Panditji didn't waste a second. He grabbed a fistful of her sweat-soaked hair and yanked her head back. The sudden jolt pulled Naina off the floor, her body following his pull like a ragdoll. He dragged her across the rough, uneven stones of the kutiya until her shoulders hit the central wooden frame.

Her feet scrambled, her toes scraping against the dirt, before she was hoisted into the air. In mere moments, the ropes bit into her wrists and ankles, pulled taut and elevated. She hung suspended like a side of meat, her legs splayed obscenely wide, the heavy weight of her body straining against the ropes, leaving her pussy and ass completely vulnerable and dripping with the mixture of cum and green oil.