Ananya’s shoulders already ached.

The white sari that bound her wrists to the headboard was tighter than it looked. Every time she shifted, the cotton bit into her skin and forced her chest harder against the mattress. Her ass stayed high in the air because there was no other position the rope allowed. The cool night air of the room licked over her exposed, freshly fucked cunt. She could feel her father’s cum and her own virgin blood slowly leaking out of her in warm, sticky trails that ran down the insides of her thighs and dripped onto the sheet.