Harem

The ride in the back of Faisal’s rusted out sauna of a car was excruciating for Peter.  Trapped with almost no air, and still encased as well as stuffed with rubber, the pain was very nearly unbearable.  Mehmet’s plan was working in that his slave slut was becoming more and more tolerant of punishment – an element of Peter’s life that would continue to escalate for a long time to come.

Peter’s thoughts had drifted back to much simpler and less painful times when he was jolted back to reality by the abrupt stopping of the vehicle, and the cutting of the engine.  She could hear the front door creak open, and then slam closed – heavy booted footsteps making their way through the gravel toward the trunk.  Bright light then bathed the interior of the trunk, and temporarily blinded Peter’s eyes.  A large powerful hand then grabbed the back of her neck and dragged her out of the trunk, dropping her in a heap on the dusty dry ground.  Before Peter could even begin to get up Faisal placed his big black boot on the side of the slave’s head and trod it down onto the rocky ground, pressing painfully on the side of Peter’s face.  The heavy set sweaty Turk twisted his foot back and forth as he pressed down with his considerable weight and strength – grinding the slaves face into the ground below.  He lit a cigarette  - the potent unfiltered kind –as he considered the first manner in which he would enjoy his new toy.  How he loved when Master Mehmet returned to the country with such special cargo.

After finishing his smoke, Faisal picked Peter up like a rag doll, and slung the slave over his broad shoulders, carrying her into his small house on the outskirts of Ankara.  Peter was dumped on the floor, and then Faisal began the process of undressing his quarry – he liked to keep his bitches naked.  First the fabric covering of the punishment suit was removed, followed by the restrictive rubber corseting.  The return of unrestricted breathing would be a brief reprieve for the slave as much more torture and degradation soon awaited her.  With all of the rubber now peeled off of Peter’s body, she realized for the first time how much she had sweated inside of the burka.  Not an inch of the slave’s body was dry, and she was soon placed over Faisal’s knees for removal of her cunt-stuffing, as well as some fun for her tormentor.  The end of the gigantic rubber dildo was protruding from Peter’s hole, making a very inviting target for the perverted security guard.  With a large wind up, Faisal’s muscular mitt came crashing down on to the end of the rubber invader with all of his considerable might.  The reaction was that the dildo was forcefully shoved further into the slave’s ravaged hole, making Peter fell like it was going to come bursting through her abdominal wall.  The slave endured 10 such blows before the end of the dildo was grabbed and removed in one rapid movement.  Peter’s stretched out pussy lips clung to the rubber shaft and recoiled against her anus as they finally lost their grip on the dildo as it was yanked away.  Faisal liked the look of the bitch’s flabby hole, and decided right there that some serious fisting as well as some inventive torture for the cunt’s cock & balls would make a good start to the two day session.  Dipping his hand into a can of grease beside his chair, Faisal immediately shoved three of his thick dirty fingers deep into Peter’s body.  He pumped and worked them to stretch and abuse the rubbery pussy lips, almost drooling with delight as he watched them cling stickily to his filthy digits.  The addition of the remaining digits came soon afterward, and now the majority of the sweaty man’s hand was buried inside of Peter’s abused backside.  Even with all of the stretching that Peter had endured, nothing had quite prepared her for Faisal’s left hand.  This was a thickset short-necked man with enormous hands and forearms.  And Peter would be forced to endure every inch.  The anal ring of the rubberslave strained to accommodate the intruding behemoth, finally giving way with a sudden tearing sensation that Peter thought was sure to have resulted in severe injury.  Although no skin was broken, the sensation that Peter had felt was the ripping of his sphincter muscle – something that Faisal had caused in many submissive sluts.  “Good, good” Faisal cooed, now you will truly be able to take the amount of stuffing that an infidel whore like you deserves to endure at the hands of a superior Muslim man.  With the ripping of the actual sphincter muscle, Peter would now need to remain plugged at all times to prevent leakage from her pussy.  She nearly passed out as she felt her temporary master’s gigantic hand seat itself fully inside of her.  Faisal however, was not finished.  Twisting and grunting the burly guard slowly inserted his hairy muscular arm with minimal lubrication into the slave’s rectum.  He then used his massive strength to maneuver Peter out of the prostrated position on his lap, to a semi standing position with one foot on each of Faisal’s knees, and his back towards the sadistic puppet-master.  Peter was now standing, with a thick column of muscle, flesh & bone lodged up her ass.  He had anticipated the command that Faisal then gave – the order to begin sitting down so that she further impaled herself on the hairy turk’s arm.  With the sphincter muscle now torn, Peter was soon squatting to the point that she had swallowed Faisal’s hairy arm right to the elbow.  Humiliated and in agony, she began to cry as she was then ordered to ride her tormentor’s arm up and down, begging all the while for more punishment and torture for being such a wanton whore and unclean infidel.  Faisal demanded that the begging get louder and louder, slapping his bitch in the middle of the back with his open right hand.  Once the giant turk had tired of this game, he simply gave Peter a shove, sending her sprawling onto the floor in front of the guard’s feet and ripping his massive arm from the mutilated and dilated hole.  Peter was a quivering mass of agonizing pain, but she dared not incur the wrath of her abuser.  So, she simply complied as he gave the order for her to lick and clean his dusty dirty work boots.  “Make them shine whore’ he ordered.  Peter diligently licked and slurped to restore the dusty black leather into a shiny and clean state.  The taste was awful, and made her mouth incredibly gritty and dry.  “You are not yet finished infidel” Faisal growled, as he presented the mud caked soles of his boots to Peter for immediate cleaning.  “Enjoy it bitch – it is the only lunch that you will be getting today.”  With her “meal” completed, Faisal grunted his satisfaction and delivered a concussing blow to the side of Peter’s head with the heel of his left boot.  Darkness closed in on Peter as unconsciousness overtook her.

Peter’s eyes fluttered awake as she came back into the land of the living – realizing immediately that she was secured face down on a fucking bench, splayed wide open for Faisal’s pleasure – whatever  that may be.  “Do you really think that I am going to fuck you whore” she heard Faisal ask with a laugh.  “The only use for that stretched out tunnel of a pussy that you’ve got is to be opened up further and further until you tear in half.  These beautiful balls however, will make for some excellent entertainment for me.”

With that, Peter felt the now familiar sole of Faisal’s boot gently rest against the underside of both of her balls, which were hanging down against the fuck bench.  Slowly the pressure increased, and Peter began to groan in pain from the compression of her balls between the leather-covered fuck bench, and the thick hard rubber of her master’s boot.  “Maybe I should keep pressing until they explode” Faisal wondered aloud…”that would make you into a true bitch wouldn’t it slut?  “Answer me when I speak to you whore” Faisal bellowed as he gave another sharp press to Peter’s pressurized nutsack.  Tears were now streaming down Peter’s face as she felt the sole of the boot replaced by a loop of leather cord being slung around both of her nuts.  The cord was tightened around the root of Peter’s cock & balls, and then it was wound around and around to increase the constriction to the point that the slave’s package began to stick further and further out from her body.  Faisal then began wrapping each nut separately so that by the time he had finished, Peter’s genitals had a wound collar of leather around their base, and each testicle was taut in its own envelope of scrotal skin to the point that they looked as though they would pop right out.  The pain was incredible from the bondage alone, but Faisal was far from finished.  From a wheeled cart at the side of the fucking bench Faisal grabbed two extra large spring-loaded clips.  He opened them wide and allowed them to snap shut so the human bondage toy in front of him could hear how stiff and tightly sprung they were.  Faisal could smell Peter’s fear, and smiled broadly as grabbed hold of the slave’s left nut.  Positioning the opened clip over the trapped testicle Faisal allowed it to close slowly so that the pressure would build at a tortuous pace.  Releasing his grip on the handle of the clip it now bore down with all of the strength of its spring on Peter’s imprisoned gonad.  A deep dull ache developed low in Peter’s abdomen, as he anticipated the same punishment being applied to the right testicle.  With both of her nuts trapped by the relentless spring-loaded devices Peter began to squirm on the bench, but Faisal had secured his quarry with expert skill, and despite all of her efforts, Peter could not move more than a millimeter or two in any direction.

With his slave’s cock and balls enduring the first of their treatments, Faisal focused on the loose lips of Peter’s cunt.  He began simply by holding them rather gently, rolling the warm moist fleshy folds between his thumbs and forefingers; tracing his stubby digits along the lines of the fattened swollen walls to what used to be a tight virgin hole.  Peter could hear Faisal groan with contentment as he fingered the outer regions of her snatch, and actually felt like the attention was ticklish and somewhat pleasurable.  That changed rather quickly.  Faisal donned a pair of latex surgical gloves that were a size to small, the thin latex straining to contain his thick meaty hands.  He then dipped all of his fingers into a small pot of ochre colored paste sitting on the wheeled cart at his side.  The paste had been made from a combination of some of the hottest spices in all of Turkey, and would have irritated even Faisal’s calloused skin had he not been wearing the gloves for protection.  With his stubby digits now coated in the spicy paste, he resumed his delicate fingering of poor Peter’s ass lips.  It took about 10 seconds before the slave was aware of a difference, but after that the rapid rise in temperature  as well as irritation of the sensitive skin folds was brutal.  Faisal grinned as he watched the lips turn from a pale pinkish color to an angry red before his eyes.  Peter’s body was struggling to dissipate the heat by significantly increasing the circulation to the stretched out folds of skin, the result of which was not only that they changed color, but that they transformed from loose flabby appendages to plump full columns of flesh begging for more attention from the hairy beast seated at the slave’s ass end.  Faisal peeled off the latex gloves, cautious not to get any of the spiced paste on his own less than delicate skin, and donned a new pair for the next portion of his program of torture.  A small bowl on the cart contained a dozen regular clothes pins, which Faisal attached one at a time to the plump and sensitive lips of Peter’s asshole.  By the end of the process the clothes pins were waving around like small masts as the spasming and contacting pussylips sucked inward and outward involuntarily in response to the pain being inflicted upon them.  Time to return his attention to Peter’s now severely squashed nuts.

Faisal quickly removed each compressive clip, resulting in a delay of just a few seconds before a wave of deep seated pain from Peter’s lower abdomen took over the slave’s consciousness.  More attempts at wriggling proved to be as fruitless as the last as Peter moaned and cried out in pain from the abuse to his cock, balls, and ass.  Each testicle was now a deep purple color, from being trapped in the jaws of the spring-loaded clips, and from being wound into its own compartment of the slave’s scrotal sack with such brute force.  Peter was so focused on the intense burning pain and pinching coming from her pussy that she did not hear the telltale sound that would signal the next phase of her torture session.  The pungent odor of sulfur – Faisal had lit a match.  Holding the short white candle a few inches above the trussed up nuts, Faisal allowed for a good portion of wax to become liquefied by the heat before tilting the candle ever so slightly so that the droplets of wax began to speckle the captive  balls.  With each impact of a drop of molten wax against her sensitive skin, Peter shrieked and tried in vain to escape.  Faisal simply laughed as he carried on with the process of coating his captive’s nuts in a prison of hot wax.  Once completely covered, he extinguished the flame and pressed his index finger against the wax, testing it for hardness.  While it remained somewhat soft he proceeded with the last element of the session, and by far the most diabolical.  Faisal had learned of acupuncture on a television program, and from the first time he saw it being done he thought nothing of how it was used as a treatment  to relieve pain, but simply about ways that the thin needles could be used to inflict it.  He pondered this as he placed the first plastic tube against the waxen casing of his slave’s nuts.  The way that these needles worked was akin to a blowdart coming out of a bamboo tube.  The needle was situated within a plastic sheath, and the base of the needle protruded out the far end of the tube.  Because the needles are so thin, they cannot be inserted into the body by simply pushing slowly, for they would just bend and fail to break the skin.  Instead, one places the plastic sheath against the intended target, and quickly taps the base of the needle.  This drives the needle with great speed through the tube, and into the patient – or victim as the case may be.  Immediately as the first needle penetrated the wax and drove itself right into the body of Peter’s right nut, she released a blood-curdling scream that even startled her abuser.  The result was a series of painful slapping blows to both of her ass cheeks.  “I demand that you remain silent infidel” Faisal bellowed as he rose from his seat behind the torture slave.  He grabbed Peter’s head and yanked it backward, forcing Peter to open his mouth as wide as possible.  With his free hand Faisal snatched up a device from the cart beside the bench and shoved it into the slave’s mouth.  It was a gag of truly even design.  Head on it looked like a capitol letter “H” made from metal covered in thin rubber.  Each arm of the gag was beveled so that if you looked at it end on there was a groove about a quarter of an inch deep.  These grooves seated themselves around the fronts and backs of Peter’s teeth.  With his mouth now propped open it would be difficult for the slave to make anything more than whimpering gagging and slurping types of noises.  Faisal however, wanted total  silence.  He fitted an allen key into the center portion of the gag, and began to wind it round so that the two halves of the “H” moved in opposite directions.  Peter’s upper and lower jaws were being forced apart to the point that his jaw neared dislocation.  Faisal continued to turn.  Peter pleaded with her eyes.  Faisal continued to turn the key.  The skin at the sides of the slave’s mouth became taut and blanched.  Faisal continues to turn.  The skin at the corners of Peter’s mouth just barely began to tear from the strain.  Faisal removed the allen key and took his seat once more behind Peter’s ass.  The next acupuncture needle that was fired into the meat of the slave’s testicle caused just as much pain as the first, but absolutely no sound came from Peter’s throat.  Tears streamed down her face, and copious amounts of saliva drooled out of her gaping jaws onto the floor in front of her.  Faisal continued with his treatment.  One of the things he liked about the needled was that being so thin, he could use many of them in a small area of the body.  By the time he finished, each of Peter’s nuts housed 15 acupuncture needles.  Faisal slipped the plastic sheathes off of each one, and just as he had seen on television he grabbed hold of the needles one at a time and slowly pushed them deeper into the slave’s tissue, then pulled them out to where they had started.  This game of skewering his sex toy amused Faisal for about 20 minutes, but once he tired of it he decided to get some rest before continuing to use Peter for other types of pleasure.  So he left the slave there, tied down, cock and balls trussed tightly in leather cord, ass lips pinched and on fire, with 30 miniature skewers piercing her nuts – to suffer for his pleasure as he rested.  He placed a chair beside the fucking bench, placed his heavy booted feet on Peter’s back as a footrest, and leaned back to catch some sleep.

Tears continued to roll down Peter’s face and drool continued to pour from her mouth as the fat smelly turk beside her snored and snorted in his sleep.  The pain coming from between her legs nearly caused her to pass out, which would have been a blessing.  Faisal only slept for half an hour, but it seemed like an eternity.  As Peter felt the weight of the heavy legs and boots leave her back, she anticipated the release from her current state of bondage.  First to be removed was the series of clothes pins from her now cooling, but still engorged cunt lips.  Next, the tortuous and slow removal of each and every one of the 30 thin needles puncturing her abused testicles.  Instead of gently peeling away what remained of the prison of wax encasing each nut, Faisal began swatting at hit with his paw, causing waves of pain as well as a shower of chards of hardened wax to go flying in all directions.  Lastly, the tight leather cording was unwound from around each of the nuts, as well as the root of Peter’s cock.  All that remained was the diabolical “H” gag, which Faisal slowly ratcheted back to its starting position, allowing Peter’s dilated mouth to relax.  Peter’s bonds to the bench were loosened then removed, and he was scooped up into the arms of the sweaty swarthy guard and carried across the room to a taller hard wooden table.  Faisal laid Peter on her back, and retrieved  a large box from under the table.  Peter could not have tried to escape despite any will to do so.  She was completely exhausted and immobilized from the pain.  At the foot end of the table Faisal dumped the contents of the box into a heap.  The familiar smell of rubber wafted up to Peter’s nostrils, and she looked down to see a mass of tangled rubber stripping piled up at her feet.

Faisal sorted through the pile until he found what he was looking for.  It looked like a pair of rubber underpants, almost like cycling shorts since the leg portion would come part way down the wearer’s thigh.  He fed each of the slave’s limp legs into the garment, and pulled it up into place.  Peter’s cock and balls were fed through a hole in the front of the shorts, and in the rear a rubber gasket circled the base of a very large thin rubber sheath that looked like an over stretched, oversized condom.  This rubber “tail” dangled limply behind Peter’s ass as Faisal returned his attention to the pile of black rubber.  The next item he grabbed looked like an oversized rubber sock, but it was big enough for both of Peter’s feet.  There were separate compartments for the slave’s feet in the sock, but once in place her legs were held firmly together.  Faisal then grabbed hold of Peter’s right arm, and using his free hand stretched open a broad loop of rubber on the side of the cycling shorts.  The slave’s hands was shoved through the loops, and once Faisal let go the strong thick rubber held Peter’s pals flat against the side of his upper thigh.  The process was repeated on the other side.  Now with the slut effectively restrained, Faisal concentrated on separating and rolling up the masses of thick, broad rubber stripping that lay in a pile at Peter’s feet.  After coiling up each roll he placed it neatly on the table beside the immobilized infidel.  Lifting up Peter’s ankles, Faisal began to wrap the first roll of rubber tightly around the ankles.  Overlapping by half, he slowly wound the material up the legs of the slave, towards the knees.  He grunted and sweated as he pulled the rubber taut with each pass, stretching it so that as it recoiled, it would cinch Peter’s legs even more tightly together.  The first roll of rubber finished around Peter’s knees, so Faisal grabbed hold of the next and continued the process.  After about 20 minutes Peter had been wrapped up to his upper chest in extremely tight rubber strips, each about 5 inches in width.  With the addition of the rubber socks and the underpants, not a bare section of skin was visible.  Before continuing with the wrapping, Faisal lifted his slut’s head and stretched overtop of it a very thin black latex hood that had no eye holes, but openings over Peter’s mouth and nose.  The hood had a long collar section that came all the way down to the base of her neck, and a flared portion that Faisal yanked and stretched down to cover both of her shoulders as well.  From there, the wrapping continued with the thick black straps holding in place the base of the hood garment that was pulled down over Peter’s shoulders.  The slave was now entirely mummified in black rubber, with not a square inch of bare skin showing.  Leaving her laying on the table, Faisal moved away from Peter and took hold of a metal pipe that was propped up in the corner of the room.  Bringing it to the center of the room he fitted one end of it into a hole in the floor.  It slid snugly into position, and now protruded from the floor.  The top of the pole was threaded, and onto the pole Faisal screwed an attachment that he took from a chest underneath his bed, which occupied the far corner of the room.  The attachment was made, of course, from thick almost hard black rubber, and was an exact replica of his own gigantic forearm and hand, which had been made from a plaster mold.  Faisal thoroughly greased the rubber arm, and then returned to the table where his slave laid motionless.  Roughly the turk flipped his bitch onto her stomach, and began to feed the oversized thin rubber tail than hung loosely from the back of his mummy, into her awaiting cunt hole.  Given the permanently loosened nature of the orifice it was an easy task.  With his whore now encased in rubber, and with her cunt lined in rubber, Faisal was ready to store her for the night.  He slung Peter over his shoulder like a rolled up rug, and carried her over to where the pole stuck up out of the floor.  Faisal began by standing Peter up against the pole, and she could feel it along the backs of her legs and ass.  Then, using his massive strength, Faisal grabbed Peter around the hips and lifted her into the air.  Pushing her back slightly, he lined up the rubber gasket at the opening to the slave’s rubber-lined cunt with the artificial arm behind her, and slowly began to lower her down.  Peter could feel something invading her asshole as she was lowered, and quickly the sensation moved from merely tight, to excruciatingly painful.  Faisal grinned as the rubber mass in front of him began to quiver with pain as he impaled her on the rubber spit sticking out of the floor.  Peter now had the hand, wrist, and the first part of the latex forearm embedded inside of her body.  Deciding to have a little fun, and being easily strong enough to hold his scrawny slave’s weight without difficulty, Faisal began to lift and lower Peter’s body, fucking her on the rubber replica of his arm.  Up and down he pumped her, slowly fucking more of the length and girth of the huge invaded into her abused pussy.  Then, he let go.  All at once Peter’s body weight brought her down with a thud, driving home the remaining length of the column of latex deep inside of her.  She was now effectively propped up, standing like a black mummified statue in the middle of the room.  With nearly two feet of thick black rubber rammed up inside of her there was no risk that she would fall.  Rather, her own body weight would keep her securely mounted on the gigantic spit until her master lifter off to freedom.  She moaned and groaned, in agony from being so thoroughly stuffed.  To finish the process, Faisal shoved a large, bright red ball gag into the slut’s open mouth and fastened it tightly around the back of her head.  “Enjoy your night whore” Faisal whispered in her ear, “tomorrow is when the real stretching of that useless cunt of yours will begin.  Tell me slut – what size of boot do you think I wear?  Think about that and try to get some sleep.  You will need it.”  With that, Faisal shut off the light, stripped, and climbed into bed.  He drifted off to sleep wondering if her would finally be able to get his entire foot into the ass of a stretched out bitch slave.  Ah well, he would see.

Next – stuffed full, and a trip to the clinic.