Daddy’s Whore in the Haveli
Chapter 12
They Stretched Both My Holes at the Same Time Until I Broke

The twelfth night the haveli no longer felt like a house. It felt like a place built only for her ruin. Priya had spent the night on the thick rug at the foot of Vikram’s bed, wrists still bound behind her back, both holes aching and leaking the mixed seed of father and son onto the wool beneath her. She had slept in short, exhausted fragments, waking each time the sticky wetness cooled between her thighs or the ropes bit into her skin. By morning her shoulders burned and her cunt and ass felt permanently open.