The morning after the brutal candle wax torture, the Rathore bungalow smelled of melted wax, dried cum, and raw female desperation. Priya and Lakshmi were still lying on the living room floor where the men had left themcompletely naked, bodies marked with red burns, cracked white wax flakes still clinging to their heavy tits, swollen choot lips, and thick thighs. Their cunts were bright red and puffy from the molten wax that had filled them for nearly an hour, the insides still tingling with residual heat.

Rajesh, Aryan, and Suresh had woken up hard and hungry. Four days of business trip, the shocking discovery of the milkmen, the punishments, and yesterday’s rough reclamation had only made their lust darker and more possessive. Today was the final day they would remind these two women exactly who owned every hole in their bodies. No more mercy. No more limits. This was the ultimate filthy reclamation.