Chapter 12

The long flight back from saudi to India dragged on, the hum of the engines a constant drone in Priya’s ears. At 42, the 5-foot-7-inch fair-skinned beauty with her voluptuous 38DD breasts and wide, jiggling ass felt every bit the humiliated cow and pig Raj had trained her to be. Her big, long sexy nose, pierced through with thick, heavy gold rings on each nostril and a massive grommet septum ring that weighed down her face like a badge of shame, glinted under the cabin lights. Raj had insisted she wear all three piercings heavier than usual—heavier rings, thicker chains linking them subtly under her dupatta—for the journey, a constant reminder of her submission.

Raj, her dominant husband, sat beside her in economy class, his hand casually slipping into her low-cut blouse to expose more of her deep cleavage to the elderly man across the aisle. The old guy’s eyes widened, staring at Priya’s pale, heaving tits straining against the fabric. ‘Look at my slut wife,’ Raj whispered loudly enough for the man to hear, yanking Priya’s head back by her long black hair. Then, with a cruel grin, he hooked his thumb into her septum ring, pulling her nose upward like a snorting pig. Priya’s face distorted, her big nose holes flaring wide, tears welling in her eyes as she whimpered. ‘Oink for the nice uncle, pig,’ Raj commanded. She let out a choked sob, mimicking the sound through gritted teeth, her cheeks burning with shame as the elder man chuckled and adjusted his pants. The pull on her nose made her sit ramrod straight, ass cheeks clenching on the seat, pussy dripping from the degradation. By the time they landed, Priya’s makeup was streaked with tears, her nose sore and red.

Back at their spacious home, life resumed its twisted rhythm. A few days later, the doorbell rang, and Priya, dressed in a modest salwar kameez, opened it to find Shehnaz, her childhood best friend. Shehnaz, a modern Muslim woman with sharp features, henna-tattooed hands, and a hijab loosely draped over designer jeans, hugged Priya tightly. But her eyes lingered on Raj, who lounged on the couch, his muscular frame exuding authority. Shehnaz had always harbored a secret crush on him, and today, that fire burned hotter.

Raj wasted no time. ‘Priya, strip down to your slut uniform,’ he barked. Trembling, Priya obeyed, peeling off her clothes to reveal the tiny micro-mini skirt that barely covered her big ass and a sheer crop top that left her 38DD breasts spilling out, nipples hard and visible. Raj grabbed the heavy chain leash attached to her septum ring, yanking it hard enough to make her nose stretch upward. ‘On all fours, cow.’ Priya dropped, her knees hitting the marble floor, ass high as the leash pulled her face into a porcine grimace.