Harem

Harem – Chapter 11

Peter spent the entire morning doubled over, her feet buckled to the floor and her arms being ever so slowly ratcheted further up her back into a painful reverse prayer position.  Her asslips were also being stretched, and were engorged with blood as they swelled and puffed up and away from her grotesquely distended pussy-hole.  By the end of the morning Peter’s small but developed bossoms had each been injected with 2 cups worth of Dr. Kizmir’s special silicone solution, and were now like two bouncy rubber balls – waiting to be knocked around and abused for a sadistic tormenters delight.  When Dr. Kizmir and one of his assistants released Peter from the harnessing in which she had been held, she fell to the floor exhausted from her ordeal.  “On your feet whore” Dr. Kizmir ordered – or you shall be dragged to your final treatment by your pathetic injected tits.  Fearing that the evil doctor was not even remotely joking, Peter hauled herself up to a standing position in front of the man who had permanently transformed her into a freakish sex-slave.  “Look at you” Dr. Kizmir sneered – “a tarted up whore not fit for anything but to serve as a plaything for a superior Muslim Master.  “Well – you will have that opportunity slut, for we only have one more treatment to complete before your Master has you permanently transferred to his home for his amusement…and your torture.”  With that Dr. Kizmir delivered a stinging slap right across Peter’s face, and led her into the next chamber in the seemingly unending maze of his private clinic.

“Your Master has specifically requested that we deliver you to him with amongst other things, a distended set of extremely sensitive and punishable pussy lips.  This is perhaps one of my favourite treatments to deliver slut – and for the whore, one of the most painful.”  Peter was instructed to climb a small platform in the centre of the room, and sit on the armless chair perched on top of it.  In the middle of the seat was a hole slightly smaller that one would find in a standard toilet seat.  Once seated, leather straps and buckles held her thighs fast against the seat, and a chain with a thick rubber posture collar was lowered from the ceiling. Once the collar was secured around Peter’s neck, Dr. Kizmir began to crank the chain attached to the collar back up toward the ceiling.  Peter found it increasingly hard to breathe, as the collar felt like it was about to pull her head right off of her shoulders.  Once properly adjusted, Dr. Kizmir turned his attention away from the slave’s head and neck, and towards her exposed ass, which was sagging, through the hole in the punishment chair.  With the touch of a button an extremely thick cylindrical column of hard rubber began to rise up out of the base of the platform.  The rubber appendage was slightly thicker than a wine bottle, and had a bullet shaped head on it.  It was unlubed, and as it slowly approached Peter’s waiting hole, Dr. Kizmir took delight in explaining what would soon transpire.  “You see slut, in order to perform this next treatment, I need to have your pussylips such as they already are pulled away from your useless cunt.  To do that, I shall shove a thick dry dildo into your hole, and then drag it back out slowly pulling your ass folds along with it.  Then we can start the true treatment.”  Almost on cue after that Peter felt the relentless invader begin to penetrate her ass.  The fact that the rubber was bone dry caused a great deal of friction with Peter’s sensitive skin, and she screamed out in pain as the column of rubber buried deeply into her hole.  In all, one full foot of thick hard dry rubber was shoved into the tortured slave, and left in place for about 10 minutes as Dr. Kizmir collected the equipment he needed.  All that this amounted to was a series of long rawhide leather thongs and a bowl of salt water. 

Dr. Kizmir seated himself beside the platform holding his victim, and by manipulating his control pad began the process of retracting the solid rubber dildo from Peter’s cunt.  As it slowly reversed its direction, the suction created pulled Peter’s soft puffy lips along with it – clinging to the sides of the rubber shaft.  Dr. Kizmir stopped the mechanism and began to tightly wrap a salt-water soaked thong tightly around the vulnerable asslips, causing them to blanche and along with that – causing Peter to wince in pain.  With the way that Dr. Kizmir wrapped the leather cord around Peter’s pussylips, the binding did not allow for any space between each winding of the cord.  Once he reached the end of the first cord, Dr. Kizmir retracted the giant dildo another three inches out of Peter’s snatch.  With her asslips now tightly tied to the sides of the pole in her cunt, Peter was in agony as the retraction of the dildo stretched and pulled her sensitive flesh three inches away from her sphincter.  Another cord was wrapped around her abused flesh in exactly the way the first one had been.  Peter was in agony, and Dr. Kizmir was in heaven.  All in all, Peter’s asslips were distended almost a full five inches away from her cunt, and looked like bloated purple balloons where they protruded from the ends of the leather thongs.  Dr. Kizmir however was not done yet.  Peter’s cunt was now lubed with a thick coating of sweat and ass slime, so the movement of the huge rubber dildo was much easier than before.  Dr. Kizmir set his machine to fuck Peter’s ass with the enormous phallus, taking her pussylips along with it – pulling them all the way inside of her and then grotesquely yanking them downward as it retreated towards the platform.  After a full 30 minutes of relentless fucking, the cords were released and the dildo fully removed.  Mehmet wanted drooping flabby pussylips that her could play with and abuse – but if Dr. Kizmir had left them bound for much longer, the flesh would have died from lack of oxygen and blood and been therefore useless as a means of entertaining the slut’s Master.

Once Peter was released from the posture collar and unstrapped from the chair – Dr. Kizmir brought over a hand held mirror and gave it to Peter to inspect herself with.  What she saw shocked and horrified her.  Her face looked like that of a clown.  Permanent make-up tattooed to make her look like a cheap slut, and lips that were so pumped up with Dr. Kizmir’s silicone solution that they could no longer close tightly or allow her to speak without sounding like a brainless bimbo.  She moved the mirror downward and looked at her round rubbery tits, protruding away from her torso and capped with erect eraser like nipples sticking straight out and begging to be abused.  The worst of all though, was when she placed the mirror between her legs and looked at the reflection of her rear end.  What she saw made her cry, and prompted a maniacal laugh from Dr. Kizmir.  Peter’s asshole was now incapable of closing completely, meaning that she would have to be plugged continuously in order to stop her hole from leaking its contents out and down her thighs.  The edges of her once tight sphincter were now a swollen and drooping mass of fleshy folds of skin, hanging down like a loose sleeve.  She was now ready to be put into permanent and complete sexual servitude to be further tortured and abused all for the pleasure of her fat, sadistic Arab Master.  This was her last thought before feeling a hypodermic piercing her shoulder, and the world around her going black.

“Welcome home my little slut.”  These were the fist words that greeted Peter as she came to from the sedative that Dr. Kizmir had administered.  As she blinked her eyes to clear her vision, she no longer saw the sadistic Doctor, but instead settled her fearful gaze on the hulking frame of her Master – Mehmet had his completed slave at last.  She was once again dressed in the full rubber burka, and quickly realized that she had been mounted on a large dildo with her feet strapped into two foot pads so that she could not raise herself off of the giant invader.  “It is late my dear, but I wanted to be here when you woke up from your sleep.  We will have more time to play in the morning…and after all, we have the rest of your life for me to enjoy and exploit your body for my pleasure.  So you go back to sleep now, and dream of ways that you can serve me and pleasure me.”  With that, Mehmet shoved a huge handful of steaming hot shit into Peter’s pouty-lipped mouth, and sealed it inside with a gag that looked like a baby’s pacifier.  Once strapped around her head, Mehmet shut off the lights and left the room.

Next – the final chapter.