The heavy doors of the main hall swung open. More than fifteen powerful men from the village Panchayat committee marched in, talking loudly about land disputes and village matters. Their voices died instantly as they stopped dead in their tracks.

In the center of the hall, under bright lantern light, Rani lay completely naked on the large wooden table. Her young, curvy body was glistening with sweat and thick layers of cum. Her legs were spread obscenely wide, pussy and asshole red, swollen, and leaking rivers of seed from the Sarpanch and his sons. Her heavy breasts were covered in handprints and bite marks, nipples stiff and dark. Next to her, her mother Meena stood frozen, pallu pulled down, exposing her mature cleavage, eyes wide with shock.