Sex Slave of My Husband
Copyright© 2026 by MASTERRAJJ
Chapter 6
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 6 - Story of a wife become a Sex slave of her husband and others
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Blackmail Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Slavery Lesbian BiSexual Fiction High Fantasy Sharing InLaws BDSM DomSub Humiliation Rough Sadistic Spanking Torture PonyGirl Gang Bang Group Sex Harem Oriental Male Indian Male Indian Female White Couple Anal Sex Exhibitionism Oral Sex Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Body Modification Needles Public Sex Indian Erotica
Back at the villa, the sun dipped low, casting long shadows over the sprawling estate. Kishore pulled the SUV into the driveway, his mind still replaying the veiled woman’s subtle squirms in the rear seat. He’d caught glimpses—her massive tits straining the burkha, the way her fat ass shifted with each bump. A hot piece, whoever she was. He killed the engine and stepped out, intending to head to the staff quarters for a smoke, but curiosity drew him toward the main entrance. From afar, through the ornate gates and across the manicured lawn, he spotted movement near the villa’s side path—a private walkway lined with palms.
Layla strode ahead, her 55-year-old frame clad in a flowing silk robe that did little to hide her commanding presence. Trailing behind her, leashed like an animal, was the woman from the car. But now, the burkha was gone. She’d been stripped nude, her 5-foot-7 body on full display under the fading light. Kishore’s eyes widened as he ducked behind a hedge for a better look, heart pounding. Her thunder thighs rubbed together with each forced step, her 38DD breasts bounced heavily, and that big, fat ass jiggled obscenely. But it was the details that hit him like a truck: the cruel nipple chains clamped tight on her swollen buds, connected at the ends to a massive 2kg weight dangling between her legs. Every movement yanked the links, stretching her dark nipples to their limit and tugging her pierced septum downward, distorting her long, sexy nose.
A thick leather belt—Kishore recognized it as one Raj had favored back in the day—dangled from Layla’s hand. The nose hook was brutal: two metal prongs jammed into Priya’s piggy nostrils, connected by a chain that pulled her snout upward, forcing her head back and making her flared holes gape wide. The septum leash, a heavy chain clipped to her 11mm gold ring, jerked in Layla’s grip, controlling her like a bitch in heat. And there, shoved deep in her anus, the ridged butt plug base peeked out from between her reddened cheeks, still causing her to wince with every step.
‘Walk faster, you worthless sold cunt!’ Layla snarled, her voice carrying on the breeze. She cracked the belt across Priya’s fat ass, the leather biting into flesh with a sharp thwack. Priya cried out, her pretty deer eyes—framed by pierced eyebrows—filling with fresh tears that streamed down her face. The strike left a thick red welt, already blooming into a cut that oozed a thin line of blood. ‘Remember, Raj pimped you out for pocket change back then, but now? He sold your fat ass to us for real money. You’re no mother anymore—just a snorting sex slave whore, born to take cock and pain.’
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