Sleep never truly came.

Ananya drifted in and out of a shallow, feverish haze, her body too full of sensation to shut down. The wooden plug in her ass was a constant, thick presence. Every tiny shift of her hips made it press against sensitive walls still slick with her father’s cum. The nipple clamps bit steadily into her swollen peaks; the thin golden chain that connected them lay heavy across her chest, and even the slightest breath made it tug. Her cunt throbbed in time with her heartbeat, sore and sticky, still slowly leaking the earlier mess of blood and seed onto the sheet beneath her.