Chapter 14

That evening, after the female friends had left Shehnaz’s apartment with smirks and whispered promises of secrecy—or more visits—Priya lay curled in a corner, her body a wreck of fresh welts and stretched flesh. The heart-shaped cane marks on her 38DD breasts pulsed with every heartbeat, purple bruises forming jagged patterns across the pale skin. Her big nose, still raw from the hooks, throbbed as the septum ring caught on her lip when she whimpered. Shehnaz lounged on the couch, scrolling through her phone, replaying the videos of Priya’s forced orgasm, the squirt pooling under her hogtied form while her nostrils gaped like ruined slits.

Her phone buzzed with a call from Raj. Shehnaz answered, voice husky with satisfaction. ‘Boss, the training went perfectly. Your pig came hard from the hooks alone—nose play just like you wanted. The women loved the show; they’ll spread the word.’ Raj’s laugh rumbled through the speaker. ‘Good work. I’ve got news. Shared everything with my Arab boss, Ahmed, and his wife, the mistress Layla. The pics and vids of Priya’s sessions—nose hooks, whipping, the whole degradation fest. Fatima got so wet watching, she’s demanding a piece. Khalid’s intrigued by you too, Shehnaz. Thinks a modern slut like you could join their games.’

Shehnaz’s pulse quickened, heat flushing her cheeks at the thought of the powerful couple. Khalid, the stern oil executive with a salt-and-pepper beard and commanding presence; Fatima, his voluptuous wife in her 50s, draped in silk abayas that hid curves honed by luxury spas, her dark eyes sharp with sadistic curiosity. Raj had already primed them weeks ago with initial leaks of Priya’s humiliations—the flight exposures, the home punishments—but this batch, featuring Shehnaz’s cruel innovations, hit different. Layla text to Raj had been explicit: ‘Your wife’s snout is divine. Hooked and whipped like that? I soaked my thobe watching her squirt. Bring the pig to us. And that friend—Shehnaz—she looks eager to serve.’