The darkness under the blindfold was complete.

Ananya remained bent over the low wooden trunk, wrists bound tightly behind her back, the leather collar snug around her throat. The longer chain kept her from straightening or closing her legs; every small shift pulled gently at her neck and reminded her she was fixed in place. Saliva still dripped slowly from her lips where the ring gag had forced her mouth open for so long. Between her spread thighs, her father’s cum continued its thick, warm escape from her ass, running down over the swollen lips of her cunt and dripping onto the stone floor in soft, irregular drops.