Neha lay completely unconscious on the same black leather mattress where the panchayat members had triple-fucked her just hours ago. Her legs were spread obscenely wide, knees bent, pussy and asshole gaping and leaking thick rivers of cum from all the rituals. Her massive boobs, still tied at the base from the rope ritual, had refilled with milk — heavy, swollen, veins visible, nipples leaking small white drops every few minutes because her body now produced milk non-stop. The afternoon sun beat down on her marked, tattooed, cum-covered body as the entire village slowly emptied, leaving her like a used public toy.

Swati had deliberately left the garden gate wide open.