Mishti stumbled back into the house, her legs barely supporting her. In a daze, she made her way to her room, her mind racing with the reality of what was happening. She found the tiny skirt and string bikini laid out on her bed, and she knew that Ravi had picked them out just to add to her humiliation.

Slipping them on, she felt a strange mix of revulsion and arousal. The fabric was so thin, it was practically see-through, and the bikini top barely contained her generous breasts. She looked in the mirror and didn't recognize the woman staring back at her. She was a shell of who she had been just moments ago.