College Humiliation – Part 9

Thank you, guys, for the appreciation. Before continuing with the eighth part, let me give a brief background. This story is about a male-dominated country. A girl studying at a college makes the mistake of stealing the exam paper and is punished and humiliated by the Dean of the college.

She is stripped naked and punished. She had a very humiliating session in the anatomy class. Then she had a pee compilation punishment, and later she had a blowjob compilation. Later, she is exposed to body shaming, and her nipples are pierced.

She was subjected to body painting, and her rights to walk were revoked. Fellow students pee on her, and her virginity is taken by professors. Silicon is inserted in her breasts, and she is given a new dress of wax.

She was to drink her pee and eat rice cooked in it. The story continues with the next part.

It was my birthday, the most special day for me but it looked like it would be the worst day for me, the day which I won’t be able to forget. I thought my punishment would be over, but it looked like a dream now. The Dean was the cruellest person I had seen in my life.

I had been the most humiliated person on earth. All these thoughts were going through my mind, and I heard Dean’s voice. “Miss Juhi, time for assembly to crawl to the stage.”

I came back to my senses and started to crawl. I reached the stage and took my position. Dean came, and assembly started. After the usual things, towards the end, I was asked to pee in the bowl, lifting my one leg. Dean further announced that today was Miss Juhi’s birthday, and we would be celebrating it especially.

This gave me goosebumps and what I was thinking was turning out to be true. “We will be celebrating the birthday after the classes in the ground. Today, every student can especially wish her birthday. You can twist her nipple, and Miss Juhi had to shout out loud, making a sound of horn.”

Any student wishing her has to associate a word at the end with it, like ‘Happy birthday slut/bitch/pig’ etc, and she needs to say thank you. A student can do this only one time and cannot do it in class. Miss Juhi needs to maintain the count of her birthday wishes.

Meanwhile, hearing all these made me so nervous. I knew what would happen to my nipples if more than 500 people twisted it. Making a sound of horn was so humiliating, but this has been my journey up till now. Dean then dispersed the assembly, and everyone started to walk back to their classes.

Students walking stopped me in between and started to twist my nipples. Unfortunately, I had to make the horn sound, and as students heard, they used to clap and laugh. It was so humiliating for me. My nipples were already pierced made it more difficult.

Before I reached the class, they were already twisted more than 100 times. The most difficult part was I had to make that horn sound. Classes were over, and everyone was eager for my birthday celebration. While I was crawling to the ground, my legs were trembling.

Slowly, I crawled up to the ground, praying that today was not my worst day. The crowd had gathered on the ground along with Dean, professors and teachers. I crawled to the centre of the ground. There was a stage set up so that everyone could easily watch me being humiliated.

Dean commanded me to come to the centre and stand. He ordered one female teacher and she came with a thick brush and a few colors in a tray. I had no clue what was going to be done to me. Dean tied my hands above my head with a rope and tied it to a hanging clamp.

My hands were almost completely stretched above, and my nipples and full body were on display to the whole audience. Dean commanded the teacher to start, and she started to paint my body in circles. She was using different colours and going in rounds. By the end, she finished.

I had big circles of different colours, probably seven to eight and was looking like an archery board. I started to think on what is the purpose of it. Dean announced that today, we will be playing a game of darts. Every student will be given two darts to hit on Miss Juhi.

All the circles have different points, and the top 10 people scoring the highest points will be given a special reward. Nipples and clit have the highest points, as you can see, so aim for hitting there. The darts are special ones. They don’t have a pointed needle at the end.

But, it has a small powder, which will have a small blast once it strikes any surface. Generally, that you see in poppers. Hearing this my mind was blown out now. There were around 200 students, which means I would have to bear the pain around 400 times of those darts and they certainly are going to pain.

I started to think about whether it was my birthday today. When I came to my senses, I could see a queue of students standing with darts in their hands, ready to give me pain. Dean commanded the first student to take position, and one professor was ready to note the scores.

The student hit the dart with full force, and it hit my body. I was not able to guess properly where it hit, but it was somewhere near my navel. As it struck, it pained like hell and gave a burning sensation. He then aimed the second one, and again, for a second, it pained.

His points were noted down, and then the second student came. This continued till every student had his or her chance, and my body had a lot of spots. I was lucky with some students whose darts didn’t hit me but it was very few of them. The top 10 students were announced. 7 were boys, and 3 were girls.

I was not thinking of the perks that these 10 students would get. Dean announced that Miss Juhi would be giving oral sex to the winners in front of everyone. Winner students who are susceptible to getting oral pleasure in front of everyone can pass it if they don’t wish to have it. It’s their choice.

I was happy to hear this. I thought that girls wouldn’t be comfortable exposing their pussy in front of everyone. It leaves me with only 7, and wished that few boys would feel shy as well. Dean asked winners who wished to pass. Girls went near Dean and asked something, which I wasn’t able to make out.

Dean nodded his head. He asked again if anyone was willing to drop. I was sure that girls would move forward, but to my dismay, no one did. Now, I had to pleasure all ten of them. Dean ordered that the boys would be the first ones to go. Miss Juhi would need to suck them till they release and drink their cum.

My hands tied above were unhooked and tied at the back. I was not allowed to use my hands. I was asked to kneel. The first boy, who was my junior, moved towards me. He completely moved his pants down. Now I could smell his dick odour. It was just a few centimetres from my lips.

I was not able to move forward, thinking that I would now be sucking a dick in front of a whole crowd. All the thoughts were going through my mind, and I heard Dean’s Voice start now. I had no option but to take his dick between my upper lips and start licking it.

I rolled my tongue on his cock, and it started to grow. In a few seconds, it was at his full size, somewhere maybe around 6-7 inches. He now held my head and inserted it in my mouth and started to mouth fuck it. Noises of cock sucking started to come out.

Dean seeing this placed a mike near my mouth. Now the voice which only a few people could listen to was going in every ear. What I was doing in itself was so humiliating, and this added more toppings to my humiliation. He fucked my mouth quite hard.

In a few minutes, I got my first drink and had to swallow it, unfortunately. I didn’t link swallowing the cum but didn’t have any option. He moaned heavily and then left my mouth, dressed up and left. I was still recovering. Then the second boy came forward, and he fucked my mouth.

This continued till all 7 have used my mouth as cum dump. There were roars and various abusive words which the audience was shouting, like slut, bitch, whore etc. Now, it was the turn of girls. I wasn’t sure whether they would drop their skirts. They would be brave if they did.

I saw some students bringing the bench, and I had no clue about it. The bench was placed in front of me. The first girl lay on top of the bench. Dean announced to maintain the dignity of the girls, they won’t be removing their skirts.

Miss Juhi had to place her head in their skirt and then lick their pussy until they orgasm. Dean was conscious of their dignity, but what about me? I was asked to start now. I crawled near the end of the bench where the first girl was lying and placed my head inside the skirt. She was wearing panties.

I pulled my head out and said to Dean that her panty needed to be removed. Dean ordered me to remove the panty from my mouth and get on. With no choice, I used my teeth to remove her panty. It was so difficult, but in the end made it.

She had a hairy pussy, so it was so difficult for me to reach my tongue to her pussy. With great difficulty, I carried on, and after around 8-10 minutes, she had an orgasm and released her juices. I had to lick all of her juices. Some of it was on my face as well.

This continued till I had given oral sex to all three girls. My mouth was now filled with all 10 different tastes and was disgusting. I was ordered to stand now and say thank you to all 10 winners for using me as cum dump. Next Dean announced me to crawl behind him.

He led me to a place in the centre of the ground, which had a pit, approx. The 4-foot depth was in the circle. Dean asked me to go in the pit and kneel. I had no clue what he was trying to do with it. I crawled and took my position. I just hoped that he wouldn’t create a grave for me.

But I knew that he couldn’t go to that level, and he couldn’t lose me even. Dean announced that since today was Miss Juhi’s birthday and that day, as a ritual, we give a bath with rose petals and milk. Let’s not leave our ritual and carry it out. I was surprised to hear this.

Did I hear it correctly, bath with rose petals and milk? This can’t be true. Dean asked students to come near me and stand in a line. My eyes were searching for a container, but I couldn’t find it. Dean then dropped the bomb. We will have the ritual but with a twist.

Instead of rose petals and milk, we will be using piss to give a bath to Miss Juhi. As soon as I heard this, I came to reality and wanted to slap myself. How could I think Dean would be so kind to me? Dean told the boys to make a circle around the dig.

There were almost 20 students in the circle, and Dean asked to start peeing on me. Everyone took out their dick, and most of them had an erect one, such shameless creatures. Dean gave the green signal, and all started to pee on me. My body started to get drenched in all different colours.

I closed my eyes. Once everyone was done, the next set of students was called. They started to do the same, and this continued till every boy had flowered his love on me. This was very disgusting and humiliating, and it was very smelly. The dig was filled with a lot of pee, and my hair and body were drenched.

Dean asked students to go back and me to come out of the dig. Once I was out, Dean announced that Miss Juhi would be hungry. Since it’s her birthday, we shouldn’t keep her hungry. Dean asked one student to bring something. He came with a bowl and handed it over to Dean.

Dean put the bowl on the floor in the centre and asked me to crawl there. He placed some biscuits in the bowl and announced. Since Miss Juhi is crawling like a dog, what is the best food we can give her apart from the dog’s favourite biscuit? He put some biscuits in it.

This is the height. Now, I am being fed dog food. I wondered why I had my birthday falling in these days. He said to start and ordered me to eat like a dog only with no hands and only mouth. Dean also ordered that I would be spanked on my ass till the time I was eating.

I need to finish early. The more time I took, the more spankings I would receive. He ordered one girl student to take a flogger and start spanking my ass. With no choice, I had to eat those biscuits which were very bad in taste and fast as well. There was continuous spanking at the back.

I somehow finished whatever was there in the bowl, but the dean refilled it again, and I had to eat those as well. My ass was red by now. Dean then announced that we all know about Miss Juhi. So it won’t make a difference if we have something permanent on her body.

It will remind her of her place and what mistake she had made. Today, being her birthday, I propose to create a permanent tattoo on her body. Listening to this, my mind blew up. I confronted Dean that this is a permanent mark and will impact my life after this, my married life as well.

Dean said that now everyone knows about you. You would be married to any person from this college only as they are of your age group and they all knew about you. So, it’s not a problem if we get tattoos on our bodies. I am still confronted that I am not ready for it.

Dean then thought and said, let’s democratically take this. We will have voting and let all the students and teachers decide whether we should have it or not. Dean got the arrangements done, and soon, everyone was voting for this rubbish idea. The voting was completed, and the dean started the counting.

He was counting every vote and with that, a loud cheer was there. I almost lost by 90%, which meant that my body would now be exposed to tattoos. Tattoos which will never let me forgive what happened to me, what all the pain and humiliation I had to undergo throughout my life.

It will never help me to regain my confidence but I have now accepted my fate. The Tattoo artist was called, and I was waiting, cursing the dean. I was getting anxious, thinking about what would be inked on my body. I was sure that it would be purely something that would be humiliating.

These thoughts were going through my mind, and suddenly, I heard the cheer from the crowd. It was for the tattoo artist who had arrived. Dean ordered a few students, and they came up with a bench, chair and table. Dean talked to the tattoo artist in private, and he came near me.

He scanned my body, and then again, they discussed it in private. Dean then posts the discussion and announces that Miss Juhi will be inked at four places – both the boobs, above her pussy, inner thighs and at her bumps. These all will be private tattoos so that if you wear clothes these will be partially visible.

I was clueless after hearing this. All these places are so sensitive that it’s very hard even to take a single prick, and I would be getting countless of them. The bench was kept in the centre of the ground, a little high from the ground, so that everyone could view it.

My hands and legs were tied to the bench to freeze my movements. The tattoo artist started with my left boob first. Since my head was down, I was not able to see what it was being inked. My boob started to pain as the needle started to prick my skin.

I couldn’t guess what was being written, but certainly, it would have been humiliating. After almost half an hour, the tattoo on my left boob was completed, but I couldn’t see it. The tattoo artist now moved to the right boob and started his work. It was quite painful, but I was bound and helpless.

My skin was getting pricked, and more importantly, this would be lifelong on my skin. It took some more time to complete the right one, so probably a few more words were written.

Next was the turn of my area above pussy and pussy as well. This was the most sensitive area, and every prick was paining like hell. The needle started with the area above pussy and slowly glided to the pussy. It looked like my pussy was also getting inked. It took almost 2 hours to get that completed.

I was blindfolded, and then my restraints were opened and asked to lay down on my stomach, probably so that my bums could be inked. My hands and legs were tied again, and it started to ink from my left to right. The pain was not so much in this area.

But I was thinking about what was going to be written and which would be so humiliating. Almost after 2-3 hours, the tattoo artist completed his work. In the meantime, and crowd was on and off. But at any point in time, almost half of them were there.

As soon as the tattoos were completed, the dean announced that Miss Juhi’s tattoos had been completed and were up for display. My eyes were wet imagining the humiliation which I would have to go through. My restraints were opened, but I was blindfolded again.

As the dean announced this, the crowd started to gather. I could hear footsteps and cheers and roars from the crowd. I was also getting anxious about what had been inked on my body now. Dean made me stand up and removed my blindfold.

There was a mirror in front of me, and I could see my inked body now. Everyone could see my body now. The crowd had moved forward a little to see what was being written. They were enjoying it and clapping and cheering.

My left boob was inked with ‘Slave for Life.’ A small girl on her knees with her head down was drawn just beside it. My right boob was tattooed with ‘Punish me, Use me, Cock sucker.’ My area above pussy was inked with ‘Fuck for free, cum dump.’

A down arrow was created, which was pointing to my pussy. Two pics on both sides of the arrow were drawn. One was a girl on her knees, hands cuffed behind and having a cock in her mouth. On the right side, a girl tied and being spanked was drawn.

This was more than enough to wet my eyes. Dean then brought 2 more mirrors and arranged them in such a way that I could see my back as well. On my left bump, various BDSM toys and tools were pictured, like cuffs, butt plugs, whips, floggers, nipple clamps, rope, dog collars, chains, dildos, cane etc.

A text was written. Please use it on me. On the right bump, a girl was pictured with her mouth open and a man peeing in her mouth, and the text ‘Toilet slave for life’ was written.

My legs were trembling, and it just couldn’t bear the weight of my body. I just collapsed. Next, I could hear Dean’s Voice stand up. I was then taken to the centre of the stage and was asked to rotate in one place so that everyone could see my tattoos perfectly.

My tears were not able to stop, just thinking that this would be with me for life long.

So, guys, I will end the 09 part here and continue the humiliation of Juhi in the next part. Her birthday is still not over, and all she goes through will be coming in the next and last part of this series. Please provide your valuable feedback, as this story is on a different track.

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