Three days after the exhausting orgasm marathon, Priya’s body had still not fully recovered. Her pussy remained swollen and sensitive, her big boobs carried fresh bite marks, and every movement reminded her of how completely Thakur Arjun owned her. But deep inside, a small spark of fear and shame refused to die. She was slowly losing herself in his darkness, and that terrified her more than the rough fucking.

That afternoon, while Arjun was away meeting some local landlords, Priya saw her chance. The old servant Ramu had left the side gate slightly open while bringing supplies. Her heart pounded as she quickly wrapped a simple cotton saree around her naked body, no bra, no panties, and slipped out through the garden gate.