Priya’s legs trembled violently as Meera and Arjun dragged her across the dark campus paths toward the administrative building. Her salwar kameez was soaked through with drying cum, piss, and her own juices. Thick globs of senior boys’ semen still leaked from her gaping pussy and asshole, staining the crotch of her pants with dark, obscene wet patches. Every step made the heavy mixture squelch inside her ruined holes. The nipple clamps with weights still bit cruelly into her swollen, bruised nipples, hidden barely by the dupatta.

“Walk properly, cum-dump,” Meera hissed, slapping Priya’s ass hard. “Dean Sir hates late whores.”