Abhiraj dragged Priya through the heavy oak door of his house, the air inside thick and stale, wrapping around them like a predator's grip. The room loomed with shadows from flickering candles, cold stone floors biting at her bare feet through the ropes that bound her wrists and ankles. Priya's heart hammered in her chest, her slender body trembling under the thin rag of a dress that barely covered her. She was eighteen, untouched, and now property—sold like cattle to this man who exuded dominance with every step. His hand clamped around her arm, fingers digging into her soft skin, pulling her deeper into the dimly lit hall where chains hung on the walls like forgotten promises of pain. Priya twisted in the ropes, the coarse fibers chafing her wrists, leaving red welts that throbbed with each movement. 'Please, sir, let me go,' she whimpered, her voice cracking as tears streamed down her cheeks. She yanked against his hold, her slim legs kicking futilely, but the bindings held her tight, forcing her to stumble forward. 'I don't want this. I'm not—I can't be your slave.' Her mind raced with panic, images of her family's tear-streaked faces flashing before her eyes, the auction block where she'd been stripped and prodded like meat. Abhiraj's grip tightened, his mid-thirties frame towering over her, muscles taut under his dark shirt. He spun her around, his eyes cold and unyielding, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched her struggle. 'Shut your mouth, you little bitch,' he snarled, his voice low and commanding, echoing off the stone walls. Before she could react, his hand swung through the air, connecting with her cheek in a sharp slap that snapped her head to the side. The sting burned across her face, her skin flushing red, and she tasted blood on her lip from the impact. Priya cried out, the sound a mix of pain and desperation, her body recoiling as she tried to pull away. The ropes dug deeper into her flesh, restricting her movements, making her feel every inch of her vulnerability. 'No! Please, don't hurt me,' she begged, her voice shaking as she looked up at him, her wide eyes pleading. She attempted to bolt, her feet scraping against the floor, but the bindings around her ankles tripped her, sending her crashing to her knees. The fall jarred her bones, her dress riding up to expose her thighs, and she felt the cool air on her skin, heightening her exposure. Abhiraj loomed over her, his presence overwhelming, his breath hot on her neck as he leaned down. 'You're mine now, slave,' he growled, his hand fisting in her hair, yanking her head back to force her to meet his gaze. 'And slaves follow rules. First, you obey every command without question. Second, you spread your legs when I say, let me fuck you however I want.' His words hung in the air, raw and unfiltered, making her stomach twist with fear. He traced a finger down her neck, over the curve of her collarbone, down to the swell of her breast, pressing hard enough to leave marks. 'Third, you take the pain I give, whether it's my cock pounding your tight little pussy or my hand whipping your ass until you scream.' Priya's breath came in short gasps, her body shaking uncontrollably as his threats sank in. She could feel the heat building between her legs despite her terror, a confusing mix of shame and unwanted arousal that made her cheeks burn. 'I-I'm a virgin,' she stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper, hoping it might sway him. 'Please, don't do this. I don't want to be used like that.' But deep down, she knew her words meant nothing; the ropes binding her wrists reminded her of her helplessness, the way they rubbed against her skin, heightening every sensation. He laughed, a cruel sound that echoed in the room, his hand sliding lower to grope her thigh, squeezing the soft flesh. 'We'll see about that, won't we? I don't trust a word from your lying mouth. Tomorrow, I'll have the doctor come—check that sweet virgin cunt of yours, probe your holes to make sure you're pure.' His fingers inched closer to her core, teasing the edge of her dress, making her squirm. 'If you are, I'll break you in myself, fuck you raw until you're begging for my cock. If not, I'll still fuck you, but first, I'll make you pay for deceiving me.' Priya trembled, the ropes cutting into her skin as she knelt there, exposed and at his mercy. Her mind swirled with dread, imagining the doctor's cold instruments invading her, the humiliation of being spread open for inspection. Abhiraj's threats lingered in the air, his dominance suffocating, and she felt a dark thrill mix with her fear, her body betraying her with a slick warmth between her thighs. She didn't know what was coming next, but the anticipation of his control left her breathless, bound and waiting for the inevitable.

The heavy door creaked open, and a tall, stern man in a white coat stepped into the dim room, his shoes echoing on the cold stone floor. The doctor, with his sharp eyes and gloved hands, carried a black bag that clinked with metal instruments. He barely glanced at Abhiraj before his gaze locked on Priya, still bound and kneeling on the floor, her body trembling from the earlier threats. 'Get on the examination table, now,' the doctor ordered, his voice flat and authoritative, pointing to a metal table in the corner, its surface chilled and unforgiving under the flickering candlelight. Priya's heart raced, her mind screaming in protest as she processed his words. She couldn't do this; the thought of lying there, exposed, made her stomach churn. Priya shook her head violently, her ropes pulling tight as she tried to scramble back. 'No, please, don't touch me,' she whimpered, her voice cracking with fear. Her slender legs kicked weakly against the floor, the bindings around her wrists and ankles restricting her movements, making her feel like a trapped animal. The doctor stepped closer, his gloved hands reaching for her thighs. 'Hold still, girl. This will be over quicker if you cooperate,' he said, his fingers prying at her knees, trying to force her legs apart. The fabric of her dress rode up, exposing her pale skin, and she felt the cool air against her most intimate parts. Priya resisted fiercely, her body twisting away, her muscles straining as she clamped her thighs together. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps. Inside, she screamed silently, her thoughts a whirlwind of terror—'This can't be happening, I have to fight, I have to get away.' Abhiraj moved swiftly, his face twisting into a scowl. 'You heard him, you worthless slut,' he growled, grabbing her ankles and yanking them apart with brutal force. Priya yelped as he secured ropes to the table's edges, tying her feet wide open, the coarse fibers digging into her skin and spreading her legs obscenely. The position left her pussy exposed, the cool air brushing against her untouched folds, making her shiver. Without warning, his hand swung down, slapping her across the face hard enough to snap her head to the side. The sting radiated through her cheek, her skin burning, and she tasted blood again, her cries muffled by the pain. 'Stay fucking still,' Abhiraj commanded, his voice low and menacing, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction at her helplessness. Priya's body ached from the slap, her mind reeling from the humiliation, but she couldn't stop trembling, her hips instinctively trying to close despite the ropes. The doctor nodded, unphased, and positioned himself between her legs. 'Let's see what we've got here,' he muttered, his gloved finger pressing against her tight entrance. Priya's eyes widened in horror as he pushed inside, forcing his digit into her virgin pussy with a rough thrust. The intrusion burned, stretching her delicate walls in a way she'd never felt, pain shooting through her core like fire. She screamed, a raw, guttural sound that echoed off the walls, her body arching against the restraints. 'It hurts! Stop, please, it hurts so much!' she wailed, tears flooding her vision, her inner thoughts a chaotic mess of agony and desperation—'Why is this happening? Make it stop, oh God, it burns.' Abhiraj's patience snapped at her cries. 'Shut your mouth, you noisy bitch,' he snarled, grabbing a leather gag from a nearby shelf and shoving it between her lips. He fastened it tightly, the buckle biting into her skin, muffling her screams to desperate, garbled whimpers. Her mouth stretched around the gag, saliva pooling as she tried to breathe through her nose, the device silencing her protests and heightening her vulnerability. With Priya gagged and immobilized, the doctor continued his examination, his finger probing deeper, twisting inside her to check for any signs of prior penetration. 'Tight as a drum,' he remarked clinically, withdrawing his finger only to introduce a second one, scissoring them to test her resistance. Priya's pussy clenched around him, the pain intensifying as he stretched her further, her muffled groans filling the room. He then reached for his bag, pulling out a cold metal speculum that gleamed in the low light. 'Hold her steady,' he instructed Abhiraj, who pinned her hips down. The doctor inserted the speculum into her entrance, cranking it open to expose her inner walls, the metal cold and unyielding against her sensitive flesh. Priya's eyes bulged, the gag vibrating with her silent screams as the device widened her, the pressure bordering on excruciating. He shone a light inside, inspecting her hymen closely, then prodded it with a thin probe, the sharp tip scraping against the thin membrane. The sensation was like a knife's edge, making her body jerk involuntarily, waves of pain radiating from her core. Finally, he withdrew the tools, wiping his hands. 'She's intact. Virgin, no doubt about it,' he confirmed, his tone matter-of-fact. Priya lay there, panting through the gag, her body slick with sweat and her pussy throbbing from the ordeal. The ropes held her in place, her legs still spread wide, leaving her exposed and raw. Abhiraj's eyes darkened with anticipation, a smirk crossing his lips as he looked down at her, but the full extent of what came next lingered in the air, unspoken and inevitable.