As the men stepped back, admiring their handiwork, Priya sat stunned and shaking in the tub, their combined semen cooling and drying on her skin. She felt soiled, defiled, and utterly used. And yet, a small part of her trembled with a dark excitement at being so thoroughly claimed by her new family.

Rajesh held out a hand and helped Priya out of the tub, leading her dripping and naked body into the house. The women had vanished, leaving only the men and their hungry stares. He led her to the dining table, where a large jug of warm, frothy milk sat, along with a stack of glasses.