College Hostel Ragging V2

Knock. Knock. Knock.

The sharp noise made Priya jump and the door flew open as three senior girls strode in.

"New girls!" Rashmi said.

"Stand up. Now."

Priya scrambled to her feet and so did Anjali.

"Hostel has rules and tonight, we will inspect."

Rashmi's fingers snapped.

"Strip."

Priya's breath hitched.

"What?"

"You heard her," another senior, Nisha, said.

"We need to make sure you're not hiding anything. Clothes off."

Anjali pulled her tank top over her head, revealing firm, perky breasts. Priya's hands gripped the hem of her nightie and removed overhead exposing her small, round breasts as she stood bare.

"Look at this one," Nisha said, circling Priya.

"So innocent, she's never even touched herself."

She grabbed Priya's wrist and forced her hand toward Anjali.

"Go on and feel your roommate. Let's see if you know what a real woman feels like."

Priya's fingers brushed Anjali's stomach.

"Lower," Rashmi ordered.

Priya's trembling hand slid down, grazing the waistband of Anjali's shorts.

"Pathetic," Rashmi said as she pulled Anjali's shorts, making her bare too.

"Hold still," Nisha said as she tilted a lit candle.

The first drop landed on Priya's inner thigh as she gasped. Another drop followed, then another, trailing up her sensitive skin. Anjali bit her lip as wax dripped onto her own thighs, her breath coming faster.

"You can stop the pain," Rashmi whispered.

"Just kiss. Distract each other."

Priya's eyes watered but Anjali leaned in.

"Good girls," Rashmi said.

"Now let's see how much more you can take."

"Turn around," Rashmi ordered.

"Hands on the wall."

They obeyed.

Nisha ran a fingernail down the curve of Anjali's spine.

Priya flinched as cold fingers gripped her hips, spreading her cheeks.

"Such pretty little backsides," Rashmi said.

"But let's see how they handle a real test."

The candle tilted again, dripping wax down the small of Priya's back and she jerked.

"Don't move, sweetheart," Nisha said.

"Unless you want it somewhere deeper."

Anjali's breath hitched as another senior traced a finger between her own cheeks.

"Relax," the girl said.

"Or this will hurt much more."

The next drop of wax landed right at the base of Priya's spine, trickling to her forbidden entrance making her moan.

A thick bead of wax dripped onto Anjali's tailbone, then lower, the heat making her gasp.

Once the wax had cooled, the seniors peeled it away slowly and without warning, Rashmi pressed a slick thumb against Priya's tight rear hole, making her cry out.

"So tense," she said.

Rashmi grabbed Priya's wrists, pushed behind her back while Nisha forced her to bend at the waist.

"Wider," Nisha said, pressing a knee between Priya's thighs to force them apart.

Anjali was next, her body shoved over the arm of the couch.

A bottle of coconut oil appeared in Rashmi's hand and she poured it slowly over Priya's lower back, letting it trickle to her rear.

"This'll help," she said.

She was massaging the oil into Priya's clenching cheeks.

Priya whimpered as a slick finger circled her back entrance, pressing just enough to make her gasp.

"She's never taken anything here before," Nisha said.

Anjali bit her lip as two seniors worked on her simultaneously, one teasing her front while the other tracing oil slicked fingers around her tight rear hole.

"Breathe out," the girl behind Anjali said before pushing the tip of her finger inside.

Anjali's back arched as she moaned.

"Now you do it," Rashmi ordered.

She guided Priya's hand between Anjali's spread cheeks.

"Make her feel good."

Priya's fingers trembled as she touched Anjali's rear.

Anjali, in turn, was made to reciprocate, to open Priya.

Rashmi lifted the half melted candle, now cooled and hardened.

Priya's breath hitched as the cold wax pressed against her rear entrance.

"Relax," Nisha said.

"Or this will hurt much worse."

With slow, cruel precision, Rashmi began to push.

Priya gasped as the cold intrusion breached her.

Anjali was forced to watch, her own body still throbbing.

"Your turn," Nisha said, lifting a second candle.

Anjali clenched instinctively, as the cold wax pressed against her, and this time, there was no oil.

"Breathe out," Rashmi said before shoving it in.

Anjali's back arched with a sharp cry.

"Such good girls," Rashmi said, twisting the candle slightly.

"Now, kiss each other and make it convincing."

Trembling, Priya and Anjali leaned in, their lips meeting in a desperate kiss with the candles inside them shifted.

Rashmi ran a finger down Priya's spine and

Priya clenched around the intrusion instinctively and Nisha crouched behind Anjali.

"We know you're feeling it," she said.

Both juniors got fucked from their rear with candles in tandem as they faced each other.

They came together as the seniors erupted in cheers.

"Good girls," Rashmi said, finally removing the candles.