Date: Thu, 1 Nov 2001 07:30:56 +0000 (GMT)
From: Alisha Mathew <alisha69ksk2002@yahoo.co.in>
Subject: Manipal University III By Alisha

MANIPAL UNIVERSITY III (The Ragging)

There were about fifty inmates in our floor who were most of from my state
and some girls from the adjacent states. No one from the state to which
Manipal belong was admitted to the colleges. I had a few friends from my
class in the hostel. Normally after mess hours the warden would lock the
common entrance of the third floor so that senior girls could not enter our
floor during night. In Friday we were asked by the seniors to give them a
joining party. Juniors should meet the expenses for the joining party and
in return the seniors would give a welcome party after one term and after
that we would be considered equivalent to them and were free to do
anything. In the first term, ragging was started. Boys were the most
suffering people for the cruel behaviour from the senior students. Most of
the boys were made naked and were asked to masturbate before others and to
preach about their sexual experiences (real and fantasy). Those who were
reluctant to shed their clothes were beaten and were forced to drink urine,
water from closets etc. Another thing they were forced to do is to write
love letters or narrate about imaginary sexual episodes of them with their
mother, sister etc. which was painful for most of the students. The boys
who were clever acted accordingly and escaped physical manhandling. But for
those who stood firm not to say like that were hit on the face and were
forced to suck others penis etc.  All the boys were scared to death and
they were not even looking at All of them were looking sad and gloomy. They
told us that their wardens were also supporting the senior students. We
asked them why had not complain to authorities, but they said all staff and
seniors were mentally supporting the ragging system and were asking seniors
not to harm physically. The irony of the ragging culture is that when one
is subjected to the ill treatments he feels repulsive and revolting, but
the same person would be starting the ragging next year when he becomes a
senior. Normally the junior students were subjected to most atrocities in
name of ragging by the students who were the immediate seniors to them.

All these ragging stories made me excited rather than feared about our
fate. We had collected a fund and gave to a senior lady and she arranged
the joining party. There was a good feast and I guessed some seniors were
drinking wine too without public display. All were giggling and in a merry
mood.  My friend Alice and those girls Shini, Megha who had seduced me were
also among them. But they did not show any recognition towards me. The
warden gave a small speech and said that there will be a small dose of
ragging in the first weeks and it may help us to be confident and in a
professional course ragging is a part of student years and none could take
it as an ill treatment. She also advised the seniors to remember the
hardships they had suffered when they joined the college and try to avoid
harming junior students. She concluded wishing us all good night and best
of luck. After her preach one of the juniors had to make a speech
addressing the seniors and I was selected for doing the same. I was nervous
to face a meeting but after a few sentences I got courage and made a good
speech most of which was in praise of our seniors and some of them were
smiling. But there was still a hostile atmosphere among the inmates. In the
end one of the seniors welcomed us to the hostel and hinted that there may
be a token ragging and advised us to take in a sportive spirit. Then we
were served a welcome drink which was a mixture of coca cola, wine etc. It
tasted a bit tipsy first but soon everyone helped more glasses. Little did
we know that the seniors had put some intoxicating drugs in the drink and
after a while we were feeling drowsy. Then one of them declared that the
meeting was over. We proceeded to retire to our top floor. But seniors
obstructed us and made batches among us with 10 girls in one batch and were
asked to go to the seniors rooms for more introduction. We were afraid and
looked for our warden. She was not to be seen anywhere. I guessed she was
bunking so that the seniors would get their opportunity to do the ragging
and at the same time she would not be responsible for any mishaps, as she
is on her weekend holidays.

I was grouped along with nine other girls among one was my roommate and
three others were my classmates. Five others were from another branch of
engineering. We were directed to enter a room and when we entered the door
was locked from outside. We were all afraid and looked around. The room was
decorated and the cots were removed. Only some desks and chairs were
remaining. The senior girls were standing there. There were six of them in
the room. They all had been wearing rubber masks so as to hide their
identity. It was an intelligent move to hide the identity so that if some
enquiry comes the juniors could not nab the persons responsible. But I was
able to recognize one of them. She was Megha, who was the long and I could
smell her natural odor which was a peculiar one and in a way exciting too (
at least for me).

"Ok, girls we would like you to introduce yourselves and we will pair you
after that", said a hoarse voice. I knew it was Alice who started ragging.
"Ok,all of you stand in order", she said.  We proceeded to move to the
other end of the room and stood in a row according to our height. The six
ladies wearing masks were sitting on the desks looking at us. None's face
was visible.  "Ok, start from the left, one by one has to come forward and
introduce herself".  I was the shortest of the girls and it was my turn,
which came first.  I moved forward and started introducing myself. "Hai, I
am Alisha, hailing from *** now joined for biotechnology."  "This is not
the way a girl introduces herself, tell your vital measurements", said the
voice.  "32-34-36" I replied.  "Ok, imagine you are modeling for a
brassiere ad, show us how do you perform".  My God, I felt that things are
going to be serious. To show them how I might perform in a bra ad I had to
stand half nude before all assembled in the room. I felt very ashamed but I
decided to act brave. So I removed my T-shirt which I was wearing and stood
before them in my black brassieres. The girls were looking at my half
nudity with curious eyes. I was not able to see the reaction of seniors as
they were masking their face.  "Ok, now imagine you are modeling for a
panties ad and show us how you may perform".  Oh, God!, they are not going
to stop. Somehow I got courage to proceed perhaps the welcome drink had its
affect on me and to cut the story short, I removed my jeans too. I gave my
audience a good display of my body in bra and panties and turned sideways,
then front and then back so that all possible angles were covered.

The seniors were cheering aloud with claps and hurray cries. They asked
them to fall in line and asked the next person to introduce. She also did
the same procedures but was reluctant to unzip her jeans. She was ready to
undress up to her waist. "Remove your jeans", came order from the
seniors. But the girl stood as if she had not heard the command. Then one
senior girl charged forward and slapped on her both cheeks with brutal
force and she would have seen stars. Both of her cheeks came red and she
was crying. But the senior unbuttoned her jeans and with force she yanked
the jeans from her body and threw it away to a corner. Her panties were
also peeled from her body are thrown away. She slapped on her buttocks
using her hands until her hands were aching. We all looked at the poor
classmate and she was sobbing. She had a massive pussy hair at her
cunt. Perhaps that was the reason for her reluctance.  The rest was very
easy for the seniors. Even before asking all junior girls were shedding
their pants and shirts and soon all of us were standing in row with panties
and brassieres and the girl who was beaten of course had no panties too.

We were then served one more round of drinks. That time it was not hidden
and everyone knew that it contained alcohol. But everybody drank it eagerly
as all of us were feared about the next attacks and was ready to accept
even poison from seniors so as to escape from the ragging. The seniors
asked three girls to come to their side and I was one among them. The
ragging was not going to stop. I was put in middle between two senior girls
and the rest two girls were also positioned like that. The leader of
seniors asked the others to take a piece of paper rolled and put in a bowl
and read it aloud. Obviously it was a random collection of naughty
activities written by seniors and the juniors had to perform the task
written in the papers they select. I found all these things very exciting
and I started loving the ragging. I felt I switched sides with the senior
girls. Then I felt one of the seniors unclasping my bra and my bra was put
to the floor. Soon I felt gazes of all of my friends and seniors falling on
my small sized breasts.  Then two hands started feeling my boobs. They were
obviously of my seniors and I was arousing and the juniors were
embarrassed.  "You girl, take a paper and read it aloud", said seniors.
The girl reluctantly moved to the table and took one paper from the bowl
and started reading.  "Narrate when you first started masturbation", she
read.  "Ok, just do it".  The girl was fumbling. "I don't know what does it
mean", she said.  "Mean, what mean, you don't know about masturbation",
asked seniors.  "No".  "Rub your cunt, bitch and show how you please
yourself, that's what it is written, don't pretend you are an innocent baby
", came the harsh voice of seniors.  The face of the girl was red now. She
knew it but she was reluctant to repeat it when all girls in the room are
watching. "Come on, we will show you, see this and do it yourself", said
the senior near to me. I looked at her to see, but she put her fingers into
my panties and my bush was visible to everybody. The fingers started
rubbing my clit and roaming in my pussy hairs. Soon I felt the other girl
yanking my panties away and massaging my buttocks. If I were not on liquor,
I would have jumped out and committed suicide. But at that time I was
enjoying it. I was sure all are going to be naked soon or later and we were
all women only and nobody in my home place is going to hear anything about
it.  Another thing excited me was that I was yearning to see all those
naked girls and their pussies and tits.  I looked at the junior. She
lowered her panties and started rubbing her pussy with her fingers. She was
repeating for the sake of obeying the seniors. It was clear that she was
not getting any pleasure for herself. But my case was different. I felt
quite submissive and was getting wet. The fingers were entering my vagina
bit by bit and I loved the squeezing of my butt by the other girl. I was
soon elevated to a pleasure zone which I became familiar in my train
journey. The finger was moving in and out in me and I soon began standing
on my toe, so that the fingers may enter more and more. Then the second
senior's finger entered my asshole too. And I shut my eyes and boldly
pinched my nipples. This excited all of the seniors and the rest of them
attacked the juniors standing before them .

The reading slip game was abandoned. The seniors were taking each junior
girl between a pair of themselves and started milking and fingering her. No
one could escape from the onslaught of seniors and if there were any
protests (I did not see much), it was ignored and there was no one to
interfere in the procedures. The warden was away and I guessed the whole
hostel was doing just the same at that time in different rooms.

It was like a Roman orgy shown in films like Galigula, Cleopatra etc. All
juniors were converted to cave girls without any stitch of clothes on
them. Some of the seniors were removing their masks too.  Some started
kissing the juniors and forcing them to lie on the floor. Everywhere I
could see threesomes going on in different stages. All juniors were thus
introduced to the world of lesbian love making and the sadist phase was
getting changed to more amorous and juniors were submitting themselves on
their will. It was written in the text of Saphic world, to have such a
massive orgy of lesbian lovemaking in the whole hostel. All protests were
subdued and most of the juniors were lying in the floors in an inverted Y
fashion. Seniors were kissing, pinching, crushing at their breasts from one
end and while their partners from other end were fingering the junior girls
at their pussies and asses. No senior was sucking the pussies of
juniors. It was considered to be opposite to their supremacy. The process
went on for an hour and when my attackers finished me, I was carried away
by another pair of seniors. Soon I lost track of my attackers and their
faces. My back was aching and my thighs and breasts were feeling full of
scratched wounds. The seniors were biting me and some of them had inserted
two of their fingers into my ass and I was hurting everywhere. I did not
get any orgasm.  Comparing to my earlier lesbian experiences the ragging
was painful and there was no love involved.  All of the seniors were in an
attacking mood. They were enjoying the power of their position. Like old
kings and queens they were getting an opportunity in a democratic country
to force others go naked and do whatever they want on their bodies.

We were fortunate in the case of ragging. Men were suffering the worst. Men
had more ego than women and most of them fight for their freedom and were
awarded by more brutal force from seniors.  Most of them were beaten badly
and some of them told me that they were forced to lick closets, toilet
seats etc. Medical colleges were the worst places for ragging. One of my
classmates was abducted and taken to a hostel room by the seniors who had
thought that he was a medico and was fucked in the ass by two older medical
students. He had to take one-week leave after that incident. He had to put
stitches in his anus and soon everybody in the campus knew his pathetic
story. Girls were struggling to suppress their laugher whenever they see
him and he was not looking at anybody for almost a year. The irony was that
even the lecturers were laughing at his unfortunate incident and no action
was taken on attackers. The poor guy was threatened every night and so he
preferred to shy away from lodging the complaint to police. The next year
he took his revenge by ragging his juniors and he did not think about the
suffering he had had.

Ragging is thus continued and will continue in spite of the civilized
culture we would like to promote.  Coming back to the story, we were freed
to go to our rooms at about 1 o' clock at night and all of us were crying
at the humiliation and we were not able to wash ourselves as someone had
cut of water supply to top floor. Everyone was tired and eager to
sleep. But little did we know that we were to be subjected to another
embarrassing episode. I was awakening from my deep sleep in the morning
hearing a wild cry from junior girls in our floor.  I rubbed my eyes and
tried to figure the reason out.  Then I found my pajamas were open and my
pussy was coated with some white material. The seniors had sneaked into our
floor at some time in the night and the entire junior girls were denuded at
their front and a paste was applied to entire pussies.

The paste was made of toothpaste and gum and some other sticky things. We
all rushed to the bathrooms and tried to wash them away. But it was all
sticky in the pussy hairs and it was a damn mess. I did not know what to
do. Somehow I managed to put my pajamas and rushed to the lower floor to
seek help from my senior friend Alice. I was welcomed with a huge howling
from the seniors who were standing in the corridors doing their morning
chores, and some were giving me an evil grin. I rushed to the room and
cried to Alice, "Dear Alice , please help me, see what they have done to
us".  Alice, Shini and Megha were laughing and patted me on my
shoulders. "Relax dear, we were also subjected to the same act in last
year, well we will give you remedy for it". Alice opened her suitcase and
searched for some time and returned with a safety razor which normally men
use. They took some warm water and applied to my pussy. "You cannot clean
it by water or anything, you have to shave them clean". Alice and Megha
together shaved me carefully and asked me to leave the room
immediately. They told me to take the razor with me so that others may also
use it.

When I reached our floor all were applying whatever they thought as a
remedy and were trying to separate the pussy hairs from the sticking
substance added to it at night by our cruel seniors. I forgot all my
modesty and self respect and lowered my pajamas and declared, "Hai girls,
there is no other way other than see this". I showed them my bald pussy and
the safety razor I was holding. What followed was a hue and cry and
followed by a marathon pussy shaving. Some girls went out and bought more
razors and some had smaller ones to shave their legs. Anyway till lunch
time all of us were doing shaving. Most of them were awarded with more
wounds and rashes. I shaved about ten girls and soon I was considered to be
an expert barber. I will never forget that day in my life.

On Monday all were giggling when they proceeded to go to college. Most of
the girls were experiencing the pussy shaving experience for their first
time in life. The bald pussies when rubbed against the soft panties were
more arousing and all of us were rubbing our thighs together while trying
to pay attention to the boring lectures. I felt my pussy was overflowing
and I had to change panties when I went for lunch break.

After one month we were given a welcome party back by our seniors and it
was a great and expensive one. After that ragging was stopped and everyone
started concentrating on studies. The seniors were helpful in giving us old
question papers and assignments etc. I passed the examinations with good
marks and in the final year itself was recruited by a multinational company
for the post of manager level. Manipal University still continues to be one
of the best institutions in India. But the free life and bolder lifestyle
makes a considerable percent of students to deviate from studies and they
end up in suicides or a turning point of their career as per their fate.

Thank you readers for your patience. Send your comments to
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