Priya was still on her knees in the small temple storeroom, her entire body a complete mess. Thick layers of cum covered her innocent face, dripped from her swollen red nipples, and leaked heavily from her destroyed chut and gaand onto the cold floor. The four men — Deepak tauji, Baldev, Karan, and Rajesh — stood around her with satisfied smirks, their spent cocks still semi-hard. Bua stood nearby, her expression unreadable, a strange mix of shock and hidden excitement in her eyes.

The temple bell rang again. Footsteps approached. Priya’s mother (Rukmini, 44, traditional yet strict) and her younger cousin sister Meera appeared at the slightly open door, followed by two more neighboring uncles who had come for late-night aarti.