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Indian Dorm Life

By: cowboy109



My name is Sheela. Sheela means off good character. I am from a rural part of Karnataka that you have never heard of before. My parents told me the stories of the Vijayanagara Empire and all the like large empires that were started in our Indian state. All the while, we were sitting in a simple hut with only a thin wooden board between my fanny and the soil. I was the first of my family to travel to the state city Bangalore. I was the first of my family to receive college education. My grades were perfect through all my years. Yet, it was hard to find a college that would recognize our local school teacher. He was an old man, who had lived half of his life in the forest. He came back to our village, when he had found a few text books. With the same religious zeal that had kept him in the woods, he had learned the textbooks to teach us children about reading, algebra, and world history. I believe that he is a good teacher. Yet, the colleges did not recognize him, except for an all girl college in Bangalore that we had never heard off.

I stood in a circle with three other girls in our dormitory room. My hands were still clutching my bag in front of me. I did not have much. I had three sets of clothing and five sets of underwear. I had three notepad and four pens. There was also the toiletry. The phone calling card had only an hour, so that I could call my parents in an emergency. Actually, I would call an uncle with a phone, who would then relay any messages to my parents. The message relay would involve half day on a donkey back and another half day in a river boat. I am kidding you. I may be poor, but things are not that bad. Oh, and I had my pink unicorn with me, a stuffed cuddle toy. I had stolen it from my little brother once. He was so sweet and innocent that he was not hurt at all and so generous that he let me have it.

I was standing in the circle with the other girls. We were negotiating, who got which bed. Radha took the lead in the negotiation. I liked getting the bed next to hers, because I admire her strength. I did not like so much that it was next to the bathroom as well. However, at least we shared a window. The beds were pretty basic. Each of us had a night stand next to the bed to store our belongings. The other two girls kept to themselves speaking a different language.

Radha had full black hair, yet her skin was whiter than mine. I am not pitch black, yet clearly a daughter burned by the strong country sun. She was wearing a Western T-shirt. It was white with blue sleeves. In the middle was one of those Disney characters 'Daisy Duck.' She was wearing a golden earring. Dangling from the ear ring was the Swadhisthana symbol for the second chakra. It expresses a creative and bold energy. It is also considered the sexual energy center. My parents would have never let me in public with such a reference. Her parents seemed a lot less strict, as she had chosen the college herself. She said that a friend in school detention had told her about it. She had a very big grin, when she said that. I hope that the college is good and not a sham.

One thing that was hard for me to get used to was the constant hugging and calling each other sisters. Back in my village, we always kept a polite distance and I had only one brother, who called me his sister. The hugging that they were so comfortable with was really awkward for me. Not only was it very close, my face would also touch their hair. I could smell the soap in freshly washed hair. I could smell the musk in the dirty girls. It tickled my face. Once, a strand of hair even got stuck in my mouth. I was so embarrassed as I was pulling the hair out of my mouth and it tucked on my lips sharply. The most embarrassing hug was Radha's hug. Her hair smelled so fresh. It had a smell of lavender and mango. It made me want to touch it to feel it. It made me want to grab a good bunch and put it under my nose for a good smell. No, I actually really wanted to put my nose all the way down to her scalp to feel it. Also, her hug was so much tighter than the other girls. All evening, the breast of other girls had touched my breast. My breasts were so sensitive that I jumped. The girls' breasts were so soft like nothing I had felt before. I jumped frequently and they laughed at me. Radha's hug was so tight that I could feel our chest bones flattening the breast against each other. I could even feel her nipple, like little buds. A strong emotion had started flooding my body. It felt like my ma consoling me from a spell of crying. I felt a bit more alive feeling another human being as vividly as I had never felt another life.

You can imagine when I closed my eyes in the new bed and pulled the blanket over me, I was really glad to be in my own space. There were three other girls in the room, yet with my eyes closed I was in my own room. I did not have to interact anymore, no more smiling, no more hordes hugging me. Being in the city was so new and different. There were so many people. My mind was so full that it quickly fell asleep. Memories of the face of a banana seller in the street flashed in a dream. In another flash all the girls were in my hut back with my parents. In another flash, I kept sharpening my pencil over and over until the whole pencil was gone and I started crying, because I would fail class without a pencil.

The warm Bangalore sun shone through the window. It painted the window outline on the floor. The palm trees outside stood happily up to the sky. The other girls were lying in their bed on the side, on the belly. Arms were stretched out standing away. Others were tugged in. Blankets were crumbled. I slowly got up to avoid the bed from squeaking. The bathroom was simple. There was a whole in the ground for our business, a squatting toilet. There was a sink with a mirror. The mirror was framed in wood. There was a farm or garden hose in the corner to wash ourselves and the bathroom. A handwritten sign reminded us that clean and studious girl made it far in the world.

I squatted down to relieve my pent up water urge from the night. The hissing stream calmed me down and relaxed me. The sense of alert to come here was passing, when Radha knocked at the door. She knocked very vehemently. She started kicking. She screamed that I were selfish keeping the bathroom to myself with three other girls. She moaned that she needed to pee urgently. I was desperate to finish my business, yet very afraid of that powerful woman. So, I unhooked the metal hook in the door. She stood their in the door. I was squatting way below her. Her face was mad and impatient. Before she could think of something I jumped up and to the side. I felt so violated. I had never been with disorderly dress in front of anybody, let alone with my modest parts exposed. Worst of it, I had not the time to wipe. So, the urine was still glistening in my pubic hair. There were yellow droplets against my black hair. Radha was completely unbothered by me standing next to her going about her private business.

As I sat on my bed and brushed my hair, I was not sure, if I really liked life in a big city. People were so different. Everything was that much closer. I thought back to the people in my village. Ram was a fisherman. Every morning, he would walk past our hut. He was coming from the river from the catch at dawn. He would stand at a polite distance and wave over to me. He always had a joke for me. One of my favorite one was: "Mommy, mommy, I don't want to swim anymore. Shut up kid, we are soon in Sri Lanka."

Perhaps, I simply needed to get used to a different way. The girls were all so much warmer and excited. Perhaps, I simply had to shake of my rural proclivities and become a city girl. All these new social forms were surely strange, yet they were intriguing as well. It was intriguing to leave my peasant ways behind and join this group of young girls, urban and educated girls. Yes, they shall not find out that I am some country egg. I shall go in the day, pissing with the door wide open and hug as many girls as I can. I will become the uber urban girl.

My thoughts were interrupted by a loud noise at the door. A girl in her senior year burst into the room. She told us in the room to stand in a line. We kind of did. Yet, I blurted out that she was not the teacher. She immediately turned to me and looked me stern in the face. She had green eyes and was wearing make up on them. Her hair was put in a pony tail behind her. She smacked my breast from the side. I gasped hard. I had never felt such an intense feeling before. I almost sat down. She howled at me that the teachers owned the classroom. The senior girls owned the dormitory. It was a truce between the school and the senior girls. The school saved the money to pay a teacher for oversight. The senior girls could take some liberties with the freshmen to do chores. The other three girls stood a little taller as they heard about their fate.

The senior girl introduced herself as Trishana. Trishana means thirst and desire. She explained that the girls would have to serve her thirst and desire. They were from now on in their evening and morning hours there to serve her. They were there to make her look good. That meant that they had to outshine the other freshmen girls. In exchange, she would make sure that they were the most successful and would gain many secret liberties that there were in this college dormitory.

She told them that it was enough cuddling talk and that we should strip off our clothes. All four of us froze. We were afraid of Trishana. We were afraid to take our clothes off. Trishana calmly walked out the door and yelled for two girls. The two girls appeared with smiling faces. They quickly grabbed the girl closed to the door. They pushed her down to the ground. One was pinning her arms to the ground and grimly starred in her face, daring her to make a move. Trishana sat down on her chest. Can you imagine! The head of the girl was beneath and under her thighs. Trishana's buttocks were on the girls boobs. The second girl pulled her pants and panties down. The girl on the floor was crying, wriggling, and calling softly for help. Us other three girls, we did not dare moving. We heard the commotion out in the hallway. The same happened everywhere. We felt subject to a larger, stronger, and more experienced force.

They let the girl stand and wipe her tears. She stood their naked. Her skin was dark brown. It was one of those Indian browns that is a bit grayish and completely matte. There was not the least bit of shine on her skin. It makes me always look twice, when I see skin like that. Her boobs were small and the areoles were large. She had quite a bush between her legs. And, the inside of her thighs were fuzzy from hair. I had never seen hair there on a woman. Her bunk mate consoled her.

Trishana was happy about having stripped one of us down. Radha and I still stood in shock without moving to take our clothes down. The two girls from the outside were eager for action, yet waiting for a signal from Radha. Trishana sat down on my bed and asked the consoling bunk mate to be brought over. They made her bent over Trishana's lap. Her belly and chest was resting on Trishana's thigh.

"Who are you darling?"

"I am Trishana. I have three brothers. My family lives in the carpet cleaner district. I am here to start my medical career."

"That's enough for now. We don't like to physical force people like your naked friend to do things. We use punishment and reward to make you follow our orders. I will spank you, until you take your clothes off by yourself. Remember, I will spank you until your ass is red and you miss class. When you miss class, you can kiss your doctor dreams good bye."

Trishana lifted up Anisha's skirt. Her plain pink panties were exposed. The fabric was a thin cotton fabric with bands along the side. Trishana rolled down those panties to expose her butt. She had a round black birth mark on her butt. Trishanas hand soared down from high. It landed on Anisha's butt. The clap re-sounded against the empty walls. The butt flesh vibrated. Anisha's head was red. At the third clap, the first tears of Anisha started rolling. Trishana's helpers started teasing her about being a cry baby. The flood of tears stopped for a moment, when Anisha stammered, "I will do it."

Trishana let her stand up. As soon as Anisha got to her feet, she started running out of the door. She was running as fast as she could. Trishana's helpers went after her like two over happy dogs chasing the first prey of the hunt. Trishana purposefully, yet calm followed. We intently listened for outside clues. There was a lot of whining, yelling, things falling down, and clothes tearing out in the hallway. Neither of us three dared moving.

The first thing that appeared from the outside commotion was Trishana's proud face. She was very happy with herself. Behind her was a naked Anisha being pulled by her nipple. Trishanas fingers had pinched her nipple and were tearing the nipple forward. Anisha had been humbled by being paraded like that in front of all the girls in the other rooms. She had been humbled by the scenes that she had scene. As she stood in the row with us again, she said 'Thank you mother, Trishana.'

Rhada was quick to address Trishana. She offered to take her clothes off at once. Yet, she wanted to know the reward that Trishana had been alluding to. Trishana glanced over at me and said, 'that one will scrub your back and anything else you want scrubbed on your body for a week.' Rhada let her clothes fall to the ground and stood on the pile. She was proud to show her body.

A glance of Trishana was enough for me to take of my clothes and expose myself completely to the room. I had nothing to hide myself. My boobs were there for all the girls to look at. Even my private sex was out in the free. I could feel the air around my butt. I felt naked like never before.

Trishana lectured us that there was a purpose behind the nudity. Obviously, our room had to learn obedience to authority. Yet, poise was important to the success of a young woman. A young woman had to learn to stand confidently and sensually. Her hands started gliding over my belly. She told everyone that I was kind of scrawny. She slapped me on the butt. She said that my butt was boney. She said that I needed to eat well and form more muscles.

She told me to squat. I squatted. I felt my butt cheeks spreading apart. I felt myself below everyone else. Looking up at them and being so criticized made me feel rather little. I had failed at school for the first time. Trishana told me to bend forward and kiss her feet. I kissed her medium browned feet. I could see the pale skin at the sides of her soles. Her toes looked beautiful. She told me to get up. She told me to repeat the squats ten times and count out loud each kiss to her feet.

By the third squat, my legs started getting shaky. I had to steady myself by holding her feet in between my hands, as I'd lean forward to kiss her foot and count '4.' For an unknown reason, the kissing and her beautiful feed made me feel love. I started loving her feet. I started to love Trishana, as she was strict like a parent. By the eighth kiss on her foot, I started crying and mumbled, 'I love you mother, Trishana.'

As I stood up, Trishana hugged me warmly and said 'welcome sister, Sheela. One day, you will have four freshmen to look after with love and discipline.'

The class room time was sombering and relaxing compared to the drama. The teachers spent most of the time introducing themselves, explaining the curriculum and similar fluff. The surprising part was a folded snip of paper passed from Rhada: "I knew about all this before. That's why I came to this college. Did you?" I could not understand why someone would want to be treated like we were this morning. Unless, I suspected, I am very uneducated about the city ways. Perhaps, I speculated, this was the social order around the royal throne, the etiquette that happened in high society behind closed doors. Perhaps, that was part of the stories from my ma about the empires coming from Karnataka. Perhaps, the large temples and palaces with all their secret symbolisms hinted at a world like this.

In the evening, Trishana was quick to find the four roommates in their dorm room. She entered the room with flair and burst that they would play the 'rose game.' She evidently loved the game a lot. It was an introductory game, so that all the new girls would get to know each other. There was a single rose with the thorns removed. It was a lovely red rose from the market. It still smelled fresh and softly like a rose. The bravest girl of the new year was chosen to start. She was to take her clothes off and crawl on her hands and feet to another dorm room with the rose in her mouth. As a rule, the girls in that room were allowed to push her, not strike her, with their bare feet. Whatever girl she managed to drop the rose on the lap was up next. That next girl had to take off her clothes and give the clothes to the last girl to wear. It was a chance to get to know other girls and show comradeship by clothing each other.

Every two minutes or so cheers erupted from a different room along the hall. When finally a face showed up in their door, it was a dark and chubby girl. The rose looked beautiful in her mouth, very elegant. Her boobs were large and her butt had stretch marks. She swiftly moved in the room with big eyes. Anisha started pushing her foot immediately against the side of the rose girl. Our fourth roommate had turned out to be called Babita. She was immediately squealing. Her soles pushed against the rose girls hind. The rose girl fell over on her back helplessly. Radha pushed one of her bare feet on the rose girl's big breast. Radha's other foot landed on the rose girls face smooshing the skin. Trishana was laughing out loud as my three roommates pinned the rose girl to the ground. The rose girl was winding her way around struggling against all the naked girl feet all over her body. I was absolutely stunned, when she slid sideways and her head dropped the rose in my lap. Trishana noticed my hesitation. She pushed me to the ground. The rose girl quickly pulled the clothes of my body.

I was laying there naked on the wooden floor. I could see under the beds. I could see the dust there. I could see the feet of my roommates as they were no calmly sitting on a bed. Trishana stuck the rose in my mouse. I could taste the saliva of the other girl. My tongue felt the bite marks on the rose from other girls. Evil Trishana reached behind my legs and touched my vagina. It was so startling that I lurched up. The next time that Trishana touched my intimate part, I was quickly rallying forward on my hands and knees. I did not know, what awaited me, yet I moved forward. I was intimately touched and naked. In a way, I felt great. All my anxiety and worries about performing at school at left me. I was forced to be in the moment and act in the moment. It was a wonderful freedom of thought, worry, and responsibility.

As I exited our room, I knew that the only way to get out of this was to quickly drop the rose in a girl's lap in the next room. More senior girls were standing in the hallway. They were cheering me on and pointed to another room. I felt my knees scrubbing on the dirty floor, where all the girls had walked. I looked up side to side at all the dressed senior girls, while I was naked. Trishana whispered in my ear that any disobedience in our room she could deal with punishment. Yet, out here, it would make her look bad in front of the other seniors. If I did well, she would have a treat for me. I rallied on.

The room that I entered was as simple and functional as ours. Yet, the girls were in a commotion. They were standing up on a bed, squealing, holding each other. Their senior student vainly tried to get them to sit down. I crawled up on the bed. Feet were pushing me from everywhere. One landed on my head, pushing me sideways. Another bare foot hit me on the side. One foot stood on my calves, keeping me in place. Like the earlier rose girl, I was quickly overpowered and fell on my side. The girls started standing on me. One stood on my breast. One stood on my stomach. One had a foot against my cheek and eye. I was utterly subjugated and subdued by their feet. One of them slipped. I quickly dropped the rose on her.


Indian Dorm Life



Two aides had to be called from the hallway to pull the clothes of her body as she was flailing. The other three girls huddled in a corner, abandoning her told her to give up her clothes to free them. I was told to put on her blue panties. They were moist from her vaginal discharge. They were a size too small and slipped in between my vaginal lips giving me a camel toe. They pushed against my butt hole. The bra was two sizes too large and kept sliding off my breast, making my nipples stand out in the traditional sari dress. I walked back to my room, relieved that it was over. I was almost eager to see the other girls, because I was safe now.

With each girl in our room that got the rose game behind her, there were fewer feet pushing back the incoming rose girls. So, they got overpowered quicker. Radha did not even struggle. She proudly told the new rose girl that she was wearing no underwear. It almost seemed that Radha had known and was out to embarrass the girl. Yet, it turned out that Radha knew more than we did.

After the game, Trishana brought us evening cookies and tea. She told everyone that I had done the best job of all of them. She said that the seniors had taken me into the most unruly room and I had done well. Those girls learned a lot about following the rules from me, even I had to unjustly struggle and even take a couple kicks that were against the rule. She took my head and guided it into her lap. She caressed my hair as she went on talking I could smell her skin through the pants. The fabric of her pants went a bit fuzzy in front of me, because it was so close. I felt her strong stomach against the back of my head. I was still wearing the too tight panties of the unruly girl that gave me a constant wedgie and flow of sensations from that lower area of my body.

Trishana lectured us that there were many rules and rites in the dormitory. Some were to be followed by everyone. For example, due to hygiene the girls had to shave all their intimate hair. They would also be banned from wearing panties. At any time, a senior could demand inspection. Then, one had to quickly bare ones vagina for inspection on shaving.

She asked Anisha to step forward and show her pussy to all of them. Anisha refused like in the morning. Trishana slapped her faced. Before Anisha could struggle backward and away from Trishana, Trishana reached under Anisha's t-shirt and pinched her nipple hard. Anisha gasped. A second slap crossed Anisha's face. Anisha instinctively struggled backwards. Yet, her nipple started hurting as Trishana kept her in place with it. A third slap crossed her face. The side of her face was getting red. Anisha struggled to get away from the slaps, yet struggled to moved forward to release the pain of her nipple. Exhausted, Anisha submitted: "I will do it, mother Trishana."

"Sweet, Anisha, you have so much to learn." With that Trishana pushed my head of her lap. She pulled Anish in. Trishana straddled Anisha's head between her thighs and wrapped her arms around her abdomen. Than, she asked Rhada to pee on the bared soles of Anisha's feet. Rhada follwed the orders. She squatted down. She put her vagina next to the feet of Anisha. She peed on them. The stream ran down in lines on Anisha's feet. There were little dust marks, where the feet were still dry. A puddle of urine gathered on our wooden floor. I was dazed. I worried about the cleanup.

Trishana produced a rubber band. She asked us to flick it against the soles of her feet. She called this bastinado. We were supposed to teach our roommate as well. If one of use failed to show the discipline, the others would have to help out. Trishana gave me the rubber band. I did not dare disobeying her orders. I stretched the rubber band across the sole of her foot. I reached with an index finger to pull it back. I let it snap. I shuddered, when Anisha deeply 'woohooed' muffled into Trishana's thighs.

Babbita handed out the most punishment. She was almost being mean. By the time that it was her turn, Anisha's soles had already welted up. The urine had speed up the swelling. Babbita cheered on, as she snapped the rubber band, "You are the lowest of all. You deserve nothing but hard love. Give mother Trishana respect." Babbita worked the rubber band so hard that it broke. By this time, Anisha had exhausted her cries and struggle.

When Trishana told Anisha to lick up Rhada's urine, she had completely surrendered and started licking the yellow urine on the floor.

"You cleaning up is not simply demeaning or fixing things after the mess. It is more symbolic. It is for you to learn to lick up the advice of your sisters. Not only am I here to discipline you. They may discipline you as well at any time, they feel that you need the help. If at night, you cry in your sleep, I may not hear it. However, your sisters will be there to make sure that you sleep soundly. If you do not do your homework, your sisters can think of ways to make you remember. You are lucky that Rhada has a small bladder. You are already done. Now, sit up on the bed and show me your pussy."

A little soap was wetted and made foamy. The foam was spread all over her pubic hair. Anisha was leaning back on her arms. Her legs were spread wide over the edge of the bed. You could see her inner thigh muscles attaching at the center like a string from both sides. Her hair was black, curly, and very thick. Trishana pulled the skin smooth to bring down the razor blade. She pushed on her clitoris get all the last hair around it. A little towel was used to wipe off the soap. She looked like a baby. Trishana sent her off. Anisha got up quietly and sullenly without an emotion.

We all got shaved. A strange feeling came across me, when Trishana touched me. It was like each touch of her sent of a wave of goose bumps racing across my body until the ebbed out. In anticipation, I was looking forward to the next touch. I don't know, what happened, but I felt overcome with good feelings. And, I kissed Trishana on the cheek. That was her cue.

"There are also many secret rules. They are secret, because the knower of those rules can get a good benefit from them. Tonight, as a reward for her rose girl performance, Sheela will be introduced to one of them. I will take her with me after I leave you for the night. Before I leave, one thing, you must know. Between dawn and dusk, freshman girls are only allowed naked outside of their room. If you are caught with any clothing after dark, you and I will be punished. You don't want me to get punished, do you?"

Trishana walked me out of our room. I was naked. It was almost normal by now to take off clothes. The idea that in the morning, we struggled so hard against it seemed foreign. The dim lighting of the light bulb made the hallway look differently. I followed into a room that was in huge dishevel. The blankets were on the ground. The clothes were flung all over. Seniors were busy to attend to the residents of the room. Three of them were tied up and gagged. The fourth was naked lying on her back, held down by two seniors. Next to me on the floor were two other naked freshmen girls. They were kneeling on the floor. Their hands were flat on the ground in front of their knees. I was made to kneel in the same manner next to them. We were pushed close to each other. I could feel the other girl's skin. I could feel her breathing. I could feel her shivering occasionally. I could feel her breathing calming down. It calmed me down as well. She was, what we call a rural beauty. Her face was brown and a bit exotic. Her face was almost like a mask looking differently from everyone. Yet, it looked graceful. Her breasts were brown and standing up. Her body was slender and powerful like a tiger. Her pussy was shaved like mine, only she had a few scratch marks from the razor.

"Let me tell you girls, what we have here. This is a room of trouble makers. They have not submitted to the rules of our dormitory. They will in due time, because we have much experience in breaking down little girls like you. Some of us even enjoy the wild mustangs more than the docile domesticated ones. We all match your temperament with the predisposition and loves of your senior."

"Today, you have been selected to learn about one of our secret rules. Being comrades, we have to share. The girls in this room kept secret about the candy that they had. Anybody who does not share willingly has to give it all away. Now, there is a sweet rule. If you find such a hoarder, every time that you fart in their face, they have to give you one thing. And, it is your choice, what you take. Trishana has volunteered Sheela to show the other two, how it is done."

Trishana grabbed me hard by the throat. I lost balance and composure, as she dragged me to the bed. I recognized the girl on the bed as the chubby rose girl that had dropped the rose in my lap. I was shoved down on the chubby girl in reverse. Thus, my behind was near her face. And, I could see her vagina. I had never seen a vagina that up close. I could see the inner lips extending beyond the vulva. The inner lips were thin and shriveled. As they went further her butt, they disappeared completely behind the vulva. I could see the hood of her clitoris. All was in lovely brown skin that got very dark, wherever the skin was thinner. My arms were resting against her chubby body. I could feel the flab of that flesh. Her body was tense under mine.

Next thing, I felt something violating my anus. Something was pushed up. It was small, yet startling. Trishana had anticipated my jolt. Her hand was still pressing on my throat to keep me from moving forward. Also, she had pinched my clitoris to keep my butt from moving away. I thought that I had involuntarily torn of a skin from my vagina as I jolted. Yet, it all seemed in place and only tearing and hurting. I eased my discomfort and pushed my clitoris against Trishana's hand to limit the pull on it.

Again, I gasped, apparently, a straw was in my behind. Someone had started blowing inside of my rectum. I gasped. I was vivid. I pushed myself harder against Trishana to avoid jerks that would hurt me. I tried to say something. Words garbled in my head, I quipped 'help.' The straw was pulled out of my butt.

"Okay, now to do it right, you have to put your anus on her face. If you don't feel the skin of her face, you are not close enough. Do not fart too early."

The air in my stomach was hurting. I was struggling to hold it in. I very carefully lowered my butt towards were I thought the face was. Two impatient hands pushed me down. I felt the nose of the face pushing in my anus. I felt the mouth under my bottom opening. I felt a chin and a lower lip wet against my pussy. I had never imagined a kiss down there for my whole life. Another helping hand rubbed my belly and pushed in it. I could not help it. I felt embarrassed about making the poor girl suffer by emptying my fecal gases on her face. The chubby girl called out and started wiggling in revulsion. However, it only drove her nose a bit deeper in my ass. Her wet lip on my pussy felt strangely good. I tried to reconcile the suffering that I was brining, my embarrassment, and the warm physical feeling. The fart lasted a few seconds. I felt her warm body. Somehow, it felt good to feel someone else, to not feel lonely.

I can't explain my thought or justify my actions. I can only be truthful. Something had driven me to ask to deliver another fart. This time, the straw filled me with more air. I pushed my bottom down on the face. I had this warm feeling in my vagina. I pushed that on her face. I felt her wriggling again under there. It felt so good. This time the chubby girl stuck her tongue out in a vomiting motion. Her tongue on my vagina felt good.

Trishana moved me to a box filled with candy. I had seen only photos of candy. In our village, the sweets we had were fruit. We were mostly self sustained with what the land delivered. We did not have the money to buy candy in the stores. So, I saw the glittery wrapping paper for the first time up close. There were so many with colorful labels. I picked a golden one with a second green wrapper on top. It said 'chocolate' on it. I was curious about the taste. Trishana pointed to a rainbow colored small ball and said that it was one of the best.

On the way back to my room, the chocolate was melting in my mouth. I had never experienced food disappearing in my mouth without chewing like that. My saliva was so quick to come forth, so that I had a whole wad of chocolate and sugar in my mouth. I tried not to swallow to enjoy the taste a little longer. My 'sisters', the roommates, laughed at me for having gotten the chocolate all over my hands. I guess, I am not experienced in handling candy.

Luckily, the evening program was over. I was allowed to close my eyes and withdraw into the privacy of my own thoughts. The thoughts quickly vanished into a black hole, as I fell into a deep slumber. An odd noise startled me. The room was very dark, because the moon had waned so much. The noise happened again. It came from the direction of Anisha. Anisha was sobbing in her sleep. I wondered what to do. I wondered about the abuse and strangeness of college. I wondered, if I should run away from this place. I weighed between running back home to the small farm for safety or getting a college education and exploring this new world.

Rhada rustled and walked over to Anisha's bed. The sound of blankets lifting drifted over to me. I turned. I saw the silhouette of Rhada's body under the blanked over the lower part of the bed. Rhada made a sound for Anisha to be quiet. As Anisha did not quiet, Rhada reminded her that her sisters were supposed to help her with discipline, when Trishana was not around. Anisha started sobbing again. There was a bit of a physical struggle in the bed. I heard Rhada spitting. After a couple minutes, Anisha's sobbing stopped. I tried to make sense of the barely audible licking and sucking sounds coming from there. A while later, Anisha started moaning as if in a release. Her moan was so much coming from the core of her being that I felt my body rattling on the inside. Rhada told her to put the pillow over her mouth. Shortly, after Rhada went back to her own bed. I wondered what the two had been doing.

In the morning, we were woken up by Trishana struggling to restrain a naked girl. The door swung open and hit the wall on the other end with a bang. The young girl was pushed on her knees. She was covered with scribbling of many other girls. The scribbling said, 'whore', 'piece of shit' and the like. The longest writing said, 'give up school! You are only good as furniture for people to sit on.'

"Our little girl here has been found dressed in the hallway this morning. We have her learn her lesson by all the freshman girls writing on her body to remind her, how bad that behavior is. To motivate you girls, the meanest, nastiest, and most denigrating words will get you a special treat."

When I wrote 'dirty like a blue bull,' I was questioned what a blue bull was. It is a kind of antelope that runs around in our fields. The droppings of it are especially vile smelling.

Babbita wrote the vilest of all words. The other three of us were shocked that she would break with our subtle resistance to not really punish and hurt the ones presented. She had circled the girl's nipples and put arrows towards them: "Slut nipples only a dog would lick." That one the contest for Babbita.

We were all lead out into the hallway, where a throng of naked girls awaited us. The sight of naked flesh, boobs, butts, thigh, and birthmarks was overwhelming. We were directed in a line that stretched down the whole corridor. Some of the girls were boisterous. Others had obviously spent the night crying. Some were used to the whole thing and secretly whispering each other messages. Even the rebellious once were patiently standing in line naked, because it was a little reprise for them from the torment. Being naked did not seem hard to any of us anymore.

Babbita was at the head of the line, as it hallway entered the stair case. The other floors held the other years. Each year had its own floor. Two seniors grabbed her wrists and tied her to the railing of the stairs going up. She was sitting on a table that had been brought in. Her feet were tied to the bottom of the table legs. They were so tied that she had to scoot her butt forward to be flush with the edge of the table. She was slouching back as to present her vagina. Her legs were spread apart. We could all see her sex. Her labia lips had unfolded like the petals of a flower. All the girls in the hallway could see her naked and exposed. There was a bit of white sap from the night showing. Even those droplets were exposed to everyone.

It was explained that her treat was that everyone had to kiss her vagina. At the time, I did not understand, why this was supposed to be a treat. The first girl got it quickly over with. She was a short girl with classes that gave her a school girl look even in her birthday suit. She leaned forward and snapped right back as she turned to walk away.

Babbita looked in horror as the next girl was dragged by her hair towards her. She was the only Caucasian girl in school. She had blond hair. She was dragged hair first leaning forward. Her head was pushed down onto Babbita's pussy. Only when the senior next to her heard the smooch of a real kiss, was she released.

Babbita was struggling to look away as all the different girls were paraded in front of her. She was scared of the mean girls. She distasted the dirty girls. She disliked the girls taking their liberties. Some would like her. One even nibbled with her teeth at her clitoris a bit. She wriggled as even the ugly girls were pushed down on her.

By the time that I got to kiss her, she had been quite used. As my face moved closer to her vagina, it grew in front of me. I started smelling the mint gum of one girl. When I kissed her, I could taste the chocolate residue of a girl that had snacked candy a little earlier. I could smell the perfume that had rubbed of the faces of some girls onto her thighs. I gave her a neat kiss. I slightly sucked the tender moist flesh and released it with a resounding smooch. Babbita was calm. She looked down at me like from a daze, as I moved back. There was a kind of happiness radiating from her. She was completely motionless. Her glance went straight through me.

We were released to our rooms to prepare for class. I was glad for the academics to take my mind off all that had happene.d Babbita was strangely transformed. She went around hugging girls and lingering on, until the girls would move her away. She looked lost. She did not take any notes during class. A girl was teasing her about her piggy nose. She did not fight back. She was completely passive. The teacher told the teasing girl to be quiet. I wanted to help her. However, when I approached her during intermission, she would only hug me and kind of suck me in. It felt too intimate and I moved her away.

The last bell of the day sent us back to the dormitory. There was that little time between end of class and dawn. At dawn, Trishana would return. For now, we had a little time to be ourselves, to do our homework, or simply collect our emotions. I was going over my class notes. Rhada disappeared in our bathroom to make herself clean and fresh. Perhaps, in a way, she wanted to wash off whatever had happened and be ready for the new. After five minutes, she called my name in an alluring sing son kind of way. The bathroom door was wide open. She stood there with her feet wide apart. Her body was wet. She was holding the green garden hose in one hand. Her index finger made a hook movement. I blushed at seeing her naked and turned around. After being dressed in class for a day, my familiar sense of modesty had returned.




Indian Dorm Life



"Anisha and Babbita, we need a littler sisterly discipline. Sheela has forgotten Trishana's reward that she has to scrub my back. Get her over here."

Babbita's meanness was back. Her eyes were shining like red hot coals. She pulled me by my hair, so that it hurt. She shoved me in front of Rhada: "Go wash her back." Rhada handed me the soap with a smile. Rhada's back was beautiful. I could see the line of her back muscles next to her spine. At her upper back, I could make out the individual vertebras. There were little smooth hairs on her back that made tiny ripples in the water flowing over her. Whenever I pushed the sponge against her back, she involuntarily shifted a bit forward. I had to put my other arm around her body to brace her from the front. So, I was half hugging her, as I scrubbed down her back. I did a neat job. Luckily the soap was washed down the back quickly.

"Sheela, Trishana said that you had to wash my back for a week and whatever else I need washed. See you are innocent from the country. I have been with men. I want to be clean for him, if I should meet a stud. So, I want you to gather as much water as you can in your mouth and blow it up my vagina. That way, I will get clean on the inside. See, I can't bend there myself and do it."

I froze. Babbita was quick push the garden hose in my mouth. She pinched my lips around it. I drank a few gulps. Babbita warned me that my stomach may split, if I kept drinking instead of filling my cheeks. My lips were pushed under Rhada. I blew the water into her as hard as I could. My lips were against her intimate lips. There was a it of resistance. It failed at first. However, on the second try, I learned to feel with my lips for her entrance before I pushed the water in hard. The water flowed immediately out of Rhada's vagina.

I kneeled there for a moment, when Rhada started peeing at my face and belly laughing. Babbita quickly moved to push my mouth against the urethra. She pinched my nose close hard. I started feeling the stale taste of urine in my mouth. It was warm. It was wet. It didn't taste like much, yet had this kind of dry yucky taste. As my nose was pinched closed, I struggled for air and ended up swallowing one gulp of urine after the next. I was being used as a toilet. It was so unfair, because the punishment did not come from Trishana and was not prescribed by Trishana.

Rhada said that it was time to clean her ass. The crafty Babbita quickly had the garden hose in my mouth again and was filling me up. I felt so demeaned and abused. I did not have the power to struggle. Yet, as I was pushed against Rhada's asshole, I was stunned. I pushed the water in their as fast as I could to get away from it. When I was empty and Babbita let me struggle a little bit back, Rhada's anus started releasing some of the water. It squirted out in a narrow and strong stream. It was not one round stream. It was a stream that was pretty thin and wide. The stream landed right between my boobs. It was slightly brown. It ran down my belly and over my pussy. The thought of her ass water dirtying my most intimate part was repulsing. They left me by myself in the puddle of water on the floor to clean up myself. I cried and sobbed. Though, nobody heard me over the running water or came.

After I had cleaned myself up, I could not see another way than to see the principal's office. I left the room naked, yet had a set of clothes in my bag. I followed the hallway of so many overpowering memories to the stair case. The stair case had always promised some kind of freedom, the class time during the day was a time of safety. In front of the principal's office, I quickly put on my clothes and entered. There was a large desk. The aged and hefty person behind all the papers was dressed in a prim suit. The old bookshelf and photos of famous person bestowed power on him. He humored by crying and rambling only for a few minutes. He led me out into the hallway. The whole weight of that man came down on my young girlish body as he pushed me down and inside the bottom cabinet of a cleaning supply closet in the hallway.

Around me was darkness save for the slit of light coming through the edges of the door. I was crammed on my knees hugging my arms around them. There was a bottle of cleaning solution and a sponge with me. His steps quieted as he disappeared down the hall. The space around me was small. My body touched the walls and the ceiling. My mind went blank, because it had been so overwhelmed. I kept looking at the little light coming in. I could see the marbling in the wood a little bit. My mind tried to see shapes in it. One set of circles looked a bit like a nose. Some imperfections in the wood looked like a crowd of people seen from a distance with all the faces looking in different directions and with different expressions. Some seemed to look down. Others had their head tilted back as if to projectile their words even further. The light dimmed increasingly until it was impossible to see anything anymore.

A gaggle of foot steps from girls came closer. The leather soles of their shoes clapped. They were coming for me. They were quiet. They gagged my mouth with fabric. Then, they put a wool blanket over me and tied it to my body immobilizing my arms. They led me to walk with them. I could not see anything. I could not call out, except for breathing louder. The only sense that I had left were my feet.

We left the wooden floor of our dormitory building. We walked over the rough surface of the pavement in the yard. It was like a million little stones: stimulating, yet not painful. To my horror, I felt the dirt of the road in front of the school. I felt an occasional water puddle that I stepped into. There was an occasional smashed flat can. There was a paved road that I felt as we crossed. The surfaces, the dirt, and garbage blended together. The first surface that I noticed again was smooth and cold. It was a marble surface. The air was cooler hear. It was quieter here. There were no more street noises. The congregation stopped.

The blanket and my clothes were taken from me. I was in the middle of a large hallway type of room. On my side a wide marble stair case with large and elegant hand railing came down. From the center hallways left in all four directions. The hallways were closed with double doors. The doors were made of glass that was partitioned into many little pieces by metal intersections. The door handles were made from iron and delicately crafted. There were large portraits of famous people at the wall. A large bouquet the size of a child stood on a mahogany table. It had so many eclectic different flowers. I had never seen such a thing.

I was lifted backwards on the pedestal of the marble pillar that came down right at the bottom of the flight of stairs. My hands were tied behind my back and behind the pillar. My hair was tight in a punch and affixed higher up. There was a bulge in the pillar that did not let the noose slide down that held my hair and by extension my whole body standing. My ankles were tied to the pillar. The girls scrawled 'enjoy our present' across my chest and left.

The solitude did not last long. A girl appeared at the top of the stairs. She was dressed in school uniform. Patent leather high heels, a plaid skirt, and a clean white blouse. She had an expensive looking bracelet. She was seemed a freshman like her. She burst in a sharp giggle and quickly disappeared. Within a minute, three more girls came running. They were jumping down the stairs in eagerness. They carefully looked me over. They evaluated my breast. The evaluated my pussy. They discussed my finger nail length. They considered my hair cut with contempt as cheap. I felt so helpless and exposed. I felt like I had to obey them and take whatever they offered.

They looked pretty in their uniform dress code. Their finger nails were beautifully painted. They all had their hair done in a special way. They were talking in such a refined way. The tallest of them got a blue marker out. She started writing on my belly. It felt ticklish. She drew a line towards my private part. She read out loud, 'special! One use -- one rupee only' Then she got a rupee out and put it at my feet. She turned to the other girls and asked, 'how many fingers will go in?' They were all eager: 'Oh, she is a rural scare crow, only one.' 'Oh, no, the girls at that college are sluts, she will get three fingers in.'

The tall girl spat on her index finger. She asked for a drum roll. The girls started making a 'woohoo' sound that got each time a little louder. The tall girl gave a last smile, before she fingered my vagina to search for the opening. I struggled to put my knees together. Yet, I had no power to keep her from probing me. She felt the entrance me and pushed in. It felt awkward and rough. The girls cheered, 'we love our toy.' The short girl of the group was also a little chubby. She had the loudest voice. She raised a rupee into the air for all of them to see. Then, she put it in between my toes and reminded to remember this coin, because this was a going to be special. She spat on her fingers. She put a thumb on my clitoris and started circling it. Her three fingers prodded against my vagina entrance. It was way too tight. After massaging around a bit, she slipped in the middle finger. She pushed it to one side and tried to get the index finger in as well. I cried out through the gag in my mouth as she managed to do it. She pulled her fingers out and said that 'I won't hurt you, baby.'

All the noise had attracted more girls to come and inspect the scene. Now that she was in a crowd of students of the apparently affluent rival school, she was given a bit more space. The girls were excited about their find, yet hesitant to step out of the crowd and get noticed individually. One girl jumped up on the pedestal of the pillar to rub her dressed body against my naked body and wave to the crowd. Another girl slapped my breast. Yet, another girl smeared tooth paste on my face in wide circles.

A leader emerged from the group with a marker. She wrote on my body: "Options: 1) Walk naked through the streets like an animal. 2) Clean our rooms. 3) Treat her nice." People made strike marks on her body under whichever option they liked most. It was interrupted by the bell for the first class of the day to start. The girls started leaving into the hallways. One girl walked up to her and reached into her mouth. She pulled a big blue pile of bubble gum and spit out of it. She pinched it between her thumb, index and middle finger. She reached out and pushed it up my sex as if I were the bottom side of a table to hide a discarded chewing gum in. The girl next to her doubled over in amazement. The first one calmly replied, "Oh, I simply let the gum age and marinate in her juices. It'll be a premium gum by the time of the first recess." The second girl got excited. She quickly chewed a few times on fresh gum. Then, she pushed the bright pink gum up inside of me. It still had defined edges, because it was so fresh. More of the girls waiting to exit through the doors noticed the act and came back. They were pushing each other to reach me and stick all kinds of colored chewing gum inside of my private part. They were so excited that there were always four or so hands reaching up between my thighs at the same time. I started to feel full inside. I was relieved as the crowd thinned. A last girl had been standing back all this time, sucking on her round red/white colored small lollipop. She walked up to me. She reached between my thighs. She reached up. She spread my buttocks. Then, the lollipop came inside of my anus. The white stick was still sticking out. She cautioned me to not let it drop, or I would be in trouble

There I was naked, tied, and alone in this wonderful mansion of a school. I had two rupees at my feet. The bubble gum inside of me with everyone's spit and food rests. It slowly fell down, gliding over my thighs. I clenched my butt muscles hard to avoid dropping the lollipop. The lollipop girl was the first to come through the door at recess. She was pleased to find the lollipop in place. She pulled it out of my ass. "Have you ever tasted yourself?" She took my gag off and pushed it into my mouth. It tasted exactly as I had expected shit to taste. She freed the rest of my bonds. She lowered me to the ground. My knees collapsed from standing. She immediately sat on my back and pretended that I was a horse. She called out 'Yipieh' like a cow girl. She pulled my hair as if they were reigns. The girls pushed closer around. I felt like under the canopy of dark plaid skirts. They were bold under the anonymity of a crowd. One grabbed for my boobs. Another tried to tickle my sides. They put a sticker on my ass. One even kissed me. I was being led to a girl, who was reclining on her back on the floor. Her skirt was flapped open. My face was pushed on her pussy. She had pulled her monogrammed panties to the side to give access to her wet pussy. She rubbed her pussy against my lips. The crowd went frantic. I could feel another girl rubbing her wet pussy against my ass. Yet, another girl was kneeling with her butt between her feet. She was rubbing her pussy on the heel of my foot. The girl in front of my mouth was switched for another. I was rolled over. The second girl on my face switched to squat on my face. Another girl straddled my legs to push her pussy against mine. Our pussy juices mingled, only she was a lot wetter. One girl squatted over my boobs trying to push the other girls away. She tried to get my left nipple in her pussy and was grinding on me.

The ten minutes of recess seemed like an eternity. I was left again naked and by myself in the hallway. Only, this time, I was not bound. The first door that I explored led straight to the entrance. Outside the door, I could see the busy streets of Bangalore. The women were wearing saris. The men had turbans. Monkeys were helping the sales men on the sidewalk to sell more. I would barely last seconds go out there naked. I was trapped inside of here.

There was a bathroom door. Behind it was a clean and well smelling bathroom. The stalls had European style seats. I was sitting up high as I relieved myself. The tissue paper was so soft and thick. It was luxurious. A beautiful orchid grew next to the think. Feeling the soft fabric of the towel trapped me for a few minutes. It was too long, because one of the girls came rushing in. She nonchalantly told me that the break room was down the hallway and had good leftovers.

I wandered there next, curious to explore such a rich place. The bread in the break room was soft and sweet. There were sixteen spreads to choose from. I picked a bread and put a little of each on a separate bite. Another girl interrupted her. The girl was a bit flustered as she gingerly stole away with the apple, that she had come to get. Before she left, she turned around, 'You do realize that you are one of the first girls from that school, whom we treat nicely. Look on your body. Almost half the girls voted for option 3 to treat you nicely. They must like you.'

The rest of the day was a blur. The girls were so over themselves, to dress me in the school uniform, to make my nails, do up my hair. I was carefully scrubbed down to remove all the doodling on me. Precise fingers even made sure to get the last piece of chewing gum out of me. They walked me around the school premises. They fed me exquisite cookies, tea, and exotic dishes. They got me a little drunk on champagne. It was like I was in one of those stories of vast empires and high kings that my ma had told me as a child. The city was as a strange world for sure. All the luxurious treats that the girls had given me probably cost as much as my father made his whole life on the field back home. In the evening, they left me at the gate of my college with a letter in my hand that explained that I had been reformed and would drop all complaints to the principal.