Justice will be served

Supali, a young girl with a penchant for daydreams, slammed her book shut with a sigh of relief. The room was filled with the usual murmur of students eager to escape the confines of algebra and calculus, their voices a stark contrast to the silence of numbers.

“Hey, Supali, wait up!” called a voice from behind her. She turned to see Rohan, a boy from her class, jogging to catch up. His eyes darted to the swell of her chest, and she felt the heat of a blush rise in her cheeks. She knew what was coming next. It was the same every day.

“What’s up?” she asked, trying to sound nonchalant as she adjusted her necktie.

Rohan smirked, his eyes lingering on her chest for a moment too long. “Just noticed you’ve, uh, outgrown your uniform again.” He nudged his friend, Akash, who snickered in response.

Supali rolled her eyes and quickened her pace, the familiar sting of embarrassment prickling her skin. “It’s not my fault the school can’t keep up with my growth spurt,” she shot back, her voice a mix of annoyance and resignation.

The two boys followed, their laughter echoing down the corridor. “Someone’s gotta tell the seamstress to loosen up those measurements,” Akash quipped.

Supali spun around, her patience wearing thin. “Why don’t you two just grow up and leave me alone?” She snapped, her voice sharp as the edges of the books she clutched to her chest.

Rohan’s smirk only grew wider, and he leaned in closer, his breath warm on her neck. “What’s the matter, Supali? Can’t take a little teasing?”

Her eyes narrowed, and she could feel the fabric of her white blouse stretching taut across her round D-cup breasts. “It’s not teasing,” she retorted. “It’s harassment.”

“Look, we’re just having some fun.” He reached out to touch her arm. She pulled away, the heat of his touch leaving a trail of goosebumps. “You know we don’t mean anything by it.”

Supali’s eyes searched the empty hallway, desperate for a teacher or anyone who could intervene. “It’s not fun for me,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “Every day, it’s like you’re trying to humiliate me.”

Akash took a step back, his laughter dying in his throat. “Chill out, Supali. We didn’t mean it like that.” His eyes kept drifting down to her chest.

Rohan, however, was unfazed by her rejection. He leaned in closer, his eyes never leaving hers. “C’mon, it’s just us here. What’s the harm in letting us have a little feel?” He whispered, his tone suggestive.

Supali’s cheeks flamed with anger and embarrassment. “Don’t you dare!” she hissed, taking a step back, her books clutched tightly against her chest.

The two boys exchanged a look, the amusement in their eyes flickering into something more predatory. Supali felt a shiver of fear run down her spine, her heart racing as the reality of the situation set in. “We’re just messing around,” Rohan said, his voice low and coaxing. “We won’t tell anyone.”

Supali’s eyes darted around, seeking an escape route. hallway was deserted. The last of the students having filed into their next classes. She could feel the weight of their gazes on her, the way her uniform hugged her curves and the way her breasts bounced with each step she took. “Back off,” she warned. Her voice firm despite the tremor of fear.

Rohan took a step closer, his hand reaching out again. “Don’t be such a prude,” he said with a sneer. “Everyone else is doing it.”

Supali’s mind raced, searching for a way out of this increasingly uncomfortable situation. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she could feel the sweat beading on her forehead. She took a deep breath and stood her ground, her voice steady. “I said no,” she stated firmly, “And if you don’t leave me alone, I’ll tell the principal.”

Rohan and Akash shared a look that was both amused and slightly wary. They had heard the rumors about the new principal, Mrs. Kapoor, and her no-nonsense attitude towards inappropriate behavior. They had both seen the way she patrolled the hallways, her sharp eyes missing nothing.

“You wouldn’t,” Rohan scoffed, his hand hovering just above Supali’s arm as if he was considering his next move.

“Watch me,” Supali said, her voice shaking but determined. She knew that the threat of Mrs. Kapoor’s wrath was the only thing that might deter them.

Rohan and Akash chuckled, not taking her seriously. “Yeah, right,” Rohan said, his hand inching closer to her arm.

Just then, the sound of heels clicking against the tiles pierced the tense silence. Mrs. Kapoor, the new principal, appeared around the corner, her sharp eyes sweeping the corridor. Supali’s heart skipped a beat. The boys’ laughter died down immediately, and they took a step back, their expressions shifting from cocky to cautious.

“Is there a problem here?” she asked, her tone cool and authoritative.

Rohan and Akash’s smiles melted away like wax in the sun. “No, ma’am,” they chorused, their eyes flickering from her to Supali and back again.

Mrs. Kapoor’s gaze fell on Supali, who stood with her books clutched to her chest, her cheeks a vivid shade of red. “Miss, is there something you’d like to share with me?” she inquired, her voice softer but no less intimidating.

Supali’s mind raced. Part of her wanted to spill everything, but another part feared the potential backlash from the boys. She took a deep breath and looked up at the principal. “They were just… teasing me,” she said, her voice small.

Mrs. Kapoor’s eyes narrowed, and she turned to the boys. “Teasing, you say?” Her voice was calm, but the warning in her tone was unmistakable. “What seems to be the source of your amusement?”

Rohan and Akash glanced at each other, the smirks slowly sliding off their faces. “It’s nothing, ma’am,” Rohan replied, his voice a few octaves higher than usual. “We were just talking.”

Mrs. Kapoor’s gaze remained steadfast on them. “I see,” she said, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Well, I expect nothing but the highest level of respect and decorum in my school.” She turned to Supali, her expression softening. “If they ever bother you again, you come directly to me.”

Supali nodded, feeling a glimmer of hope that she had been heard. “Thank you, ma’am,” she murmured, her grip on her books loosening slightly.

Mrs. Kapoor’s eyes never left the two boys. “Now, I suggest you both get to your next class before you’re marked late,” she said firmly, her voice leaving no room for argument.

Rohan and Akash mumbled apologies before scurrying away, their earlier bravado replaced with a cowed demeanor. Supali watched them retreat, feeling a strange mix of relief and anger. As the sound of their footsteps faded, she turned to Mrs. Kapoor, who was studying her intently.

“Are you okay?” the principal asked, her voice still firm but now tinged with concern.

Supali nodded, not quite trusting her voice. She felt the weight of Mrs. Kapoor’s gaze on her, and she knew that the woman could see the fear and embarrassment in her eyes. “I’m fine,” she lied, her voice shaking slightly.

To her shock, Mrs. Kapoor reached out and gently touched her shoulder. “I can see that your blouse is quite tight,” she said, her eyes traveling to the stretched fabric over Supali’s breasts. “It seems you’ve outgrown it again.”

Supali’s eyes widened in horror as the principal’s hand moved from her shoulder to her chest, her fingers brushing against the fabric covering her left breast. “Ma’am,” she squeaked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mrs. Kapoor’s eyes met hers, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “Your secret’s safe with me,” she murmured, giving Supali’s breast a gentle squeeze. “But maybe it’s time for a new uniform, don’t you think?”

Supali gasped, her body stiffening at the unexpected contact. She had heard whispers about the new principal’s unorthodox methods, but this was something she had never anticipated. Mrs. Kapoor’s hand lingered for a moment longer before she stepped back, her gaze lingering on the girl’s flustered face.

“You’re right,” she said, her smile fading into something more serious. “You’ve outgrown your uniform. It’s distracting for the boys. I’ll have to speak with the administration about getting you a new one.”

Mrs. Kapoor’s hand slid away, and Supali felt a strange sense of loss and confusion. The principal’s touch had been gentle, almost comforting, but the way she had talked about her body felt wrong. She nodded, unsure of what to say.

“Good,” Mrs. Kapoor said, her tone brisk once more. “Now, off you go. Don’t be late for your next class.”

Supali nodded, her mind racing. She hurried away, the sound of the principal’s heels fading behind her as she tried to process what had just happened. The hallway was a blur of faces and colors, the chatter of students a distant buzz. She found herself in the bathroom, the only place she knew she could be alone to compose herself. Leaning against the cool tiles, she took deep, shaky breaths, trying to calm her racing heart.

Her reflection in the mirror was a mess of emotions – anger, fear, and a hint of something she didn’t quite recognize. The principal’s touch had been…strange. Not the same as the boys’ crude groping, but still unwelcome. She straightened her tie again, the fabric feeling like a noose around her neck. Why was everyone so obsessed with her breasts?

Supali pushed open the bathroom door and stepped into the now bustling hallway, her eyes searching for any familiar face to ground her in reality. Her best friend, Pooja, emerged from the sea of students, her eyes widening when she saw Supali’s flustered state.

“What happened?” Pooja asked, her voice low with concern as she grabbed Supali’s arm and steered her into the safety of an empty classroom.

Supali took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. “It was Rohan and Akash again,” she said, her voice trembling. “They were teasing me about my boobs.”

Pooja’s eyes flashed with anger. “Those creeps,” she spat. “They never leave you alone, do they?” She pulled Supali into a fierce hug, her arms tight around her friend’s trembling shoulders. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

Supali nodded, feeling the warmth of Pooja’s embrace seep into her. “It’s just… it’s so frustrating,” she admitted. “Every day it’s the same thing. I can’t even walk down the hall without them making some kind of disgusting remark.”

Pooja’s grip tightened. “You can’t let them get to you,” she said fiercely. “They’re just a couple of idiots who think they’re funny.”

Supali nodded, taking comfort in her friend’s words. But the echo of Rohan and Akash’s laughter still hung in her ears, and Mrs. Kapoor’s touch was a confusing warmth she couldn’t shake off. She took a deep breath and stepped out of the embrace. “You’re right,” she said, trying to sound more confident than she felt. “I’m not going to let them ruin my day.”

The rest of the day was a blur of classes and whispers, the occasional snicker following her as she walked down the hallways. It was as if her conversation with the principal had only served to make the boys bolder, their teasing more pointed and public. Supali tried to ignore them, focusing instead on her schoolwork and the comforting presence of Pooja at her side. But the glances and smirks were like a thousand tiny cuts, each one stinging a little more than the last.

During lunch, the two friends sat in a quiet corner of the cafeteria, huddled over their meals. Supali felt the weight of every eye on her, the whispers of the other students like a constant background noise. “It’s like they’re just waiting for me to snap,” she said, pushing her food around on the tray.

Pooja nodded, her expression grim. “They’re just waiting to see what you’ll do next. They want you to give them a reaction.”

Supali took a deep breath, trying to ignore the pit of anxiety in her stomach. “But what if I can’t take it anymore?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Pooja looked at her friend with a fiery determination. “Then you fight back,” she said, her eyes flashing. “You stand up for yourself, and you show them that you won’t be a doormat for their perverted games.”

Supali nodded, feeling a flicker of courage ignite within her. “You’re right,” she said, her voice stronger now. “I can’t let them do this to me.”

The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch and the beginning of another round of classes. Supali and Pooja made their way to the hallway, their heads held high. As they turned the corner, they saw a new scene unfolding – Rohan and Akash had moved on to their next target, a girl named Ayushi. Her back was pressed against a locker, their hands unabashedly on her chest, kneading her breasts as she giggled uncomfortably.

Ayushi’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes wide as the two boys whispered something in her ear, their grins malicious. Her blouse was stretched tightly over her chest, the buttons straining to hold back the fullness of her breasts. She didn’t push them away, but the look in her eyes was one of resignation rather than pleasure. Supali felt a knot form in her stomach as she recognized the fear and embarrassment that she faced daily.

Pooja’s grip on her hand tightened. “Look at her,” she whispered, her voice filled with rage. “They think they can get away with this because we let them.”

Supali’s heart sank as she watched Ayushi’s plight. It was a scene all too familiar to her – the leering smiles of the boys, the awkward laughter, the way Ayushi’s body was being used for their entertainment. Her own experiences with the duo flashed before her eyes, each unwanted touch and lewd remark echoing in her mind.

But as she looked closer, she realized that Ayushi’s reaction was not what she had expected. Instead of fear or anger, there was a hint of something else in her expression – something that looked suspiciously like enjoyment. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she glanced around, making sure no one else was watching, and she leaned into the boys’ touch, her giggles turning into breathy sighs.

The sight was like a punch to Supali’s gut. She had always thought that the other girls were just as uncomfortable with Rohan and Akash’s behavior as she was, but here was Ayushi, seemingly reveling in their attention. The boys’ hands moved with more confidence, their fingers tracing the outline of her breasts beneath the fabric of her uniform.

Ayushi’s eyes darted around the hallway, meeting Supali’s gaze for a brief moment. There was a challenge in her expression, a silent dare to say something, as if enjoying their unwanted touches was a secret game they were all playing. Supali felt a surge of anger, not just at the boys, but at Ayushi for seemingly embracing the very thing she had feared.

Rohan and Akash were in their element, their hands moving with the confidence of those who knew they would not be denied. They whispered to each other, their eyes alight with excitement, as they continued to maul Ayushi’s chest. Her giggles grew louder, her body arching into their touch. Supali could see the thrill in her eyes, the way her pupils dilated as she leaned back against the locker, her hands hovering but not pushing them away.

With a flick of their fingers, the first three buttons of Ayushi’s blouse gave way, revealing the soft, creamy flesh of her cleavage. They wasted no time, eagerly tugging down the cups of her bra to expose her breasts. Supali felt a strange mix of disgust and fascination as the scene unfolded before her. She had never seen another girl’s breasts up close like this, had never even considered the idea that someone could enjoy such a violation.

Ayushi’s breasts were smaller than hers, but the way the fabric of her bra had been pushed down made them seem larger, more pronounced. Her nipples were dark and erect, standing out against the pale skin. Rohan and Akash’s eyes were glued to them, their breaths coming in short, excited gasps as they reached out to touch her.

Supali felt her cheeks burn with a mix of anger and jealously as she watched Ayushi’s reaction. Why wasn’t she pushing them away? Why did she look like she was enjoying it? It didn’t make any sense. But as she stared, she noticed something else – the way Ayushi’s eyes darted to the side, looking for someone to see. The way she leaned in, not away. The way her body moved with theirs, not against. It dawned on her – Ayushi was playing a part, egging them on for the thrill of being the center of attention.

Pooja’s hand tightened around hers, her nails digging into Supali’s skin as she watched the scene with a mix of horror and disbelief. Her own nipples had hardened under the pressure of her friend’s grip, poking through the fabric of her blouse, and she was suddenly aware of the sensation, the way they felt against the cool material. Her mind was racing, torn between the desire to help and the fear of becoming the next target of their perverted games.

Ayushi’s giggles had turned into soft moans as Rohan and Akash’s hands continued to roam over her exposed skin. They had unbuttoned the first three buttons of her blouse with ease, and now her bra was being pushed down, revealing the pale mounds of her breasts. Her nipples were dark and erect, standing proudly amidst the softness of her flesh. Supali couldn’t help but stare as the two boys took turns leaning in to suck and nibble at them, their cheeks flushed with excitement.

Her gaze shifted to Pooja, who was standing next to her, watching with wide eyes. Supali felt the tightness in her own chest and realized that her friend’s grip on her hand had intensified. Looking down, she saw that Pooja’s nipples were poking through her uniform as well, standing at attention like tiny soldiers. A strange feeling of arousal mixed with the anger that had been building within her. It was as if Pooja’s body was reacting to the scene before them, and the sight of it only added to the confusing jumble of emotions Supali was experiencing.

“Let’s go,” Pooja murmured, tugging at her hand. Supali allowed herself to be led away, their footsteps echoing in the emptying hallway. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the trio until they turned the corner, the sounds of Ayushi’s moans fading into the distance.

Pooja’s grip was still tight on her hand, her knuckles white with rage. “We have to do something,” she said through gritted teeth. “We can’t let them get away with this.”

Supali nodded, her own anger simmering just below the surface. “But what can we do?” she asked, feeling powerless.

“We’ll think of something,” Pooja assured her, her eyes flashing with determination. “But for now, we need to stay strong and not let them get to us.”

The next day at lunch, Supali and Pooja sat in their usual corner, their heads bent over their books, trying to ignore the whispers and snickers that followed them like a shadow. As they talked in hushed tones about their plans to combat the harassment, they heard the sound of approaching footsteps. Supali tensed, expecting another round of unwanted attention from Rohan and Akash, but she was shocked to see five boys, including the two troublemakers, approaching with something in their hands.

“Hey, sluts,” Rohan called out, grinning widely. His hand was wrapped around his erect penis, and Akash and their friends had similar grins as they also held their hardened members. “We’ve got a little surprise for you.”

Supali’s eyes widened in horror as she realized what they were about to do. “No,” she whispered, but it was too late. The boys’ grips tightened, and with a few strokes, they released streams of cum that arced through the air and landed on Supali and Pooja, soaking their uniforms and books. The warm, sticky fluid clung to their clothes, and the smell of sex filled the air.

The cafeteria went silent, all eyes on the two girls as the boys laughed, their faces twisted with malicious pleasure. Supali felt a hot wave of humiliation wash over her, her cheeks burning as she stared down at her lap, now stained with the evidence of their disgusting act. Pooja sat frozen, her hand tightly gripping Supali’s, her eyes wide with shock.

Slowly, the buzz of whispers grew into a crescendo of laughter, the other students pointing and staring. Supali’s eyes stung with tears, but she refused to let them fall. She knew that showing any weakness would only encourage the boys further. Instead, she took a deep breath and stood up, her chair scraping against the floor.

Her eyes found Rohan, the smug look on his face only fueling her anger. Without a second thought, she stepped towards him, her hand shooting out and grabbing his crotch with surprising force. The laughter around them died instantly as she squeezed his testicles with all her might.

Rohan’s eyes bulged, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red as he let out a strangled cry of pain. The shock of her retaliation was palpable, the air in the cafeteria thick with it. His knees buckled, and he crumpled to the ground, his hand flying to cover his injured genitals. Akash and the other boys stared, their grins frozen on their faces, unsure of what to do.

The laughter that had filled the room had turned into a stunned silence. Supali’s heart raced as she felt the power shift. She had never acted so aggressively before, but the rage and humiliation had driven her to this point.

“You like to play with other people’s bodies, huh?” she spat, her grip on Rohan’s testicles tightening. “Well, how does it feel when someone does it to you?”

The cafeteria remained silent, the only sound the ragged breaths of the two struggling teens. Akash took a step forward, his eyes wide with shock and fear. “Let him go, Supali,” he stammered, his hand outstretched as if to stop her.

“Why should I?” she snarled, her voice filled with a fury she had never felt before. “You think you can just do whatever you want to us and get away with it?”

Pooja stared at her friend in shock, not recognizing the fiery creature that Supali had become. But she knew she had to support her. She stood up, her voice steady. “We’re not going to take this anymore.”

The two girls, united in their fury, turned to face Akash and the others, their expressions a clear warning. But before Akash could say anything, the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch and the start of the next class. The crowd of students began to dissipate, leaving only a few stragglers to gawk at the scene.

The next day, Supali and Pooja arrived at school with a newfound resolve. They had spent the evening discussing their experiences and the humiliation they had suffered. They had decided that enough was enough and that they would not let Rohan and Akash’s behavior go unchecked. The memory of the cafeteria incident was still fresh in their minds, but they had turned it into a source of strength rather than fear.

As they walked down the hallway, they noticed that the whispers and snickers had lessened. The other students looked at them with a mix of curiosity and respect, and the two friends held their heads high, ready to face whatever the day had in store. When they reached their lockers, they found a note taped to Supali’s locker. It was a crude drawing of a pair of breasts with an arrow pointing to them and the words “Nice tits” scrawled beneath it. Pooja’s eyes narrowed, and she ripped the paper off, crumpling it into a ball.

“How can they be so disgusting?” she asked, her voice low and furious. Supali took a deep breath, her heart racing at the memory of the cafeteria incident. Her body had been wet with their cum, the sticky fluid soaking through her clothes and leaving a cold, unpleasant sensation against her skin. She had felt violated, her personal space invaded by their juvenile games.

“It’s like they have no respect,” Pooja whispered, her voice shaking with anger. She had seen the look on Supali’s face as the boys had approached, the fear in her eyes, and it had filled her with a white-hot rage she had never felt before.

The hallway was a blur of faces, none of which offered any comfort. The sticky, warm fluid from the boys’ assault was still drying on their uniforms, leaving a faint but noticeable scent that seemed to cling to them like a second skin. Pooja’s mind raced as she tried to come to terms with what had just happened. “How can they cum so much?” she murmured, her voice a mix of amazement and disgust.

Supali’s eyes narrowed, her jaw clenched. She knew that she had to be strong, not just for herself, but for Pooja too. “They think it’s funny,” she said through gritted teeth. “But we’re not going to let them do this to us again.”

The rest of the day was tense, with both girls on high alert for any sign of trouble. But the whispers and glances had changed. There was a newfound respect in the way some of the students looked at them, and even the teachers seemed to be watching more closely. Supali couldn’t help but feel a twinge of satisfaction at the shift in power dynamics.

The next morning, as they approached their lockers, Pooja’s eyes fell on a piece of paper stuck to hers. Her hand trembled as she ripped it off, revealing another crude drawing and the taunting words: “You or your little sister? You choose.” Supali read over her shoulder, her eyes narrowing at the mention of Pooja’s 7th-grade sister. The implication was clear – Rohan and Akash were not only targeting them but had also brought Pooja’s younger sibling into their twisted game.

The hallway grew tense as the whispers grew louder. The boys who had once teased Supali openly now shot glances at Pooja, their grins more malicious than ever. The two friends exchanged a look of horror and anger, their resolve to fight back stronger than ever.

Pooja’s younger sister, Anushka, was a sweet, innocent girl with no idea of the hell her sisters faced daily. The thought of her being subjected to the same humiliation was unbearable. They had to put an end to this.

The next day, Pooja was quieter than usual, the note weighing heavily on her mind. During class, she could hardly focus, her thoughts consumed by fear for Anushka. At recess, she found Supali in the library, her eyes red from crying. She showed Supali the note, and together they plotted their revenge.

As they walked to their next class, they noticed the whispers and glances had grown bolder. Rohan and Akash had spread the word, and now other boys were joining in. They could feel the tension thicken in the air, the anticipation of their next move.

When they reached the classroom, they saw it. Another note, this time taped to Pooja’s chair. The drawing was even more explicit, and the message more threatening: “We know you like it. Your sister will too.” Supali’s blood boiled at the thought of those monsters anywhere near Anushka.

The class bell rang, and everyone took their seats. Supali and Pooja sat in a tense silence, the note burning a hole in the desk. The room was filled with the usual chatter, but it was muted by their fury. They were so lost in thought that they didn’t notice Rohan and Akash entering the classroom, the smirks on their faces wider than ever.

As the teacher began to lecture, Rohan leaned over from his desk behind Pooja and whispered, “We’re not done with you yet, sluts.” His hot breath tickled her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. Before she could react, Akash’s hand shot out and grabbed her breast, squeezing it roughly. Pooja gasped, her eyes darting around the room, but the other students were too engrossed in their own conversations to notice.

Supali felt a white-hot anger burn through her as she watched the scene unfold. She had had enough of their games. Her hand shot out and grabbed Akash’s wrist, twisting it until he yelped in pain and released Pooja. “Leave us alone,” she hissed through clenched teeth.

The room fell silent, all eyes on the trio. The teacher paused mid-sentence, looking over her glasses with a stern expression. “Is there a problem, Supali?” she asked, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife.

“Yes, ma’am,” Supali responded, her voice firm and unwavering. “Akash just grabbed Pooja without her consent.”

The teacher’s gaze flickered between the three of them, her eyes narrowing at the sight of Akash’s flushed face and Pooja’s trembling hand over her chest. “Akash,” she said, her voice low and dangerous. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

Akash shot Supali a look filled with venom. “It was just a joke,” he mumbled, his hand rubbing his wrist.

The teacher’s expression hardened. “Joking about assault is not acceptable, Akash. Go to the principal’s office immediately,” she said, her voice leaving no room for argument. Akash slunk out of the room, his eyes never leaving the floor.

Rohan, unfazed, leaned back in his chair with a smug smile. “Looks like your boy toy is in trouble,” he whispered to Supali, his hand brushing against her thigh as he did so. She jerked away, her skin crawling with disgust.

“And what about you?” Supali spat back, her voice shaking with rage. “You think you can get away with this?”

Rohan’s smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. “Oh, come on,” he said, his voice dripping with fake charm. “You know we’re just having fun. Can’t you take a joke?”

The teacher’s eyes darted between them, her expression unreadable. “Rohan, I’d advise you to think very carefully about what you’re saying,” she warned. “If I hear of any more inappropriate behavior, you’ll be joining Akash in the principal’s office.”

The rest of the class passed in a blur of anger and fear. Supali’s mind was racing, thinking of ways to protect Pooja and her sister. They had to do something before it was too late. As soon as the final bell rang, they rushed to the library, their hearts pounding in their chests.

The library was mostly empty, the only sound being the rustling of pages and the occasional cough. They scanned the rows of bookshelves, looking for any sign of trouble. That’s when they heard it – the muffled giggles and whispers coming from a secluded corner. They approached slowly, their stomachs twisting in knots.

Pooja’s eyes widened in horror as she saw Rohan’s hand gripping her sister Anushka’s arm, leading her away from the prying eyes of the other students. Anushka looked scared but also curious, her eyes flickering with a hint of excitement that made Pooja’s heart sink. “Let go of her,” Pooja demanded, her voice shaking with rage.

Rohan chuckled, pulling Anushka closer to him. “Relax, she’s just playing hard to get.” He looked down at Anushka, who blushed and giggled nervously. “Aren’t you?”

Pooja’s fury boiled over. She lunged at Rohan, her nails digging into his arm. “Get off her!” she screamed. The library was silent for a heartbeat before erupting into chaos.

Supali watched as Pooja’s nails raked against Rohan’s skin, leaving red marks that stood out against his tanned flesh. He yelped, releasing Anushka’s arm. Anushka looked up at her sister with a mix of fear and confusion, her cheeks flaming red. “Pooja, what’s wrong?” she whispered.

Before Pooja could respond, Akash stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He grabbed Supali from behind, his arms wrapping around her waist and pinning her arms to her sides. Her heart raced as she felt his erection pressing into her back. “Looks like we’ve got ourselves a little show,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear.

Her mind screamed for her to fight back, but she was paralyzed with fear as another boy she didn’t recognize approached her, a smirk playing on his lips. He reached up and deftly untied Anushka’s necktie, the fabric sliding through his fingers to land on the floor. Anushka’s eyes went wide with a mix of terror and excitement that made Supali’s stomach turn.

The guy then stepped closer to Supali, looping the necktie around her wrists and tying them tightly together. The rough fabric bit into her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. Akash chuckled, his grip on her body tightening as she struggled in his arms. The feeling of being restrained, of being at their mercy, was more terrifying than any nightmare she could have ever imagined.

Pooja’s screams echoed through the library, drowning out the sounds of the scuffle. Her eyes locked with Supali’s, a silent plea for help. Supali felt the hot tears sting her eyes as she watched helplessly as Rohan and Akash pushed her friend onto the floor, the sound of Pooja’s protests muffled by Rohan’s hand over her mouth. The boy with the necktie stepped forward, his eyes glinting with excitement as he grabbed Supali’s wrists and began to tie them tightly. She kicked and thrashed, her body fighting against his surprising strength.

With a final yank, her wrists were bound together, the fabric cutting into her skin. Akash’s breath was hot on her neck, his hands roaming over her body with an alarming confidence. She felt his hands cup her breasts, squeezing them hard, and she yelped in pain. The slap that followed was swift and brutal, the impact sending a shockwave through her body.

Meanwhile, Pooja’s muffled cries grew louder as the two other boys pinned her down. Rohan hovered above her, his face a twisted mask of desire. He reached down and pulled at her skirt, revealing her underwear. Anushka’s eyes were wide with a mix of fear and fascination as she watched from the sidelines, not yet understanding the gravity of the situation.

Akash took over, his hands roughly pushing Pooja’s legs apart. She bucked and squirmed, her nails scratching at the floor in a desperate attempt to break free. Her eyes found Supali’s, the plea for help unmistakable. But with her wrists bound, Supali could only watch in horror as Akash began to unbuckle his belt.

The other boy, his eyes glued to Anushka’s developing chest, stepped forward, his own excitement palpable. Anushka’s eyes darted from her sister to the boy, the fear in her gaze morphing into something darker, something that made Supali’s stomach drop. As if sensing her fear, the boy leaned down and whispered into Anushka’s ear. She giggled nervously, but there was an unmistakable glint in her eye.

Pooja’s struggles grew more desperate as Akash and Rohan overpowered her, their hands tearing at her clothes. Despite her fierce resistance, they managed to pull her skirt off, revealing her plain white underwear. Rohan’s eyes gleamed with triumph as he reached down and tugged at the fabric, exposing her completely to their leering stares. Pooja’s legs kicked wildly, trying to keep the boys at bay, but she was no match for their combined strength.

As the two boys held her down, they took turns stripping off their own clothes, their erections bobbing in the cool library air. The sight of their naked bodies was almost comical in its absurdity, but the gravity of the situation was too intense for either Supali or Pooja to find humor in it. Akash was the first to push his way inside Pooja, her screams piercing the quiet of the library.

Supali’s breasts, already sensitive from the earlier slap, throbbed with pain. She watched in horror as Akash’s face contorted with pleasure, his hands digging into Pooja’s hips. Meanwhile, Rohan had moved on to Anushka, who was surprisingly compliant, a fact that filled Supali with a mix of fear and confusion. Anushka’s giggles grew more high-pitched as Rohan touched her, his hands moving from her thighs to her breasts, and then down to her underwear.

Pooja’s eyes were squeezed shut, her teeth gritted as Akash began to thrust into her, her body jerking with each painful push. Despite her resistance, she couldn’t help the involuntary whimpers that escaped her lips, which only seemed to spur the boys on. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the library, punctuated by Pooja’s muffled sobs and Anushka’s giggles.

Supali’s eyes were wide with terror as she watched the scene unfold, feeling helpless as Akash and Rohan took turns violating Pooja’s body. She could see the pain etched on her friend’s face, the way she desperately tried to pull away from them. But the more Pooja struggled, the more Anushka’s eyes lit up with excitement, as if she enjoyed watching her sister’s distress.

The burning sensation from the slap to her breasts was still fresh when she felt the cold rush of air as her own skirt was hiked up. Akash’s strong hand grabbed the waistband of her underwear and yanked it down, the fabric cutting into her skin. The humiliation was complete as she stood there, exposed, her D-cup breasts bouncing with each panicked breath she took.

The boy she had never seen before stepped closer, his eyes locked onto her sex with a hungry gaze. He licked his lips, and she felt a wave of revulsion wash over her as he reached out and touched her, his fingers sliding over her folds. The sensation was strange, unwelcome, and she squirmed in Akash’s grasp.

“Let me go!” she screamed, but her voice was lost in the cacophony of Pooja’s cries and the grunts of the boys. Akash’s grip on her wrists tightened as he stepped back, and Rohan took his place, his erection bobbing in the air. He leaned down, his hot breath on her neck as he whispered, “You’re going to love this.”

The burning sensation in her chest was matched by the one building between her legs as Rohan’s hand touched her inner thigh. The fabric of her skirt was rough against her skin as he slid it up, exposing her to the cold air. His fingers grazed her panties, and she could feel the wetness that had pooled there, a mix of fear and arousal that she had never experienced before.

Her eyes squeezed shut, she braced for the pain she had heard so much about. The sound of the zipper was the last thing she heard before she felt the hot, hard pressure of Akash’s penis pushing against her. He didn’t ask for permission, didn’t even give her a chance to protest. He simply shoved her underwear aside and thrust into her.

The pain was like nothing she had ever felt before, a searing heat that seemed to split her in two. She bit her lip to keep from screaming out, the taste of copper filling her mouth. She could feel the tears rolling down her cheeks as he pushed deeper, the stretching sensation in her virgin pussy almost unbearable. Her body was not her own, a plaything for these boys’ amusement.

Above her, Akash’s face was a mask of concentration and lust, his eyes squeezed shut as he thrust into her with an animalistic fervor. She could feel every inch of him, the thickness and heat of his cock a stark contrast to the coldness of the library floor beneath her. His hands were everywhere, one still holding her wrists while the other groped her breasts, twisting the nipples until she thought she might pass out.

Supali’s thoughts were a whirlwind of anger, fear, and a strange, unwelcome arousal. Her body was responding to the invasion, betraying her mind’s pleas to reject it. She tried to focus on the pain, to let it fuel her rage, but the wetness between her legs only grew. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, each one mixing with Akash’s grunts.

Pooja’s eyes snapped open, meeting Supali’s over Rohan’s shoulder. The sight of her friend, bound and being used, brought a new wave of determination to her struggling. With a burst of strength, she bucked her hips, knocking Akash off balance. He swore, releasing her wrists briefly, and she took advantage, scratching at his face with all her might. He howled in pain, and she managed to scramble away from him, her legs unsteady.

Supali saw her chance and took it, throwing her weight back into Akash. The element of surprise was enough to make him stumble, and she used the momentum to pull her legs free. The room was a blur as she stumbled away from him, her legs shaking. Anushka’s eyes had gone wide, realizing the horror of what was happening to her sisters. She bolted from the room, her cries for help echoing down the hallway.

The sound of Anushka’s retreat seemed to sober the boys up. They froze, their eyes darting between each other and the struggling girls. Rohan looked at Supali, his expression a mix of shock and anger. “What the hell are you doing?” he snarled.

“What does it look like?” Supali spat back, her voice thick with tears. “You’re raping us!” The word hung in the air, heavy and final. The boys’ grins dropped, and for a moment, the only sound was the harshness of their breathing.

Akash took a step back, his erection deflating slightly as reality sank in. Rohan’s eyes darted to the retreating figure of Anushka, and then back to the two girls on the floor, their clothes torn and bodies bruised. He knew that they couldn’t let this go unpunished. They had gone too far.

“We need to get out of here,” he said, his voice low and urgent. The two of them scrambled to pull on their clothes, their eyes never leaving the girls. Supali’s wrists were still tied, but the fight had gone out of her. She lay there, her legs splayed open, her underwear around her ankles. Pooja was on her hands and knees, her skirt bunched around her waist, her eyes filled with a rage so deep it was terrifying.

The boys grabbed their own clothes and bolted from the library, their footsteps echoing down the hallway. The sound of their retreating footsteps was the sweetest music to Supali’s ears. She looked over at Pooja, who was shaking with a mix of anger and fear. “Are you okay?” she asked, her voice hoarse from the screaming.

Pooja nodded, her eyes still glued to the spot where Rohan had been moments before. “I… I think so,” she murmured, her voice shaking. She sat back on her heels, her skirt still around her waist. Her eyes fell to her sister’s retreating form, the guilt and betrayal written clearly on her face.

Together, they managed to get dressed, the fabric sticking to their sweat-dampened skin. The library, once a haven of knowledge and safety, now felt like a prison of fear and humiliation. They stumbled out into the hallway, their hearts racing as they searched for Anushka.

Their eyes fell on the principal’s office at the end of the hall, and without a word, they made their way there. The door was open, and Mrs. Chaudhary looked up from her paperwork, shock etched on her face as she took in their disheveled state. “What happened?” she demanded.

Supali took a deep, shuddering breath, her voice trembling as she spoke. “Rohan and Akash… they…” she couldn’t bring herself to say the words, the memory too fresh, too raw.

Pooja stepped forward, her voice filled with a newfound strength. “They raped us, Mrs. Chaudhary. Right here in the library.”

The principal’s face went white, her eyes flicking back and forth between the two girls. She leapt from her desk and rushed over to them, her arms wrapping around them protectively. “Oh my God,” she whispered, her eyes brimming with tears. “You poor, sweet girls. We need to call the police.”

As she led them into her office, the weight of their accusations hung in the air like a dark cloud. Supali felt the beginnings of a panic attack, her chest tightening and her vision swimming. But she knew they had to go through with it. They couldn’t let the boys get away with this.

Mrs. Chaudhary’s voice was calm but firm as she made the call. Supali could hear the sirens in the distance, growing louder with every passing moment. Her heart raced as the reality of what was happening set in. They were going to get caught, and she was going to have to tell the truth about what happened.

The police arrived quickly, their booted footsteps echoing through the hallways. The entire school was abuzz with rumors and whispers, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. As the two boys were led out in handcuffs, the hallway fell silent. The other students stared, their eyes wide with shock and disbelief. Rohan and Akash looked around wildly, searching for any hint of escape or support, but they found none.

The school rallied around Supali and Pooja, their classmates offering a mix of comfort and outrage. The boys’ once-charming facade had been shattered, and everyone could now see them for who they truly were – predators who had no place in their community. The solidarity was overwhelming, with students of all backgrounds and cliques coming together to condemn their actions.

The days following the incident were a blur of police interrogations and counseling sessions. The school was no longer the safe haven it once was, and the girls found themselves at the center of a storm they never wanted to be a part of. Yet, as the whispers grew louder and the stares more pronounced, they leaned on each other for strength.

The trial was swift and the evidence overwhelming. Rohan and Akash were found guilty, their smirks replaced with the grim reality of their future. As they were led away in handcuffs, Supali felt a strange mix of triumph and sadness. The boys had been brought to justice, but the scars of that day remained etched on her soul, a constant reminder of their violation.

Life at school began to return to normal, or as normal as it could be after such a traumatic event. The lewd notes and whispers in the hallways ceased, and the boys’ absence was a stark reminder of the power of speaking out against injustice. Supali and Pooja’s bond grew stronger, the shared trauma a dark thread weaving them together in a tapestry of resilience.

As the weeks turned into months, the girls found solace in each other’s company, supporting each other through the aftermath. They became advocates for change within the school, pushing for better education on consent and respect. The once-frivolous hallways of their adolescence now held a newfound gravity, a silent acknowledgment of the battles they had faced and won.