Main Prachi, 18 saal ki, school ki ek simple aur sharif ladki. Lambi height, gori skin, medium size choochiyan aur patli kamar wali. Main hamesha se hi apne padhai aur rules mein believe karti thi. Isliye jab senior Vishal ne mujhe ragging shuru ki, main chup nahi rahi.
Vishal 20 saal ka tha — school ka sabse dangerous senior. Gym jaane wala, muscular body, bade biceps aur chest. Uske father school ke trustee the, isliye principal bhi usse darta tha. Woh har nayi ladki ko target karta tha.
Pehle din hi canteen mein usne mujhe rok kar bola, “Prachi, aaj se tu meri personal slave hai. Roz subah mujhe ‘Good morning Sir’ bolke mera shoe polish karegi.”
Main ne uske muh par jawab diya, “Main aisi koi randi nahi hoon. Main principal ke paas complaint karungi.”
Usne zor se hasa aur bola, “Kar le complaint… dekhunga tera kya banta hai.”
Main ne sach mein complaint kar di.
Principal sir ne dono ko office mein bula liya. Principal ne mujhe dekha aur thoda uncomfortable ho gaye. Phir Vishal ki taraf dekha aur dheere se bola, “Vishal beta… tu jaanta hai tera baap kitna powerful hai. Lekin yeh complaint serious hai. Dono yahan office mein wait karo, main baahar meeting mein ja raha hoon. 15 minute baad aata hoon.”
Principal utha aur jaate waqt light band kar di aur CCTV camera ka switch off kar diya. Darwaza band karke woh chala gaya.
Ab office mein sirf main aur Vishal the. Andhera tha, sirf table lamp ki halki roshni.
Jaise hi darwaza band hua, Vishal ka chehra ekdam badal gaya. Usne mujhe collar se pakda aur zor se wall ke saath dhakel diya. Uski muscular body mujhe completely daba rahi thi.
“Saali chhoti kutiya… complaint kiya principal ke paas?” usne gusse aur lust se bola.
Main darr ke maare kaanp rahi thi. “Chhodo mujhe… please… main sab bata dungi teacher ko…”
Vishal ne zor se thappad maara mere gaal par. Thapp!
“Bol… bol ‘Main ek gandi randi hoon jo senior se ragging chahti thi.’” Usne phone nikaal kar recording on kar di.
Main rone lagi, “Nahi… please mat record karo… chhodo mujhe.”
Usne mera baal pakad kar khinch liya aur apna dusra haath meri skirt ke andar daal diya. Uski badi muscles se main bilkul helpless feel kar rahi thi.
“Ab sun le Prachi… yahan se nikalna hai toh meri baat maanni padegi. Nahi toh main tujhe itna degrade karunga ki school mein tera muh dikhane layak nahi rahega.”
Usne meri skirt upar ki aur meri panty par haath ferte hue bola, “Dekh teri yeh chhoti si chut… itni tight hai. Par tu toh badi sharif ban rahi thi na? Ab bol… ‘Main Vishal sir ki office ki randi hoon.’”
Main rone lagi aur dheere se boli, “Main… Vishal sir ki… office ki randi hoon…”
“Louder saali!” usne mera baal aur zor se khinchte hue chillaya.
“Main Vishal sir ki office ki randi hoon!!” main darr ke maare chillayi.
Vishal muskuraya aur recording continue rakhte hue bola, “Ab kapde utar… pehle top nikaal. Dikhade apni choochiyan mujhe.”
Main haath kaanp rahe the. “Sir please… mat karo… koi aa jayega…”
Usne apni badi muscles dikhaate hue ek aur thappad maara aur mera top khinch kar utar diya. Meri bra mein choochiyan ubhar rahi thi.
“Kitni gandi hai tu… sharif banne ki acting karti hai. Asal mein toh tu bhi maze lena chahti hai na? Bol ‘Main ek cheap school slut hoon jo seniors ke lund ke liye tarapti hai.’”
Maine aansu bahate hue repeat kiya, “Main… ek cheap school slut hoon… jo seniors ke lund ke liye tarapti hoon…”
Vishal ne mera bra bhi utar diya aur meri choochiyon ko zor se dabate hue bola, “Waah… kitni soft choochiyan hain teri. Ab panty bhi utar… apni chut dikha mujhe.”
Main bahut resist kar rahi thi lekin uski muscle power aur darr ke aage main kuch nahi kar paayi. Usne meri skirt aur panty neeche ki aur mujhe table par jhuka diya.
Ab main bilkul nangi thi table par, gaand upar ki taraf. Vishal peeche khada tha, phone se record kar raha tha.
“Spread your legs, randi. Aur bol… ‘Meri chut aur gaand aapke liye hai sir. Aap jo chaaho kar sakte ho.’”
Main kaanpte hue uski baat repeat kar rahi thi, submissive ho chuki thi. “Meri chut aur gaand aapke liye hai sir… aap jo chaaho kar sakte ho…”
Vishal ne zor se meri gaand par thappad maara aur muskurate hue bola, “Ab asli maza aayega Prachi… principal aane se pehle main tujhe itna degrade karunga ki tu hamesha yaad rakhegi.”
Main table par bilkul nangi leti hui thi, gaand upar ki taraf, taangein faili hui. Ro rahi thi aur kaanp rahi thi. Vishal peeche khada tha, uska muscular body bahut bada lag raha tha. Uska phone recording mode mein tha aur red light jal rahi thi.
“Spread your legs wider, saali kutiya!” usne zor se chillaya aur meri gaand par ek aur zor ka thappad maara.
Thapppp!!
“Aaahhh!!” main dard se cheekhi. Meri gol gaand laal ho chuki thi.
Vishal ne meri taangein aur faila di aur apni ungli meri chut par ragadne laga. “Dekh… teri yeh chhoti si chut kitni geeli ho rahi hai. Shariff banne ki acting karti thi aur andar se toh bilkul randi nikli.”
Main rone lagi, “Sir please… mat karo… main aisi nahi hoon… koi aa jayega…”
Usne mera baal pakad kar khinch liya aur mera chehra upar kiya. Uski dark aankhein mujhe dara rahi thi. “Chup kar saali fake sharif! Ab se tu meri personal office randi hai. Bol… ‘Main Prachi, school ki sabse sasti chut hoon.’”
Maine aansu bahate hue repeat kiya, “Main… Prachi… school ki sabse sasti chut hoon…”
Vishal hasa aur recording zoom karke meri chut par kiya. “Aur zor se bol! Aur apni chut khol ke dikha!”
Usne meri gaand ke dono taraf haath rakh kar cheeks faila di aur meri chut ko completely expose kar diya. Main bahut sharm se mar rahi thi lekin uski muscle power ke saamne kuch nahi kar paa rahi thi.
“Sir… please band kar do recording… main sab kuch karungi…” main beg karne lagi.
“Sab kuch?” usne muskurate hue poocha aur apni ungli meri chut mein daal di.
“Ahhhh!!” main kaanp gayi.
“Haan saali… ab yeh teri zindagi hai. Principal ke office mein nangi leti hui apni senior ki ungliyan le rahi hai. Bol ‘Thank you sir, meri chut mein ungli daalne ke liye.’”
Main darr ke maare bolne lagi, “Thank you sir… meri chut mein ungli daalne ke liye…”
Vishal ne speed badha di. Do ungliyan andar bahar karne laga aur dusre haath se meri choochiyon ko zor-zor se masalne laga. Nipples ko pinch karke ghumane laga.
“Kitni tight hai teri chut… par ab yeh meri hai. Tu ab se school mein jab bhi mujhe dekhegi, apni taangein thodi faila degi. Samjhi randi?”
“Haan sir…” main ro rahi thi lekin uski ungliyon ki wajah se meri awaaz mein ek ajeeb si siskari aa rahi thi.
Usne mujhe table se uthaya aur ghutno par baitha diya. Uska mota lund pant ke andar se ubhar raha tha. Usne zip kholi aur apna sakht, mota lund bahar nikaal kar mere muh ke saamne laga diya.
“Chus saali! Aur achhe se chus. Camera mein muh khol ke dikha ki tu kitni badi cock sucker hai.”
Main ne mana karne ki koshish ki, “Sir please… main yeh nahi kar sakti… main virgin hoon…”
Thappp!! Usne ek aur zor ka thappad maara.
“Virgin? Ab nahi hai tu koi virgin. Ab tu sirf meri throat whore hai. Muh khol!”
Maine darr ke maare muh khola. Vishal ne mera baal pakda aur apna lund mere muh mein ghusa diya. Bahut gehraai tak.
“Gllll… uhhhh…” main gag karne lagi. Aankhon se paani beh raha tha.
“Ha ha… dekho is randi ko… office mein senior ka lund muh mein le rahi hai. Chus aur achhe se… jeebh se chat… aur bol jab tak muh mein hai — ‘Main Vishal sir ki personal randi hoon.’”
Maine lund muh mein rakhte hue garam-garam awaaz mein repeat kiya, “Main… Vishal sir ki personal randi hoon…”
Vishal ne mera sir dono haathon se pakda aur zor-zor se muh chodne laga. Har dhakke ke saath mera gala bhar raha tha. Recording chalti rahi.
“Le le saali… pura lund le apne sharif muh mein. School ki topper banne wali ladki ab office ki cheap slut ban gayi. Teri mummy-papa ko pata chalega toh kya kahenge? Unki beti senior ke lund ki gulam ban gayi.”
Main sirf rone aur chusne ke beech siskariyan nikal rahi thi.
Kuch der baad usne mujhe uthaya aur table par seedha litaya. Meri taangein faila kar upar uthayi aur apna lund meri chut ke muh par ragadne laga.
“Sir please… andar mat daalna… main pregnant ho jaungi…” main darr ke maare ro rahi thi.
Vishal ne zor se hasa, “Pregnant? Tension mat le randi. Aaj sirf teri chut ko training dunga. Par yaad rakh — jab bhi main bulau, tu legs faila ke ready rahegi. Warna yeh recording pura school aur tere ghar bhej dunga.”
Usne apna lund meri chut par ragadte hue zor-zor se thappad maare meri gaand par aur choochiyon par.
“Bol… ‘Main Prachi, Vishal sir ki office aur school ki full time randi hoon. Meri chut, muh aur gaand sab uske liye hain.’”
Main bilkul toot chuki thi. Submissive awaaz mein boli, “Main Prachi… Vishal sir ki office aur school ki full time randi hoon… meri chut, muh aur gaand sab aapke liye hain sir…”
Vishal muskuraya. “Good girl.”
Tabhi bahar principal ke aane ki awaaz aayi. Usne jaldi se mujhe kapde phenkne ko bola aur phone band kiya.
Lekin usne mere kaan mein dheere se kaha, “ Yeh sirf shuruat hai Prachi… kal se asli ragging shuru hogi. Aur yaad rakh — tu ab meri property hai.”