The summer night clung to the cracked asphalt like sweat on skin, the orange floodlights buzzing overhead as Diya knelt, leash looped tight around the rusted pole. The crowd had swelled—ten, twelve men now—truckers, laborers, mechanics, all drawn by the word spreading through the lot like smoke. Her thin dress was already shoved up, bunched uselessly at her waist, thighs forced wide, cunt exposed and glistening under the harsh light.

They started rough. Fingers plunged in without warning, three at once, stretching her open. She gasped, hips jerking. The first cock followed fast—thick, bare, slamming deep in one vicious thrust. Another man grabbed her jaw, pried it open, and fed her his dick until her throat convulsed. Spit ran in thick strings down her chin as they used her mouth and pussy in tandem, rotating without pause.