Chapter 3

Rajesh woke Fatima before dawn. He dragged her from Khalid’s bed by the septum ring, the thick gold hoop now stretched with a heavier chain that reached her collarbone. The leather harness stayed locked on her body—straps framing her bare tits and cunt, D-rings glinting, the rear strap splitting her ass cheeks wide. He added fresh clover clamps to her nipples, then hung small lead weights from the chains so every step made them swing and bite.

He marched her to the hidden suite behind the master bedroom. The room had no windows, only steel rings bolted into marble walls and floor. Rajesh cuffed her wrists overhead to a ceiling ring, then spread her ankles wide and chained them to floor anchors. A thick posture collar forced her chin up; a short chain from the collar ring to another ceiling hook kept her head tilted back so she couldn’t look down at her own body.

He started with the single-tail whip. Twenty lashes across her tits, the leather cracking against the soft undersides until the skin split in thin red lines. He moved lower, delivering thirty strokes across her exposed pussy, each one landing wetly on already swollen lips. Fatima’s thighs shook; clear fluid dripped down her inner legs.

Rajesh switched to the rattan cane. He laid ten hard stripes across each breast, then five more directly across her clamped nipples. The weights swung violently with every impact. He caned her ass next—twenty strokes per cheek—until the flesh was cross-hatched with raised purple welts. Finally he delivered fifteen vicious cuts straight across her cunt, the cane biting deep into the puffy lips. Fatima screamed until her voice cracked.