In The Boys Wing

Sahithi stood there fully exposed to all the four males in the room and the small crowd of excited onlookers outside.

“Why me? What did I do to deserve this?”

“Because you are a loser!” she blushed as she realised she had spoken out aloud. She shifted her injured leg, feeling a slight pain start to build in the ankle. It had not fully healed yet.

“Still not cured?”

“No. The doctor said I should not walk too much or put too much pressure on it.”

“Alright, no problem. We will give you easier tasks.”

‘I wonder what those tasks are.” She thought. ‘They will not be easy for me.’

“Bring the chair.” There was a sound of shuffling feet and a chair was brought into the room. Sahithi glanced at it from the corner of her eye. It was a peculiar chair – instead of a normal seat it had a single rod right in the middle of where the seat should have been.

“Sit!”

“What! How?” she was flustered when she saw that the rod was shaped like a penis.

“Like this!” two men caught hold of her while a third lowe