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Chapter 1 : My first experience
The
puja holidays were over, and one by one we all started returning to the hostel.
Although the college was set to reopen on 22nd
October, but I flew back on 19th October. Had my dinner in
the flight and it was round 10 when I reached the hostel. I was very tired;
hence I changed and went to sleep. The next morning was a bright sunny day. Most of my batch-mate returned by the noon. My room mate
also returned. We chatted the whole afternoon and evening about our vacations.
We visited a nearby shopping mall and had a blast. I was also concerned about
my seniors’ behaviors; I talked to her about it. She told me not to worry
things will ease up. We came back to the hostel around 8. At night we took our
dinner and went back to our rooms. There I took a shower, brushed my teeth and
dawned my new night-suit. It was a lovely dress, semi-netted and short, I
bought it this puja. My room-mate also acknowledged my choice. Then I started
the usual chores like applying creams etc, and then went to the bed. A soft
music was been played on FM, that made me fall asleep very soon.
I
was deep in my sleep, but started feeling something very disturbing. Initially
I ignored it, as I didn’t have the desire to wake up. I thought I was dreaming.
But slowly the feeling increased, I felt being dragged. I wanted to move but
couldn’t move my arms. As I woke up and tried to open my eyes, the strong light
hit my eyes. I couldn’t open them for a while. Soon I realized something fishy
was going on. When I opened my eyes, I was surrounded by my seniors. My arms
and legs were tied to the four corners of the bed. I was taken aback
completely. I was very surprised. I started struggling, but I was tied too
tightly. I started calling for help. They said I was wasting my time and no one
would dare interfere. I couldn’t think, possibly what they could do to me. But
certainly I never thought to the extent they went that day and pretty regularly
after that. I then started begging to them, but they kept on abusing me and teasing
me. They asked me to go and complain the vice
chancellor, and he also might find me like helping in this condition. When I
said that I definitely will, which I think I was a fool of saying. At this they
started slapping me, really hard. I was in tears, both my cheeks soaked with
tears. I begged them to stop but they carried on. My cheeks became dark red and
it was paining like hell. Then one of them brought a scissor and started
cutting my night-suit. I started begging more desperately as struggling was out
of question. But they had become real monsters that night. My precious new
night-suit was soon off my body, and I felt very humiliated lying there in my
bra and panties. Adding to that they were teasing me more, caressing my body.
Rubbing their hands over my bra and panty; pushing their fingers towards my
pussy. Then another cut off my bra and then panty, I was like cant stand the
humiliation any more. I shut my eyes and kept on begging, but somewhere inside
I knew it was of no use. Later they untied me but only to turn me around and
tie again. I felt a little less humiliated as only my back portion was exposed
now. My breast and pussy was hidden between me and the bed. Soon I was being
whipped on my bare ass. They had a cane which started injecting stingy blows.
My ass was as if on fire, so mean the spanking was. It stopped very later but I
started bleeding by then. They told me that they will medicate me and nothing
will happen, so in the name of medication they applied some antiseptic and it
was like really burning me off. I exploded into tears. But more I cried more
they applied it. Later they left me in my condition and went off to sleep.
I
was really in deep pain, later after they left, my room-mate untied me and
helped me to the bathroom. There I took a shower and spent the whole night
crying. I knew that it’s just the beginning, and I am into deep shit now. I
came out changed and went to bed. But the horror of the night kept on chasing
me even in my dreams, I couldn’t sleep whenever I closed my eyes, I felt as if
I was going to be tortured again, I was so scared that I didn’t realized when
the night of my agony was over and it had given way to a new day. A day which was completely different, with loads of challenges now.
I was scared of to face them in the brightness of the night. I was so hardly
wanting for the last night incident to be a bad dream, but it wasn’t to be. It
was as real as my thoughts were then. I didn’t want to get out of my room. What
if they do it again, now in front of everyone? How will I
stand the humiliation, how will I face them. But that wasn’t to be…
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