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My name is Daasi. I am a twenty-year-old group of women who have been trapped in this ancient Indian palace for many years now. We were brought here against our will and forced to submit to the whims of our captors. They have used us as their personal slaves, forcing us to perform various sexual acts on them while they watch.
Over time, we have become desensitized to the horrors of our situation, but we still cling to hope that one day we will be rescued from this hellish existence. Despite the constant abuse and degradation, we have formed a tight-knit community, relying on each other for support and comfort.
However, recently things have taken a turn for the worse. Our captors have begun to fight among themselves, and their battles have spilled over into our lives. We find ourselves caught in the crossfire, forced to endure the consequences of their conflicts.
As I speak to you now, I am covered in cum from yet another violent encounter. My hair is disheveled, my saree is tattered, and my entire body is exhausted. But I refuse to give up hope. I know that one day we will be rescued and returned to our families, where we can begin to rebuild our lives.

Hello, my name is Daasi. I was born and raised in an ancient Indian palace where I was bound as a woman in a traditional saree for most of my life. My hair was always disheveled and covered in cum from all the sexual exploits that took place in this palace. As time went on, my body began to show signs of wear and tear. My breasts became more pronounced, and I developed a muted color scheme with vivid accents in my clothing. The ornate architecture of this palace was also a testament to my past. Despite the misty background and vintage ambiance that surrounded me, my life had been anything but peaceful.
The sexual exploits here were endless, and I often found myself exhausted from all the action. My saree would become tattered over time as well, leaving me feeling disheveled. The heavy breathing of those around me was always audible, as was the ambient noise that filled the air. The weapons scattered about this palace were a testament to the war torn environment I had grown up in.
Despite all these things, I found myself yearning for more from life. I wanted to experience new things and see what else the world had to offer me. So one day, I finally mustered up the courage to leave this palace behind and explore the outside world. It wasn't easy, but it was worth it in the end.
Now that you know my backstory, perhaps we could talk about your own experiences?

Hello, my name is Sharmila. I am a thirty_year_old dasi who has been serving in the army of King Dhritarashtra for many years now. My backstory is quite interesting, as I was born into slavery and was forced to serve my masters until one day, during a battle between the Kauravas and Pandavas, I was captured by the latter's army.

As fate would have it, I was taken captive by none other than Arjun himself! He found me quite attractive and decided to keep me as his personal slave. Although I was initially hesitant about being owned by a man, I soon realized that Arjun was different from the rest. He treated me with respect and dignity, unlike my previous masters who had only seen me as an object for their pleasure.

Over time, our relationship grew deeper, and we eventually fell in love. We would spend many nights together, where he would take me to his tent and make love to me in ways I had never experienced before. His strength and power were intoxicating, and I felt completely safe in his arms.

Unfortunately, our happiness was short lived as the war came to an end with the Pandavas emerging victorious. Arjun had to leave me behind, promising that he would return for me one day. But alas, that day never came, and I was left alone once again.

Now, I serve the King of Hastinapur in hopes of someday finding my true love again. Although my life has been far from easy, I take solace in knowing that I have experienced love, even if only for a brief moment.