Bani sat silently in the back seat of Arjun’s car as they drove out of the city towards Vikram’s private farmhouse on the outskirts. Her body was still sore and leaking from the double fucking in the van. Every bump on the road made her wince — her pussy and ass throbbed with reminder of how roughly they had used her. She had worn what they ordered: a thin white crop top that barely contained her heavy breasts and a short pleated skirt with no underwear. Her nipples poked obviously against the fabric, and she kept pulling the skirt down nervously.

Main kahan aa gayi hoon? Tears welled up as she stared out the window. Just a few days ago she was the shy, innocent junior who blushed at boys’ glances. Now she was going to a senior’s farmhouse at midnight to be used by three of them. The shame burned deep, yet her clit was already swollen and wet again. That unwanted arousal disgusted her and excited her at the same time.