It had been a hard week for Shehnaaz in anticipation of spending the weekend with Sir. The bruises around her cunt from his last beating had lasted for days, tender reminders of how badly he'd hurt her. And that was in just a couple of hours. How much worse would it be when he had days to torture and use her? The thought caused her genuine fear but also turned her on.

And that was part of the problem - after weeks without an orgasm, everything turned her on. Every unremarkable passerby looked hot to her and she floated around in a miasma of fantasy and memory, remembering the awful things he'd done to her and made her do. When she visited whoever it was on Monday night to suck his dick, he felt her up a little, and the sensation was so intense she almost cried.