Harem

With the departure of Dr. Kizmir, Peter was joined in the clinical exam room by two slender and expressionless rubber-covered slave-assistants that the good doctor seemed to have in endless supply.  They silently began their work carrying out the doctor’s final instructions – setting about to clean Peter out and keep her nicely loosened up for the next phase of Mehmet & Dr. Kizmir’s plan.  For her part, Peter now laid there, strapped down, stuffed with a shit-covered gigantic strap-on dildo, and permanently tattooed and altered for her Master’s pleasure.  The worst part, she knew that this was nowhere near the end of her torment at the hands of either of the sadists now controlling her every move.

One of the rubbered minions went into a storage room to retrieve a machine that would be needed for the slut’s cleaning, while the other grasped hold of Dr. Kizmir’s enormous strap-on dildo and yanked it free from Peter’s pussy.  Once empted from the huge rubber invader, Peter soon felt the now familiar sensation of a fist and forearm being inserted into her.  The assistant soon inserted his second hand and forearm to join the first, filling up Peter’s abused cunt, but not exactly stretching it since his arms were so slender, and Peter’s hole was so loose.  Peter was almost enjoying the feeling when it very quickly changed being pleasantly full to being stretched and torn apart.  Because the assistant’s arms were so slim, he was able to put them completely side by side inside of Peter’s rectum.  From there he clasped his hands deep down inside of the slut’s snatch, and used that as a fulcrum point as he began to separate his elbows from one another, causing the most grotesque straining and blanching of Peter’s pussy-lips.  Peter began to scream in agony, and for a brief instant as she squinted from behind clenched eyelids, she was sure that a diabolical smile appeared just briefly on the usually expressionless face of the rubber assistant.  The painful fisting and stretching was to continue however, as the assistant began to rotate his arms as if turning an imaginary steering wheel inside of the slut’s hole.  This coupled with pumping his arms in and out of the cavernous opening was upholding two of Dr. Kizmir’s most important rules – that the bitch be kept more and more stretched and dilated, and that she be kept in ever increasing amounts of agony as she progressed through her time at the clinic.

Peter had no idea how long it had been when the rubber covered orderly finally removed both of his arms from her insides, but she could see that the previously pristine white rubber that covered his arms and hands had become a mess of streaky brown stains from reaching what felt like all the way into Peter’s stomach during the extra deep and wide fisting session.

As the first assistant went to clean up, the second wheeled over a machine that was about the size of a dishwasher.  Donning thick shoulder length white industrial rubber gloves, the second assistant wheeled up a stool and sat between Peter’s splayed legs staring straight at the dilated pussy of the trussed up slave.  Using a regular cloth he first wiped the shitty residue clinging to the flabby outer lips of Peter’s pussy.  He then inserted into the hole a flanged device of hard rubber that had a criss-cross of metal traversing its open centre.  Attaching an allen key to the centre of the criss-cross, the second assistant began to ratchet open the hard rubber ring now propping open the slave’s hole.  With every turn of the key the metal criss-cross which acted like spokes on a wheel began to expand outward, the effect being that Peter’s hole began to stretch wider and wider apart.  It had the same effect as a speculum, but when fully opened Peter’s hole looked more like the drain in a sink than a human asshole.  The opening of the hole did not stop until the prop was fully dilated, and Peter’s hole was as big around as a coffee mug. 

The assistant then arose from his chair and pressed a button on the side of the exam chair causing it to rotate backward raising Peter’s ass to a level higher than her head.  The blood began to rush towards Peter’s temples,  and she could hear the assistant busily working with the machine that had been wheeled out of the storage room.  The orderly pulled a thick rubber hose from the machine and connected it to the flange of the prop holding the slut’s pussy wide open for its cleaning.  Once screwed on and tightened, the hose now formed a watertight seal and Peter was now ready for a very deep cleaning.  Dr. Kizmir had designed this machine himself as he was not satisfied with standard enema equipment available on the market.  This machine would not only fill and cleanse the slave, but the temperature of the water as well as the force of its injection could be tightly controlled.  The machine was also capable of extracting the water by means of an industrial suction mechanism.  The assistant punched some commands into the console on the side of the machine, and then joined his colleague at the door of the exam room.  They shut the light off as they left the room, leaving Peter hooked up to the machine, where she would spend the rest of the night being repeatedly filled to the point of bursting with anything from ice cold water to scalding hot blasts of liquid before every drop was forcefully vacuumed out of her.

When Dr. Kizmir flicked on the lights and entered the room, he loved the sight he beheld in front of him in the middle of the room.  Peter was sweating profusely and moaning in agony as she suffered no less that her thirtieth deep forceful enema of the night.  In fact it was now morning and the diabolical doctor was there to begin the day’s modifications.  Peter’s abdomen was taut, straining to retain the litres of fluid that had been pumped in to her.  Dr. Kizmir could not help but to lay his hand against her stomach, feeling the tight flesh like he were feeling the belly of a heavily pregnant woman.  As he enjoyed the sensation he heard the emptying cycle begin, and Peter began to moan more loudly as the cleansing machine sucked the water from his insides so violently that Peter was certain that it would pull out her intestines along with the fluid.  Once she was emptied, Dr. Kizmir detached the rubber cleaning hose, and wheeled the machine back to its place in the storage room.  He then loosened and removed the gasket holding Peter open, the elasticity in her asslips now all but gone as the orifice remained gaping open even after the hard rubber ring was taken away.  Righting the chair, Dr. Kizmir was able to fully admire the previous days adjustments to Peter’s appearance.  The permanent make-up looked whorish and cheap, and the silicone in the bitch’s lips had fully cured leaving her lips with the texture of hard rubber erasers that were nicely pouted and slightly open – the perfect cocksucker’s mouth.  In fact, the modifications to her lips would now leave her with a slight speech impediment that made her sound like a brainless bimbo when she spoke.  The good doctor wished his patient good morning, and informed her that they had a busy day in front of them.  “Before we begin out next procedure though you infidel whore, I have brought you a delicious breakfast treat”  Dr. Kizmir then produced the most disgusting thing Peter thought she had ever seen.  He had taken an extra-thick long knotty looking turd, and frozen it onto the end of a stick to make a foul smelling shit popsicle.  “You can practice your cock sucking technique by sucking and slurping on your special treat me dear” the doctor announced.  Having no choice, Peter accepted the popsicle and began to suck on it.  As the shit thawed and dissolved Peter had to slurp it down since she could not completely close her mouth with her freshly injected lips.  By the time she had finished her breakfast there was a trail of liquefied shit dripping down to her chin – a sight that Dr. Kizmir liked very much indeed.  “You can look forward to more interesting meals my dear over the rest of your time as Mehmet’s personal whore.

Peter was then released from the chair to which she had been bound for so many hours, and led by a leash to the room next door.  All the while Dr. Kizmir explained to her that for today’s session, she would be kept awake for the entire time so that she could enjoy the full experience.  Peter was certain that there would be nothing enjoyable about it. 

In the centre of the room a large loose leather harness hung from the ceiling, and two orthopedic looking shoes were bolted side by side to the floor.  Peter was led over to the pair of shoes, and strapped into them.  They were tightly laced so that her feet were now fixed into place.  She then had to bend 90 degrees at the waist so that her torso was supported in the leather sling-like harness.  Once her upper body was supported, her arms were brought behind her back and her wrists were secured with a special set of cuffs.  She was now helpless once again, a piece of meat trussed up and ready to be assaulted for her master’s pleasure.  Once secured, Dr. Kizmir set about arranging the items he would need for the day’s activities.

First he went to the wall at the head end of Peter’s helpless frame, and pulled forward a retractable cable attached to a mechanical winch.  The cable was attached to the cuffs holding Peters wrists behind her back, and the winch was switched on.  “By the end of the day my little infidel slut, your hands will be in an excruciating reverse prayer position behind your neck.”  He then went to the wall at the ass end of the slave’s bound frame, and pulled forward a second retractable cable.  This one ended in a circular clamp that was firmly attached to the distended lips of Peter’s pussy – all the way around.  It too was attached to a winch system although not as strong of a pull would be applied to this end of Peter’s anatomy as would be applied to her arms.  “By the end of the day my dear we will have stretched these lovely pussylips so that they remain permanently loose and flabby for your master to enjoy and torture to his heart’s content.

The final assault for the day was a small unassuming machine placed directly underneath her chest.  Two tubules were brought up from the machine and placed over each of her nipples.  Suction held the tubes in place, and once Dr. Kizmir flicked a switch on the machine Peter felt the sting of two hypodermics piercing the very centre of each of her nipples.  Theses needles had been outfitted with retractable barbs that once embedded in the bitch’s tit-flesh prevented the removal of the needles until the machine had been switched off.  The level of suction was then increased several fold, and the tubules began to retract into the machine, painfully distending Peter’s fledgling tits away from her body.  Dr. Kizmir explained that as the nipples and tit-flesh were stretched, the needles embedded in her breasts would slowly inject a similar silicone compound into her boobs as had been injected into her lips.  The consistency of the finished product would be a good deal softer than the hardened rubbery lips that were needed for cocksucking, but the effects would indeed be permanent.  Mehmet did not want giant tits on his slave, just a perky set of A-cup sized knockers that he could play with and abuse.  “Enjoy your day slut – you will be in this position for many many hours.”

Peter wondered just how much more modification would be required of her before Mehmet would be satisfied.  Much to Dr. Kizmir’s chagrin, the only remaining work that was required was some adjustment to the sluts asslips once they were sufficiently stretched.  She would then be ready to begin a lifetime of degrading humiliation and sexual exploitation at the hands of her sadistic Turkish master.