Sex slave of my husband Part 2

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Priya stood at 5 feet 7 inches, her pretty deer eyes wide with a mix of fear and lingering arousal as she followed her mother-in-law down the mall stairs. Those luscious red lips parted slightly, still tasting the faint saltiness from licking her mother-in-law's toes in the car just moments ago. Her big, long nose dominated her face, the nostrils flaring like piggy holes—stretched even wider post-baby and from constant nose hook sessions that Raj loved forcing on her. Three massive rings pierced through her septum and nostrils, glinting under the fluorescent lights, drawing stares from every passerby. Her 38DD breasts heaved braless beneath the thin saree blouse, jiggling with each hurried step, nipples hard against the fabric from the cool air and the humiliation buzzing in her veins. Thunder thighs rubbed together under the saree, thick and powerful, leading down to her big, sexy fat ass that swayed like a heavy pendulum, marking her as the voluptuous wife turned slave.

Raj's mother gripped Priya's arm tightly, her face twisted in fury from catching her daughter-in-law chatting with that ex-boyfriend. The man had ogled Priya's massive jugs, the same ones he'd squeezed and sucked for hours back when she was his eager cocksucker. Now, those tits belonged to Raj—and by extension, to his domineering mother. 'You slut, ' she hissed, yanking Priya's septum ring hard enough to make her yelp, tears springing to those deer eyes. The pain shot through her nose, fresh from the piercings, but Priya didn't resist. She couldn't. Not after begging not to tell Raj, promising anything.

In the car, the slaps had come fast—five stinging blows to each cheek, leaving Priya's face burning as she sobbed. Then the demand: lick her feet. Priya had dropped to her knees on the passenger floor, tongue lapping at the older woman's sandals, sucking each toe clean while her mother-in-law watched with a wicked smile. 'Good girl. Now drive home and face what's coming.'

Priya's body trembled as the car pulled into the driveway, her luscious red lips still tingling from the salty taste of her mother-in-law's feet. Those big piggy nostrils flared wide under the strain of her nose hooks, the septum ring heavy and raw from the earlier yanks. She wiped her deer eyes, tears drying on her cheeks, but the humiliation burned deep—licking toes like a desperate pet just to keep her secret from Raj. Her 38DD breasts pressed against the saree, nipples aching from the cool car air, while her thunder thighs clenched together, fat ass shifting uncomfortably on the seat.

Her mother-in-law wasted no time. As soon as the engine cut off, she snatched the leash from her purse—a thick leather cord with a sturdy clip—and hooked it directly onto Priya's massive septum ring. The metal tugged sharply, sending a jolt through her big nose. 'On all fours, you filthy bitch, ' she snarled, her voice dripping with authority. Priya dropped instantly, knees hitting the garage floor, her saree hiking up to expose the undersides of her thunder thighs and the curve of her fat ass. The leash pulled taut as her mother-in-law led her through the side door, straight to the master bedroom, Priya crawling obediently, her heavy breasts swaying and slapping against each other with every movement.

In the bedroom, the older woman tied the leash to the sturdy leg of the cot, yanking Priya's head down so her face pressed against the mattress, ass high in the air. 'You've been a bad girl, talking to that ex like a whore in heat.' She rummaged in the drawer and pulled out a thin bamboo cane, flexible and vicious. The first strike landed across Priya's fat ass cheeks with a sharp crack, the saree fabric doing little to soften the bite. Priya screamed, her voice muffled into the bed, tears flooding her deer eyes as pain exploded across her skin. 'Count them, slut! And beg properly.'

‘One... please, stop! I'm sorry!' Priya sobbed, but the cane whistled down again, striping her ass red. Two, three—each hit harder, the welts rising fast on her thick flesh. By the tenth, her fat ass jiggled with every impact, the skin hot and swollen. She cried her heart out, begging between counts, but her mother-in-law only laughed, delivering all twenty-five lashes. Priya's ass burned like fire, red welts crisscrossing the cheeks, her thunder thighs quivering from the strain of holding position.

Finally, the leash unclipped from the cot. Her mother-in-law stripped off her saree in one swift motion, revealing her sagging but demanding body—hairy pussy already glistening with arousal. She spread her legs wide on the bed, pointing to her crotch. 'Suck my old pussy, you worthless slave. Make me cum like the dog you are.' Priya froze, shocked, her pretty deer eyes widening in horror. The demand was too much, too degrading. But before she could protest, fingers hooked into her septum ring, yanking cruelly. Pain ripped through her nose, and a hard slap cracked across her face, snapping her head to the side. 'Do it, or I'll make Raj whip you until you bleed.'

Tears streaming, Priya was shoved onto her back. Her mother-in-law worked fast, tying her wrists to opposite bedposts with rough scarves, then spreading her ankles wide and securing them too—Priya splayed spread-eagle, saree torn open to expose her naked curves. Her 38DD breasts heaved, nipples pierced and erect from fear; her thunder thighs strained against the bonds, fat ass pinned to the mattress, pussy vulnerable and exposed. The cane returned, cracking down on her big breasts first—welts blooming across the soft globes, making them bounce and redden. Priya begged, 'Please, no more! I'll do it, I swear!' But the strikes continued: lashes on her inner thighs, stinging her sensitive skin, then direct hits on her pussy lips, each one drawing a guttural scream as her clit throbbed in agony.

Satisfied with the marks, her mother-in-law straddled Priya's face, lowering her wet, juicy pussy onto those luscious red lips. 'Lick, bitch. Suck every drop.' She grabbed the septum ring again, pulling it upward and tighter, forcing Priya's big nose to stretch obscenely toward the dripping folds. Priya's tongue darted out, lapping at the salty wetness, sucking on the swollen labia as ordered. Her mouth filled with the musky taste, tongue plunging inside while her deer eyes watered from the strain. The yanking grew harder, the ring tugging her face deeper into the pussy, smothering her. Priya licked frantically, sucking the clit, her own body writhing against the ties as humiliation washed over her.

After what felt like an eternity, her mother-in-law arched with a piercing scream, grinding down as she came—hot juices flooding Priya's mouth, squirting over her red lips and into her piggy nostrils. 'Drink it all, you degraded whore!' Slaps rained down on Priya's cheeks, forcing her to swallow every bit, the liquid burning her throat. She lay there panting, tied and broken, cum smeared across her face, welts throbbing on her breasts, thighs, pussy, and ass. The degradation sank deep, leaving her feeling utterly owned.

Back at the house, Raj waited, his muscular frame tense as his mother recounted the mall fiasco in vivid detail—how the ex had stared at Priya's exposed belly button, the way her saree clung to her thunder thighs and fat ass. Raj's eyes darkened with rage. 'You let him eye-fuck my property?' He grabbed Priya by her long hair, dragging her to the bathroom. The shower roared to life, steam filling the air as he stripped her saree away, exposing her naked body: those 38DD breasts bruised from past whippings; her big nose hooks already in place from habit, stretching her piggy nostrils obscenely; her thunder thighs quivering as he shoved her under the spray.

Water cascaded over her curves, soaking her hair and dripping from her luscious lips. Raj snatched the whip from the cabinet—a thick leather strap that had marked her skin before. He yanked her head back by the hair, her deer eyes pleading, but he brought the whip down on her wet breasts first. Crack! The leather bit into the soft flesh, leaving red welts across her 38DD tits. She cried out, body arching, but he didn't stop—lash after lash on her stomach, her thunder thighs, her fat ass cheeks. Each strike made her jiggle, water flying off her curves as pain bloomed hot and sharp.

Not satisfied, Raj hauled her dripping to the bedroom, throwing her face-down on the bed. Her wet body soaked the sheets, hair plastered to her back. He climbed behind her, forcing her onto all fours. His cock was rock-hard, thick and veined, slapping against her fat ass as he positioned himself. 'You're mine to punish, ' he growled, then thrust into her pussy hard, burying deep in one brutal stroke. Priya gasped, her walls clenching around him, the mix of shower water and her own slickness easing the way.

He fucked her relentlessly, hips slamming into her thunder thighs, his bare hands coming down on her ass cheeks with sharp smacks—red handprints overlapping the whip marks. Each spank made her fat ass ripple, her big nose hooks tugging as she tossed her head, moaning through the pain. 'Take it, you whore, ' Raj grunted, pounding deeper, his balls slapping her clit. Priya's deer eyes rolled back, luscious lips parting in cries of submission as he whipped her ass harder, the stings pushing her toward the edge.

His mother watched from the doorway, a satisfied smirk on her face. 'Make her pay for flirting.' Raj obliged, pulling out only to flip Priya over, shoving his cock between her 38DD breasts. He squeezed them around his shaft, thrusting through the valley of flesh, the piercings scraping his skin. Water still dripped from her piggy nostrils, her nose hooks glinting as she looked up at him, begging with her eyes. He came with a roar, hot cum splattering her red lips, her deer eyes, even hooking into her stretched nose holes.

Panting, Raj stepped back. 'From now on, you're topless at all times. Even with your father-in-law here. Let him see what a slutty wife I married.' Priya nodded weakly, cum dripping down her chin onto her bruised tits, her body aching but alive with the twisted thrill of ownership. His mother approached, hooking a finger through Priya's septum ring. 'And you'll serve me too. Starting now—clean my son's cock with that mouth.'

Priya crawled forward on her thunder thighs, her fat ass high, and wrapped her luscious lips around Raj's softening cock, sucking eagerly. The taste of his cum and her own juices filled her mouth as she bobbed, nose hooks bobbing with her. This was her life now—humiliated, exposed, fucked, and utterly theirs.

Priya's body trembled as the car pulled into the driveway, her luscious red lips still tingling from the salty taste of her mother-in-law's feet. Those big piggy nostrils flared wide under the strain of her nose hooks, the septum ring heavy and raw from the earlier yanks. She wiped her deer eyes, tears drying on her cheeks, but the humiliation burned deep—licking toes like a desperate pet just to keep her secret from Raj. Her 38DD breasts pressed against the saree, nipples aching from the cool car air, while her thunder thighs clenched together, fat ass shifting uncomfortably on the seat.

Her mother-in-law wasted no time. As soon as the engine cut off, she snatched the leash from her purse—a thick leather cord with a sturdy clip—and hooked it directly onto Priya's massive septum ring. The metal tugged sharply, sending a jolt through her big nose. 'On all fours, you filthy bitch, ' she snarled, her voice dripping with authority. Priya dropped instantly, knees hitting the garage floor, her saree hiking up to expose the undersides of her thunder thighs and the curve of her fat ass. The leash pulled taut as her mother-in-law led her through the side door, straight to the master bedroom, Priya crawling obediently, her heavy breasts swaying and slapping against each other with every movement.

In the bedroom, the older woman tied the leash to the sturdy leg of the cot, yanking Priya's head down so her face pressed against the mattress, ass high in the air. 'You've been a bad girl, talking to that ex like a whore in heat.' She rummaged in the drawer and pulled out a thin bamboo cane, flexible and vicious. The first strike landed across Priya's fat ass cheeks with a sharp crack, the saree fabric doing little to soften the bite. Priya screamed, her voice muffled into the bed, tears flooding her deer eyes as pain exploded across her skin. 'Count them, slut! And beg properly.'

'One... please, stop! I'm sorry!' Priya sobbed, but the cane whistled down again, striping her ass red. Two, three—each hit harder, the welts rising fast on her thick flesh. By the tenth, her fat ass jiggled with every impact, the skin hot and swollen. She cried her heart out, begging between counts, but her mother-in-law only laughed, delivering all twenty-five lashes. Priya's ass burned like fire, red welts crisscrossing the cheeks, her thunder thighs quivering from the strain of holding position.

Finally, the leash unclipped from the cot. Her mother-in-law stripped off her saree in one swift motion, revealing her sagging but demanding body—hairy pussy already glistening with arousal. She spread her legs wide on the bed, pointing to her crotch. 'Suck my old pussy, you worthless slave. Make me cum like the dog you are.' Priya froze, shocked, her pretty deer eyes widening in horror. The demand was too much, too degrading. But before she could protest, fingers hooked into her septum ring, yanking cruelly. Pain ripped through her nose, and a hard slap cracked across her face, snapping her head to the side. 'Do it, or I'll make Raj whip you until you bleed.'

Tears streaming, Priya was shoved onto her back. Her mother-in-law worked fast, tying her wrists to opposite bedposts with rough scarves, then spreading her ankles wide and securing them too—Priya splayed spread-eagle, saree torn open to expose her naked curves. Her 38DD breasts heaved, nipples pierced and erect from fear; her thunder thighs strained against the bonds, fat ass pinned to the mattress, pussy vulnerable and exposed. The cane returned, cracking down on her big breasts first—welts blooming across the soft globes, making them bounce and redden. Priya begged, 'Please, no more! I'll do it, I swear!' But the strikes continued: lashes on her inner thighs, stinging her sensitive skin, then direct hits on her pussy lips, each one drawing a guttural scream as her clit throbbed in agony.

Satisfied with the marks, her mother-in-law straddled Priya's face, lowering her wet, juicy pussy onto those luscious red lips. 'Lick, bitch. Suck every drop.' She grabbed the septum ring again, pulling it upward and tighter, forcing Priya's big nose to stretch obscenely toward the dripping folds. Priya's tongue darted out, lapping at the salty wetness, sucking on the swollen labia as ordered. Her mouth filled with the musky taste, tongue plunging inside while her deer eyes watered from the strain. The yanking grew harder, the ring tugging her face deeper into the pussy, smothering her. Priya licked frantically, sucking the clit, her own body writhing against the ties as humiliation washed over her.

After what felt like an eternity, her mother-in-law arched with a piercing scream, grinding down as she came—hot juices flooding Priya's mouth, squirting over her red lips and into her piggy nostrils. 'Drink it all, you degraded whore!' Slaps rained down on Priya's cheeks, forcing her to swallow every bit, the liquid burning her throat. She lay there panting, tied and broken, cum smeared across her face, welts throbbing on her breasts, thighs, pussy, and ass. The degradation sank deep, leaving her feeling utterly owned.

Back at the house, Raj waited, his muscular frame tense as his mother recounted the mall fiasco in vivid detail—how the ex had stared at Priya's exposed belly button, the way her saree clung to her thunder thighs and fat ass. Raj's eyes darkened with rage. 'You let him eye-fuck my property?' He grabbed Priya by her long hair, dragging her to the bathroom. The shower roared to life, steam filling the air as he stripped her saree away, exposing her naked body: those 38DD breasts bruised from past whippings, nipples pierced with heavy rings; her big nose hooks already in place from habit, stretching her piggy nostrils obscenely; her thunder thighs quivering as he shoved her under the spray.

Water cascaded over her curves, soaking her hair and dripping from her luscious lips. Raj snatched the whip from the cabinet—a thick leather strap that had marked her skin before. He yanked her head back by the hair, her deer eyes pleading, but he brought the whip down on her wet breasts first. Crack! The leather bit into the soft flesh, leaving red welts across her 38DD tits. She cried out, body arching, but he didn't stop—lash after lash on her stomach, her thunder thighs, her fat ass cheeks. Each strike made her jiggle, water flying off her curves as pain bloomed hot and sharp.

Not satisfied, Raj hauled her dripping to the bedroom, throwing her face-down on the bed. Her wet body soaked the sheets, hair plastered to her back. He climbed behind her, forcing her onto all fours. His cock was rock-hard, thick and veined, slapping against her fat ass as he positioned himself. 'You're mine to punish, ' he growled, then thrust into her pussy hard, burying deep in one brutal stroke. Priya gasped, her walls clenching around him, the mix of shower water and her own slickness easing the way.

He fucked her relentlessly, hips slamming into her thunder thighs, his bare hands coming down on her ass cheeks with sharp smacks—red handprints overlapping the whip marks. Each spank made her fat ass ripple, her big nose hooks tugging as she tossed her head, moaning through the pain. 'Take it, you whore, ' Raj grunted, pounding deeper, his balls slapping her clit. Priya's deer eyes rolled back, luscious lips parting in cries of submission as he whipped her ass harder, the stings pushing her toward the edge.

His mother watched from the doorway, a satisfied smirk on her face. 'Make her pay for flirting.' Raj obliged, pulling out only to flip Priya over, shoving his cock between her 38DD breasts. He squeezed them around his shaft, thrusting through the valley of flesh, the piercings scraping his skin. Water still dripped from her piggy nostrils, her nose hooks glinting as she looked up at him, begging with her eyes. He came with a roar, hot cum splattering her red lips, her deer eyes, even hooking into her stretched nose holes.

Panting, Raj stepped back. 'From now on, you're topless at all times. Even with your father-in-law here. Let him see what a slutty wife I married.' Priya nodded weakly, cum dripping down her chin onto her bruised tits, her body aching but alive with the twisted thrill of ownership. His mother approached, hooking a finger through Priya's septum ring. 'And you'll serve me too. Starting now—clean my son's cock with that mouth.'

Priya crawled forward on her thunder thighs, her fat ass high, and wrapped her luscious lips around Raj's softening cock, sucking eagerly. The taste of his cum and her own juices filled her mouth as she bobbed, nose hooks bobbing with her. This was her life now—humiliated, exposed, fucked, and utterly theirs.

Days blurred into a routine of relentless submission. Every morning at breakfast, Raj dragged Priya under the dining table on her leash, tying her hands behind her back. Her 38DD breasts pressed against his thighs as she knelt between his legs, mouth wrapping around his thick cock. He'd eat casually, chatting with his parents, while she sucked him off—bobbing her head, tongue swirling the head, taking him deep until he grunted and pumped his seed straight down her throat. 'Swallow every drop, wife, ' he'd whisper, yanking her septum ring to pull her closer. She'd gulp it down daily, the warm cum coating her stomach as she emerged red-faced and silent.

Evenings on the couch meant more. As Raj lounged watching TV, Priya crawled in on all fours, her fat ass swaying, topless as ordered—those big jugs on full display, nipples hard from the exposure. He'd clip the leash to her ring, guiding her mouth to his lap. 'Suck until I say stop.' She'd work him over, lips sliding down his shaft, cheeks hollowing as she deepthroated, making him cum two, three times—each load thicker, spilling over her tongue while he ignored her, eyes on the screen. Her jaw ached, but she obeyed, deer eyes pleading up at him between swallows.

Late nights brought the car rides. Raj would haul her out topless, shoving her into the passenger seat, saree bottom hiked up. Windows down, he'd drive highways where lorry drivers honked and stared at her massive jugs bouncing freely, steel nipples clamps glinting in the headlights. Sometimes he'd pull over, forcing her to suck him while trucks rumbled past, their beams illuminating her exposed body. 'Let them see what a slut I own, ' he'd growl, cumming on her breasts for the world to glimpse.

Mall trips were pure torment. Dressed in sheer, low-cut tops that barely contained her 38DD breasts, Priya walked beside him, the fabric clinging to her curves, jiggling with every step. Raj would mix his fresh cum into her coffee at the food court, handing it over with a smirk. 'Sip it slow, walk proud.' She'd drink it in public, the salty warmth sliding down as shoppers stared at her big nose rings and heaving tits, sipping while her thunder thighs rubbed together in shame. He'd grope her ass openly, whispering kinky threats, his cruelty making her pussy drip despite the exposure.

The kitchen was her mother-in-law's domain of punishment. Any tiny mistake—burnt roti, spilled spice—earned instant wrath. A hard slap cracked across Priya's face, staggering her against the counter, deer eyes watering. Then hands squeezed her big breasts viciously, fingers digging into the flesh until she screamed. Nipples got twisted cruelly, pulled and pinched until pain shot through her chest, her cries echoing off the tiles. For the ass, whatever was handy: a chapati stick whipping her fat cheeks red, or a big metal spoon smacking down with bruising force.

Nipple torture was the worst. 'Count them, slut, ' her mother-in-law would command, spoon raised. The flat side slammed into one pierced nipple—crack!—Priya yelping 'One!' as agony flared. Up to thirty per side, alternating, her 38DD breasts swelling and bruising, nipples raw and throbbing. She'd beg through tears, but the hits kept coming, leaving her sobbing on the floor, body marked and submissive.

One afternoon, as Priya chopped vegetables, her hand slipped, onions scattering. Her mother-in-law's eyes narrowed. 'Mistake again? Bend over.' The spoon came out, but this time, Raj walked in, catching the scene. His cock twitched at the sight of her welts. 'Punish her harder, Ma. Make her scream for me.'