Going Home ????

Sravya woke up to find the sun on her face. She looked around in confusion. Where was she? Why was there such bright light? Was it morning already? She was lying on the ground ! And what happened to her clothes? She blinked trying to focus. Why did her throat feel so dry? Why was she so tired as if she had run several marathons? She opened her eyes, shielding them from the sun, as she looked around. The first thing she noticed was the gate.

GATE NO-2, SVSR ENGINEERING COLLEGE , the entrance announced. What the hell was she doing, lying on the floor in front of the college? Who had brought her here? And then the flood of memories started, rushing through her mind in a weird, movie trailer like manner, almost overwhelming her.

She looked at herself in disbelief. Had she really done that last night? Possibly, if the wild, lustful gazes of the visitors were an indication. She noticed her mobile a few feet away. She got up, walked to her mobile and picked it up. Thankfully, the battery was full. Her eyes flew wide as she saw 23,478 WhatsApp messages and 76,984 Facebook requests. Her instagram account was now showing 50 million followers and messages four times that number. She shivered in fright at the numbers. How had become such a celebrity overnight? Though she had a vague feeling that it was related to last night, she didn’t want to think of it yet.

She prayed a little before opening the messages from her family group. She had been removed from the group. “You are dead to us” the last message read. She had also been blocked on whatsapp and all other social media by her family it seemed. So what had got them so riled up? She scrolled through her phone till she her eyes were locked on a message. Her eyes opened wide in shock – She had sent that!???? No wonder her family had cut her off. She watched the video message that had captured her expressions, reactions and voice perfectly. She couldn’t even say that she had been forced. It was the fourth song that had brought out the real slut in her and it was the video that had been shared, effectively sealing her fate. She could no longer live her safe, secure, traditional life anymore. Her future would now be spent in wild orgies and debauchery. She sighed as she got up going to the security gate to try and beg for something to cover herself.

“So, you need some clothes, eh? Why should I give you any? What do I get ?” the guard at the gate asked, smiling meaningfully at Sravya.

“I will do whatever you say. Just give me something to wear. Please, I can’t go home like this !” She pleaded.

“What is the proof that you will follow my instruction?” he asked, still sounding unconvinced.

“Can’t you see my distress? Do you think I have any choice? “ she sounded desperate.

“ Alright. My shift ends in an hour. Wait over there.” He instructed pointing to a chair in the guard room.

Sravya sighed in relief as she walked over to the chair and sat. She was in no condition to think properly. Her phone was proof of her debauchery last night. She no longer was the traditional, shy, homely girl anymore. Her innocence was gone, replaced by a monstrous personality that didn’t suit her old life. She sat waiting for the hour to be over so she could cover herself with something and go home. She ignored the looks the various visitors gave her during this hour. She resolutely kept her expression blank trying to zone out everything with thought of her future. She didn’t have to make any effort to act as her future seemed to be bleak. She had no idea what she was going to do or how she was going to do it. But, to do anything she had to get some clothes first; even if she had to sleep with the security guard to it.

“You have to serve them,” the host had told her. “Naked.” He had added. She had been a bit hesitant at first but then she thought, “these are strangers and most probably her escapade had been seen by the whole world already, so she might as well do as he says. Who knows there might be something for her too.” So she had started getting undressed starting with her saree. She was aware of multiple eyes staring at her as she undressed.

“Count till 50 in your head and then start from the left.” The host had said. She did as she was told starting from the left. The guests seemed to be some big shots whose clothes screamed their wealth. They seemed to love being served by naked women. It seemed the new laws had made it easier for them to order any women they wanted to serve them in any way they wanted. As she moved along the dining table serving food items the men kept playing with her body – fondling her curves, pressing her assets, making it very difficult to serve. Some had even poured wine over her breasts licking it up. Some would smack her ass. It was something she had never done before. She kept at the task wondering why she was doing it. She still couldn’t understand why she was so submissive, not protesting at the way the men were treating her. What had happened to the shy, traditional girl? She couldn’t fathom this new, shameless, wild, exhibitionist girl who did the unthinkable with such ease. As if she had been brought up to be a slave to rich men; to be their lapdog; it was surreal.

After the sham of a dinner was done she was made to sit and eat the leftovers. And she did to her own surprise. What was she doing? She thought as she ate a piece of leftover fish. If I did this at home my dad would kill me. If mom saw me now she would never talk to her again. Where has my common sense gone? Why am I doing this? And why do I do it without any protest? Why?

After she had eaten she was taken to another room; the room she had entered first. The men became silent as the host took her to boxing rink type structure. Here she had been instructed to sing the fifth song.

“Appatikinka na vayasu nindaa padaharey!” she took up a popular mass item number from an old movie. The audience rocked. Their response was so crazy that she started gyrating to the tune as she sang. That seemed to make the crowd go wilder. ‘I am an entertainer’, she thought as she sang in a husky, sexy tone that made the men throw gold and silver coins and currency notes at her. By the time she had finished the song, the floor was strewn with money. She sang song after song making the crowd crazy. Some had tried to jump into the rink but the bouncers had held them back. This show rocks! Thought Sravya. But it would have been better if she had managed to stay dressed. Then her family would have been really proud of her.

She had been taken to another room to rest after she had finished her tenth song. She had been so tired that she had fallen asleep. When she woke up she had found herself on the road in front of the gate. How she had slept more than 16 hours was a mystery to her as was the mystery of the signs of a gang bang evident on her body. The only explanation that seemed correct was that she had been drugged before being “used” by multiple men. They had also obviously cheated her as the only thing she was left with was her purse with her phone and the money she had brought. She had lost all her clothes besides losing her chastity, name, honour and the money owed to her from the contract. She had ended up losing her family even and possibly her job too.

The hour was up as she saw the day shift guard come in and she saw his eyes go wide in shock. It was replaced by lust as he realized the options available to him. He winked at the night duty guard and dragged her to the out house behind the guard room. Half an hour later he came out having fulfilled his need. He relieved the night duty guard who went in, tasted heaven and came out. He laughed wickedly when he saw that a few of his friends had also arrived. They went in one by one satisfying their lust for the next one hour. Finally, someone threw some clothes on Sravya as he came out. It was like a scene in a B-Grade movie.

Sravya came out dressed in a langa voni that surprisingly looked similar to the one she had worn last night. But she was in no position to be picky. Something was better than nothing. She slowly booked a cab to her apartment. What do you do when your life is destroyed in a single night? How do you bring it back on track? Is there anything left to salvage? Would she even be allowed to enter her apartment? She thought as she leaned back in the cab, suddenly uncertain about her future.