Misc. Erotica College Ordeal - Breaking A College Topper

[masterofvilla]

Disclaimer:




The following story is intended for adult audiences only. 

It contains explicit content, including but not limited to graphic sexual situations, adult themes, and mature language. 

Reader discretion is advised. This work of fiction is meant for entertainment purposes and does not reflect the views or behavior of the author. 

The characters, events, and scenarios depicted are entirely fictional and do not represent real individuals or occurrences. 



This is a long story and a slow burner so please be patient, enjoy it and provide healthy feedback.


Enjoy responsibly.

Index:

1) Seeds Of Obsession

2) Kingpin Of The Campus

[masterofvilla]

Chapter 1: Seeds Of Obsession

The farmhouse stood at the edge of a sprawling, barren field, its once-white walls now faded and cracked, with ivy crawling stubbornly up the sides. 

The roof, once a proud shade of red, had lost its vibrancy, its tiles chipped and worn. 

The air around the farmhouse was thick with the scent of decay and neglect. 

Inside, the walls were streaked with the residue of cigarette smoke, and the floors were littered with empty liquor bottles, crumpled cigarette packs, and the occasional scattering of weed. 

It was a place where Rashid spent most of his time nowadays, where the world outside seemed to not matter for him.

Rashid sat in front of the laptop, wearing nothing but his underwear. 

His hair was disheveled, and his eyes were bloodshot. 

He took a long drag from a cigarette, his hand shaking as he held it. 

He had been looking at the photos for hours, his mind filled with dirty thoughts about this girl.

She was a young woman with pretty features and a confident smirk that seemed to challenge the world. 

Her face had a grace that Rashid found both captivating and infuriating.

He held a phone to his ear, his voice low and gravelly as he spoke to someone on the other end. 

"You see, my friend," Rashid said, his tone laced with a mix of resentment and obsession, 

"this girl... she's different. She's got this attitude, this way of carrying herself like she owns the world. 

And that confidence... it's not just confidence. It's arrogance. She thinks she's better than everyone else."

The man on the other end of the line responded, his voice muffled and indistinct, but Rashid didn't need to hear him clearly to know what he was saying. 

He could sense the agreement, the shared sentiment. "Yes, exactly," Rashid continued. 

"She needs to be taught a lesson. She needs to know that she's not invincible, that she's not above everyone else."

There was a pause, and Rashid could almost hear the man's thoughts. "But, Why her?" the man asked finally.

Rashid leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the photos on the screen. 

"There's something about her," he said, his voice softening slightly, but still carrying an edge. 

"She's pretty, yes, but it's more than that. 

It's the way she moves, the way she interacts with people. 

She thinks she's a queen, and everyone else is just a pawn."

"You remember the story I told you about that hottie Ritika, I had her only for three days. 
But this girl, she will have to bear my wrath for years." Rashid said grudgingly.

The man on the phone laughed, a rough, gravelly sound. "She deserves it," he said.

Rashid smiled, a cold, calculated smile. 

"Oh, she does. And I'm going to make sure she gets exactly what she deserves."

After the call ended, Rashid sat in silence for a moment, his eyes still fixed on the photos. 

He could feel the resentment burning inside him, the obsession that had been growing for months. 

He had helped the man on the phone get into the prestigious college, pulling strings and making calls, and now it was time for the man to repay the favor. 

Rashid had a plan, for bringing her under his control.

He scrolled through the photos again, each one fueling his anger and his desire. 

His men had taken these pictures without her knowledge, sneaking shots when she wasn't looking, capturing moments when she was unaware. 

He was drawn to her, to the fire that burned inside her, to the strength that she wore like a shield.

But he wanted to break that shield, to shatter the confidence that made her so formidable. 

He wanted her to know what it felt like to be weak, to be vulnerable, to be at the mercy of someone else. 

And he was willing to do whatever it took to make that happen.

As he scrolled through her pictures, Rashid's mind began to wander to darker places. 

He imagined grabbing the girl, tying her wrists behind her back with a leash. 

He pictured her knees dig into the cold floor of his bedroom as he yanked on the leash, forcing her to crawl towards him.

"You're mine now, bitch," he growled. "I'm going to use you however I want."

Rashid closed his eyes, lost in the depraved world his imagination created. 

He could almost hear her cries of pain and protest as he used her. 

His own breathing grew heavy as he touched himself, moaning softly.

He jerked in his chair with a groan, the fantasy overwhelming his senses. 

Cumming into his pants. He gasped for breath, chest heaving, the intense pleasure leaving him lightheaded.

But the satisfaction was short-lived. That hollowness crept into his heart again, the desperate need to have her for real. 

To rewrite those sick daydreams in blood and flesh.

He had to have her. No matter what it took.

And then his mind wavered back to the day since the incident. 

It had been two months since everything changed for Rashid. 

Since she entered his mind and never left.

He could still feel the sting of her slap. 

And see the look in her eyes when she had done it. 

That look that he couldn't forget.

And now he had her right where he wanted her now. 

And he would make sure she paid for every bit of the humiliation she had shown him...even if it took everything he had.

[Projectmp]

The plot looks very interesting and unique . I am excited that who will be the female lead . What will be her stats. How beautiful she is . The name is still not announced. Excited for next update

[masterofvilla]

The plot looks very interesting and unique . I am excited that who will be the female lead . What will be her stats. How beautiful she is . The name is still not announced. Excited for next update

Thanks bro. Yes the story will be a slow burner and pick up pace slowly. Hope you like the next chapters as well.

[Saikarthik]

Nice plot good start

[masterofvilla]

Chapter 2: Kingpin Of The Campus

The sleepy town of Rajgargh lay nestled in the heart of rural India. 

A patchwork of clay huts and ramshackle shops, it was a place where time seemed to move at a slower pace. 
The narrow, unpaved streets were rarely traversed by any vehicles except the occasional auto-rickshaw, bicycle or horse-drawn cart. 
Most of the townsfolk went about their days on foot, content with the simple pleasures of life.

The people of Rajgargh were a humble bunch. 
Farmers, shopkeepers, artisans and laborers - all living hand-to-mouth. 
They rose with the sun to tend to their fields and businesses, and retired as soon as the stars began to twinkle in the night sky. 
Life was hard, but they found strength in their community.
 
In centre of Rajgarh, stood a grand, gaudy estate atop a hill overlooking the town, a symbol of Amir Qureshi's wealth and power. 
Everyone in Rajgargh knew that his money didn't come from honest means. 
He was involved in all sorts of illegal businesses and schemes, but no one dared to cross him. 
To do so would be to court trouble - or worse.

Amir's only son, Rashid, was the spitting image of his father. 
Arrogant, brash and a spendthrift, he flaunted his wealth at every opportunity. 
He would zoom through the town's streets in his black SUV car, music blaring, leaving clouds of dust in his wake. 
The townsfolk would scowl and mutter as he passed by, but would never dare say a word to his face.

One day, Amir summoned Rashid to his study. 
"It's time you got an education," he barked. "I'm not paying for you to loaf around all day! Enroll in college."

Rashid rolled his eyes. "What's the point? I don't need a degree to run the family business."

Amir slammed his fist on the desk, making Rashid jump. 
"You'll do as I say! A degree will be good for appearances. It will show people that the Qureshi family is respectable."

Rashid snorted. "Whatever. Fine, First I'll have to go to pre-university college. But you better not interfere with my lifestyle."

Amir narrowed his eyes. "See that it doesn't. And Rashid..."

"Yes?"

"Stay out of trouble"

Rashid just shrugged and sauntered out of the room.

Thus Rashid begrudgingly began attending classes at the local college. 
It was a small, modest college that was the best Rajgargh had to offer. 
The facilities were rundown and the professors overworked, but the students were a dedicated bunch. 
They dreamed of one day escaping the confines of their small town to make something of themselves in the wider world.

And Rashid quickly became a thorn in the side of the college. 
He would show up late to class, if he showed up at all. 
He'd disrupt the lectures with his antics, much to the amusement of his sycophantic friends and the despair of his teachers. 
The other students resented his arrogance and lack of respect.

Rashid's wealth wasn't just a matter of money; it was a weapon. 
He used it to manipulate, to control, and to dominate. 

His power, however, wasn't just about money. 
Rashid had a sharp mind, a mind that could think several steps ahead of anyone else. 
He was ruthless in his dealings, and he knew exactly how to get what he wanted. 
Whether it was intimidating professors to give him good grades or convincing the college administration to bend the rules for him, Rashid always found a way.

But with great power comes great arrogance, and Rashid was no exception. 
He believed that he was above the law, that no one could touch him. And for the most part, he was right. 
The college administration, despite knowing about his antics, turned a blind eye. 
They were either bribed or intimidated into submission or feared his father.

Rashid's reign of terror began almost as soon as he joined the college. 
He would often pick on his batchmates, just to assert his dominance. 
He would make them do his homework, carry his bags, and even clean his car. 
Those who refused were dealt with harshly. 
Rashid had a network of informers and loyalists who would report any sign of dissent, and he would crush it before it could spread.

Soon after he joined college, an incident occured that etched fear in minds of other students about Rashid.

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The freshers' party was an annual event, a night when the seniors welcomed the new batch of students. 
It was a night of fun, music, and dance, but it was also a night of opportunity for people like Rashid. 
For him, the freshers' party was a hunting ground, a place where he could pick beautiful girls.

Rashid had heard about a particular senior girl. 
She was said to be the most beautiful girl in the college.

The alluring Ritika Choudhary. 
Her mere presence lit up the entire campus, captivating the eyes of every boy who laid eyes on her. 
Ritika's beauty was truly unmatched, a breathtaking sight to behold.

Her voluptuous figure turned heads wherever she went. 
Ritika's ample breasts jutted out proudly, straining against the fabric of her tight tops. 
The way they bounced with each confident stride was hypnotic, making the college men weak in the knees. 
Her round, perky ass swayed mesmerizingly in her short skirts, an irresistible peach begging to be squeezed and spanked.

But Ritika's stunning good looks went beyond her curvy body. 
Her face was a flawless work of art - high cheekbones, piercing brown eyes rimmed with long lashes, pouty lips that hinted at sweet temptations. 
She had a petite, delicate nose and a smattering of cinnamon freckles dusted across the bridge, giving her an irresistible pixie charm.

Ritika's long, muscular legs were endless, perfect for wrapping tightly around a lucky guy as she rode him into ecstasy. 
Her smooth caramel skin practically glowed in the sunlight. 
Everyone fantasized about worshiping every inch of those gorgeous legs.

The boys on campus were absolutely consumed by lust for Ritika. 
They'd do anything just to have her attention, to feel her soft lips on theirs, to bury their faces between her heaving tits. 
The most popular jocks, the smooth-talking frat boys, the introverted nerds - it didn't matter. Ritika could have her pick of any man she wanted. 
They'd be putty in her capable hands.

They fantasized about burying their faces in her ample cleavage, sucking and biting her perky pink nipples. 
They dreamed of spanking and groping her big bubble butt as they fucked her hard from behind. 
They craved a taste of her sweet, pink pussy, to feel her lips wrapped around their manhood.

And so did Rashid.
He had seen her from afar, and was immediately smitten. 
He wanted her, and he would stop at nothing to make her his.

The night of the freshers' party arrived, and the college auditorium was buzzing with energy. 
The music was loud, the lights were flashing, and the crowd was dancing. 
Rashid stood at the edge of the dance floor, scanning the crowd for any sign of Ritika.

And then he saw her. She was standing near the stage, laughing with a group of friends. 
She was even more beautiful than he had imagined, her green eyes sparkling under the bright lights. 
Rashid's heart raced as he watched her, his mind racing with thoughts of how he could approach her.

But before he could make his move, he saw someone else. Rakesh Sinha, a senior he knew well, was standing next to Ritika, talking to her. 
Rashid's eyes narrowed as he watched the two of them. They were laughing together, their bodies close, and Rashid could tell that they were more than just friends.

Rakesh was a tall, lean young man with a strong sense of justice. He was the president of the college's student union and was known for standing up for what was right. 
When Rashid started bullying others, Rakesh took it upon himself to put a stop to it and had confronted Rashid couple of times.

He was holding her hand, and they seemed deeply engrossed in a conversation. 
Rashid’s heart twisted with jealousy. He had seen them together before, and now, as he watched them flirting, he felt a surge of anger and longing. 
Ritika was everything he wanted in a girlfriend—beautiful, smart, and popular. But she was already taken, and that fact burned him like a fire.

As the night wore on, Rashid’s anger grew. He watched as Ritika and Rakesh danced together, their bodies swaying to the music. 
He couldn’t take it anymore. He pushed through the crowd and approached them, his heart pounding in his chest.

“Hey, Rakesh,” Rashid said, his voice low and menacing. Rakesh turned around, a look of surprise on his face.

“Rashid? What’s up, man?” Rakesh asked, his tone friendly despite the tension in the air.

“Stay away from her,” Rashid growled, his eyes narrowing.

Rakesh blinked. “What are you talking about? Ritika and I are just friends.”

“Don’t lie to me!” Rashid snapped, his voice rising. 
“I’ve seen the way you look at her, the way you touch her. You think you can just take her from me? Well, you can’t. She’s mine.”

Ritika’s eyes widened in shock. “Rashid, what are you talking about? Rakesh and I are just friends. I don’t even know you!”

“Shut up!” Rashid screamed, his face red with rage. 
“You don’t know me? I’ve been watching you, Ritika. And I’m not going to let Rakesh take you away from me.”

The music had stopped, and the crowd around them was staring. 
Rakesh took a step forward, his fists clenched. “You’re crazy, Rashid. Stay away from us.”

Without another word, Rashid punched Rakesh in the face. Rakesh stumbled back, blood trickling from his nose. 
Ritika screamed, and the crowd erupted into chaos. 
His friends rushed over and pulled Rashid away, but not before he had landed a few more punches.

As Rashid was dragged out of the hall, he turned around and shouted, 
“This isn’t over! I’ll make you pay for this, Rakesh. And Ritika, you’re mine. You just don’t know it yet.”

The next day, Rakesh and Ritika went to the principal’s office to file a complaint against Rashid. 
Rakesh’s face was swollen, and his nose was still sore from the fight. 
Ritika was visibly shaken but determined to stand up for herself and Rakesh.

The Principal assured them of action, but she couldn’t shake off the feeling of unease. 
Rashid’s words had unsettled her, and she couldn’t stop thinking about the way he had looked at her—like she was something he owned.

Rashid was furious when he heard about the complaint. He had expected Rakesh and Ritika to back down, but instead, they had gone to the principal. 
He couldn’t believe they were standing up to him like this. He had to teach them a lesson, once and for all.

A few days later, Rakesh and Ritika suddenly disappeared from college. 
Their parents filed a missing persons' report, but the cops refused to investigate. 
They must have run away from home, they concluded.

The gossip mill in college was churning out all sorts of speculations and rumors about the disappeared couple. Some said they were spotted in another city, while others claimed Rakesh had ditched Ritika for another girl. But the truth was much more sinister.

Three days after their disappearance, a black SUV was spotted in the most isolated and desolate part of the college premises, a place only frequented by dropouts and riffraff. 
Rakesh emerged from the vehicle. Rakesh looked visibly shaken, his face bruised and clothes torn. 

And then, Ritika stumbled out of the SUV, her movements were unsteady, her figure shaking as if blasted by some unseen force. 
Sobs wracked her body, tears streaming down her face. She clutched at her torn top, the fabric barely covering her bruised chest.

She could barely walk straight.
It was clear that Rashid had "taught them a lesson" in the most brutal and inhumane way possible.

Catcalls and lewd whistles echoed from the shadowy alleys as the girl stumbled past. 
The boys lounging there, barely more than brats themselves, hooted and hollered at her disheveled state. 
Ritika flinched from their jeers, curling in on herself. She felt utterly exposed, violated in a way she couldn't begin to comprehend.

"Looks like Rashid showed them their place!" someone snickered. 
"Rakesh didn't know how to handle a woman, but Rashid sure did!" laughed another. 

Ritika shrank back, covered her face with her hands and started sobbing as the crowd jeered at her.

Rakesh tried to shield Ritika and hustle her away, but he was too weakened by his own ordeal to stand up against the jeering mob. 
They taunted him about being a "pussy" and said he must be impotent to let Rashid "use" his girlfriend. 
Rakesh's face burned with shame and humiliation.

Bystanders filmed the scene on their phones. 
Not a single person tried to help the distraught couple or question Rashid, who watched from a distance with a self-satisfied smirk. 
In that moment, Rakesh and Ritika realized that in a society like this, there was no justice for the weak and the victimized. 
The abusers would always be protected, while the oppressed would be left to suffer in silence.
Rakesh and Ritika limped away, traumatized and broken. 
They knew they would never be able to show their faces in college again.

Rakesh was ashamed and afraid. He now always stayed in his room, jumping at every noise, convinced the Rashid would come for him again, he never went to college back.

Ritika and her entire family disappeared from the town. 
The neighbors reported seeing them load everything into a moving truck and vanish overnight. 
No one ever saw or heard from them again.

From that day on, nobody dared to cross Rashid in the college.
Even the class presidents and seniors gave Rashid a wide berth, knowing not to cross him lest they face his wrath.
His rule continued unchallenged.

...Until the day he met her.

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The most studious girl in the college...

She was the complete opposite of Rashid in every way imaginable. 
She always had her nose buried in a book and her glasses perched on the end of her nose. 
She was the type who easily passed off in a crowd, content to blend into the background and let others take the spotlight.

Beneath her reserved exterior beat the heart of a rebel. 
She had a sarcastic sense of humor, a sharp tongue that could cut down even the most arrogant of foes, and a confidence that would make even the most seasoned player weak in the knees.
She was pretty, in an understated sort of way, with an attitude that commanded respect.

They lived in different worlds, and that's how it seemed destined to stay, until towards the end of their college days, an unassuming incident occurred that changed everything.

[Crazy007]

Finally a slow burning erotica loading in this forum hope to see more updates soon

Let's see how the writer take it further

Stories like this have been missing in this forum hopefully we will get more and more when the story is not rushed

[Navipal007]

Beautiful start to the story

[masterofvilla]

Finally a slow burning erotica loading in this forum hope to see more updates soon

Let's see how the writer take it further

Stories like this have been missing in this forum hopefully we will get more and more when the story is not rushed

Thanks bro. Yes intending to make it a long slow burner.

[Dominetrix]

Nice start