Priya’s eyes widened in raw terror as the burly night watchman, a dark, muscular 45-year-old man named Babu with a thick mustache and massive belly, stepped into the chemistry lab. His eyes roamed hungrily over her naked, restrained body — spread-eagled on the lab table, covered in layers of drying cum, piss, and welts, her holes still gaping and leaking the professors’ filthy deposits. The “CAMPUS WHORE” marker on her tits was smeared but still clearly visible.

“Dean Saheb said the new randi is ready for us,” Babu growled, his voice thick with lust. He picked up the wooden baton and slapped it against his palm. “Time to break you properly, memsaab.”