Anjali’s body felt heavy and used when she woke up on Tuesday morning. The previous day with the eight men from Bangalore had left her with a deep, constant ache in both her holes. She sat on the edge of the bed for several minutes, staring at the floor, before finally standing up.

In the bathroom mirror her reflection showed fresh evidence of the previous day. New fingerprints and faint bite marks covered her heavy breasts. Her lips looked slightly swollen. When she examined herself lower, both her pussy and asshole remained sensitive and slightly puffy. She touched them gently and felt a soft throb of mixed soreness and heat.