Spent and drained from the intense milking ritual, Priya could hardly walk as Rajesh led her out of the dining room and towards the back of the house. Her legs trembled and shook, her empty breasts aching and sore from the rough treatment they had received. Milk still dripped from her nipples, leaving a trail behind her on the tile floor.

As they stepped out into the backyard, Priya gasped at the sight before her - a massive, Olympic-sized swimming pool, its crystal blue waters sparkling invitingly in the afternoon sun. Floating flowers and lit candles adorned the surface, giving it an almost mystical aura.