The College Fest

Sravya was excited. It was her first professional song performance in a major event. She was going to be part of solo song performance in the college fest of SVSR Engineering college, Srikantha Puram. It was a prestigious college where only the best of the best students studied. Unlike other institutions, the management gave seats only to those candidates they found were suited for their college. They had a heavy filtering process that was comparable to the Imperial Services Examinations that were held by the Imperial Services Selection Board or ISSB. It was an examination where a few hundred candidates got selected for Pan Empire Services, out of hundreds of thousands of candidates that appeared every year. This meant that only the best of the best got in. That year 4 million candidates had appeared for the exam and only 784 candidates had been recommended for Imperial Services Training. Even giving a solo song performance in such a prestigious college required going through a filtering process where hundreds of candidates were filtered and less than 5 candidates were selected for the finale. So, she had been thrilled when she had been selected for this solo 10 song performance out of 14,686 candidates! To top that, she had been given a contract and check for 15 million Imperial Rupees and a promise to be paid another 50 million after her performance was over ! This was something no singer had ever bagged before. So, she had been over the moon when they offered the contract and signed it without even reading it. The only glitch was that they would tell her how to perform a few minutes before the event was to start. It made her nervous, But, then you had to be ready for any eventuality if you wanted to be a professional singer.

They had also given specific instructions on what she should wear to the concert. She was to report to the cultural events committee at 5 pm sharp dressed in a langa voni. She was a bit puzzled when they had forbidden her from wearing undergarments. But, surely, it didn't matter right? No one would know what she wore inside anyway – it wasn't as if she would be strip searched! She decided it would be safer to forget the bra. It would result in bouncy boobs, but she could risk someone noticing the outline of her bra and demanding to see what she was wearing inside! There was no saying what such an elite management would do. Another thing that sit right was the demand that she pack several pairs of dresses – Pattu Parikini, Saree, blouse, langa, Skirt and Top, Her old school uniform, T-Shirt and a The Shortest skirt she had. Perhaps they wanted her to change costumes for every song that she sang. That was the only plausible explanation she could come up with for such a weird condition. She was only concerned about what they might require her to do at the venue; perhaps she was thinking too much about it. After all, she was to sing there – the simplest of jobs to do on the planet! What else could they ask her to do? She brushed aside all doubts as she entered the reception area at Gate No- 2, as she had been instructed.

The attendant checked her details, issued an Identity Card to her, assigned a Volunteer – Sushma Panchakarla, her id card said – to escort her to the CPC or Cultural Programme Committee. The jarring note was that the Volunteer was naked except for a tag in the neck proclaiming her name. Why did it look so similar to a dog collar? And why was she naked? In an event that was guaranteed to have thousands of guests? Why did her instinct tell her that the volunteer had been instructed not to speak? This was getting weird ! She followed silently observing that many other female volunteers – all of them – were naked with dog tag like id cards hung around their necks. The volunteer left her at a door proclaiming CPC .

Sravya nervously pushed open the door and entered it. Her first thought was – HUGE ! the room was big and spacious ! It could easily accommodate hundreds of people ! She looked around and saw a desk – Check Up – towards the right ; her right. She went there and presented the file she had been given at the reception. The man looked at the file, and…

"Check Up 26 ! ", two strongly built males came and stood on either side of her waiting for instructions. "Your bags !" he said to her still not looking up. Sravya meekly lifted her bag and placed it on the table before her. The man on her left opened the bag and started taking out her dresses one by one and placing them on the table naming them as he did so. The man at the table ticked some boxes on the form in front of him as the man on her right put them into another bag as soon as the item was ticked off. This continued till the final piece of dress was put in the new bag. "Check Up 26 – 2" the man said casually, almost in a bored voice. The man on her right lifted her hands up while the other man started passing his hands on her upper back feeling for ….. HER BRA! Sravya realized why her hands were held up. They did not want her to resist while they did a body check. Shit ! Oh, Why? Why did she choose a strapless bra? She thought frantically as the man's hands lingered and then stopped exactly where the hooks of her bra were ! She felt another hand on her right buttock ….. lifting her panty and bring it close to the slit in her butt cheeks. "VIOLATION !" the man barked making everyone in the room turn around and look at her, making her face burn bright red with embarrassment.

"STRIP!!!" the man at the table ordered. Sravya stood stunned unable to believe her ears. How could she remove her clothes in front of so many people? He was about to get up when she started removing the safety pin of her pallu hurriedly, afraid that he might order something even more mortifying than a strip. The man sat again as he stared at her, watching as she first took off her pallu, then unhooked and removed her blouse, revealing the pink, strapless bra she had been wearing. His expression was unchanged as she then removed her langa, lo-langa and stood in her pink bra and pink cotton panties. Her hands had been raised again, preventing her covering herself. The man on her left took a scissors and cut her undergarments making her naked. She was then turned and displayed to the rest of the men in the room who whistled and hooted calling her names that made her blush in shame. The man on the right threw her lo-langa into the dustbin as he made her wear the langa – voni. He threw away her blouse while he made sure the pallu was placed normally over her breasts – as if she were still wearing a blouse. Anyone on her left was treated to a full, free view of her naked left breast while her right breast peeked from behind her pallu as it couldn't cover it fully. That was how she was escorted to the stage.

The First Song

As soon as she stepped onto the stage, her ears were deafened by the noise that erupted ! It was as if she had thousands of fans ! They were chanting her name over and over ! She listened carefully to what they were chanting and blushed beet red. "Sravya ! Stripping singer Sravya ! Sings While Getting Fucked Sravya ! and other such nonsense. What was happening?

"Thanks You guys!" the host was saying as the crowd fell silent. "Sings while Stripping Sravya has arrived ! Her first song, VARSHAM MUNDUGA, for you ! " he gushed while adding, "Sravya you will remove one piece of your clothing after you have sung each stanza till you run out of clothes. Then you will climb that table and sit on it with your legs spread wide till the song is finished. You can start !" He bowed to the crowd and left the stage leaving Sravya speechless. Was she a sex worker to sing while she stripped off her clothes? She suddenly realized that she was ! That had been her contract – to act like a whore during the fest ! She was now trapped ! She instinctively realized she would be torn apart if she didn't do what they told her to do. She closed her eyes, praying for courage as she started singing. The crowd went wild when she removed her voni. The whistles, shouts and catcalls drowned her voice almost. They went even louder when she removed her langa. It seemed there was an earthquake when she climbed the table and when she opened her legs. –She realized why she had been told to shave her pussy – why a lady had specifically checked whether she had shaved or not ! It presented her mound in all its glory! As the song ended she was escorted off the stage.

The Second Song

"….. Welcome Sings-While Fingering herself-Sravya !!!" the host announced enthusiastically bring a thunderous roar from the audience. As Sravya appeared on stage dressed in a Pattu Parikini, the host again gave instructions over the mike. "You will lift your langa, climb the table, spread your legs and sing while you finger yourself with the items given to you after each stanza" Sravya realized that this was going to be very tough since she had to keep fucking herself with whatever thing they gave her till the song was finished. They had given her a song that required her to sing for ten minutes ! Those would be longest ten minutes she had ever faced! Her mouth dry, she nervously lifted her langa, walking to the table half naked. She climbed the table and spread her legs as the orchestra tuned their instruments. She was given a cucumber as she started to sing. She placed it in her vagina and started pushing it in and out as she sang. It was replaced by a short bamboo pole. The wet cucumber was thrown into the crowd. As she finished the second stanza, the bamboo pole was replaced by a wooden penis. She was now getting horny despite herself and her voice was now sounding strange with her effort to keep singing and NOT allow her moans to be heard. It sounded so sexy that she almost CAME! She was exhausted by the time the song was over. She couldn't believe she had a BIIIIIGGGGGGG Orgasm ! In Front Of A Crowd ! She couldn't believe she had behaved like a horny whore ! She had been disgusted by how shamelessly she had performed ! She had had to be supported when she left the stage.

The Third Song

When Sravya had entered the Green Room, a man looking like a male nurse came to her with an syringe in his hand. She felt the prick of the needle as he injected something in her right buttock. In no time, she felt fully alert and invigorated. Is this how the athletes on steroids feel? She thought as she entered the stage a third time clad in just a saree.

"…..Sravya, you will now sing as one of the males here will pull off your saree and will press your breasts, tweak your nipples, press your thighs and buttocks, and then fuck you!" This song proved even harder as she had to keep singing while her saree was being pulled off by a total stranger in front of a crowd. She couldn't stop when her breasts were fondled, sucked, bitten – she had involuntarily moaned when he had bitten her breasts – she had to keep singing as her nipples were tweaked, pressed and bitten. She kept moaning and singing in a strange erotic voice as her buttocks were squeezed, thighs rubbed, legs spread apart and then – SOMETHING HUGE AND LONG entered her pussy. She had been forced to scream from the pain – but strangely that scream also sounded distant and erotic, turning her on – making the audience horny – the real test was singing through the fuck –moaning as the man stroked her hard – and singing. The result was a voice she couldn't imagine in her wildest dreams ! It was so surreal, horny, disgusting and demeaning about it – yet she had unbelievably enjoyed it. It was as though she was born to be humiliated!