Chapter 4

Rahul waited until Prem’s car disappeared down the street. He already had a duplicate key. Two full days alone with Manju. He slipped inside the apartment and waited for Manju to return from shopping, arms full of groceries. The moment she stepped into the bedroom he cut the blouse and bra away with scissors and tied her hands with zip ties, exposing her heavy 38DD breasts. From his bag he produced a packet of sterile needles. He pinched the soft flesh of her left breast, slid the first needle straight through the base, then another above it, then another, forming a neat row. He repeated the pattern on the right breast, pushing each needle slowly so she felt every layer of tissue give way. When both breasts were bristling with steel, he moved lower. He spread her pussy lips with two fingers and drove a thin needle horizontally through each outer lip, then vertically through the hood of her clit. He finished by pushing two thicker needles through the outer cheeks of her ass, one on each side, leaving the sharp points jutting out.

Manju’s muffled cries only made him harder. He lit a thick red candle and let the first drops of wax fall onto her left nipple. The hot wax coated the metal needles and the swollen flesh around them. He worked methodically—breasts, areolas, nipples, then down the center of her torso. When the wax cooled he peeled it off, only to pour fresh wax over the same spots. He repeated the process on her spread pussy, letting wax drip directly onto the pierced lips and clit until everything glistened red and sticky.