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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.