Priya lay twitching in the massive puddle of cum, piss, and blood on the main stage, her body a ruined monument of depravity. Her womb was so packed with seed that it leaked in thick, constant rivers from her grotesquely gaped cunt. The heavy silver chains connecting her fresh clit and nipple piercings to her mother’s tugged painfully with every shudder. Sunita was curled beside her, sobbing and broken, her once-strict housewife body now covered in identical markings and piercings. Arun sat slumped nearby, his face glazed with the mixed juices of his wife and daughter.

The Dean’s voice boomed over the speakers: “The Sharma Family belongs to St. Sophia’s now. Tonight, in the main girls’ hostel, we offer them to every student, every guard, and every street scum we’ve invited. No safewords. No limits.”