The Indian village wife, looking nervous and unsure, was led into a small, bare room by the burly village chief. As the door shut behind her, she heard the lock click into place. She knew why she was there - her husband's gambling debts had caught up with them, and the only way to pay them off was for her to submit to the lewd demands of the village chief.
He approached her slowly, his eyes fixed on her trembling body. Without saying a word, he roughly pulled her sari up over her head, revealing her soft, pale body underneath. The wife shivered as he grasped her breasts and roughly squeezed them before pulling down her cotton panties.
"Please, I have a family," she whispered, tears streaming down her face. It was no use; the chief didn't care about her pleas or her emot ons. He pointed his spear at her and ordered his warriors to take her away to be sacrificed to their gods.
