Bani’s mind was a storm of shame and sick excitement as she sat in the last row of the old college van the next evening. The van was supposed to be for the cultural team’s late-night practice drop, but Arjun had “arranged” it. It was parked in the far corner of the abandoned ground behind the sports complex — dark, isolated, with broken streetlights and thick trees hiding it from the main road. The driver had been sent away with money. Only the three of them now.

She was wearing a short red kurti that barely reached her mid-thighs and a black leggings underneath, no bra, no panty — as per the new instructions on her phone. Her heavy breasts strained against the thin fabric, nipples already hard from fear and anticipation. Marks from Karan’s slaps and bites were still visible on her neck and breasts if anyone looked closely. Her pussy and ass were still sore and sensitive from the previous night’s rough training.