Harem

Harem – 8

Peter hardly slept all night long.  Every time that she did drift off she was soon awoken either by the excruciating pain from the thick rubber arm stretching her cunt open, or the deafening sound of Faisal snoring as he slept on the bed in the corner of the room.  By dawn, as sunlight streamed through every crack in the rundown shack’s walls, Peter was so exhausted that sleep simply overtook her despite the pain and the noise.  She did not even awaken when Faisal rose and began moving around the shack.  Realizing that his plaything was still sleeping, encased in rubber, he decided to have some fun, and begin her suffering as the first order of the day.  He plugged in two space heaters, and placed them on either side of the mummified and impaled slave, allowing the heat to slowly roast the bitch so that she would stew in her own sweat inside of the rubber prison wrapped tightly around her body.  After about 10 minutes with Faisal simply sitting back and watching, Peter began to stir.  Aware now of the incredible heat being transmitted through the thick black rubber stripping wrapped around her body, she began to squirm.  With every wiggle or movement the replica of her tormentor’s arm seemed to drive a little deeper into her guts, causing even more pain than she thought was possible.  She could also hear Faisal laughing and enjoying the show.  He allowed her to continue to squirm with the space heaters on full blast for another half hour before he tired of the game and shut them off.  “Time to get started with more of your training infidel” he announced as he moved the heaters off to the side and then returned to stand directly in front of the statuesque slave mounted on the pole.  Peter could feel Faisal’s large hands wrap around her waist, and every inch of the rubber arm exit from her rectum as he began to lift her off of her mount.  When he got to the wrist he paused, and glided his prize slowly up and down so that the widest part of the gigantic dildo stretched open the entrance to the slave’s snatch.  Lifting her clear of the mounting post, an audible “plop” was followed by extreme relief for Peter as the enormous invader which had occupied her body for the last 9 hours was finally extricated from her innards. 

Faisal carried Peter over to the table and began the process of unwrapping the broad rubber stripping that had mummified the tormented slave all night long.  With every pass around her body Peter felt more and more relief, although she was sure that it was to be short lived.  The ball gag was taken from her drooling mouth, and the latex hood peeled up and then off completely.  The latex pants were removed, and the thin rubber membrane which had been lining her cunt was pulled out.  The last garment to come off was the first that had gone on – the rubber sock encasing both of her feet.  Now completely naked, and covered in sweat, Peter lay limply on the table awaiting the next installment of her “training”.  Faisal wasted little time, dragging Peter off of the table and on to the floor.  Peter then became aware of a series of leather straps that were bolted to the floor that she had not seen before.  Pinning his slave to the floor with one of his gigantic paws, Faisal buckled one of the straps around Peter’s neck, turning it into something of a half collar.  Peter now found her head tightly secured to the floor and turned to the side so that her cheek was pressed firmly against the rough floorboards of the shack.  Faisal then pushed Peter’s knees underneath her body and in towards her chest.  This raised her ass up in the air, a position that she had become used to of late.  Buckles were done up around the backs of her calves and ankles, securing her legs in the same manner as her neck.  The burly Turk then stretched each arm out to the side, and buckled down the wrists so that the bitch was completely helpless and strapped to his floor awaiting more punishment.  “So infidel, have you guessed yet what the next phase of your training is going to be?  I did tell you to think about what size of boot I wear did I not.”  Faisal began to laugh the diabolical laugh that Peter had heard many times already – and she suddenly became aware that this monster was intending to try to implant his entire foot inside of her.  The pain from the insertion of his hand and forearm had felt like it nearly killed her – what on earth would his massive foot and ankle do to her.  “I have tried many times my little bitch, but never been able to get my foot inside of one of Mehmet’s whores.  I think this time might be different – your cunt is so pliable and willing to accept whatever I have stuffed inside of it.  We will see if it can accept a little more shall we not?  I think we shall leave you without a gag for this next game little one – I am looking forward to hearing how much you enjoy having your master’s foot stuffed inside of your pussyhole.”  With that – more maniacal laughter as he reached for a tub of grease sitting on the corner of the table.

Faisal slowly and methodically began to grease up every part of his left foot.  Each thick hairy toe, his calloused roughened heel – the entire thing.  Once sufficiently lubed, he began by teasing Peter’s gaping cunt with just his big toe.  “The answer to the question my little bitch, is 13.  I wear a size 13 boot, and intend on finding out if that stretched out ruined hole of yours can accommodate my entire foot.  Are you ready slave?”  With that Faisal began to slowly rotate and press his foot into the opening cavernous orifice that had once been Peter’s virgin asshole.  The toes and forefoot of the big Turk disappeared easily, and actually caused no pain at all for Peter.  Such was the result of the intense stretching that she had been subjected to since being enslaved. Faisal fucked his foot in and out of the warm moist hole, enjoying the sight of Peter’s pussylips clinging to the top of his foot as he drew it out of her.  He would remove the foot completely and trap some of the engorged tissue between his toes and pinch it as he wriggled his fat disgusting digits back and forth.  Soon he began to shove in with more intent, right to the point where the point of his heel was stretching the whore’s cunt from below, while the top of his hindfoot caused the top of Peter’s sphincter to strain under the pressure.  Faisal was incredibly strong, and caring not at all for the pain that he was about to cause Peter’s prostrated form, he lifted himself out of the chair and began to shove in to the bitch’s pussy with all of his might.  Peter grunted and sweated under the pressure, her entire body being shoved forward from all of the pressure being exerted by Faisal’s left leg.  If not for the leather straps holding her tightly against the floor, she would have been pushed and scraped along the rough wooden boards.  The sound was deafening, one of them grunting and yelling in effort, and the other in intense pain.  Peter could feel her hole beginning to lose the battle, and with a sudden slipping and wave of blinding light that seemed to momentarily rob her of all of her senses, her captor’s foot was lodged inside of her guts.  The pain was beyond what even Peter now thought possible given all of the punishments that had been visited upon her body in such a short period of time.  Faisal – proud of himself for finally having managed to insert his foot all the way inside of a slave’s body sat back in his chair to rest before beginning the process of using his embedded foot to torture Peter’s abused frame.  Faisal was sweating like a pig from the effort of having shoved his foot up Peter’s ass, and now smiled from ear to ear as he looked at his thick ankle stretching out his whore’s abused pussy.  After a few minutes rest while Peter whimpered and begged for release from the floor in front of him, Faisal leaned forward and released the restraint holding down Peter’s right arm.  He then ordered the bitch to undo the rest of the restraints on her own, which she struggled to do but eventually managed to complete.  “Now my little whore – it is time for you to provide me with more pleasure through the suffering and pain of your worthless body.  Stand up bitch.”  Having been giving the order Peter knew that she had no choice but to obey.  She struggled and groaned, but eventually managed to get both of her feet underneath her with Faisal’s big size 13 still embedded up her ass.  Slowly she raised herself up, half squatting and half standing before the pain became too much to bear going any further.  “Stand up I said you filthy whore” Faisal shouted – and used the muscles in his massive leg to force Peter to a full standing position in front of him.  “Now my little bitch, fuck yourself on my leg – I want you to shove my foot deeper into your stretched out cunt.”  As Peter tried to push her body back toward her rapist who was seated comfortably behind her, the pain became so intense that she nearly passed out.  As she pressed backwards, Faisal shoved forward with his lower leg, watching Peter’s asslips swallow more of his ankle joint and lower leg.  “No more – no more” Peter begged, pleading for release from the inhuman treatment to which she was being subjected.  “Fine” Faisal responded, “you can have my foot out of your ass, but you will have to do all of the work yourself.”  With that, the burly Turk sat back in his chair and lit a cigarette while the poor slave bitch began the struggle and strain of extricating the size 13 foot from her pussyhole.  Peter struggled and squirmed, openly screaming in agony as she tried to pull away from the seated Turk, who merely laughed harder and harder with every passing moment.  “Perhaps you will never get my foot out of you my little infidel whore” Faisal wondered aloud – followed by even more laughter.  Peter redoubled her efforts, and the tip of Faisal’s calloused roughened heel became visible at the gateway to Peter’s insides.  At that point the muscular beast decided to give the flagging slave some help, and placed his right foot in the middle of the small of Peter’s back.  With one mighty shove Faisal sent Peter flying forward, ripping his left foot from the depths of the slave’s cunt as she went careening across the room crashing into the wall at the far side.  Peter lay in a heap of pain and misery as Faisal wiped all of the lube, blood, and pussyjuice off of his foot. 

“I would dearly love to keep you here permanently my little slut so that I could continue to train you as a pain pig, but I have promised your Master that I would deliver you on time for your next level of training.”  With that Faisal began to dress his large, sweaty and stinking frame, leaving Peter whimpering and mumbling to herself on the floor.  She was now completely broken, nothing more than a piece of meat to be molded, used, trained and enjoyed by a dominant master.  After getting himself ready, Faisal scooped up all of the components to Peter’s punishment burka, and stuffed them into an oversized duffel bag.  He then gathered up the slave herself, gripping the scruff of Peter’s neck, and proceeded to stuff her into the bag as well.  Slinging the bag over his broad shoulders, Faisal carried his cargo out into the bright sunlight of the Turkish morning.  When he got to his vehicle he needed to find his keys, so he dropped the bag on the ground with a thud, and shoved his big meaty hand into his pocket to rummage around.  While he did so he kicked and stomped on the bag containing the thoroughly abused slave with his big black steel toed workboots – still shining and clean thanks to Peter’s tongue.  After opening the trunk of the car he loaded in his living cargo, and got behind the wheel for the long journey to Peter’s next destination. 

Peter had no idea where she was, or how much time had passed since she had been stuffed in the duffel bag by her sadistic tormentor.  The heat in the car’s trunk was unbearable, and it was hard to breathe enclosed in the thick canvas bag.  In truth, it had been nearly two full hours by the time that Faisal swung the car into the long driveway of the specialty private medical clinic.  Coming to a stop in front of the secluded and opulent looking building, Ahmet appeared in the large front entranceway before Faisal even had the chance to kill the ignition.  The two large hairy Turks conversed about the weather and how the drive had been before even approaching the trunk to release Peter from her sweatbox-like prison. 

Peter could feel the rush of cooler fresh air as the trunk hatch was opened, and was soon blinded by bright sunlight as the zipper on the bag was undone.  The first thing she saw was the evil grin on Ahmet’s face as the muscular manservant stared down at her.  Peter instantly began to sob as the memories of all of the pain that Ahmet had inflicted upon her came rushing back.  “Welcome girl”  Ahmet announced as her reached in and pulled Peter roughly out of the bag and onto the gravel driveway.  With that he continued his conversation with Faisal, while undoing the zipper at the front of his pants.  Faisal began to recount the events of his time with Peter as Ahmet’s thickening cock sprang out from inside of his pants.  Without even breaking eye contact with Faisal, Ahmet reached down and dragged Peter’s face up to his crotch, and shoved his cock deep into the whore’s throat.  As if on autopilot, Peter began to suck and slurp on the thick arab meat now filling her mouth pussy, and could feel Ahmet getting harder and longer inside of her as he listened to the horrible things that Faisal had made her endure.  Just as Faisal finished telling Ahmet about how he had shoved the bitch forward to rip his foot from deep in her pussy, Ahmet drained a huge load of cum straight into Peter’s gullet.  Gently suckling on Ahmet’s now shrinking manhood, Peter made sure that just as she had been trained to do, she consumed every last drop of cum from her user’s cock. 

Thinking her task over for the moment, Peter began to lift her head away from Ahmet’s cockshaft before having it shoved back into place by the big Turk.  She then felt a twitch run through Ahmet’s meat, and a slight groan from up above her as her mouth began to fill with the manservant’s load of piss.  She gulped and swallowed, remembering well the punishment for wasting any amount of a pissload that was meant to be taken entirely into her stomach.  After ingesting what seemed like a gallon of fluid, Ahmet shoved her back off of his prick and packed away his cock and balls into his pants.  “Do you need to use the facilites before you go my friend?”  he asked Faisal.  “Don’t mind if I do” came the reply, and Faisal began to undo his pants, letting his massive organ dangle freely in the early afternoon sun.  “Let me show you how I like to feed a useless infidel bitch a nice hot load of righteous Muslim piss my friend.”  Faisal then cupped the lower half of Peter’s face with one of his massive hands.  Using his strength to clamp shut the slave’s jaws, he stuck his index finger of the same hand roughly and deeply into one of Peter’s nostrils, plugging it off completely.  Using his fee hand, he shoved the head of his slightly thickening cock into the other nostril.  Peter began to struggle but to no avail as Ahmet helped hold her still while Faisal grabbed his fucktube and relaxed to begin the flow of piss.  The urine shot from the Turk’s cockhead and burned the inside of Peter’s nasal passage on the way to the back of her throat.  She choked and spluttered as the two laughing tormentors watched her struggle to ingest another gallon of human waste.  Peter’s nose burned terribly and her eyes began to tear uncontrollably as the delicate lining of her nasal passage was assaulted by Faisal’s acidic piss.  “I like to piss in a whore this way my friend as it causes a great deal more pain and humiliation than simply using its mouthhole.”  When Faisal was finished, Peter was once again shoved back into the dirt as the big man tucked his package back into his pants.  “I look forward to doing business with your employer again my friend” Faisal announced as he got back in his car.  “Enjoy the rest of your miserable existence” he called back to Peter as he drove away – laughing that demonic laugh that Peter had come to both loathe and fear over the past couple of days.

“Right you useless bitch, time to get you cleaned up and presented to your Master so that he may tell you about the next installment in your training as his whore.”  Ahmet gathered up the duffel bag containing the restrictive rubber burka, and ordered peter to follow him into the clinic.  Once inside, they were met by two very small, thin, effeminate young men dressed from head to toe in crisp white linen outfits.  They looked like twins, and appeared to be some kind of orderlies or something of the like.  “Get this bitch cleaned up and presentable”  Ahmet ordered, and with that Peter was whisked away.

She was taken to a tiled room, and secured to a rubber-covered chair in the very centre of the space.  The pair of orderlies then donned rubber aprons and Wellington boots, before getting started on the task of cleaning up, and cleaning out the now seated slavewhore.

They began by scrubbing every inch of Peter’s body with foaming sponges, which worked up a luxurious lather that felt wonderful on her skin.  This was then thoroughly rinsed off with warm water before each orderly took one of her hands and began to clean out the fingernails and perform something of a manicure.  Both feet were then afforded the same seemingly loving care.  The chair was then tilted backward and laid to rest on the floor while the two workers collected items from the shelves at the side of the room.  Peter then felt the familiar sensation of a large sized plug being inserted in her pussy.  Once seated, the plug began to inflate until she was completely, although not painfully sealed.  The chair was then righted, and one of the attendants manned the switch at the entrance to the room.  Once engaged, the flow of warm water started and Peter’s body began to fill from the enema.  The second attendant prodded and pushed on her abdomen so as to be able to tell his partner when to cease the filling process.  Once filled to capacity, Peter did begin to feel some pain as her stomach protruded out in front of her.  The attendants then inserted a catheter deep into her urethra, and attached it to a much smaller hose that was connected to a hand held bag of saline.  This was quite painful as Peter’s bladder was then inflated by a full litre of sterile saline before the hose was clamped off.  Now filled like a living water balloon, the two attendants began to rub a scented oil all over Peter’s body, smoothing out her abused skin with very gentle caresses and light touches.  Once fully anointed, the catheter hose was unclamped and her bladder was allowed to drain.  For the attachment that was buried in her pussy, the flow was reversed with the flick of a switch and the water was siphoned out of her by a vacuum mechanism.  She was then released from the chair, dressed in a long flowing kaftan type robe, and taken to an opulent parlor to await her Master.

She did not have to wait long before Mehmet came sweeping into the room accompanied by a small, studious looking arab man.  “Ah my dear” Mehmet exclaimed as he sauntered over to where Peter was sitting on a low stool.  “Show your Master you are happy to see him.”  Peter dropped to the floor and kissed and licked each of Mehmet’s expensive leather loafers.  “Very good, very good” Mehmet sighed as he gently nudged his slaves face away to signal he was satisfied.  As Peter sat back Mehmet and the smaller man took up position in two leather wing chairs that faced the soon to be modified slave who was now seated on the floor.

“This my sweet is Dr. Kizmir” Mehmet said as he motioned toward the thin small man beside him.  Although he had not yet said a word, something about the doctor disturbed Peter greatly and filled her with dread.  “You are almost ready to move into my house and begin serving me for the rest of your life, but you must first stay here for a while under the doctor’s care and attention. He will carry out my wishes to finish making you into the type of whore I require you to be.  I understand that Faisal was quite successful in continuing the training of your holes – that pleases me greatly.”  With that Mehmet turned to the quiet doctor and asked him if he had any final questions before Mehmet took his leave.  “I am quite clear on your wishes Sir” the doctor replied, “but do wish to know if I may take some enjoyment from your whore while she is under my care?”  “My dear man – you may use her like she were your own until I accept delivery of her.”  With that statement, a diabolical smile that darkened the doctor’s face spread across his visage from ear to ear.

Right after her master had left the room, the doctor ordered Peter to stand and remove her kaftan.  Slowly he walked around Peter’s naked frame over and over.  Staring and smiling to himself as he thought all of the fun he would have at this infidel’s expense.  “You may not be aware” he said as finally he spoke, “but your Master has tasked me with making several changes to your body in order to make you into the slave that he requires. These changes I am afraid will turn you forever into something of a freak – not fit for society outside of the dungeon into which your Master places you for the rest of your days.  I quite enjoy my work, and see to it that the filthy slavewhores that I treat are subjected to as much pain and humiliation as I can manage while they are under my charge.”  With that the doctor began to undress his tiny frame, by far the smallest most insignificant creature that to date had been given free reign over Peter’s body.  Moving in front of Peter so that she could clearly see, the doctor slid open a drawer in the table that sat between the two leather wing chairs.  “Get on your knees slut” the doctor ordered, and Peter complied.  From this vantage point she could see the tiny penis that the doctor possessed, almost laughable it was so miniscule.  “No doubt you have noticed my anatomical shortcomings my dear” the doctor said.  “Believe me – I make up for them in other ways – ways that you will become accustomed to over your time here.”  Reaching into the drawer, the doctor pulled out a long, relatively thin dildo.  Peter though to herself that given her treatment of late, she would barely be able to feel such a thin footlong piece of rubber as it entered her.  The doctor however, had other plans for the phallus.  Peter was surprised when he reached around and began to insert it in his own anus, moaning in delight as it disappeared inside of him.  Slowly he sat back down in the chair, embedding the full 12 inches of black rubber up his ass.  In obvious ecstasy, the doctor gyrated and ground around on the dildo for about five minute while the perplexed Peter kneeled obediently in front of him.  As the doctor stood back up, he slowly removed the dildo from his ass.  As he brought it back around in front of him Peter could see that the length of the rubber shaft was coated in thick brown shit from the doctor’s ass.  “I understand that you have had some toilet training my dear” the doctor announced.  “Good – that will help” he said as he advanced towards the trembling slave. “You will learn that I demand silence at all times from whores like you.  I thoroughly enjoy various means of gagging you to prevent so much as a whimper while I do my work.  Open that filthy infidel’s mouth pussy this instant” the doctor ordered.  Her will broken, but still repulsed by what was about to happen, Peter slowly opened her mouth.  The doctor then tilted Peter’s head all the way back, widening her jaws and opening up her throat.  Slowly he began to insert the shit-covered dildo deep into the slave’s throat.  The acrid taste that Peter remembered from when Mehmet had used her as his human toilet filled her mouth.  The doctor continued to shove, passing Peter’s now barely present gag reflex, until the shit stick was fully embedded, pressing on the slave’s vocal cords and preventing any speech whatsoever.  Peter’s saliva began to mix with the doctor’s shit, liquefying it and filling his mouth with the slurry mess.  The doctor then secured the dildo in his quarry’s mouth with a broad band of thin latex that he wrapped tightly around Peter;s head.  The gag secured, the doctor once again returned to the table drawer and removed the biggest strap on dildo that Peter had ever seen.  The monstrous appendage was 16 inches long, several inches thick, and covered in hard rubber nubs that protruded from its surface.  As the doctor fastened the massive dildo around his tiny waist, he ordered his slave to bend over and push her ass up into the air.  Peter complied, her mouth full of the doctor’s shit and her ass now awaiting his assault with the thick rubber weapon.  Applying just a small amount of lube to the dildo’s surface, the doctor placed its enormous head against Peter’s cuntlips, and began to slowly push himself into the awaiting pussyhole.  Peter trembled as she felt her asslips open to admit the studded invader.  Almost methodically, the doctor very slowly inserted the entire 16 inches into his prostrated bitch, and then, in an instant, began to wildly fuck Peter’s hole like there was no tomorrow.  The hard rubber studs on the strap-on’s surface abused and scraped at the tender walls of Peter’s pussy as the sheer length and girth of the device dilated her pussylips to their full extent.  She could hear the doctor complimenting himself on what a tremendous job he was doing of raping his whore as he bucked up and down on top of her.  After 10 full minutes of this brutal and thorough ravaging of her hole, she heard the doctor shout and scream as he climaxed into the strap-on dildo.  Once he came down from his high, he unceremoniously yanked himself out of Peter’s snatch, and summoned his two assistants.  “Make sure she has completely cleaned the shit gag” he ordered, “as well as licking the strap on clean and sucking my cum out of it.  After that, prepare her for her first procedure, her Master does not want to waste any time.”  With that, Peter was left to the ministrations of the two orderlies as her latest Master strode proudly from the room.  Peter had a very bad feeling about what her immediate future was to hold.

Next – Under the doctor’s care