Chapter 13

Ahmed’s eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction as he held the massive quarter-inch gold septum ring between his thick fingers. The metal caught the light in the opulent villa’s master bedroom, its weight evident even before he approached Divya. She knelt obediently on the plush carpet, her tall frame—5’ft 7” of curvaceous submission—trembling with anticipation. Her 38DD breasts heaved under the thin silk blouse she’d been allowed to wear, nipples already hard and pierced, straining against the fabric. The big ass that had once commanded courtrooms now rested on her heels, nose pierced on both sides with bigheavy nose rings only at home & during sessions, that glinted like forbidden stars. Her tongue piercing clicked against her teeth as she licked her beautiful lips, eyes downcast but pussy already slick with need.

The stretching had healed perfectly, the 13mm grommet creating a gaping hole in her septum that no retainer could conceal anymore. At work, colleagues would notice the unnatural void in her long, prominent nose—much like Sarah Atwood’s, wide nostrils flaring invitingly. Divya’s mind raced with the humiliation of it: whispers in the Supreme Court halls, stares during arguments. But that thought only made her wetter, her clit ring throbbing under her skirt.

‘Open wide, whore,’ Ahmed growled, his ugly face twisted in lust. Late thirties, dark-skinned, and far from the polished men she once dated, he was her master now—thanks to Aliyah’s jealous whispers about Divya’s refusal to convert, turning envy into this exquisite torment. He gripped her chin roughly, tilting her head back. The grommet stretched her septum taut, the edges pink and healed but forever altered.

Divya parted her lips, breath hitching as he pressed the thick gold ring against the hole. It was heavy, unyielding—quarter-inch diameter, solid and expensive, a fitting adornment for his cash cow slave. He pushed it through slowly, the metal scraping against the sensitive flesh inside the grommet. She whimpered, the pull sending jolts of pain straight to her core. Inch by inch, it threaded through, the weight dragging immediately. Once locked with a satisfying click, the ring hung low, brushing her upper lip, its heft yanking her head forward. Her neck strained, chin dipping toward her chest, the gold circle swaying like a pendulum of degradation.