Memories of College Ragging – I

The college I joined was not my first choice to go to. In fact, I had
little choice about where I would go. My parents were so sick and
tired of the trouble I was getting into in school that they were
scared to send me to a college away from home. The only reason I got
to go to St. John's was because Sharmila was studying there. Sharmila
was a year older than me, and we had lived next to each other for as
long as I can remember.

We used to play together as children. Then one day it all stopped. She
stopped coming over that often, and I found male friends to do male
things with. Over time she grew into a beautiful and sexy babe. That
caused me to regret having lost her friendship. It wasn't like we were
enemies or something. It's just that we weren't friends.

When I discovered masturbation, I played out a lot of fantasies
involving her. Sometimes I seduced her into bed, on other times I
raped her. Sometimes she would seduce me, and sometimes I would
blackmail her. The fantasies were varied, but they all ended with me
fucking her.

Sadly for me, Sharmila grew up to be one of the most level-headed
girls in the colony. She was used as an example to all of us. The most
common statement I would hear was, "Look at Sharmila. How well she
studies!" or something to that effect.

To return to the story about my college, the only reason my parents
let me go to St. John's which was in a different states was because
Sharmila was studying there too. On my part, I dreaded it. Having
Sharmila in the same college meant that news of everything I did was
liable to reach my parents' ears.

College, per se, was exciting. I had been dreading the ragging, but I
found I actually enjoyed it. I especially enjoyed getting to know the
seniors. The fact that I didn't refuse anything they asked me to do
soon wore out the novelty of ragging me. Ragging is really no fun if
the ragee doesn't fight it. Then I had two pluses on my side. I was
game for all kinds of adventures, and most importantly, all the guys
thought they could get close to Sharmila through me.

It was the first weekend of college. Sharmila asked me if I'd like to
join her for an evening out in town. I readily agreed. In my mind I
began to draw up images of her confessing her love to me, and other
such wonderful scenarios. I was particularly surprised when I
discovered that our destination was the pub in town, and when she
ordered a Bacardi I was completely thrown. Was this the same Sharmila
who was known as the goody-goody girl back home? Apparently I didn't
know enough about her.

The evening went off well enough. We drank we dance, and most
importantly we talked. She asked me about college, about myself, and
how I was enjoying myself. I asked her similar things. She drove me
back to college. On the drive back I found her to be a bit tense. It
was like she was dying to tell me something, but couldn't find the
opening. A little away from college she stopped the car and asked me
to buy us some cigarettes. We parked the car under a streetlight and
smoked. The silence was killing, especially after the camaraderie of
the evening.

"You want to say something?" I asked her when I could take it no longer.

She took a deep drag; I could almost feel her brain working out the answer.

"Two things actually", she said at last.

I waited.

"One, none of this goes home. Ok? What you and me do here in college
stays here. I wont carry tales and I expect that you wont."

"Perfect", I agreed. "I wanted to say something on the similar lines."

She nodded, "That's why I took you out today. To show you that the
Sharmila here is not the Sharmila you guys know back there. So you
will see things that may shock you. If you feel you need to talk to me
about them, you are most welcome. But it stops there. None of this
goes home."

"Deal", I told her.

We continued smoking in silence. It suddenly occurred to me that she
had said that she had two things to say.

"So, what's the other thing?"

"How's ragging?" she asked me.

"I dunno. I kinda enjoy it", I told her.

She nodded, "That's what I heard. Seems you are freakier than the ones
ragging you. Not surprising really."

I smiled.

"How would you like to be ragged by a group of girls?" she asked me.

"What?"

She nodded, "A couple of my friends and me have been discussing
ragging a guy. No one's ever done it, for obvious reasons. So when you
came along, we wondered if you would subject yourself to be ragged by
girls."

"You're kidding me", I said.

"No", she replied evenly.

"But girls rag guys openly", I pointed out.

"That shit's not ragging. Asking a guy to salute, or asking him his
name. That's kid stuff. We want to do the real stuff. Interested?"

"I don't know", I replied both turned on and scared at the same time.

"I can guarantee you that you will not be harmed physically. Apart
from that no guarantees. And you have just this one chance. No time to
think about it and answer me later."

"Where will this take place?" I asked her.

"A very safe place. I assure you that. But the entire episode will
remain between the participants only. If word of this leaks out, you
will be sorry. Let me assure of that too."

That last statement told me that I was right. This was going to be
sexual. I had to agree.

The conversation took place on Friday evening. Sharmila gave me a
piece of paper with an address on it. She asked me to be at the
location by 10 the next morning. She warned me not be late. She also
gave me a sealed envelope. I was to open it when I was alone. She said
it contained a list of things I was to purchase before reaching the
venue. She asked me if I had money and offered to give me some if I
needed it. I assured her I had the cash. She then drove me to my
hostel and I got off.

Once in my room I opened the envelope. The contents of the letter were
interesting.

"You must reach the venue by 10. You will carry no other clothes apart
from the one you wear. Delay will be punished. Purchase the following
before you arrive: A 30s packet of condoms, a packet of large thick
candles, a packet of clothes pegs, two metal chains with latch-on
clips at either end, a cane, a thick dog collar, and a packet of
rubber bands. Failure to bring any one of these items will be severely
punished."

I had a massive hard-on. I couldn't believe this. I was actually going
to fuck one or maybe more women. I grabbed my penis and jerked away,
imagining myself being pleasured by four or five women. I came hard
and the effort tired me. I washed myself at the small basin in the
room and lay back on my bed and imagined what the next day would be
like.

Suddenly a thought struck me. If I had to be at the venue by 10, I
would have very little time to shop for the stuff tomorrow. So I went
out and finished the purchases before going to the mess for dinner.

The night was spent in fitful sleep. My dreams were filled with
beautiful women, and erotic dreams. The next day I rose early. Bathed
well, and dressed up in a t-shirt and a pair of denims. I hid the
condoms in my underwear. I didn't want any of the male seniors going
through the bag and finding it. I managed to get out of the campus
without much trouble and caught a bus into town.

After searching for a bit, I found the address. I was thirty minutes
early. I decided not to take a chance and stopped by at a teashop to
have a smoke and most importantly to spend time. They had warned me
not to reach late, I didn't know what the "punishment" would be for
reaching early.

The teashop gave me a good view of the building that was indicated on
the address. Within a few minutes of my tea, I saw Sharmila's car pull
up to the building. I watched three girls, including Sharmila, and a
woman get out of the car. My blood ran cold, the woman was a lecturer
in our college. A sweat broke out, and I was undecided. Was she
involved or was her presence unexpected? Would the girls want me to
appear with her around? These questions ran aroud in my head as I lit
another smoke. Time was running and I didn't see Mrs. Sridevi leaving.
I was caught between a rock and a hard place. If I walked in, how
would we explain it to Sridevi? If I didn't I would be punished for my
delay.

I decided to risk it. First I moved the packet of condoms from my
underwear into my cover with the rest of the stuff, and with 5 minutes
to spare, I rang the doorbell.

Mrs. Sridevi opened the door, "Yes?"

"Ma'am, I am supposed to meet Sharmila here."

"Come in", she said, stepping aside from the door.

The three girls were on the sofa, sipping coffee. Two of them,
Sharmila and Tina, had cigarettes.

"Sit down", Sridevi told me, indicating a single-seater sofa.

"Thank you ma'am", I said as I sat down.

"Coffee, tea or something cold?" she asked me.

None of the girls spoke. They were all staring intently at me.

"Anything will do ma'am", I replied.

She nodded and went in to the kitchen.

"Introduce yourself", Tina said in a flat tone.

"I…I…", I started.

"You didn't tell us he stammers", the other girl noted to Sharmila.

"I don't", I clarified.

"Did I ask you?" she turned to me wit angry eyes.

"N..N..no ma'am."

"Great, then shut up."

"He doesn't", Sharmila answered dryly.

"Then start again. Tell us something about yourself", she asked again.

"I am from …", I reeling out information about myself. I told them
about where I was from, my family, my school, and my hobbies.

"Is that all?" she asked me.

"Yes ma'am", I replied.

"Do I look like I want to marry you?" she asked me.

"N…n…no ma'am", I replied.

"Are you sure he doesn't stammer?" she asked Sharmila.

"I never heard him stammer before this. Must be your boobs that's
distracting him", Sharmila answered her.

The girl had the smallest boobs of the lot. Sharmila and Tina both
laughed at the joke. I smiled.

"What the fuck are you smiling at?" she asked me.

"Shirley, ease up", Tina said.

"I'm cool", Shirley claimed and walked up to me.

"Do you like my boobs?" she asked me.

"Yes ma'am", I replied.

"Really? What do you like about them?" she challenged me.

"Ma'am, they go well with your slim frame", I offered.

"Would you like to touch them?" she asked me.

Mrs. Sridevi found this point to make her return. She offered me a cup
on a saucer. Inside the cup was scalding water. I looked confused at
her.

"You said 'anything', so I guessed hot water would do", she said as
she sat on the other single-seater sofa.

The room erupted in laughter. Unknown to them, I relaxed inside. So
after all she was not going to spoil things. I would get my sex.

"Drink", Shirley instructed me.

I took a sip.

"So, would you like to touch them?" she asked me.

"Yes ma'am", I replied.

"Have you touched a boob before?"

I debated whether to lie or to tell the truth, I decided to be honest.
"No ma'am."

"No?"

"No ma'am."

"So you are a virgin?" Mrs. Sridevi asked.

"Yes ma'am."

"Wow! This is so exciting", Tina chirped in.

"Wonder what a virgin dick looks like?" mused Shirley.

"Very much like a unvirgin one I suppose", Sharmila spoke for the first time.

"Oh! I wanna see. Tell him to take off his pants", Tina chirped.

"Tell him yourself", Shirley said.

"Take it off", Tina chirped.

I hesitated.

"Didn't you hear her?" Sharmila barked. "Take it off."

I undid my trousers and pulled down my underwear. Junior sprang to
attention, along with him fell out the packet of condoms.

(To be continued)

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