Hello everybody! Vishal is here, in the last part you read. Kirti blackmailed Suhana, made her suck her cunt in the school bathroom, and took her undergarments. But in this act of humiliation, Suhana saw glimpses of her true nature. In this chapter, we will find out: Will Suhana accept her very nature?
Note: Conversations between the character and herself (her inner thoughts) are in italics.
They returned to class. Suhana was feeling naked without her undergarments at school. It was the month of November (the start of winter in India). The cold wind blowing through her skirt was causing her to shiver as she walked. And the white shirt was too thin to hide her erect nipples.
Suhana was blushing with embarrassment. She was bowing her head in fear and shame. On the way back to class, she was counting tiles on the floor. She could feel her breasts shaking under her thin shirt. However, they were not clearly visible. One can meticulously observe them from a certain distance. But anyone can tell she wasn't wearing a bra by observing her shaking breasts as she walks. fear.
Suhana had never felt so helpless and vulnerable as she did now—a gust of wind, and she'd be naked in a corridor crowded with girls and teachers. She had never lived without undergarments at home. Now she was roaming in school without her undergarments. It was causing her to blush with embarrassment and be scared with fear.
They sat back in their seats, and the teacher entered the classroom. Her face was buried in a book to avoid embarrassment. On the other hand, Kirti was enjoying her friend's discomfort. She didn't pester her more. She had a different arrangement for this.
Kirti didn't let Suhana wash her face with water. She only let her wipe it with a cloth. Her mouth still had the taste of her cum. and smell and taste of female cum, which was bothering her and kept her reminded of the humiliation she had just endured.
Her day went like that, with continuous sexual tension. She was aroused, nervous, and frightened at the same time. She felt like everyone was watching her. She felt like every girl was bitching about her erect nipples. And every guy wanted to fuck her. Every eye she met from school to home was harassing her. She was in a constant state of fear and embarrassment.
Somehow the day ended, and she was on her way home. The school bus dropped Suhana off at a stop that was some distance from her actual home and from where she travelled to school. She was walking down the street while holding her skirt so that it wouldn't be blown away by the wind. Otherwise, she would be naked on a street full of people.
Suhana threw her bag on the bed and stepped into the bathroom. She washed her face many times. She burst into tears while doing so. These were tears of frustration. But it was not the frustration of helplessness against humiliation; what bothered her was that she was badly wet down there in spite of being deliberately humiliated by her best friend.
It was the most humiliating experience of her life. She had never felt so scared, embarrassed, and strangely aroused in her whole life. It was a mentally exhausting experience. She was feeling burned out. Her head was spinning as she sat on the bed and fell asleep.
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Here, Kirti reached home and quickly took out Susana's bra and pants from her bag, smelling them with a deep breath.
"It has your smell," Kirti mused in her mind.
She had her mobile device, on which she played the video from the morning scene. "I am your slave mistress!" It sounded.
I don't know how many times she has watched it so far. But every time she watches it, her face beams with delight. Her shoulders swelled with triumph. She was really happy to have her.
"My slave!" she exclaimed as she kissed her phone screen.
**
The sun had turned to dusk when Suhana was woken up by her mother. She thought it was a bad dream, but as she regained consciousness, everything reminded her of it. She couldn't believe she actually sucked a cunt.
She took a shower and had dinner. Suhana was now feeling a little better. But her mind was still in conflict. One part of her said she liked it, while the other part considered it harassment
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She was in a serious dilemma over these two.
She dialled Kirti.
"Hello slave," Kirti said as she picked up the phone, "you have such a long life; I was about to call you."
In the presence of her best friend, Suhana felt incomprehensible. What a sweet coincidence! Once upon a time, they used to grab too much, but now Suhana was mindful of her words, uttering them before her.
Suhana stammered. "I was saying __," she said.
"Did you eat?" Kirti interrupted her in between.
"Yes," Suhana replied.
"I will call you in 20 minutes after finishing my dinner," Kirti said, cutting the call.
Suhana flipped the phone aside and sat on the bed. She was in deep thought. She was feeling feeble
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"Why did I become wordless before her?" She asked herself in distress.
"Because she is your mistress, you love being dominated by her," a part of her replied. We call it her "inner voice."
Actually, we all have an inner voice that guides our minds. Someone refers to it as "thoughts," while another refers to it as "the inner voice." However, it is an inbuilt AI that is a part of us. This shows us our real reflection; it guides us to what we actually want.
"Shut up,"
Suhana scolded her inner voice. She was irritated with herself. She opened the chat app and typed her message.
"I want to," she typed first, then erased it. "I wanted to ask..." "I was asking," she finally typed.
"I was asking that, and I did whatever you wanted from me." "Please delete the videos you have." Suhana texted her.
But what is noticeable is that she was choosing her words carefully here too.
Gray tick. She waited for her reply.
"Seriously, does this really matter?" Her inner voice screamed.
"Shut up!" Suhana shouted at her inner voice
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"It was just grasping at straws; you already kneeled before her; you already accepted her dominance," the inner voice elaborated.
Shuhana knew it was right; any such efforts were meaningless. It was too late for this.
"Which video...?" Kirti inquired after some time.
"Video from that day," Suhana texted.
"Oh, that one!" a smiling emoji, Kirti replied, "Actually, I didn't make any videos that day." Kirti texted.
"What the fuck?" "She bluffed me," Suhana mused in her head.
