The powerful men approached me slowly, like predators circling a helpless prey. These weren’t ordinary fans or guards. These were rich, influential men — sons of politicians, businessmen, and Delhi’s elite who paid huge money for exclusive access to my broken body. Their eyes held a darker hunger. They didn’t just want to fuck me. They wanted to own me.

I lay on the ground, completely destroyed, every inch of my skin covered in layers of cum. My pussy and asshole gaped open, constantly leaking thick white fluid. I could barely move.