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#Abuse #Blackmail #Rape
By Sowmya Roy
A bully uses a young girl in a college trip
My heart pounded in my chest as I stepped onto the college bus, surrounded by the cacophony of laughter and chatter that filled the air. It was the early 1980s in Kolkata, and the muchanticipated trip to Digha Beach was finally here. The sticky heat of the Indian summer clung to my skin, making me acutely aware of the dampness that had begun to form between my thighs. The excitement of the trip was palpable, but the fear of what I knew would happen during this trip made me want to turn back.
The bus was packed with my fellow students, a mix of boys and girls from all over the city. Among them was the notorious college bully, Rohit. He was the kind of guy that every girl in school talked about in hushed whispers – the one who didn’t just stop at bullying, but took things to a whole new level. His lecherous eyes had been on me since the day I had entered college, and I had done my best to stay out of his way. But on a trip like this, with no escape, I knew I was in for a hellish ride.
The bus rumbled to life and pulled away from the college gates, leaving the city behind. The journey to Digha Beach was long and uncomfortable, the narrow seats and stifling heat making it hard to breathe. I sat in the back, trying to blend in with the scenery outside the window, hoping that Rohit wouldn’t notice me. But, of course, he did. His eyes scanned the bus until they found me, and a smug grin spread across his face. He made his way down the aisle, his thick, muscular frame pushing past the other students until he reached my seat.
“Hey, Sowmya,” he said, his voice a low purr that sent shivers down my spine. “Mind if I sit with you?”
I gulped, trying to keep my composure. “I… I guess,” I managed to stutter out, my voice barely above a whisper.
Rohit settled in next to me, his thigh pressing against mine. The warmth of his body made me feel even more uncomfortable than I already was. He leaned in, his breath hot on my ear. “You know what everyone says about you, don’t you?”
I swallowed hard, feeling the blood rush to my cheeks. “No, what?”
“They say you’re a chhupi chhupi,” he whispered, using a Hindi slang that roughly translated to ‘sneaky slut’. “That you’re just waiting for the right opportunity to spread your legs for anyone who looks your way.”
My stomach churned with disgust, but I knew better than to argue with him. Instead, I turned away, hoping he would get the hint. But Rohit was not one to be deterred. His hand slid over to my thigh, his fingers inching closer and closer to the apex of my legs.
“Why don’t we go to the back of the bus?” he suggested, his voice dripping with lewd intent. “We can have some fun before we get to the beach.”
My mind raced as I tried to think of an excuse, my body trembling with fear. But before I could even speak, Rohit had grabbed my wrist and was pulling me through the narrow aisle. The other students looked on, some with amusement, others with pity, but no one dared to interfere.
The bus was crowded, but the back seats were mostly empty. Rohit shoved me into one, his hand already unbuckling his belt. “Take it out,” he demanded, his eyes dark with lust. “I want to see what you’ve got.”
Tears stung my eyes as I did as I was told, my trembling hands lifting my sari to expose my naked body to his leering gaze. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, and he began to stroke it slowly. “Look at me,” he ordered, his grip on my chin painful. “Look at what you do to me.”
I couldn’t help but look, my eyes drawn to the obscene sight of his hand moving up and down his shaft. He leaned in, his breath hot and rank with the stench of paan, a popular betel leaf concoction. “You want it, don’t you?” he sneered. “You’ve been begging for it.”
“No,” I whimpered, my voice barely audible.
Rohit just laughed, his hand reaching down to tear at my blouse. “Lying little bitch,” he spat out, the Bengali slang ‘kutti’ slipping from his tongue. “You’re going to take it whether you want it or not.”
With a brutal yank, he exposed my breasts, my sari slipping away to reveal the soft mounds. His eyes raked over me, taking in every inch of my trembling flesh. He leaned in and took a nipple into his mouth, biting down hard. The pain was exquisite, and I couldn’t help but let out a low moan.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his teeth grazing my sensitive flesh. “Show me how much you like it.”
My body was responding to his touch despite my mind screaming in protest. I could feel the wetness pooling between my legs, and my pussy began to throb with a need I had never felt before. His hand reached down, his fingers sliding through the slick folds of my .
“So wet,” he murmured. “You really are a slut.”
The words stung, but the sensation of his rough digits inside me was too much to ignore. He pumped them in and out, the friction sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. His other hand was still on my breast, squeezing and twisting until I thought I couldn’t take it anymore.
I closed my eyes, trying to block out the reality of the situation, but it was no use. Rohit’s grunts and the slap of skin on skin filled the air, mixing with the diesel fumes of the bus and the distant sound of the ocean. His cock was now fully exposed, standing tall and proud before me. He took my hand and placed it on his shaft, guiding my movements.
“Stroke it,” he ordered. “Make it nice and wet for me.”
The feel of his hot, throbbing flesh in my hand was too much. I could feel the precum leaking out, slicking my palm. His eyes bore into me, demanding that I look at him, that I acknowledge the power he had over me. And, as much as I hated it, I did.
Rohit’s hand moved down to my pussy, his thumb pressing against my clit. The pleasure was overwhelming, and I couldn’t help but let out a gasp. He took that as an invitation and shoved his thumb inside me, his other fingers working my clit with a skill that surprised me. I began to buck my hips, desperately seeking more friction, more of the delicious pain that was building within me.
“That’s it,” he groaned, his own stroking becoming more frenzied. “You’re going to come for me, Sowmya.”
And come I did, my body convulsing as the most powerful orgasm of my life ripped through me. I bit my lip to keep from screaming out, my nails digging into the palm of his hand. He didn’t stop, though, his thumb relentless until I was trembling and spent.
He pulled his hand away, a smear of my juices glistening on his thumb. “Taste it,” he said, holding it out to me.
With a sense of defeat, I opened my mouth and took his thumb inside, sucking on it greedily. He watched me, his eyes never leaving mine, until he was satisfied that I had licked every last drop of myself from him.
“Now, it’s time for the main course,” he said, pushing me down onto the seat. He climbed on top of me, his cock poised at my entrance. “Open your legs,” he snarled.
I obeyed, my legs shaking as I spread them wide, baring myself to him completely. He didn’t waste any time, slamming into me without preamble. The pain was sharp, making me cry out, but he didn’t care. He took me hard and fast, his hips pistoning into me as if he was trying to break me in two.
I could feel every inch of him, his roughness and size stretching me to the limit. My pussy was slick with my own juices, making it easier for him to plunge deeper and deeper. His hands were everywhere, gripping my hips, my breasts, my hair, pulling and tugging until I was lost in a haze of pain and pleasure.
“You’re mine,” he grunted, his voice thick with lust. “You always have been.”
The bus hit a bump, sending us both tumbling to the floor. The other students had moved to the front, giving us a semblance of privacy. Rohit didn’t miss a beat, flipping me over onto my stomach. He yanked my petticoat up, exposing my round ass.
“Now, I’m going to fuck you like a dog,” he said, his voice harsh. “How does that sound?”
The thought of him taking me from behind, so animalistic and raw, made me even wetter. He didn’t bother with lubricant, just spit into his hand and smeared it onto his cock. He pushed my legs apart, his hand coming down hard on my ass in a stinging slap.
“Ready?” he asked, his voice full of mock concern.
I nodded, my cheek pressed against the sticky vinyl seat. He positioned himself, his cockhead nudging against my entrance, and then pushed in with one hard thrust. I screamed into the fabric of my sari, my body stretching to accommodate his size.
“Yes,” he hissed, his hands digging into the flesh of my hips. “Take it all, you little whore.”
He began to fuck me with an intensity that I had never experienced before. Each thrust was accompanied by a slap to my ass, the sting adding to the pleasure that was building inside of me. I could feel my second orgasm approaching, my pussy clenching around his cock as he pounded into me.
“Harder,” I moaned, the word slipping out before I could stop it.
Rohit complied, his grip tightening as he slammed into me even harder. “That’s what I like to hear,” he said, his voice guttural.
The bus jolted again, and this time, he didn’t stop. He just held on tighter, his cock driving into me like a piledriver. I could feel him getting closer, his breathing becoming more ragged.
“I’m going to come,” he grunted, his hips bucking erratically. “You’re going to take it all.”
And with that, he did. His hot cum filled me, spurting deep inside as he emptied himself into my pussy. He collapsed onto me, his weight pressing me into the floor.
For a moment, we lay there, both of us panting and sweaty. Then he pulled out, his cock still hard and glistening with our combined fluids. He tucked himself back into his pants and zipped up, a look of smug satisfaction on his face.
“Remember, Sowmya,” he said, his voice low and menacing. “You’re mine. And I’ll take you whenever and however I want.”
I nodded, my body still trembling from the force of my orgasm. I knew that this was just the beginning, that I was now his to use and abuse. And as the bus rolled on towards Digha Beach, I couldn’t help but feel a perverse thrill at the thought of what else he had in store for me.
The rest of the trip was a blur of sand, sun, and more of Rohit’s rough touches. He claimed me whenever and wherever he could, in the sea, in the sand dunes, even in the cramped bathroom stall of our hotel. Each time, I hated it, but my body betrayed me, responding to his every touch, every thrust.
As the trip drew to a close, I knew that my life would never be the same. I was no longer just Sowmya, the shy college girl. I was now Rohit’s chhupi chhupi, his sneaky slut to be used and discarded. But, in the darkest corners of my heart, I couldn’t deny the twisted thrill that his cruel dominance brought me.
And as we pulled back into Kolkata, my body still aching from his use, I knew that I would never forget the sordid details of that trip to Digha Beach. It was a memory that would live with me forever, a reminder of the power he held over me and the depraved pleasure I found in his arms.
The end of the trip brought with it a strange sense of relief and loss. As much as I had suffered under Rohit’s control, there was a part of me that craved his touch, that thrilled at the thought of being his to use whenever he wanted. And as I stepped off the bus, my sari still damp from our last encounter, I knew that the scent of his cum on my skin would linger, a constant reminder of the dark, twisted desire that had been awakened within me.
I walked back to my hostel, my legs shaky and my mind reeling. As I lay in bed that night, my hand slipped between my legs, my fingers finding my stillswollen clit. I thought of Rohit, of his harsh words and his rough touch, and I couldn’t help but touch myself, replaying the events of the trip over and over in my mind.
The days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, but I could never shake the memories of Digha Beach. Every time I saw Rohit on campus, my stomach would flip, and my pussy would throb with need. And, in the privacy of my own room, I would give in to those needs, my hand bringing me the pleasure that only his cock had ever been able to give me.
In the end, it was a secret that I carried with me, a dirty little piece of myself that no one else would ever understand. But it was also a part of me that I had come to accept, a part that craved the depravity that Rohit had introduced me to. And as much as I hated it, I knew that I would never be able to completely escape the hold he had over me, the hold of a college bully who had claimed me as his own.
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By Sowmya Roy
#Abuse #Blackmail #Rape
