Years had passed since that fateful day when Priya had been offered up as a breeding slave to her depraved family. In the time since, her life had become a never-ending cycle of being filled, bred, and used for the twisted pleasure of the Singhs and their extended clan.

Priya's once-slender waist had long since disappeared, replaced by the swollen, stretched belly of a woman who had borne countless children. Her breasts, once pert and perky, hung heavy and swollen with milk, forever leaking from the constant stimulation and use they endured. Her hair, once a lustrous black curtain, was now a tangled, matted mess, a testament to the countless times she had been ravished and defiled.