The ancient village temple steps glowed under hundreds of torches and phone lights. The entire village had gathered — over five hundred people now — forming a massive circle around the stone platform. Rani and Meena were tied spread-eagle on the raised altar, completely naked, legs stretched painfully wide. Their bodies were a disgusting yet arousing mess: thick layers of dried and fresh cum coated their skin, hair, heavy breasts, and faces. Their pussies and assholes gaped openly, red, swollen, and continuously leaking rivers of village seed.

Rani’s young body trembled violently as the cool night air touched her ruined holes. Tears of total humiliation rolled down her cheeks, but her clit was swollen and her pussy clenched with desperate need. “Maa… the whole village… even the gods are watching us… we are finished,” she whispered.