Chapter 3

Priya’s mornings began with the familiar weight of Raj’s body shifting beside her, his hand roughly grabbing her hair to guide her luscious red lips toward his morning erection. As soon as his eyes fluttered open, he’d shove his thick cock past her teeth, thrusting deep into her throat without a word. She’d gag around the girth, deer eyes watering as he face-fucked her awake, hips bucking until he groaned and flooded her mouth with hot spurts of cum. ‘Swallow it all, you greedy slut,’ he’d mutter, holding her head down until she did, the sticky warmth sliding down her throat to start her day.

After that, the real torment kicked in. Raj would drag her to the center of the bedroom, wrists bound tight to an overhead hook embedded in the ceiling, leaving her 5’7” frame stretched tall on tiptoes. Her 38DD breasts thrust forward, heavy and vulnerable, thunder thighs quivering under the strain. He’d select the cane—a long, slender rod that whistled through the air—and start on her big jugs, cracking it down across the soft flesh. Welts rose instantly, red lines blooming over her long big nipples, making the globes jiggle and burn. Priya screamed, begging through sobs, but he ignored her, lashing her fat ass next—each strike sending ripples through the thick cheeks, skin splitting into raised stripes that throbbed for days. Thighs followed, the cane biting into the sensitive inner flesh, then her stomach, leaving her midriff marked and bruised. By the end, she’d hang limp, body a canvas of pain, tears streaming from her pretty deer eyes as he untied her, smirking at the damage.

When Raj landed the job in Saudi Arabia, he packed up and left Priya behind for months, entrusting her to his mother’s merciless care. The older woman picked up right where he left off, her assaults a daily ritual of cruelty. Mornings meant the cane again, whipping Priya’s breasts until the 38DD mounds swelled purple, ass cheeks striped raw, thunder thighs marked from knee to hip. Afternoons brought forced worship: her mother-in-law spreading her legs on the bed, yanking Priya’s septum ring to pull her face into the hairy folds. ‘Suck my clit, you worthless bitch,’ she’d command, grinding against Priya’s tongue as it lapped and swirled the swollen nub. Priya’s mouth worked frantically, lips sucking the juices, until the woman shuddered and squirted into her face, forcing her to lick every drop clean.