Priya shuffled into her first morning lecture — Advanced Economics — like a broken zombie. The electro chastity belt buzzed viciously against her pierced clit and pinned pussy lips with every step. The safety pins tugged and tore at her swollen labia, sending sharp stabs of pain through her core. Thick, warm globs of twenty watchmen’s cum and piss leaked slowly down her inner thighs, soaking into her salwar. Her tits, still bound tightly under the fabric with hidden ropes, throbbed purple and heavy.

She was ordered to sit in the front row, right under Professor Mehta’s nose. The middle-aged woman had no idea what was happening beneath the desk. Priya’s remote vibrators were on low, but the Dean kept randomly cranking the electro shocks. During roll call, a strong jolt hit her clit. Priya bit her tongue hard, stifling a moan as she came violently in her seat, fresh squirt mixing with the leaking mess.