Thank you for the patience for the next chapter. This is slightly more lighthearted, and I was unsure to put this under nonconsent or exhibitionist. Ultimately I put it under Exhibitionism, but be warned there are some minor reluctance/nonconsent in here too. The next chapter may take a while too, due to commitment to other things, but I will keep continuing the story. Hope you enjoy.
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Deepika cannot sleep. It is not just because of the buzzing toy inside, but the opportunity Anuj had given her. Can she really leave without consequence? No. This is Anuj telling this. No one is more untrustworthy than this slime. This feeling inside is too much. How can she concentrate when between her legs, something is blocking her thoughts. She wanted to just relieve herself from the internal battle. She could easily do it. Just pull it out, and finish the job. But what is stopping her? Why is she not walking away? Does she enjoy the sex? Of course she does. What kind of stupid thought was that? She does not like how everyone sees her, but somehow that adds to her pleasure. It’s something else. Something else that makes her want to leave.
A hand touches her shoulders, making her jump. She turns to see Zakir, looking concerned.
He calmly asks, “Are you okay?”
“I don’t know,” she whispers.
“Let’s go outside to talk,” he offers.
“Like this?”
“Are you still that shy?” he chuckles.
She blushes. She knows it is silly, but nudity is not something she will ever be used to. Zakir pulls off his banyan and gives it to her. Thankful she puts it on the two go outside. To anyone it looks like a night dress. However being a vest, her cleavage is more than visible. As much as he enjoying her lack of attire, he is feeling irritated that he has to be up this early. However something seems off. She seems to be more worried than usual.
She can’t keep her eyes off of his topless body. His cut chest shines from the sunrise, and she struggles to keep her hand off him.
“Now tell me, what’s wrong?” he asks warmly.
“You’re probably gonna hate me,” she whispers.
“Why would you say that?”
She bursts into tears. She struggles, but manages to tell her everything. She talks about Prianka, and how the others forced her to put her in that situation. She tells him about how worthless she feels every time she is with them.
“I can take whatever they do to me, but why her!? I thought maybe Hridhya may feel bad, but she laughed. She thought it was hilarious. I tried to forget it, but every time I sleep, I hear Prianka asking, ‘Why?’ I can’t take it anymore, I just want to end it-”
But before she could finish, Zakir grabs Deepika and hugs her tightly. Their bodies touch and she embraces back as she cries in his arms. She does not deserve a friend like Zakir. Only he could understand her position.
However, Zakir is filled not with sympathy but with rage. The point was to slowly push her irreversible depravity. Instead, they pushed her too fast, causing her to fight back. What if she told the police? And of all the people, the victim was Prianka? She was just some random girl. If there was a girl to screw over, why could it not be the NRI’s roommate? But that’s for later. He must be careful with what he is going to say.
“Deepika, what they did was wrong. I know this is too much to ask, but please do not tell anyone what you did.”
She looks up to him confused. “Why?”
“You could get in trouble. How will that help her? You must not let people know your involvement.”
“I guess,” she hesitantly replies. “But I feel bad for her.”
“I know people say it’s important to clear one’s conscious, but that will not solve anything. Remember you never forced her. She also did this to herself.”
His words make sense, but she still is unsure. Quietly she asks, “What should I do? I don’t trust Anuj, or anyone.”
He must choose the right words. Thinking deeply, he tells her, “Only you can decide that.”
This is all that Deepika needed to hear. She pulls out the thick slippery dildo, and throws it out of the balcony. Zakir watches in horror and confusion as it crashes onto the ground. How did destroying some sex toy relate to Prianka? What was the connection.
Deepika, however, has never felt so free in her entire life. Seeing Zakir’s look she explains, “Anuj had offered me an out from their slut curriculum.”
Zakir could not respond. He just dumbly stares at her with his jaws open. He wants to thrash Anuj for until all that is left is a pool of mush. He is too shocked to listen to Deepika ramble on.
“...I know Anuj and Rupesh are making me do some things today, but with you and the other girls with me, I know I can feel safe.”
“Yeah,” he weakly replies. “It’s good that you still want to have fun.”
She hugs him again, and rushes back inside to get ready. While in the shower, she vigorously fingers herself thinking about today. She is on vacation. No one else from college are here. She is feeling horny from the dildo. She may be out of the slut curriculum, but that does not mean she can’t have fun.
Zakir stares blankly, having no idea what just happened.
Dare 1
It is breakfast and the group is in a small restaurant on top of a roof. Most wearing shorts and t-shirts. Deepika, however, stands out, clad in a purple bra with matching panties.
“Would it have killed you to bring some normal clothes!?” Aisha asks, annoyed.
“Shut up,” Anuj scoffs. “She’s dressed exactly how you bitches should be. Am I right Zakir!?”
Zakir does not speak. He just glares from across the table, trying desperately to maintain his composure.
Abhinaya then asks, “You still haven’t told us if you are okay with this game.”
“That’s not a game” Madhavi exclaims. “All we do is tell Deepika to do whatever we want?”
“I’m sure she said yes,” Abhishek growls. “So what is the problem?”
“Are you serious?” Aisha snaps. “After what happened with one of our friends, why would this be a good idea.”
“Are you still bitching about that?” Anuj laughs.
“Maybe it wouldn’t have happened if some idiot learned self control,” Zakir mutters.
Misunderstanding what he said, the girls start bickering at Zakir. Soon the entire table start to argue with each other. All except the NRI, and the junior. Both quietly drink their coffee, and shuffling at the awkwardness. Deepika maybe less dressed, but the attention had shifted to the others.
Perhaps it was the first taste of freedom, but something made her raise her voice.
“Guys!” she shouts.
Everyone stops and stares at her.
Nervously, she says. “If you want to make it into a game, why not make them dares double dares. Whatever you want me to do, you guys have to do it too.”
