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College Hostel Ragging V3

College Hostel Ragging V3

by leilaniperera
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A sharp knock at the door made the juniors inside their hostel room jump.

Before anyone could answer, the door flew open, and three senior girls strode in.

"Stand up. Inspection time." Said Tharini.

The juniors scrambled to their feet and Tharini walked slowly down the line.

"Pathetic," she said, tugging at one girl's loose nightie.

"Do you think this is a temple? Why are you dressed like grandmothers?"

"Lift your nighties," Nisha ordered.

"Let's see what kind of panties you're hiding."

With shaking hands, the juniors obeyed, lifting the hems of their nighties to reveal their underwear plain white cotton.

"Boring!" Dilini said.

"You all look like schoolgirls. Time for an upgrade."

Tharini pulled out a small cloth bag and dumped its contents onto the nearest bed.

"Panty swap!" she announced.

"Take off what you're wearing and pick a new pair."

The juniors hesitated, but quickly stripping off their panties, their faces blushed as they stood bare under their nighties.

"Now, parade!" Tharini commanded.

The juniors were forced to walk in a circle as the seniors lifted the hems to expose their new panties

"You," Tharini pointed at Priya.

"You're coming with me."

Priya's stomach dropped as Tharini grabbed her wrist and dragged her to one of the beds. Priya's breath hitched as she was pushed onto the narrow mattress and Tharini climbed in after her.

"Don't move," she said.

Her fingers trailing up Priya's thigh, slipping under her nightie. Tharini's hand cupped her between the legs, her thumb rubbing slow circles over the borrowed panties.

"See how quiet she is?" Tharini said, her lips brushing Priya's ear.

"She knows better than to resist."

Her fingers dipped lower, tracing the dampening fabric between Priya's thighs.

She hooked a finger into the waistband of Priya's panties and yanked.

"Let's see how much more she likes it when everyone's watching."

With a sharp tug, she peeled the panties down Priya's thighs, leaving her bare under her nightie.

"Nisha," Tharini called.

"Come hold her legs open."

Nisha grinned and climbed onto the bed, gripping Priya's ankles and spreading them wide.

Tharini's fingers returned, this time with no barrier, sliding through Priya's slick folds.

"Look at her," Tharini said, twisting her fingers just enough to make Priya jerk.

"She's soaked."

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Priya squeezed her eyes shut.

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While Tharini toyed with Priya, Dilini turned her attention back to the remaining juniors.

"You think just swapping panties was enough?" she said.

"Now you're going to trade them."

She grabbed Anjali, still in the sheer red thong, and shoved her toward Meena, who wore the too-tight lace briefs.

"Switch. Now."

They turned away from each other, hands shaking as they peeled off the panties they'd only just put on.

"Faster!" Dilini shouted.

"Now kiss," Dilini ordered.

With a shaky breath, she leaned in.

"Tongue," she demanded.

Meena whimpered but obeyed, her tongue brushing Anjali's.

Tharini finally pulled her fingers away from Priya.

"Open your mouth," Tharini ordered.

Priya hesitated but only for a second.

Tharini's fingers pressed against her lips, and Priya licked them clean, her own taste on her tongue.

"Good girl," Tharini said.

"Now, who's next?"

Nisha grabbed Rashmi, the most defiant of the group, and shoved her onto the bed.

"You've been glaring all night," Nisha said.

Dilini hiked her nightie up to her waist and Nisha's fingers trailed down Rashmi's stomach, lower, lower.

And as her fingers pushed inside, Rashmi's back arched.

Dilini gripped Rashmi's hip, flipping her onto her stomach with a rough yank.

"Enough playing with the front," she said.

"Let's see how she takes it from behind."

Rashmi gasped into the mattress as Dilini's fingers dragged down the curve of her ass, nails leaving faint red trails.

"Lift her nightie," Nisha ordered.

One of the first-years obeyed.

Nisha's free hand spread Rashmi's cheeks apart.

"You'll like this. Everyone does."

Rashmi whimpered as Nisha's thumb circled her tight entrance, pressing just enough to make her jerk.

"She's clenching," Nisha laughed.

"Like she's never been touched here before."

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"Then we'll fix that," Dilini said.

She reached for the bottle of coconut oil on the bedside table.

Rashmi's breath hitched as Nisha's thumb pressed harder.

"There we go," Nisha said, working her in deeper.

"See? Not so bad."

Rashmi's hips buckled helplessly as Nisha added a second finger, scissoring her open and she moaned.

Nisha crooked her fingers, and Rashmi screamed.

"Who's next?" Dilini asked, looking at the remaining juniors.

No one spoke and no one dared.

Tharini laughed.

"You two," Tharini decided, pointing at Anjali and Meena.

"Come here."

"Kneel," Tharini ordered.

They dropped to their knees, their nighties pooling around them.

"You've been watching all night," she murmured.

"Bet you're dying to know how it feels."

She grabbed Anjali's chin, forcing her to look up.

"Lick."

Anjali's breath hitched as Tharini pressed her thumb against her lips. She hesitated only for a second before her tongue came out, lapping at the salt-slick skin.

"Good girl," Tharini purred.

Then, to Meena: "Your turn."

Meena didn't resist. She leaned forward, her lips wrapping around Tharini's other thumb, sucking.

Dilini stepped forward, her hand slipping under Meena's nightie to grope her roughly through the soaked thong. Meena moaned around Tharini's thumb, her hips jerking forward.

"Pathetic," Dilini laughed.

She hooked her fingers into the waistband of Meena's thong and yanked. Meena gasped, her thighs clamping together instinctively but Dilini forced them apart with a knee, exposing her completely.

"Now, let's see how loud you really are."

Her fingers plunged into Meena without warning and Meena screamed. Dilini fucked her with ruthless precision.

"Look at her," Tharini said.

Her grip tightening in Anjali's hair.

"This is what happens when you resist."

"You want it too, don't you?" Tharini asked.

Tharini's hand slid between her legs, cutting her off with a rough stroke.

"That's what I thought."

By the time the sun fully rose, all five juniors lay spent across the beds and floor.

"Clean yourselves up. We'll be back tonight."

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