of a lower caste. Another important requirement was that the girls of course had to be beautiful, being ugly or fat actually saved you from them. They did their research thoroughly, ensuring none of the victims are from well-connected or influential families.   

Many of their victims left the college after their night of ragging, opting to stop their studies or have been thrown out for reporting these three to the dean. Some, the strong ones, stayed on, biting their teeth to finish their courses semester after semester, having to endure being in the same vicinity as with the trio. 
 
No one else knew about these so called “ragging” by this gang except the selected few victims. The dean and some professors knew, of course, but they were too afraid to do anything about it. They were of course powerless. Nila had heard, from another victim of this trio’s ragging activities, that one or two of these so-called professors had even taken part in their torture, knowing that their identity and position were safeguarded by these boys. These professors even want to be in their good graces, knowing this trio of boys are from politically strong families.  
 
Nila sighed. Fucking bastards. All of them. She could feel herself tearing up.  
 
The door unlocked, with Purvi stepping out in her towel into the hall. Nila quickly wiped her eyes and smiled at her.  

“Oh, sorry! I thought you had gone back into your room.”. Purvi smiled sheepishly.  
 
“No... No... It's ok., I'm just mindlessly scrolling through Instagram.”, she lied. Nila could not take her eyes off Purvi’s breasts hidden inside the towel; she could make out her nipples poking through the wet fabric very obviously. Purvi’s hair had been tied back into a ponytail again, little droplets of water grazed along her neck and shoulders.  
 
“I’m just grabbing a quick bite before the...”, Purvi put her hands up, in a sarcastic motion, “...ragging. Haha.”, she laughed. Nila smiled back looking at her.   

“Are you going to be here?”, Purvi asked, while taking a bun out of the cabinet.  
 
“Yea. I was instruc...i mean, was asked to be here as well.”, Nila lied, she hated herself for doing this to Purvi, she was on the verge of tears, trying her hardest not to burst out crying., “You know, just to make sure things don’t get... uh... out of hand...”. 
 
“Right. Right. I’ll go get changed then.”, Purvi said, bouncing back into her room.  

Nila buried her face into the palm of her hands, a single tear drifted slowly down her cheek. Fuck them all, she thought to herself.

**End of Part 2.**

[B1ryani]

**Part 3.**

Dubb!Dubb!Dubb! 
 
A loud knocking could be heard at the front door at exactly 10 PM.  

Nila and Purvi were both seated in the hall when they heard the knock. Nila was shaking her legs in agonizing dread when her face went pale. Purvi looked at her hands, which were trembling slightly. What is going on? She thought to herself. Nila has been acting weird from the time Purvi had stepped into the little flat.  
 
Purvi was wearing a casual T-shirt and long pants, her breasts were pushed up against her chest with the help of the one training bra that she owned. It did not help much with giving anybody the impression that her breasts were smaller in size, the huge bumps sticking out of her top were obvious to the world.  
 
Nila was wearing a thin long white T-shirt and some loose shorts. The way she was dressed made Purvi think that she was about to go to sleep soon. What surprised her even more was the fact that Nila wasn’t even wearing a bra. She had a decent sized pair of breasts. They looked like they were a B or a C cup, firm with two very hard nipples pushing against the thin material. Purvi could even roughly make out the dark 2-rupee coin sized puffy areolas Nila had on her. Perhaps the raggers were girls, that won’t be so bad, Purvi thought to herself.   

Nila stood up. “Don’t worry. I'll get it.”. Her tone was serious. Nila very slowly walked to the door; every step felt like she was walking on glass. Purvi heard the click as Nila unlocked the door, opening it slightly.   

“Hey Nila!!”, a loud cheery male voice called out.   

Purvi’s heart sank. Ok. So, one of the individuals coming to conduct the ragging was a male. Purvi looked at the entrance, barely making out the faces of the people who had just arrived as Nila’s back was blocking most of the view. 
 
Nila moved to the side, keeping her eyes down at her feet as the first boy entered the little flat. Purvi was watching as two more boys walked in. She remained quiet and rooted, holding the door open for them.  
 
Purvi looked up at the first boy from the 2-seater couch she was on. He had an annoyingly smug face, grinning as he walked in towards her. He was well dressed, wearing a branded T-shirt and what looked like expensive jeans. A Patek Philippe watch decorated his wrist. He wasn’t relatively good looking, but carried himself well. He smiled sweetly as he sat down in the middle of the long couch, facing her.   

“Hi Purvi.”   

A dark-skinned boy followed next, skinny to the bone. He too was decked out in branded clothing, a pair of Gucci sunglasses hung off his shirt collar, even though it was late into the night. His face was expressionless as he walked behind Purvi and took a chair from the dining table and sat down.  
 
The last boy stumbled in. He was very overweight, panting heavily and sweating as he came into the hall. Clearly annoyed, he was muttering under his breath as he sat down on the chair beside the dark-skinned boy, placing a knapsack on the table. His beady eyes were looking straight at Nila, as he slowly gave her a creepy smile.  
 
Nila closed the door, locking it behind her. She walked up to the seating area, standing at the edge in between the two couches. Nila was looking down at her feet, not saying a single word. Purvi noticed that she was trembling slightly, her face dark and emotionless.    

The room remained quiet for a little while as everyone took a moment to settle down.  
 
“Do you know who we are?”, the boy seated opposite Purvi asked, not taking his sharp eyes off Purvi’s face.   

“N..no..”, Purvi was looking around, a little bit overwhelmed by these three strange boys in the little flat. They did look a little bit familiar, perhaps she might have seen them around the college vicinity.   

The boy smiled. “Well then, allow me to introduce myself.”, he reached out his hand, “My name is Viraj.”  
 
Purvi reached out, gracefully shaking his hand. His touch was soft and gentle on her skin. She could feel her breathing getting heavier.  
 
He slowly let go, pointing at the two boys seated at the dining table. “The thin one is Ravi.”, Ravi nodded his head in acknowledgement. Then at the fat boy. “That’s Ganesh, we call him Gunda.”  

Ganesh chuckled loudly, “It’s not because of my weight, he’s talking about my co...”.   

Viraj put his hand up, stopping Ganesh mid-sentence. The hierarchy of power between these three was obvious, and Viraj was on top of the food chain.   

Purvi smiled slightly at the two boys at the table then looked back at Viraj.   

“It’s nice to meet you, Purvi.”, his gaze shifted down to her breasts, he smiled slightly, then back up to her eyes. “Do you know why we are here?”. Nila remained quiet; her nipples still poking out of her top.   

“Yes. I do.”  
 
“And why are we here?” 
 
“To conduct my ragging”, she said softly, looking at him. The conversation seemed a little tense. None of the fun and laughter from the casual bullying of students she had witnessed inside the college compound.   

“Thats right. “, he smiled widely. “You seem to be prepared for it. What do you expect will happen?”   

Purvi felt like she was in an interview. “Uhh, I don’t know. Something embarrassing maybe?”. She could hear Ganesh chuckle loudly again on her left. Even Ravi smiled.  
 
“Well... yes. There may be some embarrassment involved.”, Viraj laughed, “Are you excited?”  

“Uh... “, Purvi looked at his face, she was having a lot of difficulty reading the room. She wasn’t sure if Nila was putting on an act, or was she really afraid. Assuming that this was “Yea. I guess.” 
 
Nila was watching everything, her head hung low, face towards her feet. But her eyes were watching every movement of all three of them. She was told before they arrived not to wear her inners, and she complied. She prayed that tonight, their attention will not be focused on her.   

She was particularly afraid of Ganesh as she glanced over at his fat disgusting body. He noticed this, smiling mockingly back at her. He put his hand under the table in a calling motion, and pursed his lips, as if he was calling a dog. The bastard, she thought. Nila continued to remain still, shifting her focus back to Viraj and Purvi.  

“Great. Shall we begin?”

**End of Part 3.**

[B1ryani]

**Part 4.**

“Shall we start with something simple, Purvi?”, Viraj asked. 
 
“Ok..”, Purvi’s heart was beating fast in anticipation. All eyes were on her now, even Nila, who hadn’t said a single word since she opened the door.   
 
“Good.”, he shifted his body, laying back on the couch, his eyes never leaving her body. Purvi was slowly starting to feel uncomfortable. Something was slowly starting to feel a little off. Furthermore, Nila’s body language was starting to worry her. “We can start with something simple. Why don’t you stand up, Purvi?” 
 
Purvi raised her eyebrows, surprised at his easy request. She slowly pushed her body upwards off the soft cushion. Viraj’s eyes seemed to be transfixed on her chest.  

“My god yaar, look at the size of those tits!”, Ganesh said loudly from the dining table.  
 
Those words sent a fit of anger into her mind, triggering her. “HOW DARE YOU?!”, before she could even think her reaction through, Purvi shouted out as she turned towards him. Nila’s eye’s opened wide, in shock as she frantically shook her head, mouthing the words ‘no’ and ‘don’t’.  
 
PHAPPPPP!!! The slap sounded like a crack of thunder. A sharp pain shot up from Purvi’s right cheek straight to her brain. Her head was spinning as she placed her hand on her cheek, trying to rub the pain away, her eyes started to water. Purvi’s body arched downwards as she tried to hold in the pain.  
 
Viraj was standing up; his palm was burning after he gave Purvi a hard slap on her face. He slowly smiled at her as he dropped back down onto the couch. Purvi slowly looked up at him, dazed and confused about what had just happened. She could hear Ganesh laughing.  
 
“Gunda, that was very rude and disrespectful.”, Viraj said calmly. “But yes, I agree. She does indeed have a nice pair of tits.”, he smiled, his eyes focused on her chest again. 
 
What is happening? Purvi’s mind was working on overdrive. This was not what she was expecting. Firstly, lewd comments about her body, then physical harm. She was going to report them to the dean, then the security officer, whoever that would listen. She was not going to accept this. The feminist in her was raging. She stood up again, wiping the tears off her eyes, staring angrily at Viraj. She was about to open her mouth again. 
 
“Before you start...”, he lifted up a finger to hush her, “...to make threats against us.”. His calm and collected demeanor was starting to annoy her tremendously, she was biting down on her teeth, waiting to scream at him. “Sit down.” 
 
Purvi sat down. Her cheek was still stinging from the slap she had received. She looked up at Nila expecting her to intervene, but she just kept her mouth shut.  
 
“I don’t want to hurt you. I really don’t. We will keep this simple, just follow our instructions, and we will let you go.” 
 
“...and what if I don’t?”, Purvi shot back, her facial expression twisted in anger, she had made up her mind to end this here and now.  
 
Viraj smiled. “Purvi Manichandran. Just turned 18 years of age. From Kunnamkulam. Two older siblings. Didn’t your father take out a big loan to help you come here to study? I don’t think the small scholarship you received even covers 50 percent of your expenses”, Viraj raised his eyebrow.  
 
What the fuck. Purvi sat there, her mouth refused to open. How did he know so much? 
 
“How does your father plan to pay back the loan?”, Viraj continued. The hall was silent. “I’m assuming he would expect you to get a good job, start earning a big salary, and get you to slowly pay them back perhaps?”.  
 
“Do you know who he had borrowed money from?”, he smiled, then pointed at Ravi, “His uncle. Small world, isn’t it? Imagine our surprise when we found out. What will your uncle do if he doesn’t get his money back, Ravi?” 
 
Ravi chuckled. “They obviously know where you live. Don’t you have an older sister? She’s almost as beautiful as you. Almost. Smaller tits though. I’m sure my uncle would know how to make his money back.”, he shrugged.   

Purvi was stunned. Her mouth opened and closed, wanting to say something but thought the better of it.  
 
“I know what you’re thinking. You would like to make to report us to the dean.... perhaps to the security officer?”, Viraj continued to speak. Purvi’s head was spinning. What was going on right now? She could feel herself getting light-headed listening to his words. “Ravi, do you remember that girl... what was her name... Janaki or something?”  
 
“The bitch who thought it was good idea to report us to Dean Thomas?”, Ravi looked up at Viraj.  
 
“Yeah.” 
 
Ravi smiled. “Unfortunately for her, that old bastard likes our ... erm... work...  but she was starting to make a lot of noise outside as well. Old man Thomas couldn’t stand to have his precious college’s reputation tarnished. So, they started to fail her in her exams. She eventually got kicked out.", he looked at Purvi, as if daring her to make a move. “Last I heard, the stupid bitch went back to her village to work in the quarry with her useless drunkard of a father.”, he said, laughing.  

Purvi’s heart was beating faster, her heavy chest heaving.   

“What about doggie here?”, Ganesh spoke out, his voice loud with excitement, looking at Nila.  

“Do..doggie...?”, Purvi whispered, her eyes darting around and finally rested on Nila. She stood there with her head hanging. Her hands were trembling slightly.  
 
“That’s a story for later.”, Viraj smiled, looking up at Nila. “Let’s focus on you, Purvi.”, He looked back at her with a gleaming smile. “You do understand what I am implying, don’t you?  

Purvi sat there, stunned. What did these three want from her? For the first time today, the fear was starting to set in. She slowly nodded.

**End of Part 4.**

[B1ryani]

wow what a way to make purvi know what situation she is in
i know you enjoy the buffet with soup, starters.. like wise take it slow with small assignments for purvi to embrassing situations...
could you also make nila do something to purvi n make her more embarrassed

Thanks for all your support in all my stories brother.

Unfortunately ,that's not what Im building the plot into. Nila is also a victim here as you will eventually read. 

But thank you for you feedback. :)

[B1ryani]

**Part 5.**

The air was heavy in the room as all eyes were on Purvi. She was seated on the smaller couch, her eyes on the floor, looking slightly defeated. Purvi opened her mouth a few times, on the verge of wanting to say something, but her mind kept wandering to her family back in her village. Her father was not a healthy man, she knew that it was not his intention to make her work to pay off her loan. Education was important to him, as he felt he had failed her older siblings by not sending them off to further their studies, he made a promise to himself to not repeat his mistake with Purvi.  
 
The man her father had borrowed money from, now known to be Ravi’s uncle, was a rich and influential man in their small township. Purvi did not take Ravi’s threat lightly, knowing very well that these men had the power to do anything they wanted to the locals. She felt bad for her father, who had struggled for years to improve the family’s finances.  
 
“The first thing I want you to do, Purvi, is to hand over your phone to Ravi.”, Viraj smiled.  
 
Purvi took her phone off the small table, handing it over to Ravi. A basic old Samsung that she had saved up for years to purchase. It was decent enough for her to take pictures, WhatsApp her friends and family, and to access her Facebook and Instagram.  
 
“Unlock it and remove your password.”, Ravi said sternly. Purvi unlocked her phone, adjusting its settings to allow him the access he needed to scroll through her personal social media pages and chats. She slowly handed the phone to him, her hands trembling slightly. Ravi smiled as he took her phone off her, immediately clicking open her Facebook app. He held the phone up slightly to block it from her line of sight. She watched on as he kept scrolling, smiling.  
 
“Don’t worry. We won’t post anything too embarrassing on your socials … yet.”, Viraj laughed, looking at her eyes widen in fear.  
 
“Ask her to stand again, bhai. Let’s take a look at those tit’s again”, Ganesh voiced out from the living room table, his attention now shifting from Nila back to Purvi. Purvi struggled hard to hold her tongue, she was trying hard to remain calm given the situation she was in.  
 
“Doggie..”. Viraj looked up at Nila, smiling sweetly. “Put this away.”, he kicked the table leg a little, making it wobble.  
 
To Purvi’s shock, Nila didn’t retort, following his command exactly as she took the small table and placed it against the wall. What was wrong with her? Purvi thought angrily. She said she would remain here in case things got out of hand, but she had not said a single word till now. There now was an open space between the where Viraj and Purvi were each seated.  
 
“That’s a good girl.”, Ganesh mocked her, making sweet baby talk. “Come here, doggie.”, he reached into his jacket pocket, then pulled his hand out in a fist as Nila slowly walked towards him. “I have a little treat for you, doggie.”, he giggled, his chubby dark lips twisted into wide smile as he opened his fist at her. On the palm of his hand were three small dark brown pellets. 
 
What was that? It looked like something familiar that she could not place in her mind. Purvi was thinking hard when it suddenly hit her. She looked on as Nila’s face turned into a frown as she slowly bent her body downwards, slowly taking the brown pellets into her mouth directly from the palm of Ganesh’s hand. It was fucking dog food, Purvi’s body jerked up about to stop Nila as she watched on with horror. Nila slowly chewed down, her face filled with sadness and disgust.  
 
Ganesh smiled as he reached out, slowly patting her head, “Good doggie.” 
 
Viraj never took his eyes off Purvi’s face, watching her reaction with a lot of interest. He smiled slightly as he looked at her shocked face. Ravi paid no attention, his face unreadable as he continued to scroll through the phone. Deep down, Purvi was relieved that there were no raunchy photos and videos in her phone gallery.  
 
Viraj snapped his fingers, getting her attention back to him.  
 
“Don’t worry about them, Purvi.”, Viraj looked at her, “Tonight, it’s about you. You’re the star of the show.”   

Purvi kept quiet. Her heart rate was increasing, she could feel tears starting to swell up in her eyes, but she tried her best to keep it in.  
 
“Now... what do we do when low-caste village whores like yourself gets enrolled into our prestigious college?”, he smiled. The words pierced Purvi to the core, she could feel the anger rising from her stomach. “A beautiful whore with big tits like yours.”, he bent down, slowly removing his socks and throwing them at a corner. “You kiss my feet.”, he wiggled his toes at Purvi.  
 
“What...?!”, Purvi voice as hoarse, she looked at Viraj’s face, then down at his feet. “No!” 
 
This was degrading. How dare he? she thought to herself. Nila stood beside the seated Ganesh, watching silently. This was nothing, she thought. It will only get worse. Hell awaited Purvi, she just didn’t know it yet.  
 
“I’m sorry? People like you, rag pickers, slum dogs, are not even worthy of touching the bottom of my feet.”, Viraj said, his voice cold, “Be grateful and get down on your knees.”, he pointed to the floor. “And kiss my feet.”   

Purvi looked at Nila, who quickly avoided her gaze, wondering what she should do. From what she had just witnessed, she knew she was going to get no help from her housemate.  
 
Her mind drifted back to her father, and to her sister, Tanvi. Tanvi was 4 years older than Purvi, a smart student in college, but was not given the opportunity to better herself. She remained in the village, working small odd jobs to help the family sustain themselves. She was a beauty as well. Tall, slender and with a pretty face, almost model like as she was constantly getting marriage proposals from various men and some, from distant cousins. Her judgement was clouded by fear as to what Ravi’s uncle could do to her.  
 
She also thought of the hard slap Viraj gave her, she did not know how much further this boy would go. Purvi slowly got off the couch onto her knees and looked up at his smiling face. 
 
“Go on then,”.  

Purvi arched her back, bringing her face down closer to the bridge of his feet, kissing it quickly. She could hear Ravi and Ganesh laughing.  

“Good girl. I’m glad you finally know your place.”, Viraj said smugly, his eyes twinkling as he looked down at her.

**End of Part 5.**

[B1ryani]

One suggestion.. Just have conversation where viraj tells some of his friends on how he is gonna break her and to wat extent he is gonna change her. Because this will create a connect with reader on story and ppl have an assumption. When u make changes in script that will give excitement  for readers

Thank you for your feedback. I do appreciate your interest in my characters development and story.

I understand everyone's concern. Just to clarify, no, the victims will NOT turn onto dick loving sluts like every other story. 

My theme will be very similar to my previous stories 
1. The Train Ride (yes, I have temporarily stopped this story after receiving some negative feedback from a few readers if it being too dark, but you can understand the style of the story from there) - this is why for my newer stories ,I explain in the first post the themes I am incorporating and inform readers before hand if the story isn't for them ,please stop reading.

2. Dadi's Little Slut , Chapter 3 

And just to set everyone's expectations ... 

I do not want to set any expectations actually. The story will develope as I go along. But I can guarantee it won't be the normal boring 'everyone enjoys it in the end' theme. Hence why I am taking my time to write this and not rush Parts out quickly.

In regards to your idea of Viraj telling his friends. He doesn't have to. All 3 are equally abusive, Ganesh even worse then him.

I also do not want to tell readers to what extent they will change the Purvi character, but from the Nila character , you should be able to tell. 


I am very happy to know that there is some feedback from my readers . And if you would like to drop ideas or if you have any questions, just put it in the comments and I will reply accordingly. 

Thank you again , I sincerely hope the story will meet all your expectations.

[B1ryani]

**Part 6.**

Viraj was gleaming, he knew that he was going to have a lot of fun with Purvi. She kept her head down, staring at his feet. He could see her lips trembling from either fear or anger, he couldn’t tell. Viraj enjoyed having power and control, it was something he was accustomed to.  
 
Growing up, Viraj was given anything and everything he wanted. His father, Mr. Sonam Varma, led the local leading political party. A man with a lot of power and influence. After many years of trying, Mr. Varma was ecstatic when his wife finally gave him his only child, even more so, a son, an heir to his throne. Unfortunately, given his status, Mr. Varma was never around to watch his son grow. Viraj grew up spoilt, his materialistic needs were always met, money flowed in like a raging river into their household. He craved for more. He wanted to have power over people, especially over those he deemed below his social status and caste.  
 
Viraj knew he was untouchable; nobody dared to defy him. Until one day, the maid had brought her daughter to his family mansion to help. Puberty was hitting Viraj hard; his testosterones were raging. He had found the maid’s daughter cleaning alone in one of the many rooms when he forced himself upon her. Her cries and screams turned him on even more as he experienced a woman for the first time. Her defiance to his advances made him want it all the more. It was a new experience for him, and it made him hard. Very hard.  
 
Unfortunately for him, the stupid bitch had also gotten pregnant from that session. His father paid them off and had an abortion arranged for the girl. Viraj got a stern warning from his father, but to him, it felt more like a learning curve. He was smarter now, researching his potential victims thoroughly before making his move.  
 
Using the same private investigator that his father uses to gather dirt on his political opponents, Viraj made good use of the PI’s skills for his own needs. He already had the college dean eating out of his hands, occasionally throwing Dean Thomas a bone by letting the old man have a go at some of the victims. The security officer did not dare mess with him and his friends as well, knowing their careers would come to an abrupt end. However, they never could resist an opportunity to take a little bribe for their troubles.  
 
Viraj saw an opportunity when he started college. Together with his best friend Ravi, and Ganesh, they decided to prey on its students. Carefully selecting his victims in the name of ragging.  
 
“Is that all?” 
 
He heard Purvi voice out from the floor, her tone a mix of anger and sarcasm. He will break her slowly, he thought as he smiled to himself. He liked the ones that fight back, it makes the experiences and memories even sweeter.  
 
He has had his eye on Purvi from the time he saw her walk by in college, knowing immediately he wanted her. It came to his pleasant surprise to find out that Nila was her housemate, and another coincidence that worked in his favor was the fact that her father owed Ravi’s uncle money. Everything fell into place perfectly, as if it was meant to be. It was easy to make these girls break once he threw in a little bit of their family background and money troubles on their faces.  
 
“Am I the only one here?”, Viraj smiled replied sarcastically as he looked at his two friends.  
 
Purvi rolled her eyes as she placed her hands on the floor, wanting to push herself up to move towards the closest of the two, Ravi, when she felt Viraj’s leg touch her shoulders. The disrespectful spoilt bastard, she thought to herself. Her hatred for him grew with every second that passed.  
 
“Don’t stand, Purvi. Crawl to him.”.  
 
Purvi looked up at him with disgust as she slowly adjusted her body to get on her hands and knees. Her chest dangling under the heavy weight of each breast, the training bra she was wearing under her T-shirt stretched to its limit trying to hold in the ample of juicy tit meat she was blessed with.  
 
“That’s right, Purvi.”, Viraj chuckled softly as he watched her slowly crawl towards Ravi’s feet. Ravi had stopped scrolling through Purvi’s phone, watching her make her way towards him.  
 
A loud scbanging sound could be heard suddenly as Ganesh stood up suddenly, pushing his chair backwards. He sighed heavily, not taking his eyes off Purvi’s body, “Look at those udders, yaar. I didn’t know old man Thomas accepted village cows into his college.”, his big stomach jiggling as the three of them laughed. Nila stood silently, watching.  
 
Purvi ears were burning a she reached Ravi’s feet, slowly bending her head, giving Ravi’s sock covered feet a kiss.  
 
“Come here, little cow.”, Ganesh laughed. Purvi’s shapely rear pointing towards Viraj and Ravi as she slowly crawled towards the standing Ganesh. Ravi focused back towards her phone, reading through her private WhatsApp conversations.  
 
“Moo for me, cow.”, Ganesh cooed, his face twisted into a smile as he looked down at Purvi. 
 
“A dog and a cow, living together in this little shitty flat.”, Viraj added to the insults. “People like you don’t belong here.”  

Purvi kept quiet, she could feel her face getting red, flushed with the humiliation that was being thrown her way. Her heart was cracking, no one had spoken to her like this before. She wanted to cry.  
 
“Come on, little cow.”, Ganesh lifted his right leg, rubbing the soles of his feet on her beautiful face. “Moo for me.”  
 
Nila watched on; she could feel a wet tear slowly making its way down her cheek as she looked at Purvi on the floor. Ganesh was rubbing his leg on her face, toying with her. The anger and rage were burning within her, but she had no choice but to keep her cool. She was taught a lesson the hard way, a more demeaning and humiliating way. The three bastards have photos and videos, keeping it with them at all times in their latest iPhones, constantly reminding her that she was powerless.  
 
Ganesh put his foot down, shaking his leg impatiently, waiting for Purvi to respond.  
 
Purvi kept her head down, her face hidden by her hair, her red eyes staring at the floor. “Mo..Moo..oOo...”, her voice was cracking as she tried to hold back from crying.  
 
“Look at me.”, Ganesh chuckled, placing the tip of his feet under her chin. “Look at me and moo, little cow.”. There was pin drop silence in the flat, every pair of eyes were on Purvi.  
 
Purvi could feel Ganesh’s toenail poking her chin, pushing her face up to look at him. His big underbelly greeted her view, with his fat disgusting face looking down at her.  
 
Purvi held in her pride, not wanting to show Ganesh her weak state as she stared daggers at him. Fucking fat bastard, she thought to herself.  
 
“MooOoOoooo...”, the sound struggled to escape her lips as loud laughter from the three boys erupted inside the hall. 
 
“Good little cow.”, he reached down, patting her head. “You may kiss my feet now.”, Ganesh said, humiliating her even more as he felt her lips touch his stubby toes.

**End Of Part 6.**

[B1ryani]

**Part 7.**

“Enough Gunda. Time for the cow’s next task. Come here, Purvi.”, Viraj giggled, enjoying the moment. No. Purvi doesn’t look defeated yet. She might be hurt or angry, but she needs to be stripped of her dignity, literally. He smiled at the thought.  
 
Purvi slowly crawled from Ganesh’s feet back towards the 2-seater couch. She sat on the floor, looking up at Viraj’s smiling face. Her mind was racing, considering all her options. Receiving help from her college, or even the security officer, seemed to be out of the question at the moment. Maybe, just maybe, there might be someone who could help her.  
 
Purvi’s phone suddenly beeped. She recognized the sound of her WhatsApp notification and prayed hard that it wasn’t a close family member or friend.  
 
“Now, what do we have here?”, Ravi suddenly voiced up, his dark face smiling widely as he stared at Purvi’s phone screen.  
 
“What is it, yaar?”, Viraj raised his eyebrow, curious.  
 
“Well, well, well... somebody is close to that old bastard, Bakshi.”, Ravi smiled. 
 
Ganesh sat back down on his dining chair beside the standing Nila. “Wait. I know that name.”, his fat face twisted as he thought hard.  
 
Fuck. Purvi had totally forgotten. She had fallen sick sometime in the middle of the semester, unable to finish a pending assignment that carried 30% of her entire course’s marks from Prof. Bakshi’s class. Fortunately for her, she was one of Prof. Bakshi’s favorite students, constantly excelling his class. He had agreed to allow her to focus on her finals, then submit her assignment a week after the final paper.  
 
“I remember him! Bakshi, the old fuck. “, Ganesh said out loud, “He failed me twice until I told on him to Thomas.”, he laughed out loud. “The old pervert, he likes to play favorites with the girls in class. The boys always got scolded for no fucking reason. I would know. I got most of it.”, he grinned at Nila. She avoided his eyes, looking away.  
 
Anandha Bakshi was in his late 50’s, a skinny man with balding white hair. He had not married, given his passion for academics, and younger girls. He was on top of the world when he was offered a senior professor role in the college. It was the perfect place for him to feast his eyes, even more so when Purvi had joined his class. A dusky busty beauty with a sharp mind, his perfect type of girl. He had lost count of the number of times he had masturbated in his private office imagining Purvi’s big tit’s bouncing in his face as she rode him. How he wished every time she came to him for counselling, he could bend her over the table and stick his hard cock into her virgin ass and fuck her raw.  
 
When Purvi had messaged him out of the blue, he was quick to give her the time she needed to complete her assignment. Bakshi had immediately saved her number, making sure to occasionally drop her a text in the pretense of asking about her studies or if she had needed any help from him. He was also a little sad, knowing that Purvi would ace his class and he would not see her again next semester. Today was her last paper, his paper, and she still owed him her assignment.  
 
“I’m surprised he failed you twice, Gunda. That means he had to see your fucking fat face for two more semesters.”, Ravi looked up as he commented in a serious tone. The three of them burst out laughing again.  
 
“Ravi, what does his message say?”, Viraj asked, curious.  
 
Ravi read out loud, imitating Prof. Bakshi’s deep serious tone. “Hi Purvi. “, all the boys chuckled loudly, “Just dropping a text to ask how was the final paper?...” 
 
“The fucker never messaged me to ask how was my final paper.”, Ganesh said in between trying to hold in his laughter.  
 
“You never even went to any of your exams, you fat bastard.”, Viraj shot back as they both laughed.  
 
Ravi let out a sigh, annoyed at Ganesh for interrupting him, then looked back at the phone screen, “... and also wanted to remind you about the assignment that’s overdue. Do let me know if you need any help. TC.”  
 
Purvi kept her head down, her ears picking up every single word of Prof. Bakshi’s message that was read out loud by Ravi. What was she going to do now? How long were these boys going to be here? What other tasks did they want her to accomplish in the name of this so-called ragging? They have already humiliated and disrespected her. How much more did they have in store for her so she can go back to her life.  
 
“Give it to me.”, Viraj said.  
 
Purvi’s eyes widened as she watched her phone exchange hands. Viraj took the device and started to scroll through her chat with Prof. Bakshi.   
 
“This fucker seems to have taken a personal interest in you, little cow.”, he smiled. “Now, what shall we reply him?” 
 
“No... no... please don’t.”, fear started to arise from the pit of her stomach. Humiliating her in front of them, she could still take it, but involving outsiders, especially a teacher, was out of the question.  
 
Purvi started to push herself upwards, reaching out to take her phone away from him, “Viraj, don’t....”  
 
PPHAPPPP!!!! She could barely make out the swift movement of his right hand before it landed on her face. Her cheek was stinging as tears started to form on the sides of her eyes again. Her body twisted as she fell back on the floor, taken by surprise.   

“Village whore. How dare you speak my name?!!”, Viraj shouted as he spat at her, the saliva hitting her chest over the T-shirt and arm as her body slumped back onto the floor. “Fucking cow. You will do as you are told. I am your master! Do you fucking understand me?!”, his face was twisted with a sudden burst of rage. "

“Ye... yes....master...”, Purvi nodded as she looked up at him from the floor, her heavy chest heaving as she took in deep breaths and quickly wiped the tears from her eyes. Nila watched silently from where she stood. So, now it begins, she thought to herself.  

“Alright. It’s time to have some fun, little cow.”, Viraj's expression did a 180-degree change as he smiled sweetly at her again. “Are you ready?”

**End of Part 7.**

[B1ryani]

**Author's Note** - Dear readers ,please bear with me if you feel the story progression is slow. I am trying my best to be as detailed as possible instead of going straight to the fucking. 

I promise things will start to pick up from Part 8 onwards 

Have a great weekend.

[B1ryani]

**Part 8.**

Ananda Bakshi had gotten home to his one-bedroom studio apartment in a slightly upscale part of town. It was an exhausting day, seeing as he was required to be present in the examination hall during his final paper to monitor the students.  
 
As per his unofficial job scope, the dean had given him a list of student names that he was required to pass for their progression. These students of course, were kids from the upper-class community, their parents being influential enough to hold Dean Thomas’s balls in their grip. Bakshi could not care less about them; he was paid enough to not question the Dean’s demands. However, there were certain students that would catch his eye every semester.  
 
One of those students were Purvi. His jaw dropped slightly when she had entered his class for the first time, her beauty had captured his attention right from the start. Throughout the semester, she had continued to excel, being one of his top scorers. Beauty and brains, he thought to himself, a rare combination. Her big bust on that petite body, that sweet smile and flawless dark brown skin made his cock ache.  
 
Bakshi placed his work bag on the table and went over to his computer, switching it on to surf through his favorite porn sites. He needed a release; he had already tried most of the town’s whores and was already bored of them. While waiting for his computer to boot up, he thought of Purvi sitting in the examination hall a few hours ago, her face confident as she wrote pages upon pages answering his essay questions with ease. He was going to miss her next semester. Ah yes, she still owed him an assignment, he thought to himself. He smiled slightly as he sat back on his leather chair and grabbed his phone to send Purvi a text.  
 
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Purvi remained on the floor, her cheek still stinging slightly from the second slap she had received from Viraj. Her eyes not moving from her phone that he held in his hands.  
 
“Shall we give this horny old bastard a tease, little cow?”, Viraj asked her sarcastically, the WhatsApp chat screen between her and Prof. Bakshi still remained open on her phone screen. “Consider this your second task.” 
 
“Please...Vir...master...”, Purvi’s face was filled with fear as she watched him type into her phone. She could hear Ganesh giggling from the dining table. 
 
“The fucker probably want’s some fresh cow milk, yaar.” , he laughed out loud.  
 
Purvi : Hi sir. *Smiley face*  
Bakshi Sir is typing... 
 
“Look at him reply at once.”, Viraj commented, smiling at the screen.  
 
Bakshi Sir : Any difficulty with the paper today, Purvi? 
Purvi : No sir. But I will be sad to leave your class sir. *Sad face* 
Bakshi Sir is typing... 
 
Purvi was starting to tear up again. What was Viraj going to do. She could not afford to fail any classes, her family’s situation depended highly on her. Viraj and Ravi were chuckling waiting for Prof. Bakshi’s reply.  

Bakshi Sir : I am sad too, Purvi. You are one of my brightest students. I will be sad to see you go.  

Ravi read the message out loud in a mocking tone for everyone to hear before the three boys burst out laughing again.  
 
“I know. I know. Ask him which part of her will he be the saddest to see going.”, Ganesh said in between deep breaths from laughing too hard.  
 
“Good idea. Hold on.”, Viraj said as he typed out the message. Purvi was aghast, her body was trembling. Prof. Bakshi had always treated her with respect and she had always thought of him as a father figure in college. She had constantly gone to him for one-to-one consultations throughout the semester, sharing her personal family related stories and her dreams for the future. He was always supportive and made her want to strive harder to better herself.  
 
Purvi : Which part of me would you miss the most, sir? *Smirk face*  
 
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Bakshi laid back on his chair, enjoying his little chat with Purvi.  
 
He looked at her reply. “Which part would I miss the most?”, he whispered out loud, slightly confused. Is she flirting with me? It can’t be. Unfortunately for him, Purvi was not that type of girl. There was always an aura of sweet innocence around her.    

Bakshi looked back down at his phone screen. As much as he lusted after her body, his reputation was at stake. Perhaps he should clarify.  
 
Bakshi : What do you mean, Purvi? 
Purvi (Class 4A) is typing... 
 
While waiting for her reply, Bakshi logged into his profile, immediately clicking into his hidden folder containing his favorite videos to jerk off to.  
 
He felt his phone vibrate in his hand as Purvi’s reply came in.   

Purvi (Class 4A) : My face, sir? Or maybe something else... ? *Smiley face* 
 
She was flirting with him. Bakshi took a moment, thinking his answer through. Purvi’s style of replying messages now were very different from their usual casual chats, and the biggest red flag being she had never used emoticons in their chat. He was a smart man, knowing better than to entrap himself.  
 
Perhaps Purvi’s phone was stolen by another student and they wanted to catch him in the act and expose him. Student/Teacher relations were highly frowned upon in college, although he knew a few of his colleagues were fucking some of their students. Bakshi was not willing to take that risk, for now.  
 
As much as Bakshi wanted to reply “Those tits”, he decided to keep the chat professional. Also, just in case it wasn't Purvi on the other end of the line.  
 
Bakshi : Your amazing mind, Purvi. You are a very bright student with a great future ahead of you. I will miss that.  

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**End of Part 8.**

[B1ryani]

**Part 9.**

“Oh my god, yaar.”, Ganesh said out loud, disappointed with Prof. Bakshi’s reply. “This old fuck is boring.”  
 
“No. He’s smart.”, Ravi shot back. “He’s playing it safe. He probably suspects something is off.”. He took the phone from Viraj, scrolling upwards. “It doesn’t sound like her usual replies.”  
 
“I know. Make her send a selfie, Viraj.”, Ganesh’s face lit up. Viraj nodded in acknowledgement. He was hoping Bakshi would initiate further, but it looks like they would have to. A selfie was a good idea, that would affirm that Purvi was the one on this end replying his messages. Maybe he would make this dumb village whore take it to the next level and humiliate her in front of her favorite teacher. She had no choice but to listen to him at this point, he held all the cards.  
 
“Come here.”, He took the phone off Ravi’s hand and handed it to her. Purvi’s eyes went wide in horror as she read through the chat.  
 
“Please... don’t do this...”, she sniffled, forcing her voice.” ...master.”  
 
“Take a selfie. Send it to him.”, Viraj said, his voice cold. 
 
That’s all? Purvi quickly adjusted her front camera, clicking a picture.  
 
“No. You stupid cow.”, Viraj raised his voice. “Take a proper selfie. Look... flirtatious. Pucker your lips. You know, like those sluts on Instagram.”. Both Ravi and Ganesh laughed.  
 
“Doggie knows what to do. Her Instagram is full of slutty pictures, isn’t it.”, Ganesh voiced out as he held Nila’s hand. Her face twisted into anger and hatred when she felt his skin touch hers. “Go on. Be a good dog and help her.”, Ganesh pushed her body towards Purvi.  
 
Nila slowly walked towards Purvi, taking the phone off her hands.  
 
“Why are you not stopping them, Nila?.”, Purvi whispered to her frantically, “You said you would be here to stop it from getting out of hand.”. She could feel herself starting to tear up again. Viraj smiled while looking at the helpless Purvi.  
 
Nila remained quiet as she knelt down, aiming the camera at Purvi’s beautiful face. With her free hand, she adjusted Purvi’s hair, making it cover half her face and wiped the tears off her cheeks.  
 
“Smile a little. Stick your lips out.”, Nila’s voice was low and robotic, her face expressionless.  
 
Purvi slowly followed her instructions as she heard the camera click.  
 
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It was already 11.25 PM.  
 
Bakshi had left his phone on the table beside him, assuming his boring reply was enough to stop whoever that was WhatsApp-ing him from Purvi’s number to stop. The soft sound of his mouse clicking could be heard in the room as he scrolled through his saved collection of porn. He was bored of these videos already, his cock remained flaccid inside his pants, barely awake enough for him to wank one off before calling it a night.  
 
Bakshi's phone vibrated as it received a new WhatApp notification. He picked it up, looking at the message from his lock screen.  
 
Purvi (Class 4A) sent an image. 
 
“Hmm. A photo? This should be interesting”, he whispered under his breath as he unlocked the phone and pressed the message notification.  
 
Purvi had sent him a selfie. A very sexy one at that. Her hair was covering half the right side of her face. The eyes were hazy as she puckered her lips, looking like she was about to plant a kiss on him. The image looked like it was just taken as he could make out the collar of a basic T-Shirt. She was probably going to sleep soon and decided to have some innocent fun with him. He felt his cock twitch inside his pants. So, it is her messaging him.  
 
Alright then. He had nothing better to do now anyway.  
 
A message followed the photo. 
 
Purvi (Class 4A) : Just my mind, sir? *wink face*  
Purvi (Class 4A) : Nothing else?  
 
Bakshi smiled slightly. He wondered how far would he be able to take this. He thought of his next words very carefully. It could still be someone else, the selfie could have been taken days ago. He was still a little apprehensive.  

Bakshi : You look amazing, Purvi. You are indeed a very beautiful girl. Shouldn’t you be chatting with a boy your age instead of an old man like me?  
Purvi (Class 4A) is typing... 
 
Bakshi held his breath waiting for her reply. He enlarged the selfie, taking in the details of her beautiful face.  
 
Purvi (Class 4A) : No sir. I don’t like any of the boys in college.  
Purvi (Class 4A) : I just want to thank you  
Purvi (Class 4A) : Personally *Smiley face*  
Bakshi : You are most welcome, Purvi. Continue to work hard, and all your dreams will come through.  
Purvi (Class 4A) is typing... 
 
Bakshi wanted to kick himself in the head. What a fucking stupid reply. He had two Master degrees to his name and that was the best he could come up with? Why did it sound like he was trying hard to end the conversation when she was willingly flirting hard.   

Purvi (Class 4A) : You did not answer me, sir. *Sad face* 
Purvi (Class 4A) : What else are you going to miss about me? 
 
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All three boys were howling in laughter as Viraj read the chat out loud to the room. “The horny old fuck must be so confused right now.”, he said, trying his best to hold in the laughter.  
 
“Take it further, Viraj.”, Ravi said, his expression suddenly changed. “We could use this in the future, you get what I mean?”, he said, in a serious tone as Viraj nodded in agreement.  
 
Purvi was shaking slightly, afraid of what else these bastards had in mind for her to do. What would Prof. Bakshi think of her now? How could she bring herself to look him in the face in college. Nila sat beside Purvi, holding her hand tightly. “Don’t retaliate.”, she whispered as softly as possible. “Please... listen to me, Purvi.” 
 
Viraj smiled at the two girls on the floor. “Send him another photo!”, he handed the phone back to Nila. “This time, an upper body shot. The old fucker would like that.” 
 
Nila aimed Purvi’s phone towards her, angling it to take a picture of her body from the waist up.  

“Come on, little cow. Push your udders together. Make it sexy!”, Ganesh called out, puckering his fat lips in a kissing motion. “Make the fucker cream his pants.” 
 
Purvi kept her head down, trying to use her hair to cover as much of her face as possible as she stuck her chest out, moving her arms closer to her body so that her heavy breasts were pushing tightly against her T-Shirt.  
 
“Give the camera a kiss.”, Viraj smiled, watching her movements as Nila snapped a few photos and handed the phone back to him.  

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**End of Part 9.**

[B1ryani]

**Part 10.**

Bakshi was looking at his phone with his forehead frowned as multiple answers ran through his mind when he received another notification.  
 
Purvi (Class 4A) sent an image. 
 
He held his breath until the photo loaded and finally popped out on screen. 
 
Purvi was staring straight at the camera, her lips puckered out into a kiss. Her arms were pushed tightly against her sides, making those big tits stick out against her shirt at him. Bakshi let out a little gasp. This little slut, he thought to himself as his lips curled into a little smile. 
 
Purvi (Class 4A) is typing...   

Bakshi waited until the message came through. 

Purvi (Class 4A) : Now, what do you think, sir? *Cheeky face*  
Purvi (Class 4A) :  Would you miss these as well, sir? 
 
Bakshi was slightly stunned by her reply, is she talking about her tits? Was she this daring? Purvi did not seem the type, but you can never know. Sometimes, its these small village types turn wild when they come to the city. Peer pressure and culture shock gets even to the best of them. 
 
He slowly typed out, choosing his words wisely. The brain in his cock was telling him to push further and see where this conversation would take him, but the brain in his head was triggering multiple warnings. Was this random village slut worth risking his entire career over? What if these chats went viral? It would mean the end of him, a pariah in the education community. News travels fast nowadays.  
 
But those tits on her, Bakshi licked his lips.  He can’t stop her from showing him more, can he? He wasn’t the one who asked for any photos, he just asked her how was her final paper. Perhaps, if he played his cards right. .  
 
Bakshi : What do you mean by ‘these’, Purvi?  
 
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Viraj looked at Purvi’s face, taking in the horror and resentment from her face. He was going to strip away her dignity, literally, piece by piece. He laughed out loud, “Hahahaha, the old fucker definitely wants more, Purvi.”. He stared at her; his eyes gleaming as he looked at her chest. “Take your shirt off. Let's give him a show.”  
 
Purvi’s face changed, her expression of anger turned to shock, “No..No... no way.”, she kept her hands up, “I will not...”. 
 
Ganesh stood up, rushing towards her and grabbing her by the wrists.” Come on, little cow.”, he laughed as he held her down. “Pull her top off Doggie. Hurry up!”. 
 
“NoooOoo... get the fuck off me, you bastard!”, Purvi shouted at him, her eyes watering as she struggled and twisted her body on the floor. Ravi got off his chair, smiling widely as he held her legs down. “Please... please... please... Viraj... master... please... don’t...”, Purvi begged, looking at Viraj.  
 
Nila knelt down beside Purvi’s waist, avoiding her eyes as she grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt,” Purvi...I’m so sorry.”. In one swift motion, Nila pulled Purvi’s top up to her shoulders.   

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Purvi (Class 4A) sent an image. 
 
Bakshi was waiting with anticipation, his hands shaking slightly with excitement as he opened the app to let the photo come through.  
 
“Oh fuck.”, he whispered softly to himself.  
 
Purvi had sent him a close-up photo of her chest. Her tits squeezed against each other held in by a low-cut white training bra. The edges of her dark areolas could be seen peeking out from the exposed middle as the bra struggled to hold her breasts in. He could make out the two obvious little bumps poking through the training bra where her nipples were.  
 
Purvi (Class 4A) : These sir. *wink face* 
 
Blood rushed down to Bakshi's cock. His willpower fading fast. He should put an end to this, it was too risky, he thought. But deep down, he also wanted to see more. He has never felt so alive, a girl three times younger than him sending him lewd pictures. It felt like a dream.  He was regretfully going to deny this little slut one last time, he thought hard about his career and reputation.

Bakshi : Purvi 
Bakshi : I don’t think it is appropriate to send your teacher these kinds of pictures. I think of you as a daughter.  
Purvi (Class 4A) : Are you sure, sir? *sad face* 
Purvi (Class 4A) : I just wanted to personally thank you, sir. For everything you have done. 
Purvi (Class 4A) : This is a thank you gift to you, sir.  
Purvi (Class 4A) : Please, sir. Would you like to unwrap your gift? *happy face**wink face*  

Bakshi could feel beads of sweat form on the top of his head as his cock struggled to break free from his pants. This girl could ruin him, but fuck it. He wanted more. Bakshi’s hands were shaking as he replied Purvi’s message. 
 
Bakshi : Yes.  
 
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Purvi laid on the floor, her hands held down by Ganesh, her legs by Ravi as Viraj stood over her holding her phone. She had stopped struggling, tears were slowly starting to roll down her cheeks. Nila could not bear to face her, avoiding her gaze by every means necessary.  
 
Her top was pulled up to her shoulder, with all three boys staring at her chest area. The cheap training bra she had on was too small for her, threatening to break loose at any time. She had stopped moving in fear of that happening.  
 
“Take it off, yaar.”, Ganesh could not take his beady eyes off her breasts.  
 
“Fuck you!”, Purvi screamed at Ganesh as he laughed, gripping her wrists tighter.  
 
“Shut up, cow!”, Viraj shouted back, staring at her. “Remember your place here. You are nothing but a cheap village whore ...” 
 
“Viraj.”, Ravi said, “Maybe we can do a little road trip and pay her sister a visit instead?”, smirking at her.  
 
Viraj laughed as he bent down, placing her phone screen close to Purvi’s face. “Guess who wants to see more, little cow?”, he said, using his right hand to roughly tap her cheek. “Shall we free these udders?”. 
 
Both Ganesh and Ravi cheered loudly as Purvi’s started to twist and turn her body violently again, trying to escape them, shouting, “No... no... nooo...” 
 
“Take her bra off, Doggie.”

**End of Part 10.**

[B1ryani]

**Part 11.**

Nila’s hands were shaking as she watched Purvi struggle to escape these bastards. She hated herself for doing this to her house mate. It was unfair to these girls, who came here looking to better their future, to be put through these torture and humiliation. What else could she do? Nila thought of her own family and the hardships they went through to put her through college. It would break their hearts to know what she had had to endure.  
 
Society did not give a fuck about people like her. The only way to fight back was to get educated. Nila had dreams. She wanted to gain a scholarship and pursue law. Her goal was to one day go back to her little village and fight for her people’s rights. Basic human necessities were denied. Lands were wrongfully taken out of their very noses. She has had enough. If this was what she had to do to achieve her goals, so be it.  
 
Purvi’s heart broke when she saw Prof. Bakshi’s reply. Viraj has scrolled up, showing her the messages and photos that he had sent to him using her name. It felt like a stab in the heart when the man she had once considered to be a father figure lust after her body. Typical men. They are all the same, she cursed.  

“Hurry up Doggie! Or it will be your photos we spread.”, Ganesh growled at her, struggling to hold Purvi down as she tried her best to wiggle free. He had pulled her shirt over her head up to her elbows, locking her arms together.  
 
“Let me go, fucking bastards!”, she screamed, praying a neighbor would hear and come to her rescue.  
 
“Noo!!”, Purvi’s closed her eyes tightly as she felt her training bra snap from the back. Nila quickly grabbed it off her body and threw it under the couch, leaving her upper body bare for all to see. “No... please ...no...”, Purvi begged as tears started to heavily flow out of her eyes.  
 
PHAPPPP!!! Viraj slapped her hard across the face. PHAPPPPP!!!! Another on the other side. The pain rushed up to her brain like bullet as she gasped loudly in-between sobs. Nila fell back, pushing herself backwards up against a wall away from the scene.  
 
“Enough!”, Viraj shouted at her as Purvi’s tried to hush herself from crying loudly, afraid of getting slapped again. She looked up at him, her eyes wide open in fear. Ganesh grabbed her arms, pulling her upwards to a standing position as Ravi let her legs go and went back to his seat. Viraj continued to stand, holding her phone, smiling slightly at the sight before him. 
 
Ravi whistled softly, not taking his eyes off Purvi as Ganesh continued to hold on to her hands above her head. Purvi was breathing hard as she kept her eyes shut and face to the ground. Nila remained on the floor, watching.   

“Stop shouting and screaming, little cow, and Gunda will let your hands go”, Viraj spoke softly, emphasizing every word, “Or you can continue to misbehave, and I will slap you until your teeth fall out. Do you understand me?” 
 
Purvi nodded. She slowly opened her eyes as Ganesh pulled her top off and let her hands go. Purvi immediately covered her exposed breasts, looking down, humiliated and ashamed.  
 
“Move your hands away, Purvi.”, Ravi sneered from his chair, “Come on. Let us have a look.” 
 
Purvi could feel her body shiver from the cold as she slowly moved her hands down to her sides, standing bare chested in the hall for everyone to see. Her heavy breasts hanging off her chest, her dark nipples standing hard at attention towards Viraj.  

“Wahhh... look at the size of those tits.”, Ganesh whispered softly, “I think these are the biggest we have seen so far, yaar!” 
 
Purvi kept her head down, avoiding Viraj’s smile. He held the phone in one hand, placing his right palm under her left breast, feeling the weight of the meat. “Wow. How big are your udders, little cow?”, he cooed mockingly.  
 
“Thir....Thirty-Six... Double D... “, Purvi had stopped her sobbing, sniffling slightly. She was feeling afraid and angry. Purvi felt his thumb touch the tip of her hard nipple, gently rubbing the hard nub.  
 
“We can have some fun with these.”, Viraj said softly, his finger gently tracing the outline of her large dark areolas, feeling every bump and wrinkle. “Do you like having your nipples touched by me?”, he smiled.  
 
“No.”, Purvi shot back, her annoyance getting the best of her. 
 
Viraj gripped her nipple with his thumb and forefinger, pulling it roughly until he heard her cry out in pain. “What did you say, village whore?”, his voice threatening.  
 
“Ye...yes... I do. Fuck. It hurts... please...”, Purvi begged, her hands grabbing his wrists, trying to push him away. Viraj kept her nipple pinched tightly between his fingers, twisting it hard. “Ahhh.. please... Master... please “, she cried out.  
 
“The old fucker Bakshi is waiting for her reply, yaar.”, Ganesh chuckled from where he stood, snapping Viraj back to attention.  
 
“Ah yes. I’ve forgotten about that bastard. Let’s play with him a little while more and move on”, he sneered at Purvi as he let go of her nipple. He was not done, he wanted to humiliate this bitch even more. There was still fight left in her and he wanted to savor every moment of it. He needed to break her spirit. “Take off your pants, little cow.”, he smiled.  
 
“Please... this is enough... I’m begging you...”, Purvi was struggling to maintain her composure. Her left nipple was stinging in pain. Nila continued to watch from the floor, in spite of everything that was taking place, she could not take her eyes off Purvi’s beautiful breasts.  
 
“I won’t repeat myself.”, Viraj whispered to her.  
 
Holding in her breath, Purvi grabbed the sides of her pants, pushing it down to her legs.  
 
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10 minutes had passed since he had replied Purvi’s last message. Bakshi was still seated in his chair, pondering if he had made the right decision. He was a man, subjected to the typical male weakness of a beautiful young female body. Perhaps she was just teasing him, wanting to have a little bit of fun at the end of the semester. Bakshi was slowly rubbing his cock through his pants, “Ahh.. That little slut, what I would give to stick it in her tight ass.”, he whispered to himself.  
 
The phone suddenly vibrated on the table as he scrambled to pick it up, hoping it was Purvi.  
 
Purvi (Class 4A) sent an image.  
 
Bakshi quickly unlocked his phone, waiting for the image to load. “Fuck.”, Bakshi could not take his eyes off the screen. It was a half body shot of Purvi with both her hands holding up her breasts towards the camera. Two large dark areolas with thick pointy nipples greeted him. Her face was covered slightly by her hair, but he knew it was obviously her.  
 
Bakshi was stunned, he was expecting another tease, not a nude. He quickly downloaded all the photos and saved them in a different folder in his phone, afraid that Purvi might delete the chat.  
 
Purvi (Class 4A) is typing… 
 
Bakshi waited anxiously for her message. He could not stop looking at her photo. He wanted to grab her big tits and chew down on those sweet chocolate tips.   
 
Purvi (Class 4A) : Do you like your gift, sir? *smiley face*  
 
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**End of Part 11.**

[B1ryani]

**Part 12.**

Purvi stood in the middle of the small hall in her panties, holding her breasts out towards Viraj like an offering. She tried her best to cover as much of her face as she could with her hair, not wanting him to see the tears beginning to swell up in her eyes again. She had never exposed herself to anybody, let alone having a scandalous picture with her face taken.  

“Beautiful.”, Viraj said softly, looking at her phone, “Bakshi must be rubbing his old cock now, looking at you. He probably thinks of you as a cheap whore now.”, he sneered.  
 
The words hurt her even more than she thought it would. She was feeling humiliated and exposed, her nipples had become rock hard from the cold room. Ganesh and Ravi were smiling widely, enjoying her nudity. Even worse, she was wearing an old cheap thin white panty, the outline of her juicy pussy lips was clear to everyone in the room. She dared not move, afraid that Viraj would slap her again. She let her heavy breasts go, placing her right palm between her legs to try and cover whatever dignity she had left. .  
 
“Did the old fucker reply, yaar?”, Ganesh asked loudly, his voice booming, making Purvi jump a little.  
 
“He probably got a heart attack.”, Ravi replied, making Ganesh laugh out loud. “Are we going to send him any more pictures, Viraj?” 

“Maybe.”, Viraj clicked the phone off, focusing his attention back to Purvi. “What shall we do with you until then?”, he smiled, looking at her hand on her panties, "Are you getting wet, little cow?”   

“No. I am not!”, she burst out again., struggling to contain her anger at him.    

“Maybe we can help with that?”, he snickered at her, watching her face change. “Gunda, have you ever milked a cow?”. Ganesh and Ravi burst out laughing.   

“Nonono... No.. Please... not him...”, Purvi’s eyes opened wide hearing Viraj call Ganesh. Purvi had a bad feeling about Ganesh. She despised him; from the moment he had given Nila dog food to him holding her down as they removed her top.  
 
“No,yaar. Never.”, Ganesh chuckled as he got up from the dining room chair, slowly walking towards her. “But I have been wanting to learn since I saw this cow.”. Ganesh stood behind her, digging his big stomach into her back. He slowly placed his hands around her waist, grabbing her breasts from the bottom. “Wooaaa....”, he let out loud sigh, squeezing it hard. 
 
“Oowww... stop it!”, Purvi shouted loudly, feeling his fat hands press down on her tit meat roughly. Ganesh was very rough, kneading and slapping her breasts, making it dance at Viraj while Ravi laughed. “It hurts... please....”, she cried out.  
 
“Will milk squirt out of these, little cow?”, Ganesh sneered, breathing hard into her neck as his fingers found both her hard nipples, twisting and pulling them, ignoring her pleas.  
 
“AHH.Fuckk... don’t...ahh...”, Purvi was crying now, tears running down her face as her body was locked in embrace by Ganesh, her arms pinned to her sides. He continued to pull on her thick nipples, trying to milk her. “Pleaseeee... it hurtss....”, Purvi was sobbing now, feeling trapped and defeated. He continued on, tormenting her.  
 
“Shall we pierce these, little cow?”, he whispered into her ear,” Put little bells on them so everyone can hear you coming?”, his thumb and forefinger pinching each thick dark nub as she cried out. 
 
“Stop Gunda.”, Viraj put his right hand up, making Ganesh stop immediately. Purvi was trying her best to wiggle her way out of Ganesh fat arms. She wanted to run out of the flat and get help. Both her nipples were burning from his roughhousing, the dark tips sore and throbbing. “The fucker replied.” 
 
“Give me the phone, man.”, Ravi laughed as he reached out, taking the phone from the giggling Viraj and started to read it out loud in a mocking tone again.  

Bakshi Sir : Yes. I love your gift, Purvi.  
Bakshi Sir : Thank you.  
 
Nila remained in her corner, watching Ganesh abuse Purvi’s nipples as the three of them laughed again at Prof. Bakshi’s reply. She was angry at them, more so, at herself for allowing these bastards to exploit Purvi. She was feeling an immense amount of guilt and regret as she watched Ravi type out a reply.  
 
Purvi : What did you like about it the most, sir? *smiley face* 
Bakshi Sir is typing…  
 
“..that you just made me cum in my old man pants, Purvi baby.”, Ravi said out loud making both Viraj and Ganesh howl with laughter.  
 
Bakshi Sir : You have amazing breasts, Purvi.  
Bakshi Sir : Beautiful nipples. I want to bite them.  
Purvi : Are you hard, sir? *winking face* 
Bakshi Sir : Very hard. I want you to suck my cock, Purvi.  
 
Ravi could not hold it in anymore, bursting out laughing at Prof. Bakshi’s reply as he passed the phone back to Viraj.  
 
“Wow“, he turned the screen towards Purvi, letting her read the messages, her loud sobbing turned into whimpering as her lips trembled in sadness and anger. “Your favorite teacher wants you to suck his cock. Would you?”, Viraj sneered at her, waiting for her reply. “Do you want some old cock, little cow?” 
 
Purvi turned her head, avoiding his eyes. Her arms were still pinned to her sides by Ganesh. “It’s probably his first erection in years, yaar.”, Ganesh chuckled from behind her.   

“I’m done playing with this old bastard. “, Viraj smiled. "This message is enough to ruin him.”  

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Bakshi was getting excited now. He was spread out on his chair, his pants pulled down to his knees as he slowly stroked his cock. He hasn’t been this hard in a long time now. He was holding his phone with his left hand, staring at Purvi’s delicious nipples, waiting for her reply. 
 
Purvi (Class 4A) is typing... 
 
“I’m going to fuck this little slut.”, Bakshi whispered softly to himself, making sure not to increase the pace of his strokes. He did not want to cum too quickly.  
 
Purvi (Class 4A) : Would you like to unwrap anything else sir? *winking face* 
 
Bakshi thought of her ass. That sweet ass he loved watching as she walked in and out of his office. The ass he desperately wanted to stick his cock into. There was no holding back now, he was going to be as direct as he could.  
 
Bakshi : Show me your ass, Purvi.  
Purvi (Class 4A) : My ass sir? *smiley face* 
Purvi (Class 4A) : What about my ass, sir? What do you want to see? *winking face* 
 
Bakshi’s hands were shaking with excitement as he tried to type out with one hand, the other edging himself, struggling to hold his cock from erupting. 
 
Bakshi : Spread it. 
Bakshi : Show me your asshole, you little slut..  
 
Bakshi closed his eyes,”ahhh..fuck...”, he could feel the pressure building up from his balls. Will she really send him another nude? Was he pushing his luck? Fuck it. He has a picture of her tits, he owned her now. He felt the phone suddenly vibrate in his hand.  
 
Purvi (Class 4A) sent an image.  
 
Bakshi was shivering in excitement. She actually sent it to him. He smiled widely as he unlocked his phone, waiting for the image to load.  
 
“What the fuck!!”, Bakshi shouted out, his expression turned to horror and shock as he looked at the image of three boys smiling and laughing back at him, the fat one looked very familiar.   
 
Purvi (Class 4A) : The only asshole here is you, sir. *kissing face* *heart* 
You have been blocked from sending messages to this number.

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**End of Part 12.**

[B1ryani]

**Part 13.**

The sound of laughter echoed inside the small flat. All three of the boys were rolling over laughing, thinking about Prof. Bakshi. Purvi stood topless in the middle of the two couches, her nipples erect and sore from Ganesh’s rough groping.  

“That was great, yaar!”, Ganesh spoke in between trying to hold in his laughter, “Can you imagine his face when he saw our photo?” 

“The bastard knows he is fucked.”, Ravi smiled, "I won’t be surprised if he packed his bags and left.” 

“Doubt it. But we own him now.”, Viraj replied, looking at Purvi’s breasts, he knew she was trying to hold back from crying.   

Purvi looked up at him, there were tear stains on her cheeks. Her right hand was still covering her thin white panties, “How could you?!”, she cried out, her hands trembling from rage.” How can you do this? Do you not feel any shame?” She was already starting to feel broken inside. Humiliated and defeated.  

Viraj smiled widely as he leaned back on the 3-seater couch, throwing her phone to his side, “Why would I feel any shame, little cow?”, his eyes shifting between her legs, taking in her smooth creamy thighs, “It’s a picture of your tits that he has on his phone.". The other two laughed again. “I’m thirsty, get me a drink, Gunda.”  

Ganesh got up from his chair and strolled into the little kitchen, opening the fridge. “It’s fucking empty, yaar.”, he shouted out, slamming the fridge door shut. “These poor bitches can’t even afford proper food?”, he commented, sighing heavily as he looked at Nila.  

Viraj looked up at Purvi, a creepy smile carved into his face, “Go and get me a drink, little cow.”, he smiled sweetly at her.  

“What! No. Like this?!”, Purvi was shocked.  

‘’Yes.”, Viraj continued, "There is a little shop downstairs isn’t there. I know it closes late. Go on.”. Everyone in the room was staring at Purvi, waiting for a response.  

“Noo!! Please. I can’t. Not like this.”, Purvi took two steps back, about to break down into tears again.  

Viraj took in her agony, it sounded like music to his ears. He loved watching those he deemed lower than him beg. Even more so, the beautiful young ones. He could not take his eyes off her big tits, those large dark nipples. Viraj was going to slowly enjoy her body after he broke her.  

“Why not?”, he smiled cheekily, waiting for her obvious response.  

“Please, Viraj... master... At least let me wear a shirt.”, Purvi sniffled as she bowed her head, putting both her hands together. She could not bear the thought of having to leave the flat the way she was. “Please...”. 

“Alright then.”, he smiled widely, looking at her face. “This will be the second part of your ragging.”. Both Ganesh and Ravi cheered happily, as Viraj leaned forward and grabber her hand, pulling Purvi closer to him.  

“I will be kind enough to give you two options, little cow.”, Viraj took his wallet out, slowly removing a few hundred-rupee notes and rolled it. Option 1, you go as you are, show the world your magnificent udders, and buy us our drinks.” 

Purvi closed her eyes, afraid of what might come next.  

“Option 2, you will wear a top, of Ravi’s choice...” 

Ravi smiled at her, nodding his head slightly. Viraj pushed Purvi’s hand away from her panties, taking a good long look at the outline of her pussy lips. He grabbed the garters from the top, pulling it down slowly to expose her shaved pubic mound, stopping just before her pussy could be seen. 

“Noooo!!!!”,Purvi screamed loudly, taken by surprise that Viraj dared touch her most intimate area. She tried desperately to push his hands away.   

“...you will wear a top..”, he slowly slid the money into her panties, releasing his hand as she felt the rolled paper slide in between her pussy lips, gently pressing against her clit. “...but the cashier will have to take his money from here.”, he looked up and smiled at her.  

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Halim was tired. He has had a long day, from doing his stock check to rearranging the various snacks and drinks that were delivered to his little mart on the ground floor of this old student flat. This was his retirement plan; he wasn’t given a choice. A desperate last attempt to provide for himself.  

He was 72 years old now, still fit as a fiddle. His body was skinny muscular with a little pouch of a tummy from the late-night drinks he likes to have with his friends, the ones that are still alive anyway. He is a strict disciplinarian, having served with the armed forces in the Indian Army for close to 40 years before being dishonorably discharged. He and his platoon were found guilty of r*pe and torture against women and children in the last war. 

During that time, he had still managed to father 7 children with his now deceased wife. His children do not want to be a part of his life anymore, after they found the skeletons in his closet. The little mart was his life now, day in day out, watching these young boys and girls buy their basic necessities, and sometimes, their vices. He did not care, he still sold cigarettes and liquor to the young, whatever that would put some money in his pocket.  

It was already 12.10 AM as Halim sat on his little wooden chair facing his note book, going through the sales of the day. His shutters were half closed, indicating no more customers were allowed in. Only one light was on, facing the table.   

He thought of the young college girls that lived above, they reminded him of his victims of war. Throwing their bodies at him pleading to release their husbands, fathers, brothers and children. He and his boys would torture and fuck them of course, in front of their loved ones before putting a bullet into each of their heads.  

What great memories he had; times were simpler back then. No social media. Facebook, Instagram, Tik-Tok, he could not understand any of it, but he was glad none of his actions were blasted out to the public when he was found guilty. No one here knew of course; he left his village when the news broke of his crimes through word of mouth. This was the furthest he could go where no one would recognize him. An old comrade had left the shop in his care, allowing him to take over the business rent free.  

Halim took out a pack of cigarettes from his drawer, slowly lighting one up and took a deep drag, reminiscing his glory days.  

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“Please... please have mercy on me, Viraj...”, Purvi fell to the floor, trying to touch his legs to beg him. 

PHAPPP!!!, Viraj slapped her left cheek hard as she fell back, her heavy breasts jiggling as she quickly placed her hand to try and numb the pain. “What did I say, fucking village whore!”, he shouted at her, his face twisted in anger. "You do not deserve to call me by name! Make a choice, fucking cow” 

Purvi started to sob loudly, cursing her fate. The rolled-up notes inside her panties were very uncomfortable. The edges of the paper scratching against her tender pussy lips.  

“FUCK YOU!.”, Purvi shouted at him from the floor, much to the amazement of Ganesh and Ravi. “Why should I listen to you anymore?!”  

Viraj was surprised, there was still some fight in her. He leaned back, enjoying the moment thoroughly. Time to give this bitch a little reality check.  

“Doggie, come here.”, Viraj whistled at Nila. Purvi’s eyes shot towards her face. In her angry state, she had forgotten about Nila. She watched as Nila got off the floor, slowly making her way towards him. “Let me show you what happens to little village whores who don’t listen to us.”  

He grabbed Nila’s right wrist, holding her steady as she stood beside him. “Did you receive my little gift?". Viraj smiled sweetly at her, like a man proposing to his love.

Nila nodded, very slowly.  

“Are you wearing it, Doggie?”, Ganesh spoke out, chuckling slightly enjoying the scene playing in front of him. Ravi was smiling, his back arched forward, not wanting to miss a beat as well.

Nila nodded again; her face covered slightly by her hair. Purvi was looking at her from top to bottom. What gift was this bastard talking about? She wasn’t wearing any chains, rings or bracelets. Not even a pair of earrings. 

 “Shall we show this little cow your beautiful jewelry?”, Viraj smiled slyly.  

“What..wait..no..!”, This was the first time Nila had spoken to them since all three entered their home. Before she could react, her face turned to shock as Viraj grabbed her shorts, pulling it down to the floor.  

“What do you think? Beautiful, isn't it?” 

Purvi’s face went dark as she stared at the sight before her. Nila was not wearing any panties, showing off her dark brown clean-shaven pussy lips to everyone in the hall. They were thick and puffy, with her little blackish pink labia flaps sticking out from between her slit. But that was not what caught Purvi’s eyes.  

On Nila’s left pussy lip, there was a silver ring, which looked like one of the earring’s that Ravi was wearing. It was pierced into the meat. The brushed silver metal sticking out like a sore thumb against her dark pussy skin. Attached to it was a little dangling silver pendant in the shape of a dog bone.  

Viraj placed his left hand between her thighs, holding the little pendant out for Purvi to get a closer look. He tugged at it a little bit, pulling Nila’s pierced pussy lip outwards. Her face grimaced in discomfort.  

“I had it custom made, just for this bitch.”, he smiled widely, giving Purvi a closer look. Purvi moved forward, she tried to cover her open mouth as she barely made out the little italic engraving on the dog bone pendant. 

Nilashini

**End of Part 13.**

[B1ryani]

**Author's Note** - Yes. I am aware Tik-Tok has been banned in India since 2020. 

[B1ryani]

**Part 14.**

“Why?... why did you do this...?”, Purvi was looking at the little pendant in between Nila’s legs. She was stunned, unable to take her eyes off Nila’s pierced pussy lip.  

“Doggie here thought she would be a hero, didn’t you?”, Viraj smiled, his left forefinger gently grazing along Nila’s slit. Occasionally, he will pull on the pendant, making her left pussy lip stretch. “But that would be a story for later. Now, have you made a decision, little cow?” 

Purvi looked up at Nila, her eyes wide, “Did they do this to you?..” she asked, her voice soft. “They hurt you.Go to the security officer, Nila.”. Nila kept her eyes on the ground, watching Viraj’s hand playing with the little pendant.  

Ganesh and Ravi burst out laughing. “The security officer? Do you know what they...”. Ganesh stopped talking as Viraj put his right hand up, stopping him midsentence again.  

“Option 1 or 2?”, Purvi felt Viraj’s sharp eyes gaze into her soul. There wasn’t much to think about. There was no way she would be leaving the flat topless. She could only pray dadaji’s mart was closed by now, but they would probably ask her to walk down the road to the next open shop. What would Ravi choose for her to wear? She did not own any scandalous clothes. So many thoughts were running through her head.  

“2 … option 2 …", Purvi stammered. Viraj took his hand off Nila, clapping them cheerfully.  

“Ravi, you heard her.”, he giggled excitedly. ” Pick a top... from Doggie’s clothes...”  

Shit. Nila’s bust was significantly smaller than hers. Anything from her closet was going to be extremely tight on her. But it was still better than going out half nude, Purvi thought to herself. Viraj knew that as well, deliberately not taking any of Purvi’s clothes for her to wear. Purvi stayed on the floor, arching her knees upwards to cover her breasts. She would occasionally look at Nila’s pussy, wondering what had happened for her to be so accepting of anything these three asked her.  

Ravi got up and walked towards Nila’s room, leaving the door wide open behind him. Purvi turned her head, watching him rummage through her clothes, leaving piles on the floor for her to clean up later.  

“Hurry up, yaar.”, Ganesh chuckled loudly from the dining area,” It’s not like they have a lot of clothes to choose from.” 

“Got it!”, Ravi exclaimed, holding a white top as he walked back to the hall, throwing it at Purvi.  

“Alright. Cover your udders and fetch me my drink, little cow.”, Viraj smiled as Purvi unfolded the top. It was a very thin skimpy white sleeveless top that Nila would occasionally wear to sleep. Purvi glanced under the 3-seater couch at her bra, considering grabbing it.  

“I know what you’re thinking. No bra.”, Viraj was watching her every move with great interest.  

Purvi slowly slipped the top over her head, struggling to pull it down over her breasts. On her, it became extremely body fit due to the size of her chest. She slowly pushed herself upwards, standing up in front of Viraj and Nila, adjusting her top. Purvi looked down at her body, the material was struggling to contain the abundance of tit meat on her chest. The outlines of her dark areolas could be seen very clearly, not to mention her two thick nipples sticking out at attention. The top was barely long enough to cover her panties, exposing her thighs and ass when she walked. 

“Very nice.”, Viraj clapped slowly, “Why don’t you follow her down, Ravi. Keep an eye on her in case she gets any smart ideas.” 

Ravi gave him a thumbs up, his eyes not leaving Purvi’s suffocating breasts. “Shall we?” 

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Halim could feel his cock slowly beginning to grow as he sat in front of his accounts. He was not in the mood to think about money right now. He flicked the butt of the cigarette into the ashtray beside him as he laid back, adjusting his lungi slightly to give his old cock some space to breathe between his legs.  

It’s been many years since he has had sex, let alone laid his hands on a woman. Who would want an old man like him? He loved to watch the young college girls from the flat come in. Most were decently dressed, some, the wilder ones, would come by to buy a pack of cigarettes in their skimpy dresses before they went for their night out in the town. He would steal a glance at their cleavage, or their tight asses as they moved around, nothing more.  

Halim maintained his appearance as an innocent old man, always smiling sweetly at his customers. Nobody here knew about his checkered past, nobody questioned him. Everyone within the vicinity lovingly called him ‘dadaji’ out of respect for his age.  

He picked up the crumpled pack of cigarettes, slowly lighting one up as his mind wandered to a memory from 40 years ago.  

Halim was young then, at peak physical health. His thick hungry cock sniffing out the next target he would like to fuck. Nobody cared about what his platoon did here. They were placed in the middle of nowhere surrounded by random little villages filled with natives that did not support their cause, expected to handle any enemy combatants that came their way with no backup or support.  

Both Anil and him, another member of his corps, were placed on duty patrolling the jungles along the border, when they came across a young woman bathing by the river. She was beautiful, her body slightly fleshy, big heavy breasts hung off her chest and a thick little bush between her legs. Little droplets of water glistened under the sunlight off her light brown skin as she washed herself. They stood their ground, watching from behind a tree. 

“Fuck. Look at that.”, Anil whispered as softly as he could, poking Halim in the arm.  

 “Shall we introduce ourselves?”, Halim whispered back, his cock starting to itch as it grew in his uniform. It has been quite some time since he had gotten some action. He could not take his eyes off her beautiful young body. 

“Let’s wait. She might not be alone” 

“Or she could lead us to an enemy base camp.”, Halim shot back, eager to get closer to this mysterious woman.  

“We could wait. Then follow her. She could be just a random native”, Anil shrugged. Anil was much younger than Halim, unfortunately placed in his team, expected to die for a cause nobody here knew about. He quickly grew accustomed to the ways of his new platoon.  

“Let’s go, she’s done.”, Halim picked up his gun, moving slowly as to not make any noise.  

They both watched her slowly put on her clothes, making her way upwards, disappearing into the dense forest. They followed her as silently as they could, praying hard that she would not notice them. They kept walking until they finally reached the edge of the jungle, staring into a wide-open space surrounded by farms and little huts. The woman entered a little brown hut right at the edge of the opening.   

Anil peeked in through a little gap, “There are three of them inside, that girl and her parents, I think.” 

“Perfect.”, Halim sneered back at him. 

Both the young men stormed into the little hut in the guise of suspecting the family of harboring enemy combatants, shooting the old man in the stomach. Anil grabbed the old lady, throwing her onto the floor and tying her hands together, leaving the young woman to fend for herself. Distraught by the death of the old man, Halim took the opportunity to grab the young woman, tearing off her clothes as he forced himself onto her.  

There are no words for the horrors that the young woman experienced that night. When both the soldiers had their fill, she welcomed the bullet. Halim made sure there were no witnesses, shooting the old woman in the head as they walked out of the little hut.  

Many years had passed and there were many similar stories to this throughout Halim’s career in the army. Eventually, they had started to get sloppy. Thinking they were untouchable, in one raid, a victim had survived. Requesting help from an NGO, the case had caused quite a stir within the upper ranks. Halim and his platoon were reprimanded and court martialed. But due to his years of service and contribution to the country, the cases were hushed. He was thrown out of the army, unable to reap the benefits of having a pension to retire peacefully.  

Unfortunately for him, a young man from his little village was in the army as well, and had heard the rumors. The news spread like wildfire, making Halim a social outcast. Villagers and elders he knew as a child spat at him as he walked by. It’s been many years since; and Halim has adapted to his new life here.  

He removed his glasses and placed them on the table, stretching his body.  

“I’ll continue tomorrow...”, he whispered to himself as he took another long puff.

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**End of Part 14.**