The underground chamber pulsed with raw energy as more than a dozen new men descended the stone stairs — burly village laborers, two distant uncles from the extended family, and even the old temple priest who had blessed their wedding. Their eyes gleamed with lust at the sight of Priya: chained, cum-glazed, body a map of welts, bites, and degrading writings, her holes still twitching and leaking from Rahul’s powerful fucking.

Rahul stood behind her, his thick cock buried balls-deep in her dripping pussy, one hand choking her with the mangalsutra while the other viciously slapped her ass. “Look at them, Priya. All these cocks because you couldn’t be satisfied with your husband. Now I’m going to show every single one of them how a real man claims his sasural whore.”