Harem

Harem – 9

It had taken Peter over half an hour to suck clean the shit-covered dildo that had been shoved down her throat, as well as sucking the cum out of the enormous studded strap-on before licking the foul instrument clean.  The doctor’s assistants stood dispassionately and watched as Peter went about her degrading tasks.  Once she was done, they led her to the adjoining room to prepare her for more attention from the doctor. 

The procedure room as it was known, was a bright white room bathed in light from a multitude of sources from all angles.  The tiled floor and walls reflected the light like mirrors.  In the centre of the room was a single piece of furniture, an exam chair complete with straps and attachments on all sides.  Once seated in the chair, the assistants fastened Peter in so that all four limbs as well as her torso were completely immobilized.  Her head was still unrestrained, so she turned it sharply when she heard a door on the far side of the room click open.  The sinister looking Dr. Kizmir strolled through the door, casually perusing a chart as if Peter were just another patient attending an appointment in his clinic.  Nothing could be further from the truth.  “Let me get one thing straight up front my dear – I cannot stand the very sight of submissive little sex freaks like you.  The only thing that makes your presence here tolerable to me is that I get to inflict any amount of pain and torture on you during your stay, while at the same time practicing techniques on your pathetic body that shall we say I would not be allowed to attempt in conventional medical practice.  Do you want to know what my specialty is slut?  Plastic and cosmetic surgery.  Your master and I have a little arrangement yes?  I get to experiment on your worthless body in ways that unenlightened “ethics” boards would never approve, while my friend Mehmet gets a personalized sissy slave to use for the rest of its painful torture filled life.  Very symbiotic would you not agree?”  The good doctor continued to explain how he felt that medicine had never advanced so far so fast as when the Nazi’s were free to experiment on unwilling subjects during the war.  How his view was that ethics boards had handcuffed visionary medical practitioners like himself, depriving them of being able to realize their true greatness and leave their mark upon medical history.  In his mind, it was his genius that had found a way to circumvent all of that – and after hearing his speech, Peter was truly terrified.  She realized that this man to whom she had been signed over was indeed quite insane.

“So” the doctor announced with a broad smile, “shall we begin then?”  With that, Peter was informed that the first round of modifications that Mehmet had ordered had to do with her face.  For these to begin, her head would need to be restrained.  “I used to use straps to restrain a subject’s head” Dr. Kizmir stated as he busied himself collecting tools from the side of the room, “but I always found that as tight as I might strap a bitch down, once I got started there was always too much wiggling and struggling getting in my way.”  He continued by saying that he was now using a series of metal bands, ratcheted down and bolted onto the frame of the chair so that there was little if any movement that could take place.  By the time he was done, Peter had broad bands of metal running across her forehead, chin, and neck – effectively pinning her to the headrest of the chair.  “Today my sweet cunt we are going to give you a whole new look.”  With that statement Dr. Kizmir went into gales of laughter, and collected more tools.

Peter had never had a tattoo done before, so she did not recognize the equipment as it was wheeled over beside the chair.  Most Turkish women do not wear much make-up, but having traveled a great deal in the west, Mehmet had become attracted to the vibrant and colourful styles of North America.  He had instructed Dr. Kizmir to give Peter a slutty, whorish, trashy look – and to make it permanent.  Peter began to cry out as the first jab of the needle pierced her flesh.  The doctor reminded her of how much he loved to hear his subjects scream, so by all means to keep it up.  By the time he was done Peter had bright red rouged cheeks, and matching eye shadow that had been permanently tattooed into place.  Already the slave was beginning to look like something of a clown, but this was only step one.  The doctor put down the tattoo gun, and informed Peter that they would be doing some further application of make-up, once the next phase had been completed.

“Such nice cocksucking lips you have slut” the sadist announced.  Too bad that they are entirely too small for your Master’s liking.  Dr. Kizmir informed Peter that to truly be able to pleasure a man’s cock, the slut’s lips need to be plump, juicy, fat.  They also need to be shaped so that they pout and fairly beg to be impaled by a superior male appendage.  Collagen injections were far too slow, and incapable of producing the desired effect for true maximum cocksucking pleasure for a whore’s master.  Dr. Kizmir had therefore modified medical grade silicone so that it could be injected directly into human tissue without being enclosed in a vessel such as a breast implant.  Of course, the long-term effects of this treatment on the health of the patient were of no apparent interest to Dr. Kizmir.  Peter followed the path of the hypodermic as far as she could with her eyes, until it got too close to her lips for her to see with not being able to move her head.  The next thing she felt was the tip of the needle piercing her lower lip, and then the intense burning as the egomaniacal doctor depressed the plunger and filled Peter’s lip with silicone.  It took six injections to each lip, but when he was done Dr. Kizmir beamed with pride as he looked down at Peter’s face.  The slave’s lips were now triple their previous size, bulging out from her face and nearly bursting at the seams.  “There is one unfortunate side effect that we have noted so far I am afraid” the doctor lamented.  “The silicone tends to harden somewhat, making your lips more like the texture of firm rubber than soft skin.  Ah well, all the better for applying pressure to your Master’s cock, which from now on will be their main function if I know Mehmet.”  Dr. Kizmir continued with another series of injections around Peter’s lips, this time with a highly potent and irreversible form of botox, permanently paralyzing some of the small muscles around her mouth so that her inflated rubbery lips maintained a perfect pucker for her Master’s pleasure.  This of course meant that Peter would never again be able to completely close her mouth, and would drool perpetually, making her mouth an ever-ready moist receptacle for thick juicy Arab cocks.

Leaving Peter’s lips to fully cure and firm up, Dr. Kizmir turned his attention to Peter’s ears.  Surprisingly, all Mehmet had ordered in this regard was a simple piercing, which was easily accomplished.  Once done, the doctor proceeded to pluck out all Peter’s eyebrow hair, and smear a thick stinging gel over the freshly denuded skin.  Another of the good doctor’s creations, this gel was a permanent depilatory, eradicating the hair follicles in any patch of skin to which it was applied.  Peter would have more experiences with this gel before leaving Dr. Kizmir’s care.  Once again the tattoo gun was fired up, and Peter was given two new, permanent, sultry dark eyebrows to enhance her developing whorish appearance.  Dr. Kizmir prodded and pinched Peter’s lips to see if they had fully cured, and announcing that they had, he loaded a new cartridge into the tattoo gun.  A million pricks into the freshly plumped up lips produced the look of permanently applied bright ruby red lipstick, completing Peter’s transformation from the face of a man, to that of a tranny cock-sucking whore.  “We have one more modification to make my dear – but your master insisted that you be anaesthetized while it is being conducted.  I of course objected, but since he does own you, what he says goes.  I am going to put you to sleep now, and when you awaken, not only will I have constructed for Mehmet the perfect cocksucking mouth, but the perfect means to silence that mouth whenever it suits him to do so”  With that, a needle was plunged into Peter’s arm, and the sweet release of unconsciousness overtook her.

Peter regained her senses rather clumsily, slowly coming out of the stupor induced by the drug she had been given.  Her entire face was in agony, which made sense given the torture that it had been subjected to, but finding herself still strapped down to the exam chair she was unable to determine the full extent of the damage.  Dr. Kizmir was still in the room, and approached the slave and sat on his stool beside her once he realized she was waking up.  “Welcome back slut.  Allow me to tell you what we achieved while you were asleep.  First, I had my assistants shave off the rest of the hair on your head so that we could apply my depilatory gel to your scalp as well as your face and neck.  For the rest of your pathetic life you will never again grow a single hair in either location.  The rest of your body will receive the same treatment in due time.  We also removed several of your teeth.  Oh not all of them my dear, your Master still wants you to be able to eat and chew food.  We have left you all of your molars, but removed everything else.  This makes a nice opening any cocks that your Master wishes for you to service.  It also facilitated the construction of this little beauty – which we will now try out to make sure it fits properly.”  With that, Dr. Kizmir held up an object that Peter could not make out right away from her vantage point.  The diabolical surgeon went on to explain that there may be times when Mehmet wants his slave (as all good slaves should be) to be seen, and yet completely unheard.  To this end a custom made gag was now about to be inserted into Peter’s mouth.  Not only would this gag effectively silence the sissy slut, but would also camouflage the gaping cock-hole that existed from the removal of her teeth.  The gag consisted of an exact replica of Mehmet’s cock, with a set of false teeth bonded to the base so that once inserted all the way into the wearer’s mouth, she would still have a perfect smile.  With some rough shoving and very little care for the pain being inflicted, Dr. Kizmir shoved the custom dildo gag into Peter’s mouth and down her throat.  Pressing the vocal cords out of the way it rendered her 100% mute.  Dr. Kizmir liked the way that the outline of the replica of Mehmet’s long thick cock causes a bulging in Peter’s throat.  Anyone who saw her wearing it would instantly know that the bitch’s throat was stuffed full of solid rubber cockmeat.  After making sure that the teeth portion of the gag looked all right, Dr. Kizmir yanked it out of Peter’s throat, causing her to cough and sputter.  He then informed her that as a gift, he had constructed for Mehmet a second false teeth gag, to be used for either punishment or pleasure as he saw fit.  The surgeon held it up in front of Peter’s face, and to her it looked identical to the first version with the only difference being that the cock portion of the gag hung looses like a condom instead of being a solid dildo.  “The genius of this gag my dear, is that the rubber structure of the gag portion is porous, allowing transmission from inside of the gag, to outside of the gag.”  With that he snapped on a pair of rubber gloves and placed a stainless steel dish on the table next to Peter’s head.  He then proceeded to inform Peter that just before she had awoken from her stupor, he had returned from having filled the steel bowl with a generous portion of fresh shit from his own rectum.  He started to stuff the rubber portion of the gag with his shit like it was some kind of sausage, until it was bulging and erect from the pressure of the contents within.  It was at least as thick if not thicker than her Master’s actual cock as she felt the doctor slide it home into the deep recesses of her throat.  “I estimate that it will take approximately 6 hours for all of my shit to liquefy and run through the gag into your throat my dear.  The beauty of this gag is that it can be filled with whatever your Master desires – liquid or solid.  As your saliva mingles with the contents you will be fed whatever it is that your Master has deemed necessary for you to ingest.”

All of his efforts had made Dr. Kizmir extremely horny, so he informed Peter that he would now use her for the main function that her miserable existence was now to serve – a man’s pleasure.  With the press of a button the entire exam chair lowered to the point that Peter was now at waist height for the diminutive doctor.  The bands holding her head and torso were released, as were her legs.  Her arms and neck remained restrained to hold her in place until the good doctor had finished with her.  Around his midsection Dr. Kizmir fastened another of his extensive collection of gigantic strap-on dildos.  As with the others, his small cock fit into the core of the dildo, so that once cinched in, it looked as though the dildo was actually his real cock.  This dildo consisted of a series of five bulbs, connected by thin sections of hard rubber that were just bigger than the diameter of his undersized organ.  The bulbs however, grew significantly as the phallus moved from one to the next.  The first was about the size of an egg, and the last was the size of a small melon.  Still gloved, the doctor used the remaining contents of the bowl of his turds to smear up and lube the length of the dildo.  With that done, he began to roughly shove and push the length of the strap-on into his bitch’s waiting cunt.  The first three bulbs were easy for Peter to take, having had Faisal’s big size 13 shoved all the way into her bowels, but the fourth took a great deal more effort both on the part of the doctor, and the slave.  With an audible “plop” it finally slid home, leaving only the gigantic fifth bulb outside of Peter’s ruined pussyhole.  Dr. Kizmir was rock hard inside of the dildo as he looked down and saw Peter’s pussylips blanche and strain to admit the globular invader. Although Peter had taken large objects into her snatch before, the shape of this dildo made it an excruciating endeavor – much to her tormentor’s delight.  Finally Dr. Kizmir’s body lurched forward and the final bulb sank into place deep in Peter’s hole.  Not content to stop there, Dr. Kizmir used all his might to push himself back from Peter’s bound frame, yanking the fourth and fifth bulbs back out again.  This was closely followed by shoving them right back in again, and after 20 or 30 repetitions the resistance of Peter’s sphincter had all but disappeared.  Sweating profusely, Dr. Kizmir drove the strap-on home one last time and shuddered with the ecstasy of a blinding orgasm.  After slowly coming down off of his high, he unstrapped the dildo from around his waist, withdrew his shrunken member, and without so much as a word left Peter strapped to the exam chair, stuffed with over 7 pounds of solid rubber, and a thick layer of slurry shitty lube.  As he left the room she heard him call to his assistants that the bitch was to be thoroughly cleaned and fisted before the next round of modification.

Next – Peter’s new body