Chapter 7

(BIT OF VANILLA SEX )

The next morning, Kishore arrived early at the villa, his cock already twitching at the thought of Priya. He’d jerked off twice last night replaying the sight of her naked, hooked nose and bleeding ass, but now it was time to act. Ahmed and Layla were out for a business meeting, leaving the staff to handle chores. Priya, still sore from the previous day’s torment, had been sent to the garage to fetch some supplies—her body hidden under a loose abaya, face veiled as always, the butt plug and Benwa balls removed for the moment but her piercings and chains still in place beneath the fabric.

Kishore spotted her bending over a shelf, her fat ass pushing out, and he locked the garage door behind him with a soft click. Priya straightened up, turning her veiled head, her deer eyes widening through the slit as she recognized him. ‘K-Kishore? What are you—’

He stepped close, grabbing her arm and yanking the veil off her face. Her long nose, pierced with those heavy rings, came into view, septum still clipped but no leash now. Tears welled up immediately. ‘Please, don’t say anything. I ... I’m just here to—’

‘Shut your whore mouth, Priya,’ Kishore growled, his voice low and rough. He shoved her against the workbench, his hand clamping over her mouth. ‘I saw you last night. Naked, ass whipped raw, nose hooked like a pig. Raj sold you out, huh? Turned his pretty wife into a snorting slave. And you thought I didn’t know? I’ve wanted to fuck you for years, staring at those big tits and that juicy ass every time I drove you around.’

Priya whimpered, shaking her head, but he pressed harder, his other hand ripping open her abaya. Her 38DD breasts spilled out, dark nipples clamped with the chains that tugged her septum slightly with every breath. ‘No ... please, Kishore, I’ll do anything, just don’t tell them. Raj ... he needs the money, and Ahmed will kill me if—’

He laughed, unzipping his pants and pulling out his thick cock, already hard and veined. ‘Oh, you’ll do anything, alright. Starting now. Get on your knees and suck my cock, or I tell Layla everything. I’ll say you begged me for it, make sure they chain that big nose even tighter.’

Tears streamed down her face as she sank to her knees on the cold garage floor, her big thighs spreading. Her pierced lips parted, and she leaned forward, taking his cock into her mouth. Kishore groaned, grabbing her hair and thrusting deep, making her gag as the head hit her throat. ‘That’s it, you cheating slut. Suck it like the whore Raj pimped you as. Deeper—use that pierced tongue.’