Anjali barely slept that night. Every time she closed her eyes she saw Vikram’s face, felt the weight of the men who had used her, and remembered the way her own body had betrayed her in the shower. When her alarm finally rang at 6:15 AM, she felt more exhausted than rested.

She forced herself out of bed and stood under the shower for a long time, letting the hot water run over her still-sensitive skin. Her pussy remained slightly swollen from the previous day’s repeated use. When she touched it gently, a soft throb of mixed pain and heat answered her.