The business trip to Riyadh had been an uneventful one for Peter.  Having just started with an American petrochemical company he had been excited to be offered the chance to travel as part of his job.  Little did he know that his trip was about to take a decided turn for the worse.

Across the breakfast room in the hotel Mehmet was staring at the clean-shaven handsome American while he slowly sipped his coffee.  This white man was just Mehmet’s type – smooth light skin, slim build, an almost effeminate look.  He decided right there that he had to possess this object of his desires, and he began to hatch his plan as he finished his breakfast.

It had been simple for a wealthy and connected man like Mehmet to bribe the American’s hired driver.  After all, Mehmet was a close friend of a certain Saudi prince who secretly shared some of Mehmet’s more private proclivities.  In Saudi Arabia on business from the home base of his company in Ankara, the procurement of his prize he knew would not be difficult – rather the extraction of his conquest back to his native Turkey.  This is where the help of his high-ranking friend would come in handy.

Sorry Sir, sorry Sir the driver repeated to Peter as he explained the fake breakdown of the car on the way to Peter’s last business meeting.  Quite quickly the driver had blurted out something about going back to the gas station they had passed not long ago to get a mechanic to come and sort out the car trouble.  With that the driver took off leaving Peter with the car, and quite confused.  Peter did not speak any Arabic, and frankly had no idea where they were in the city as this had been his first trip to Riyadh.  Trying to sort out how he could get a hold of the colleagues he was supposed to be meeting with 20 minutes later he did not even notice the sleek black limousine pull up beside his car. 

Shit! Peter muttered under his breath.  Even though the delay would not be his fault he was upset at this inconvenience disrupting his first business trip in his new job.  Peter desperately wanted to make a good impression for his bosses, and hopefully move up the corporate ladder.  The more impatient he became the more convinced he seemed that this untimely breakdown would jeopardize his advancement.

“What seems to be the trouble” the tall dark Arab driver of the limo said to Peter as he leaned his head into Peter’s rolled down car window.  Peter sat right back in the seat, startled by the statement as he had not even noticed the limo’s approach never mind the fact that the driver had gotten out and approached his car. 

“Uh – we seem to have had some kind of engine trouble”  Peter replied.  My driver has gone back to a gas station to get some assistance.  “I see” said Ahmet – the limo driver.  “I will tell my employer that we can be on our way then.  He had wanted to check that there was no serious trouble before we continued on to his office downtown.  You don’t by chance require a lift to that part of town do you?  My employer has instructed me that if this is the case he would be happy to offer you transport.”

Peter couldn’t believe his luck – and more out of his ambition to please his superiors than out of any good & common sense, he exited his vehicle and was ushered in to the limo of an absolute stranger.  It would be one of the last conscious decisions for himself that he would ever make.

As Ahmet opened the limo door for Peter, he was struck by the size of the driver.  Standing 6’2” tall, Ahmet was built like a bull.  He had been a wrestler in Turkey prior to his employment by Mehmet – whom he now served as driver and bodyguard.  Peter slipped past the giant man and into the cool interior of the car where he found himself seated across from the man who would become his master.  Mehmet was himself a large man, only standing 5’10” tall, but weighing a portly 240 lbs.  He lived a life of privilege, and liked to indulge himself as his wealth would allow.

“Good morning”  Mehmet said to Peter in his heavily accented English.  Peter returned the pleasantry and thanked his seemingly good Samaritan for stopping to help.  “Think nothing of it my friend” came the reply – “my driver Ahmet will leave a note in your car stating that we have delivered you on to your destination.”  There would of course be no note, and shortly after the limo took off, Peter’s car would disappear forever, as would his hired driver – just one more mysterious disappearance of a foreigner in a foreign land like so many other times throughout history.

“Please please”  Mehmet insisted, “have some water with lemon.”  Peter eagerly accepted as even the short disruption in his car trip had made him quite thirsty in the heat of the Saudi summer.  The lemon perfectly disguised the slightly bitter taste of the strong tranquilizer that laced the beverage.  “Where can we take you?”  inquired Mehmet.  Peter turned and gave the name of the office building to Ahmet, but then began to drift into a deep slumber that he would not awaken from for a few hours.

During the time that he had been drugged, Ahmet had sped the limo through the streets of Riyadh to his boss’s warehouse on the outskirts of town.  The big Turk slung the unconscious American over his shoulder, and lugged his human cargo into the warehouse to begin the next phase of Mehmet’s plan.

As Peter began to waken, he tried to move his arms and legs but found that he was restrained by handcuffs and leg irons.  Feeling totally perplexed he tried to sit up but was snapped back down onto the thin mattress by a chain attached to both the wall, and a collar around his neck.  Instantly panicked, Peter began to yell for help.  He was shocked to see Ahmet, the limo driver who had offered him a ride enter the room.  Without a word, Ahmet strode over to Peter and delivered a clubbing blow across his face with the back of his hand.  “Silence”  Ahmet demanded.  “You will not speak without permission from your master to do so.”  “What?!”  Peter exclaimed – which was followed by another such blow from Ahmet’s other hand.  Now bleeding from his nose Peter decided against another outburst while he tried to figure out his situation.  “You will remain silent”  Ahmet demanded, “and await your Master’s  arrival”.  With that Ahmet spun on his heels, and exited the room. 

Peter took stock of his surroundings, a dimly lit empty room with nothing in it save the small bed to which he was shackled.  It was only at that point that Peter realized that all he had on was a thin muslin cloth wrapped around his midsection.  Barely enough fabric to cover his manhood.  Desperately Peter tried to sort out in his head what had happened, but he could come up with no definitive answer save that if Ahmet was here, then his current predicament must also have something to do with the heavy set owner of the limo that he had gotten in to.

About 15 minutes later, the door opened again, and this time both Ahmet and Mehmet entered one after another.  “Remain silent”  warned Ahmet as he removed Peter’s collar, and replaced it with the loop at the end of a long 1” wide strip of leather.  Ahmet cinched up the loop almost to the point of stangling Peter, and dragged him up to a standing position.  His change in position was brief however, for as soon as he was brought upright, he was forced by the muscular manservant to a kneeling position in front of Mehmet.  Greet your new Master with respect growled Ahmet as he forced Peter’s head down to the floor in front of Mehmet’s feet.  “Very nice”  whispered Mehmet, as he gazed down at the milky white vision prostrated at his feet.  “Bring him” commanded Mehmet as he turned and exited the room.

Ahmet began to drag Peter from the room by his “leash”  leaving Peter no choice but to crawl as fast as he could to keep up with the two men.

He was led down the hall to another much larger room, sumptuously decorated with ornate furnishings and smelling vaguely of incense.  Mehmet took his seat on a large padded wing chair while Ahmet deposited Peter on the floor in front of him.  At least he was more comfortable in this room as the floor was covered from wall to wall in several layers of rich Turkish carpets.

“So”  Mehmet began, “you must be wondering what has happened to you.”  Peter was instructed to listen carefully as his situation would only be explained to him once.  “ I have decided to take you as my concubine, and my slave.  I have looked for a very long time for a man such as you to turn into my sex slave and personal property.  You will remain here where you are until you are sufficiently trained to return with me to my home in Ankara.  You will now begin the process of learning how to obey, pleasure, and service me in whatever way I desire.  Your will is no longer your own.  You will exist to service me.”

Peter had no way of knowing how dire those statements were.  Mehmet was a single-minded man with a voracious and perverse sexual appetite.  Being a Muslim in the secular country of Turkey did not afford him the kind of control over others that he longed for.  In fact, even here in Saudi Arabia where a wealthy man could control women and others to a great extent, the laws did not provide for what Mehmet had in store for his new slave.

With the explanation of his enslavement complete, Mehmet instructed Ahmet to prepare the slave for his first lesson.  With that Ahmet dragged Peter over to an adjoining room that looked like a cross between a bedroom and a torture chamber.  A huge gilt king size bed dominated one side of the room, while the rest contained furniture and equipment right out of a BDSM enthusiast’s fantasy.  Ahmet manhandled Peter over to one corner of the room, and although Peter struggled he was no match for the former wrestler.  Ahmet wrapped one of his large hands around Peter’s already constricted throat and began to squeeze.  With his air supply all but cut off he saw a demonic glare in Ahmet’s eyes.  He would come to recognize that look very well as Ahmet loved to inflict pain on a submissive slut.  Peter stopped his struggling and allowed the powerful Turk to position him as his master required.  Positioned on his knees, Peter’s feet and hands were both chained to the floor, effectively keeping him from moving.  Ahmet went to the wall and removed a leather harness which he began strapping on to Peter’s head.  The harness included a hard molded plastic ring gag that Ahmet shoved in to Peter’s mouth.  With the harness cinched up the gag kept Peter’s mouth wide open, and the plastic component continued back in his mouth almost to the point of making him gag.  Your first lesson slut, Ahmet instructed, will be learning how to pleasure your master’s cock with that pussy on your face.  Peter began to panic – he was completely straight and this surreal situation was becoming more and more alarming by the minute.

With that, Ahmet withdrew to a position about 10 feet away while Mehmet entered the room.  He had removed all of his clothes, and strode over to his new slave with his semi-erect cock swinging proudly in front of him.  Mehmet loved to be deep throated, but had found few women or men who could take his extra large cock as deeply or as vigorously as he liked for as long as he liked.  The solution – train a slave that has no option but to do his bidding – and that process was about to begin.  Mehmet grasped his swelling shaft and began to rub his meaty cockhead all over Peter’s face.  A thick trail of precum began to form, clinging to Peter’s cheeks, forehead, and distended lips.  “For now we will conduct your training with the assistance of this gag”  Mehmet told him, “but soon you will beg for my cock in your mouth and throat without such a cumbersome device.”  With that Mehmet inserted his still growing cockhead into the tube gag, and worked it slowly deeper until he could feel the back of Peter’s throat.  Peter began to gag and retch, which completed the hardening of his master’s cock.  Fully erect, Mehmet possessed a 9” circumcised cock that that was as thick as a toilet roll.  He pressed another inch of his meat into his slave’s spasming throat.  The gagging intensified but unfazed Mehmet kept feeding his tool into Peter’s waiting throat until the entire length of his meat was buried in Peter’s face.  The violent gagging and retching continued and Peter’s body tried to expel the invader by vomiting – but he was so thoroughly plugged by the Arab’s cock that the bile had nowhere to go but back into Peter’s belly.  Snot began to pour from Peter’s nostrils and just as he was starting to black out from lack of oxygen Mehmet withdrew his snake enough to allow the slave a gulp of air.  This process was repeated several times until Mehmet’s cock was coated with a thick layer of slime from deep inside of Peter’s throat, providing perfect lubrication for the Arab master.  The tight contractions of Peter’s throat were providing a great deal of pleasure for Mehmet, and he continued the oral raping of his slave for another 20 minutes.  Exhausted, Peter’s throat began to relax and accommodate the thick invader, reducing the spasming contractions that Mehmet had been enjoying.  So he snapped his fingers and Ahmet moved in on Peter.  Out of his peripheral vision Peter saw Ahmet’s approach, and soon felt the bodyguard’s meaty hand back around his throat – once again squeezing and cutting off Peter’s air supply.  Struggling for air, the slave’s throat muscles once again started to spasm, and Mehmet blew his huge load of cum directly down his pussyboy’s gullet.  Once he came down from his orgasm Mehmet had to tell Ahmet three times to release Peter’s throat from his grasp.  Peter would later learn that the previous candidate for the position he was now in had inadvertently been killed by Ahmet due to his lust for inflicting pain and suffering.  Gasping for air around the now spongy fuckmeat of his master, Peter became aware that Mehmet was neither withdrawing his cock from his mouth, nor continuing to thrust it inward.  Mehmet had decided that Peter’s next lesson should be his first step to becoming the domineering Turk’s personal toilet.  This was something that Mehmet very much liked training a submissive slave to do – and before he was through this bitch would be turned into his full service toilet whore amongst other degrading and humiliating tasks.  As Mehmet relaxed, he told his slave to get ready to receive a gift – the gift of his master’s piss.  Peter desperately wanted to get away, but Mehmet’s hands wrapped around the back of his head ensured that he stayed put while the long stream of urine was deposited into his belly.

With both his cock and his bladder relieved, Mehmet unceremoniously removed his cock from Peter’s mouth with a loud slurp.  This was followed by a large glob of phlegm that erupted from Peter’s mouth and began running down his chin onto the floor.

See to her cleaning and preparation for tonight Mehmet instructed his bodyguard.  I shall want to use her throat again as well as her cunt.  Peter was alarmed by his master’s referral to him in the female gender, but had little time to contemplate the matter as Ahmet was once again on him in an instant.  Mehmet strode out of the room while Ahmet stood over Peter with that increasingly familiar gleam in his eyes.  Peter was about to start suffering for the pleasure of his master.  A role that he would fulfill for the rest of his life.

Next Chapter : Peter is opened, greased, and mounted.

The burly bodyguard un-strapped the gag from Peter’s mouth and yanked it out.  Peter coughed and spluttered as his face had become stiff with his mouth being stretched open for such a long period of time.  Ahmet replaced the gag on a nearby shelf and then returned to unlatch the slave’s chains holding him in place on the floor.  He then grabbed Peter’s face and squeezed causing his eyes to tear, and his mouth to open and contort.  “Time to get ready for your next lesson bitch”  Ahmet growled, giving Peter’s face an extra squeeze before shoving his head back with such force that Peter found himself flat on his back on the floor.

Ahmet scooped up the end of the slave’s leather leash that was still attached around his neck, and proceeded to drag Peter off towards yet another room within the private apartments built in to Mehmet’s huge warehouse.

Paying little attention to his surroundings and just trying not to get strangled by the tight leather leash Peter didn’t notice right away that the next room in the complex was tiled from floor to ceiling in marble.  This was in fact the first chamber of Mehmet’s Turkish bath that he had installed in the warehouse.  The room was warm but not hot, and very slightly steamy & humid.  Ahmet placed his size 13 foot square in the middle of Peter’s back and forced him roughly down on to his belly on the floor.  Pinning him there while he removed the cord from around the slave’s neck.

“First you will sweat”  Ahmet said, “and then you will be prepared for your master’s pleasure.”  With that Ahmet practically picked Peter up by the back of his neck and dragged him over to the side of the room, throwing him through a doorway and then slamming the door behind him.  Peter now found himself in a small sauna, and heard Ahmet bolting the door from the outside.  He was stuck in this cedar box until his captors decided to let him out.  Slowly the temperature began to climb as Ahmet adjusted the dial on the wall.  He left his quarry to stew while he disappeared into yet another anteroom to undress and get ready. 

After nearly 20 minutes in the stifling heat of the sauna, Peter felt weak and was covered in a thick layer of sweat.  He was relieved to hear the door being unlocked, but was quietly alarmed when the door swung open and the sight of Ahmet stripped except for a thin cotton wrap around his midsection filled the doorframe.  Ahmet’s skin was the colour of caramel but was covered in a tick pelt of coarse black hair that seemingly extended across his entire body.  Huge muscular arms with bulging biceps, traps raising menacingly from the tops of his shoulders, two enormous slabs of muscle for pecs on his chest, and powerful thick legs.  Ahmet simply raised his hand and motioned with his index finger for Peter to approach him and exit the sauna.  Maybe it was the heat and his desire to get out of the sauna, or maybe it was the first sign of the breakdown of his free will – but peter simply looked at the floor and complied with the silent command, walking right up in front of the hulking Arab and hanging his head down in submission.

“First your filthy infidel’s body must be cleansed” Ahmet stated as he guided Peter towards the marble platform that dominated the centre of the room.  Ahmet donned a sock-like tool over his right hand and proceeded to use it to scrub every square inch of Peter’s body with such vigour that the slave thought he would be rubbed raw.  Not even his face was spared as Ahmet pried open Peter’s mouth and grabbed a hold of his lower jaw by inserting his four meaty thick fingers in to fill the slaves mouth while his thumb was positioned underneath the jaw.  Peter felt like he was being held in a vice as Ahmet raked and scrubbed the coarse cloth over the slave’s face.  After being doused with warm soapy water and rinsed thoroughly, the process of tenderizing the slave’s body began.  By the end of the process Peter felt like little more than a slab of meat that was being prepared to be served up on a platter to the waiting Mehmet.  In fact that is exactly what he was.

The massage portion of the cleaning began with Ahmet flipping Peter over on to his belly and grabbing handfuls of the muscle tissue on his back – wringing it and squeezing it with such force that Peter yelped in pain and wriggled to try to break free.  The more Peter wriggled the harder Ahmet grabbed and mauled the submissive’s body, beginning to grunt and work up a sweat himself.  After wringing out all of Peter’s scrawny muscles, Ahmet began limbering up Peter’s joints.  This was where things had all gone wrong with the previous slave, Ahmet inadvertently snapping his spine while preparing him for the use of his master.

Still on his belly, Peter felt Ahmet’s bare size 13 once again planted on his back, this time right at the base of his spine.  Ahmet then leaned forward and grabbed both of Peter’s wrists, pulling them straight upward as he pressed down with the strength of his massive legs.  Peter’s entire upper body was raised up towards the ceiling with his lower body firmly planted on the marble platform by Ahmet’s foot.  The strain on Peter’s shoulders and lower spine was tremendous, and he began to gasp in pain from the experience.  A wide grin began to spread across Ahmet’s face.  Peter was held in this painful position for a full minute before Ahmet unceremoniously let go of both wrists letting Peter flop back down on to the marble like a dead fish.  Next Ahmet gave himself a quarter turn and leaving his foot planted in Peter’s lower back he grabbed one of the slave’s ankles.  Peter’s leg was then yanked up into the air behind him once again eliciting a cry of pure agony.   This process was repeated for the opposite leg before Ahmet climbed fully on top of the slave, placing each of his knees right into the fleshy mounds of either of Peter’s ass globes.  Ahmet then leaned forward and placed his ham hock hands on the back of Peter’s ribcage.  At this point Peter had the full weight of the former wrestler pressing him down into the unforgiving marble, making it very difficult for the slave even to breathe.  As Peter allowed some air to escape his lungs, Ahmet thrust his weight downward on to Peter’s mid-back and ribs eliciting an audible crack and forcing the rest of the air from Peter’s struggling lungs.  It was like the most severe chiropractic maneuver Peter had ever experienced.  Ahmet eased his weight back, allowed Peter to catch a breath, and then repeated the procedure a little lower on the slave’s spine.  Four cracks in all, Peter was beginning to feel completely limp and unable to move on his own.  Ahmet then flipped him over like a side of meat onto his back.  The sadistic masseur sat beside Peter and placed one of his feet in Peter’s left armpit, the other against the left side of Peter’s neck.  Grabbing a hold of Peter’s left wrist Ahmet leaned back and pulled on Peter’s arm to the point that the slave was certain that his shoulder would be torn from its socket.  Peter begged to be let go, but Ahmet just laughed and gave an extra tug to his quarry’s wing.  The procedure was repeated to Peter’s right arm.  The final part of the “massage” involved Ahmet bringing Peter’s knees in towards his chest, and then leaning onto the slave’s shins forcing him even further into the balled up position.  Ahmet lunged forward onto Peter’s compressed body with all of his weight behind him, and another mighty crack was released from somewhere in Peter’s spinal column.  As Ahmet stood up beside the tenderized slave, Peter laid limply like the vanquished opponent in a wrestling match beside his cruel man-handler.  “Now you are ready to be opened”  Ahmet announced as he exited the room to retrieve some needed equipment.  Peter might have been able to escape Ahmet’s clutches at this point if he had been able to move.  The truth however was that the big Arab’s “massage” had left Peter barely able to sit up never mind effect an escape.  Ahmet knew this to be the case as he leisurely went about collecting the items he needed.

An extra large enema bag complete with plug applicator, a thick but flexible 24” long rubber dildo, a canister of thickened greasy lube, a device that looked like an enormous hypodermic syringe, and a set of steel fetters – Ahmet’s collection was now complete.

Placing all of his equipment on the marble platform, Ahmet grabbed a handful of Peter’s hair and dragged him off and down to the floor.  Peter yelped and grabbed his head, but Ahmet paid no more attention to this cry of pain than he had any of the previous ones.  He had deliberately not brought in a gag as he like to hear his prey squeal, moan, and scream in agony. 

Ahmet yanked Peter’s hands back between his knees and proceeded to lock each ankle and each wrist in to the fetters.  This done, Pete was face down on the floor with his ass stuck up invitingly for Ahmet to prepare.  The first step was to flush out Peter’s pussy.  The enema bag was filled with warm soapy water, and without any lube the plug applicator was shoved in to Peter’s cunt.  Peter grunted at the forced intrusion, but was about to experience the cramping filling pain of a deep large enema.  He was filled and emptied five times, each time with warmer and warmer water until the last enema consisted of hot water that was making Peter sweat profusely.  With his waters now running clear, Ahmet prepared to grease the prostrated bitch.  The big Turk filled the oversized hypo with a pint of the thickened greasy lube and attached a long thin applicator to it.  Since the applicator was smaller than that of the enema bag Peter barely felt its insertion.  What he did feel however was the filling feeling of a pint of lubrication being expressed into his innards.  The applicator on the lubricator was long and extended deep into Peter’s bowels, thoroughly greasing him for the next step.  “Now”  Ahmet announced, “we loosen up that cunt.”  With that Ahmet gripped the two foot long rubber dong and placed the head of it at the winking sphincter of Peter’s anus.  Taking his time, Ahmet slowly increased the pressure until the slave’s ass lips began to surrender their resistance to the rubber invader.  He then eased off allowing the unwilling pussy to close up again.  This was not done to be kind to Peter however – rather because Ahmet liked to savor this part of his duties.  Gradually Ahmet worked the head of the dildo into the slave’s hole, stopping at that point to take in the sight of the virgin hole trying to stretch to accommodate its girth.  “This dildo is 2 feet long” Peter heard his abuser announce.  “You will take all of it before we are finished here bitch” came the next pronouncement.  With that Peter let loose with another grunt as he felt the thick rubber shaft begin to move deeper inside of his guts.

Slowly, inch by inch, Ahmet began to feed the length of the dildo into Peter’s ass.  Mehmet had been quite precise with his instructions – training for depth first, and girth would come later conducted by Mehmet himself.  He loved to take tight male anuses and turn them into gaping slut pussies on a permanent basis.  Peter was now moaning pretty continuously as Ahmet’s progress was mad by advancing about an inch at a time and then backing off by about half that length of the rubber cock.  The dildo had been specifically chosen for its flexibility which would allow Ahmet to work through the twists and turns of Peter’s bowels that would need to be navigated in order to fill the slut with two full feet of thick rubber.  “How are you enjoying your first cock bitch?”  Ahmet asked with a sneer – not expecting an answer from the now babbling slave boy.  “Please”  Peter began to beg – “no more, no more”.  “You are not even half way to what your master requires of you slut” came the response.  Once Ahmet had about 10 inches of the snake buried in Peter’s guts he began to slowly withdraw it from the slowly stretching tunnel until it was almost all of the way removed.  Only the head remained buried.  Mehmet had instructed Ahmet about what he wanted…how Ahmet accomplished the task was up to him alone.  The big Turk then began to give the bitch boy a good old fashioned dildo fucking with 10 full inches of black rubber.  Over and over Ahmet with drew the dong only to shove it deep back down into Peter’s belly.  After about 5 minutes of long dicking the slave with 10 inches, Ahmet returned to feeding more of the length into the virgin ass-pussy.  At about 13 inches Ahmet met a resistance that must have been a kink in Peter’s bowels.  Ahmet applied more and constant inward pressure on the dildo which prompted a new decibel level of Peter’s moaning.  Peter was now drooling profusely from his mouth and nose as his face was squashed against the marble floor and his once virgin asshole was being plumbed by his master’s muscular manservant.  The constant pressure paid off as all of a sudden another three full inches of rubber sank into Peter’s bowels.  And so the process continued until only the base of the 2 foot monster remained outside of Peter’s anal opening.  It had taken a full hour, but he was now packed full of black rubber cock, slowly stretching in order to accommodate whatever plans his master Mehmet had for him that evening.

In order to keep the dildo from being expelled, Ahmet worked a tight pair of rubber panties up Peter’s legs which fit so snugly that the dildo could not even back out of the bitch’s ass by so much as an inch.  The panties were bright pink, another ominous reference to femininity that caused Peter more than a little concern.  If only he knew what was in store in the days, weeks, months and even years ahead.

“Up you get cunt” Ahmet instructed as he dragged Peter into a full standing position in front of him.  “You are almost ready to service your master once again” came the next pronouncement.  Back into the anteroom Peter was led so that the last required piece of equipment could be applied for his full preparation.  “You will once again be servicing your lord & master’s cock with your mouth pussy tonight bitch, and you still need help in order to take him down into your throat as is required.”  Peter was sure that this meant he would once again have his head strapped in to the vicious ring gag that Mehmet has used earlier to allow for the long deep throating session, but instead Ahmet grabbed a different item from the shelf and approached Peter grabbing a firm hold of his face and jaw.  “Open up cunt” he ordered, squeezing Peter’s face so forcefully that he either had to open his mouth or have his face crushed by the iron grip of his abusers powerful hand.  Peter was forced to his knees as the head of a dildo similar to one now occupying his intestines was fed into his mouth.  This dildo however had three main differences.  First, it was not as thick as the version that was buried in his pussy, but was certainly already a mouthful with only the head in his mouth.  Second, it was only one foot long instead of two.  The last difference was that even though it was made of very flexible soft black rubber, there was a hollow centre to the dildo that was only about a quarter of an inch in diameter, but ran the entire length of the dildo.  “Your throat pussy must also be stretched for your master’s pleasure” Ahmet announced as he began to feed the dildo towards the back of Peter’s gullet.  Peter was trying to throw up – gagging violently but to no avail as the super strong Ahmet pushed past the gag reflex depositing the head of the dildo into Peter’s throat.  “I suggest you learn how to breathe through the hole in the centre” Ahmet advised “if you want to live”.  It was at this point that Peter truly understood that this swarthy giant of a man really didn’t care if his brutality caused Peter’s death.  Slowly and with a great deal of spluttering and retching Peter began to get air through the small hole in the centre of his penis gag.  Because the hole was so small, Peter had to concentrate fully on just breathing in and out, making him less aware of Ahmet’s continuing assault.  Slowly but surely 12 inches of rubber was fed down into Peter’s throat – acclimatizing his windpipe to its new function as cockshaft massager.  At the base of the sinister gag was a bulb of solid rubber with a metal pull ring embedded into it.  The last part of the process involved Ahmet placing the heel of his massive hand onto this bulb of rubber and shoving in to Peter’s mouth to fully seat it behind the slave’s teeth.  This was not going to be easy, or painless, to remove.  With only the metal ring dangling outside of his mouth and a small portion of the black rubber visible, Peter’s face looked like a bathtub drain with the stopper in place.  Ahmet proudly ran his thumb along the outline of the footlong invader clearly visible along the slave’s neck & throat.  In addition to stretching his windpipe, this device also kept peter completely mute as it pressed on his vocal cords during it’s progress down the inside of Peter’s throat.

Still trying hard not to choke to death, Ahmet led the fully stuffed living sextoy to Mehmet’s bedchamber.  There he fastened a metal a metal harness around the base of Peter’s cock, with the harness being attached to the wall via a long thin chain.  Without another word Ahmet left the slave there – slowly stretching and stewing while awaiting whatever degradations would be visited upon him by his new master.

Next: Fucked, fisted, and instructions for another hole to be stretched & opened.

Peter had only been alone in the bedchamber for 10 minutes when Mehmet entered the room, wrapped in a luxurious silk robe.  He sat in an armchair beside the bed and put his feet up on the bed, rubbing his large toes around on Peter’s face, which was covered in drool from having his mouth and throat stuffed by the long black rubber dildo.  As the master relaxed and played with his new slave Ahmet came in to the room carrying a nargileh, a water pipe, and placed it beside his employer.  “That will be all”  Mehmet said to his manservant.  Ahmet turned and left, disappointed that he would not be able to watch the evening’s festivities, but buoyed by the fact that he would soon enough get another opportunity to place with the skinny white infidel.

Mehmet puffed away at his pipe, getting more high and more aroused by the minute.  The smell of the smoke was thick in the room, and Peter got the feeling that his master was simply preparing himself for what was to come.  Once satisfied, Mehmet moved his pipe off to the side, took off his robe, and strode over toward his tethered prey.  He was self confident and decadent, and cared not at all about the opinions of others.  He rubbed his bulging belly and belched as he grabbed the chain attached to Peter’s balls.  “Get ready to service your lord and master bitch” Mehmet announced as he yanked on the chain applying a vicious stretch to the slavetoy’s sack.  If Peter could have cried out or even moaned he would have – but the rubber invader occupying his throat prevented even the most basic of sounds.  Instead a tear rolled down his cheek – which made Mehmet smile from ear to ear.  He leaned in and whispered in Peter’s ear…”you’re going to do more than cry for me tonight my girl.”  Once again Peter was perplexed by the referral to him in the feminine.  Little did he know that before Mehmet was through with him he would be little more than a harem girl in the finest tradition of Muslim overlords of ancient times.  A slave, a concubine, a living breathing sextoy to be used, modified, abused, degraded, and plied for her master’s pure pleasure.  Unfortunately for Peter his master was a sadist of the highest order.

“Perhaps we will start with that warm wet mouth of yours my dear” Mehmet suggested.  “Would you like me to remove your gag?” he asked.  Peter nodded his head vigorously as Mehmet rubbed his stubby thumb in the drool collected around Peter’s tightly stretched lips.  Mehmet took hold of the ring embedded in Peter’s penis gag, and began to pull.  As the dildo began to back out of the slave’s mouth the bulbous rubber end that was seated behind Peter’s teeth started to stretch his mouth even wider.  Peter’s lips turned completely white as the blood was squelched out of them from the extreme tension.  The skin at the corners of his mouth began to tear ever so slightly as the end of the dildo popped free with a slurp.  Peter’s relief was almost immediate as he thought the entire length of the diabolical throat stretcher would soon be removed.  He was wrong of course, as Mehmet decided to take this opportunity to play with his new toy.  He slowly withdrew the shaft of the dildo from Peter’s throat, amazed that this thick column of rubber had been able to fit in such a tight space.  Mehmet was mesmerized, looking at the lump in Peter’s throat slowly recede.  The surface of the dildo was coated in thick phlegm from Peter’s throat, making it easier for Mehmet to slide the invader back in to rest deeply in his bitch’s throat.  “How about we fuck your throat with this before we fuck it with your Master’s cock my little whore?”  Mehmet asked.  Peter began to cry uncontrollably from the pain as his master repeatedly pulled eight inches of the dildo’s length out, only to ram it back home with brutal thrusts.  Peter’s throat began to gurgle and spasm, coughing up copious amounts of gelatinous saliva.  Mehemt wanted to work up a good lather in his cuntwhore’s throat before plumbing it with his huge Arab cock.

As Mehmet completely removed the dildo from Peter’s mouth the slave’s head slung forward, coughing and spluttering while trying to gulp in large amounts of air.  Even this mild amount of suffering had hardened Mehmet’s cock into a steel rod, which he quickly inserted into his slave’s mouth pussy in one long stroke.  Peter’s reprieve had been brief, as he once again found his throat invaded and stretched – this time around the pulsing thick member of his Master.  Mehmet groaned in satisfaction as he felt his pubic bush grind into his slaves nose.  Peter was now completely impaled on the Arab’s meat, and the big Turk began to slowly fuck in and out of his new toy.  How quickly this slave had been trained to deep throat a cock – and Mehmet made a mental note that more work would need to be done in the future to eradicate the bitch’s gag reflex.  He wanted a totally receptive fuck hole built right in to his concubine’s face…and that is exactly what he would get.

After ten minutes of long dicking Peter’s throat, Mehmet withdrew his member and forced Peter face down on the bed.  It was time to pay some attention to the other orifice that had been stuffed and prepared for his use.  With Peter on his knees, doubled over on the bed, his round ass was poking straight up and fully available for Mehmet to plunder.  He used a sharp blade to cut away the tight rubber shorts, and almost immediately the end of the two foot schlong that was buried up Peter’s pussy came in to view.  Mehmet groaned with anticipation and delight as the asslips around Peter’s cunt began to work rhythmically to expel the intruder.  Mehmet merely watched as Peter strained to push six inches of the extralong dildo out of his ass.  “Oooh not so fast.  Tsk tsk” Mehmet chided as he placed his palm on the end of the dildo and shoved it straight back into the tunnel from which it had come.  He enjoyed watching Peter’s sphincter close over the end of the dildo, making it totally disappear from view as it once again filled the slave’s bowels’ to capacity.  Almost immediately it began to re-emerge, coated in the thick greasy lube that Ahmet had pumped into the slave using the huge hypodermic apparatus.  This time Mehmet allowed a full foot of the dildo to emerge before grabbing hold of it with both of his meaty hands to prevent it from moving any further.  “I think we need to open your pussy up a little wider as well as nice and deeply my dear”  Mehmet cooed as he wrenched the rubber dong from side to side – stretching the walls of Peter’s rectum and manipulating the already dilated sphincter.  Peter grunted with each yank and shove, feeling like his Master had a hold of him by some deep seated internal leash – making it impossible for his to get away.  A maniacal grin overtook Mehmet’s face as he scoured and shoved with the thick rubber dildo, punishing his bitch’s pussy and tenderizing it for first his cock, and then his fist and arm.  Before the night was through, his bitchboy would feel the stretch of his Master’s entire forearm embedded inside of him. 

After some lengthy and rough fucking with the brutal sex toy, Mehmet removed all two feet of it from Peter’s gut.  Peter felt completely empty – he had almost gotten used to the sensation of being fully and completely plugged along the entire length of his innards.  Mehmet repositioned Peter’s upturned ass on the bed in front of him, and leaned in to once again whisper in his slave’s ear.  “Do you want me to fuck you bitch”  Mehmet asked?  Peter merely babbled in response, slipping in to an almost trance like state while his body became an amusement for this portly Turkish master.  “Ask me to fuck you my dear.  Let me hear you ask me to put my thick cock deep inside your cunt.”   “I don’t have a cunt – I am a man” Peter exclaimed in one final burst of defiance.  “That is where you are wrong my dear – you will be whatever I want you to be, and before I am done with you you will be a compliant, accommodating, attentive and willing little bitch for my pleasure.  I am going to turn you into a proper slave girl, and train you to pleasure your man in any way he requires.  Your days as a man are over – you are going to spend the rest of your life with no other purpose but to service my sexual desires – and believe me I have many.  Your body is going to be trained to do things you never thought possible.  You are going to experience extreme pain my dear – more exquisite pain than you thought existed.  And know this – I will relish every moment of pain and humiliation that I inflict upon you.

With that Mehmet plunged his tool into Peter’s pussy to the hilt – causing the slave to wail in pain.  Mehmet shoved Peter flat on the bed, and buried his cock in the warm lubricated hole as he straddled the slave’s lily-white ass.  Then, by shoving his hips back and forth rapidly he set up a relentless rhythm allowing him to brutally fuck his sextoy’s ass without even laying his hands upon the prostrated body in front of him.  Mehmet began to grunt and sweat as he worked his bitch’s hole into a frenzy.  Peter sounded like a stuck pig as the air was repeatedly forced from his lungs by the strength of his master’s thrusts.  As he neared climax Mehmet reached down and grabbed the hair on the back of Peter’s head and yanked backwards.  Peter’s head and neck were thrust up and back, making him wail in pain.  The more he wailed the closer the big Turk got to hosing down the bitch’s insides with hot Arab cum.  With one final yank and an ear-shattering scream from Peter’s wide open mouth Mehmet shoved his cock deep into Peter’s cunt and blasted six shots of thick ropey jism into his personal pussyhole.  As the sexual tension in his muscles eased, Mehmet shoved peter back down on to the bed, both master and slave being completely spent.  Mehmet sat straddling Peter’s fully packed ass, relaxing as his tumescent shaft slowly deflated.  Rivulets of sweat poured off of his large belly onto the back of his prostrated slave.  Mehmet grunted his satisfaction and gave another couple of thrusts before pulling free from the grip of his slave’s asslips.  As he climbed off of Peter’s back he moved around to the slut’s head and instructed that his cock be cleansed by Peter’s pussymouth.  Almost like a robot, Peter opened his mouth and sucked in the slimy rubbery cock that was coated in cum, and the thick lubricating substance t hat had been used to grease his insides.  Mehmet made a point of also shoving his pendulous but now empty balls into Peter’s stretched out mouth for a thorough cleaning.  Once fully serviced, he set about preparing for the next phase of his cuntslave’s training.  He opened the bedside table drawer and removed a thick, elbow length industrial black rubber glove.  Mehmet’s hands were already large and meaty, but once he had stretched this thick rubber covering over all of his fingers they looked like five thick black cigars.  The industrial latex glove loosely covered Mehmet’s sizeable forearm, and the big Turk stared intently at his rubber-covered hand as he repeatedly flexed and relaxed his fingers into a fist the size of a small melon.  “You see this beautiful fist?”  he said to Peter as he flexed in front of the slave’s face.  “Give it a nice sloppy wet kiss before I shove it up your cunt my dirty little whore”  Mehmet demanded.  Peter placed his lips against Mehmet’s enormous fist and could immediately taste the pungent black rubber.  “I just love the look, feel, and smell of tight black rubber” Mehmet announced.  “Perhaps I will have some special outfits made for you my dear.  Tight restrictive rubber outfits that you can model for me in the heat of the Turkish sun.  Sweating and suffering for my delight as my complete slave.”

With that Mehmet moved around to Peter’s recently vacated pussy, and placed one thick black fingertip to the winking spasming sphincter of his slave’s cunthole.  This was going to take some time, but he was going to enjoy feeding his entire arm up into the guts of his new toy. 

With a gentle push Mehmet inserted his index finger into Peter’s anus and swirled it around, feeling the spongy walls of his bitch’s pussyhole.  This was soon joined by his middle finger, and so far the intrusion was barely noticeable to Peter who had just had his back passage reamed by his master’s thick cock.  The lube that Ahmet had used to prepare him for Mehmet’s pleasure was still coating his insides, and now was clinging also to the sadist’s thick rubber-covered fingers making them gleam in the light of the bedchamber.  Within minutes the big Turkish Master had all four of his fingers buried in Peter’s hole, twisting them around and roughly stretching the already abused sphincter that Mehmet fully intended on turning into a stretched out cumhole.  As Mehmet repeatedly shoved his four fat fingers in and out of Peter’s snatch the friction of the hot black rubber against the taut ring of muscle started to make a squeaking sound that was music to the master’s ears. Then, with his fingers buried inside of his slave, Mehemt began to rub the tip of his thumb against Peter’s distended ring.  As he began to shove his thumb in to join the four rubbered digits already invading the slave’s rectum Peter’s body began to tense and quiver.  His head shook back and forth in a silent protest of what was about to happen.  The length of Mehmet’s thumb disappeared inside of Peter’s pussy, and now the huge hand was wedged in as far as the knuckles.  Mehmet began to sweat and grunt with the effort, and twisted his hand back and forth, screwing it into his sextoy’s ass.  Peter’s ass-ring was stretched to the limit, and was completely blanched as all of the blood had been forced out of it.  Just as it was on the verge of tearing the widest part of Mehmet’s hand slipped silently into the depths of Peter’s cunt.  Giving his slave only a moment to relax, Mehmet began to with draw his hand just to the point that the widest and most punishing stretch was inflicted on the slave’s hole.  Peter was blubbering and babbling incoherently now, delirious with pain and humiliation.  With each shove inward more of Mehmet’s thick rubber glove disappeared into the cavernous space within that was being created by this human battering ram.  The Master flexed and relaxed his huge hand inside of Peter’s bowels, twisting and shoving, grunting and snorting as he inched his way toward being elbow deep in Peter’s pussy.  Mehmet could fell the grip of Peter’s sphincter around his upper forearm like a tourniquet – and was determined not to relent until the slave’s intestines felt like no more than a warm sleeve around his hairy arm.  Once fully buried, Mehmet began the process of punch fucking the abused businessman, yanking his ham hock fist all the way out of his sextoy’s cunthole, and then shoving it back in with the force of a bludgeon.  After several minutes of this degree of abuse Peter’s pussylips began to engorge and swell.  This was exactly what Mehmet wanted – puffy distended pussylips that he could lengthen and stretch.  With his ungloved hand he reached down and pinched and tweeked the extruded lips of Peter’s ass.  He made a mental note that he would have to have Ahmet wrap a leather thong around the stretched out lips to strap them to the shaft of a nice thick dildo after he was done enjoying Peter’s body.  He wanted to make these wonderfully sensitive puffy asslips a regular site of abuse and torture for the slave. 

Beginning to tire, Mehmet withdrew his hand from Peter’s rectum, removed his thick black rubber glove, and shoved it inside of the slave’s ass.  This was easy to do as the ruined sphincter was unable to completely close and seal off the slave’s insides from the outside world.  Mehmet grabbed his robe, and headed towards his beloved baths to relax and enjoy the afterglow of his first real session of using his new toy.  On his way, he stopped to give Ahmet his next set of instructions.  “Get the glove out of her pussy, but find something else to keep it opened up for me, and work those asslips in to as large and painful a state as you can.  I also want you to work on the pee hole in her clit.  It is far too small and I want o be able to stick my finger into her clit hole by the end of my next session with the bitch.  I think we should plan to be back in Ankara by the beginning of next week, so measure her up for her special burka to wear during our travels.  Understood?”

“I understand completely Sir”  Ahmet replied, grinning as he now relished his next turn at using and abusing the bitch.  

Peter was nothing but a blubbering ball of drooling and exhausted sweaty flesh when Ahmet entered the bedchamber/torture room.  From across the room the manservant could see that the bitch-boy’s pussy was gaped open and spasming trying to expel the large rubber glove that had been shoved up inside of it.  A small portion of the forearm part of the glove was now dangling from Peter’s anus so Ahmet grabbed hold of it and yanked it out in one fell swoop.  Peter actually sighed with relief, hoping that his ordeal was over at least for the moment.  He could not have been more wrong.  “We need to speed up your training whore” the big turk announced.  “Your master wants you installed in your permanent home by this time next week, so you still have a lot to learn in order to service him as he requires.”

The first of Ahmet’s tasks was to keep the harem girl’s stretched out pussy from closing.  Mehmet like cuntholes that could accommodate  very large objects and insertables.  By the time Peter was fully trained he would be able to accommodate Mehmet’s muscular thick forearm without any lubrication.  Ahmet  retrieved  an extra large inflatable dildo from the toy shelf and began to work the tip of the diabolical device into the slut’s trench.  In it’s deflated state the dildo had a solid rubber core that was two inches in diameter, and was surrounded by an inflatable bladder of rubber that could reach an incredible six inches in diameter when fully engaged.  Small nipples in the rubber bladder also filled with air and pressed outward against the walls of the wearer’s rectum.  The dildo was designed to go only to a depth of 10 inches, but had a solid rubber handle as wide as the dildo itself that protruded a good 6 inches outside of the slut’s ass.  With the invader firmly embedded inside of Peter, Ahmet began to inflate it to its full and most painful girth.  Peter had already taken the width of Mehmet’s forearm inside of his body so he actually accommodated this new intrusion relatively easily.  That was until the Turkish sadist began working on his pussy lips.  Mehmet liked a nice sloppy set of distended cunt lips that could be tortured and manipulated to inflict heavy amounts of pain for his submissive.  With his meaty thumbs and fingers Ahmet began to pinch and tweek  the already swollen engorged lips of Peter’s ass – making them turn a deep shade of red and swell to an even greater proportion.  The fuller his asslips became the more Ahmet would grab and tug on them to cause the slave incredible amounts of primal pain.  “You are probably wondering how we are going to get your sloppy cunt to hold on to this wonderfully thick rubber cock aren’t you slut?”Ahmet asked.  The answer of course lay in the now stretched out rim around Peter’s snatch.  With one hand Ahmet smoothed the lips down along the length of the dildo handle protruding from Peter’s ass, and with the other he began wrapping a one inch wide band of black rubber tape around the lips starting immediately next to Peter’s lovehole.  With each wrap around the dildo the lips flattened out and lengthened along the handle of the inflated cock.  By the time Ahmet was done, Peter’s cuntlips were stretched almost three inches along the rubber surface of the rubber handle.  There was now no way for the dildo to be expelled, but the constant contractions of Peter’s ass to try to do just that were producing an increasing amount of stretch to his distended asslips.  The entire arrangement was devious and sadistic – but highly amusing to the abusive Ahmet.

One hole attended to, the manservant began working on his next task – to open up Peter’s piss hole so that it too could be used for Mehmet’s pleasure in terms of insertable torture.

Peter was dragged from the bed and strapped into a special chair that had a cut-out in the seat to allow for the protruding portion of the dildo in his ass.  Peter’s forehead, neck, chest, arms, and legs were secured with thick leather straps, and buckled tightly into place.  He could hardly move a muscle.  Ahmet then used special electrical  stimulators to bring Peter’s cock to full erection before securing a tight cock ring in order to maintain the hard on throughout the next phase of his training.

Using a footpedal to raise the barber’s-type chair to a more workable height, Ahmet sat on a high stool in front of Peter with a full set of both stainless steel as well as hard rubber sounds – fully lubed.  The next hour was spent slowly increasing the stretch on the inner walls of Peter’s urethra with ever increasing sizes of metal and rubber rods.  Proud of his handiwork, Ahmet held the final device in front of Peter’s face so that he could get a good look at it.  It was a shaft of hard black rubber, glistening with lube.  It had the diameter of an American dime, and was slightly longer than the length of the slave’s erect cock.  The insertable end was shaped like a bullet for easy introduction into the cocktube, and the other end had two wing-like attachments, spring loaded, each being roughly semi-circular in shape.  Once the evil looking sound had been plumbed down into his penis, the two wing like attachments were folded down, snapping closed around the shaft of Peter’s cock just below the crown of his cockhead.  Closing with strong spring-like action they effectively kept the device embedded all the way down into the pussyboy’s clit.  “Your master doesn’t like his slave-girls to be able to shoot cum like a man you little slut – so once your hole is permanently stretched out – if you are allowed to cum – it will just dribble pathetically out of the end of your clit.”  Hearing this announcement from Ahmet’s lips Peter began to cry a new set of tears.  Ahmet merely laughed in his face and began unbuckling the straps holding the slave in the modified barber’s chair.

Forced now to stand in front of his tormenter, Peter submissively allowed Ahmet to take a multitude of measurements all over his abused body.  “You need an outfit to travel to your new home in that is fitting for one of such a low and worthless station slave”  Ahmet told him.  “After I finish taking these measurements we can have it made so that it fits your little bitch body perfectly.  Know this though – you will despise every second that you spend in your new clothing.  It will have many ways of inflicting ongoing pain and suffering upon your worthless infidel’s whoring flesh.”  Ahmet could not have been more accurate.  Mehmet had perfected the manufacture of a full body burka that was made of regular fabric on the outside, but had an inner shell comprised entirely of restrictive thick rubber.  The garment was capable of stuffing and torturing each orifice on the wearer’s body, as well as being unspeakable hot and sticky for the slave to endure due to the intense sweating that occurred the longer the wearer was forced to keep the garment on.  The only visible portion of Peter’s body would be his eyes, and once encased in his new burka he would look like so many other women in Saudi Arabia…on the outside at least.  On the inside, he would be a muted, tortured, plugged, stuffed and encased slave-bitch being abused purely for the amusement of his master.  Although Mehmet could easily afford to fly back to Ankara using a private jet, he relished the thought of taking his new conquest on a passenger jet – so close to being able to attain freedom, but unable to tell anyone about the predicament that he was in.  Everyone around him that he was the wife of his male traveling companion.  This was where the help of his high ranking friends would come in handy.  Mehmet would have asured security clearance , a favour that would be repaid in full using the cunt-whore’s body when his friends would come to visit him in Turkey.

Next chapter – suited up and taken on a plane.

Harem 5

After having been measured all over his entire body for the custom made rubber torture-burka that his master was going to encase him in for the trip back to his permanent hell in Turkey, Peter was led to a fucking bench and secured in a prone position on his hands and knees.  Ahmet pulled a thick rubber hood over the slave’s head, and stuffed his mouth and throat with an extra thick penis gag, buckled around the outside of the hood.  The gag helped to once again stretch out Peter’s throat for his Master’s thick Arab meat, and further diminished his gag reflex.  It had been Mehmet’s order from the beginning that his slave-bitch be able to deep throat not only his cock, but any and all thick long objects that he wished to insert into the slave’s gullet.  Ahmet unwound the rubber tape around Peter’s abused cuntlips, and deflated the gigantic dildo that had been occupying his rectum.  The extra thick hard rubber sound opening up his urethra was left in place for the Master to deal with personally.  With the dildo removed, the sight of Peter’s anus was something to behold.  Gaped open, making faint sucking sounds as it reflexively twitched  and tried to seal itself closed.  The whoreboy’s pussylips were swollen and engorged, crimson red and begging for more abuse.  Ahmet retrieved a dental gag usually used to hold open the mouth of an unwilling patient, and placed the arms of the gag into the winking lovetunnel of the slave in front of him on the fuck bench.  Peter tried to scream as the gag was winched open, stretching his asshole open, and into a roughly square shape as the pressure at each of the four “corners” was increased by each turning of the screw performed by the sadistic Ahmet.  A series of clothes pins were then systematically placed along the perimeter of the wide open hole, punishing the swollen asslips to which they were clipped.  Inside of the rubber hood Peter’s head was sweating bullets, his throat painfully stuffed, his asshole stretched to its limits and his cuntlips being stretched and pinched by two dozen clothes pins.

In this position Peter stayed for a full hour, until his Master re-entered the room.  Dressed only in a loose flowing robe Mehmet took time to drink in the sight of his slave-in-training, bound and gagged before him, being stretched and modified for his pleasure.  It was the conquest that Mehmet truly loved – being able to take another free-thinking human being and transform him into a mindless slave with no independent will whatsoever.   Taking a man and turning him into a feminized, rubberized, chastised, modified slut to be used and abused solely for his amusement.  If only this little bitch on her hands and knees had any idea what she was in for.  And from that moment on, Peter existed no more – he had become to his Master, a feminized sextoy that would be moulded and shaped to suit his perverse whims.  Now to begin the process of transformation.

“I know you can hear me inside of your delightful and sexy rubber hood my dear, so I will explain your situation to you – listen carefully.  You have only just begun the process of learning how to please and pleasure me.  What you have already endured does not even begin to scratch the surface of what I have in store for you.  It is my intention to turn your body into nothing more than a personal playground for myself or anyone else whom I choose for you to service and amuse.  Part of what I wish to accomplish with you is to transform the male body to which you have become accustomed into a feminized living sex doll that can be tortured and exploited in a multitude of ways.  You will therefore my dear need some special treatment s that I will be only too happy to supply for you.”  As Mehmet spoke he had been drawing off a large amount of clear fluid into a hypodermic syringe.  The liquid was intensified female hormones, designed to boost the more feminine features of the human body.  “Any good slave bitch must have tits for her master to use and abuse my dear, and yours are much to small the way that they are…but all of that will change.”  With that, Mehmet reached under Peter and pinched the flesh around her left nipple together before slowly inserting the needle directly into the slave’s nipple.  Peter vibrated with pain as the needle was slowly inserted to inflict as much pain as possible.  Once fully seated inside of the bitch’s flat tit, Mehmet depressed the plunger, filling the currently male mammary tissue with female hormones.  The chemical burned terribly as it went in, and Peter thought he would pass out from the pain.  Fully dosed, the needle was then slowly withdrawn, refilled, and the process was repeated to the other tiny tit.  “After a week or so of injections four times per day my dear you should have a nice set of small but functioning titties for me to play with.  They will be very sensitive I am afraid, but I am looking forward to training them for my pleasure.  You know what I mean by functioning don’t you my dear?  I mean that you should be able to start producing milk from your delicious little bossoms.  After a few weeks of injections you will have a nice set of jugs for your Master – jugs that will become intensely painful if they are not milked regularly.  Won’t that be nice?  You will feel like an inhuman little cow needing to be milked by her master to relieve the pain.  I will enjoy watching you beg for relief for a very long time before any is granted you little whore.  A very long time.  Now – let’s see about that pussy.”

Mehmet yanked off all of the clothspins, almost making the sensitive and raw pusslips of his slavecunt bleed in the process.  He loosened the dental gag that had been holding Peter’s pussy wide open, and pulled it out to leave a naked, gaping tunnel in it’s wake.  “You will learn my little bitch that I like to stretch a tight pussyhole into a wide open pit that can be stuffed with any number of objects.  I think we should work on your cunt for a while to facilitate that process.”  With that Mehmet pulled up a comfortable stool behind Peter’s upturned ass, as well as a large bowl of the same thickened lubricant that Ahmet had earlier  injected deep into the slave’s bowels.  Lastly, he donned another pair of the same thick industrial rubber gloves that he had earlier used to fist his bitch’s ass.  The main difference…this time both of his ham hock hands were gloved up and ready to go.  This was going to be a very intense session for the hobbled bitchboy.

Mehmet thoroughly greased up both of his hands, and then began to take handfuls of the thickened slop to shove into the open hole before him.  With both his hands and their target lubed up, he began to work one of his rubbered hands into Peter’s cunt.  It took little effort to get the first one in, but working his bitch for depth would take a little more time.  Mehmet twisted and shoved with his forearm until it way mid-way into the bithcunt before him.  Peter’s anal ring was getting tight at this point, so Mehmet stopped to allow the muscle tissue to stretch out and accommodate his girth.  Feeling some loosening of the cuntflesh constricting his arm he once again began to roughly twist and shove his arm deeper into his slavetoy’s tunnel.  All the while he was opening and closing his huge hand into a fist to stretch out the inner walls of his playspace as much as possible.  Soon the Turkish master was elbow deep in Peter’s ass, and with that he began to slide his arm all the way back until just the widest part of his hand remained buried inside.  He then began the process of longdicking Peter’s ass – with his forearm.  Repeatedly he shoved all the way in to his elbow, and then drew back slowly, watching the cunt’s burgeoning pussylips cling to his slicked up rubber glove  with each stroke.  Every time the master shoved inward Peter exhaled as forcefully through the small tube in his penis gag as the small aperature would allow.  She was barely getting enough oxygen to breathe as the assault on her cunnyhole continued.  After working up a good sweat by feeding the cunt in front of him a generous portion of Arab forearm, Mehmet with drew to the level of his wrist, and allowed Peter (and himself) a short rest before starting the next phase.

“I think it is time you were trained to take both of your master’s hands at once my little American whore.”  With that Mehmet began to work the fingers of his other hand in past the sphincter ring alongside his already implanted wrist & hand.  One, two, three fingers went in quite smoothly, but getting the rest of the hand in was proving to be quite an effort.  As persistent as he was sadistic, Mehmet continued to thrust and pull and shove at the straining ring of muscle until all four of his finger and thumb lay alongside his buried hand inside of Peter’s pussy.  Before going any further Mehmet summoned Ahmet in to the room.  “Remove her gag please Ahmet” Mehmet instructed, I wish to hear her scream and suffer through this next portion of her training.”  Ahmet unstrapped the thick throat stretching penis gag from around Peter’s rubbered head, and yanked it out unceremoniously.  Finally able to breathe feely Peter gulped in as much oxygen as he could.  Almost immediately however the pain from his asshole intensified and Mehmet began to work his second hand in past the ring of his sphincter.  A low moan began to rumble from deep inside of Peter’s belly as the pressure at his back passage began to increase.  That moan became a blood curdling scream as the widest part of Mehmet’s second hand began to force its way through like a battering ram.  At the point of maximum stretch Mehmet halted his advancement so that he could fully enjoy the screaming, wailing, and attempted thrashing of his restrained slave who was too tightly bound to the fuck bench to move more than an inch or two despite her best efforts.  Carrying on with the session, one last mighty shove found both of the Turk’s hands buried inside of his slave’s snatch, stretching it to unimaginable proportions – but Mehmet wanted more.  Opening and closing both hands now into softball sized fists, Mehmet rotated and worked both of his forearms until his slavegirl had been turned into nothing more than a babbling drooling incoherent blob.  “Keep her conscious Ahmet”  Mehmet ordered, “she is to feel every inch of my arms as they train her pathetic hole.”  With that, Ahmet yanked back Peter’s head and began to deliver a series of stunning slaps across her face, as well and grabbing both rubbered cheeks and pinching and twisting them to add another dimension to Peter’s level of pain.  Mehmet then began to work both arms in unison, shoving inward and then drawing outward, slowly advancing his body into that of his slave.  It looked as though Peter’s ass was swallowing the master’s forearms, and slowly but surely the hole into which they sank became deeper, and wider.

Mehmet was now dripping with sweat and instructed his manservant to leave the bitch’s face alone for the moment and come mop his brow.  Both forearms were going to be elbow deep in this whore’s trench before the session was to end.  It took another thirty minutes, but by the end of the diabolical fisting the entirety of Mehmet’s forearms were encased by the rubbery stretched out walls of Peter’s womb.  All that was visible of the thick industrial rubber gloves was the very end of them, otherwise completely buried inside.  Slowly withdrawing one hand and then the other, the lips of Peter’s ass were now even longer and looser than they had been after Ahmet’s earlier torture session.  As both arms withdrew from the tunnel they left in their wake a completely opened up gaping hole with no resistance left whatsoever.  One of the last things Peter heard before passing out was the master state that this would need to be done regularly until he could warm both his hands using the slave’s insides without breaking a sweat. 

Allowing Peter to sleep and get some rest, Mehmet removed his gloves and retired for a well earned rest himself.  “Plug the bitch with something large” he instructed, and then come and bathe me he said to Ahmet.  With that Ahmet nodded and began to insert a thick column of hard rubber into Peter’s pussy.  It looked like a coffee can made of rubber, only longer.  This would keep the bitch opened up not only for girth, but for depth as well.   Shoving it all the way in to the slave took little effort, and the manservant then used some rubber strapping to hold it securely in place.  After his Master had been properly bathed and attended to, they would continue to work the slave bitch to complete the training process. 

Over the next several days the waking hours consisted of a steady diet of fucking, deep throating, double fisting and torture sessions for Peter – inflicted by both Mehmet or Ahmet, but never both at the same time.  At night, Peter would either be chained by the collar while in Mehmet’s bed – so as to be available whenever  the need arose, or bound, gagged, hooded and stuffed while placed in either a rubber sleep sack or a metal dog cage.  Either way Peter hardly slept and with the physical toll that the daytime activities were taking – the will to resist or maintain any sense of individuality was quickly fading.  The slave had also been completely denuded – relieved of all body hair via a depilatory treatment with chemicals that killed all of his hair follicles, including those on his head.  With the injections four times daily into each nipple, the bitchslave was also starting to develop a small but distinct set of pre-pubescent looking titties.

“Good news my little pet!”  Mehmet exclaimed as he burst into the room in which Ahmet was conducting a punishment enema session with the slave-bitch’s ass.  “Your new outfit has arrived – we may now make our return to Ankara to set you up properly in your new home.”  Peter had been horrified to learn that Mehmet’s house in Ankara contained a playroom that made anything in the Riyadh warehouse look tame by comparison.  “Empty her out Ahmet – I want her into her new burka this minute.”

After draining the immense volume of liquid from the slave’s innards, Ahmet dragged her over to a rubber covered table that looked something like an examination  platform in a doctor’s office.  Mehmet produced a box from which he withdrew  two separate garments.  The first was made entirely of black cloth, and this was the outer layer of the burka which would effectively hide its more punishing and devious counterpart in the complete outfit.  The second item of course, was constructed entirely of thick black rubber.  It had the same thickness as a cold water wetsuit, and Peter knew straightaway that wearing this garment for any length of time in the heat of the middle east was going to be torture in and of itself.  The rubber suit had an attached hood, as well as attached gloves and feet, effectively turning the wearer  into a rubber-mummy.  The suit had a full zip down the back, which opened up the garment so that the slave’s body could be easily encased.  The hood component had no zipper – meaning that Peter’s head would have to be shoved through an opening that was only as big as his neck.  Once on it would be a painful endeaver to get the garment off again.  Peter barely got a look at the outfit before he was manhandled by Ahmet and plunked down on the exam table for his first fitting.

Ahmet took hold of the rubber garb from his employer and opened up the long zip on the back as Mehmet sat back in a comfortable chair to enjoy the show.  The inside of the suit was coated in an ultra-thin layer of special chemicals to allow the skin of the slave to slide without resistance into the arms, legs, gloves, feet and hood.  Peter put up no resistance as Ahmet grabbed a hold of one of his feet and shoved it into the leg of the rubber suit.  In fact, Peter began to assist with the donning process as his independent will was now at a low ebb.  Once both legs were secured Peter shoved in his arms like putting on a painting smock.  Ahmet roughly worked the slaves hands into the fingers of the glove portions of the suit.  With all four of his limbs now in place, Peter found that his back end was sticking outside of the garment.  He thought that the overall height or length of the suit must have been mis-measured.  He could not have been more wrong.  The suit was designed to stretch a little as it heated to the slave’s body temperature, but the idea behind the tight fit was to make it permanently uncomfortable and laborious for the slave to stand fully upright.  The last remaining portion – and the most dreaded – was the hood.  With this portion Peter discovered a last remaining amount of defiance and refused to assist Ahmet with the entry of his head into the seemingly tiny hole.  It made little matter however, and Ahmet simply wrapped one of his huge powerful hands around the back of the bitchboy’s neck and shoved his head where he wanted it to go.  “In you go cunt”  Ahmet grunted as he shoved and shoved, wedging the crown of Peter’s bald head into the neck/hood opening of the suit.  Once his head was part of the way through, Ahmet put his super-strong wrestler’s mitts on the outside of the slaves head and began to drag the rubber hood down over  the slave’s smooth nude skull.  Gradually Peter’s head began to slide into place, but the pressure on his head and face was immense.  Then all of a sudden, the hood slid right into place and the neck closure formed itself snugly around Peter’s throat.  The rubber hood was extremely form fitting, as was the rest of the suit, but because it was made of such thick rubber it seemed to be relentlessly squeezing inward on the wearer’s skull.  Small perforations at each ear allowed Peter to hear what was going on around him, openings for the nose and mouth allowed for relatively easy breathing, and two round hole in the hood allowed him to see.  With the cuntslave’s head now secured, Ahmet turned his attention to shoving Peter’s torso into the suit, and working the long full zip up the back of the suit.  With each inch of closure by the zip Peter felt more like the life was being squeezed out of him.  The rubber around his midsection was so tight that it made breathing laborious even at rest.  With a satisfied flair Ahmet finally closed the last inch of the zipper, and Peter was now transformed into a completely rubber covered sex toy, with only the eyes and lips visible.  There was one more hole in the suit however , as a removable patch of rubber at the slave’s backside could be removed to expose her smooth ass and gaping cunt.

Mehmet was grinning wildly as the mere sight of his conquest decked out in full body restrictive punishing rubber made him very horny and excited.  “Apply the outer garments please Ahmet” he instructed.  Peter had failed to notice that the box still contained several rubber items that needed to be put in place before the outer fabric covering of the burka could be donned.  The first of these attachments was wrapped around his midsection by Ahmet’s burly arms, and fastened relatively loosely at his back.  This was the corset portion of the rubber suit, and would help Mehmet mould his slut’s body into a more feminine shape.  The hormone injections were already helping to form her bitch-tits, and his corset wrap would help to complete that process.  Ahmet forced Peter face down on the floor, and then placed his big size 13 in the middle of the slave’s back as he began to mercilessly tighten the laces of the corset. Working from the base of the cunt’s spine up towards her shoulders the muscular Turk cinched Peter in so tight that drawing a shallow breath was all that the slave could do.  Once the corset was completely laced up Ahmet zipped up two flaps of rubber that covered over the laces.  Peter was then brought upright again and the gag attachment was tried on for size.  The gag was a penis gag that was an exact replica of his master’s cock, formed from a plaster casting that had been done prior to the slave’s measurements being sent off to the suit’s manufacturer.  Attached to the base of the oral dildo was a thick rubber strap that could be wound around the hood of the suit and fastened in the back.  The breadth of the strap increased the compression around Peter’s head, and forced the rubber cock right down his stretched out throat.  Finally, a hard moulded rubber collar was snapped around the slave’s neck .  Being an exact fit to Peter’s neck, it prevented any turning or nodding of his head, and had d-rings on all sides that could be used to attach the wearer’s hands to the neck, or pull them up behind the back.  The last thing to be dealt with was the slave’s cunt.  Ahmet removed the patch of rubber at the back of the suit, and Peter could feel the rush of cold air tickle his anus.  To stuff Peter’s innards, Mehmet had come up with a truly diabolical idea.  His throbbing cock was not the only thing that had been reproduced via a plaster mould prior to the suit’s fabrication.  He had also had made a thick rubber dildo that was an exact replica of his two forearms and hands, pressed together with each hand balled into an enormous fist.  Ahmet placed the dildo on the floor, and began to force Peter down over top of it.  Since the slave had just been subjected to a long session of olive oil & chili powder enemas prior to being rubbered up, there was no need to grease the invader for insertion.  As Peter squatted over the immense column of rubber his stretched out cunthole began to swallow it relatively easily.  The last few inches took several minutes, and by the time that both “arms’ were completely seated inside of her snatch, Peter was sweating profusely inside of the thick rubber suit.  With the plug completely inserted, Ahmet replaced the covering rubber patch that sealed the intruder deeply inside of the slave, not allowing it to be removed until Mehmet gave his order to do so.

Now bound, silenced, and stuffed with rubber, the fabric burka was fit overtop of the submissive slave girl.  All that remained visible were Peter’s pleading eyes, barely perceptible through the tiny slit in the formless garment.  Nobody would ever guess that underneath the dark shroud like cloth lay a feminized, rubberized fuck slave that would be transported back to a life of toil and torture for no other purpose than her master’s sadistic pleasure.

“Call the airport Ahmet – we’re going home.”  And with that, Peter’s final journey into complete slavery began.

Next – Master needs to use the toilet.

Ahmet pulled up in the smooth black limousine in front of the warehouse that had been converted in to the Arabian home of his employer, and loaded two large suitcases into the trunk of the car.  There was however one more piece of cargo that needed to be loaded very carefully into the vehicle.  The rubberized slut slave had been standing outside of the building with her master for about five minutes while Ahmet had gone around to the garage to get the car.  The heat was punishing even for someone dressed for bright sunshine – never mind someone encased in restrictive rubber garments and covered in another layer of jet-black cloth.  Peter began to feel light-headed as a result of the heat, the clothing, and the restricted breathing due to the corset component of her suit.  She had been ordered in no uncertain terms not only to obey her master’s every command on their journey out of the country, but also remain two steps behind him when walking, with her eyes cast downwards  towards the floor.  The penalty for non-compliance would be a severe session with Ahmet that would make anything that had come before pale in comparison.  Partly out of fear, but also because of a rapidly diminishing independent will, Peter complied with every order that had been given to her. 

Ahmet opened the passenger door to the limousine so that his boss could enter the air-conditioned car.  He reclined in the rear seat of the limo and stretched out his legs before pouring himself a cool drink.  He then ordered that his slut be loaded in to the car, and with that Ahmet  roughly shoved the bitch into the back of the car and onto the seat facing the rear of the passenger cabin.  A series of three different seat belts secured Peter against the rigid backrest of the seat into which she had been placed.  The belting was cinched in so tightly that it further restricted her already laborious breathing.  To make the ride to the airport even more uncomfortable for the sissy bitch, Ahmet then grabbed the top of the back rest and shoved in forward and down, effectively doubling over the rubberized slave-girl, increasing the pressure inside from the gigantic dildo filling her cunt-hole, and causing excruciating pain in her lower back.  The icing on the cake was Mehmet resting his feet and therefore the weight of his thick legs on the top of the backrest, forcing Peter’s face even further down towards her knees.  “Enjoy the ride bitch,” Ahmet said as he shut the door and slid in behind the driver’s seat of the limo.

The ride to the airport was about half an hour, but felt like an eternity to Peter who spent the entire ride doubled over, stuffed and strapped with rubber, and turned in to a footrest for her lord and master.  The limo by-passed the regular departure terminal at the airport in Riyadh, and continued on to the section of the airport reserved for private jets.  Pulling up beside Mehmet’s personal aircraft, Ahmet began to unload all of the “baggage” while Mehmet spoke with the customs official at the base of the staircase.  The wealthy Turk handed over a letter carrying the seal of his friend the prince and with that, was ushered on to his plane without delay.  Mehmet’s influential connections had once again allowed him to exit the country with human cargo without so much as a single question asked.  Shortly afterwards, the trio was on their was back to Ankara.

When the plane had cleared Saudi air space Mehmet was snoozing comfortably in his leather captain’s chair, when Ahmet grabbed a hold of Peter’s arm and dragged her up off of the low wooden stool on to which she had been secured for take off.  “Your Master will have need of you when he awakens slut.”  And with that, Peter was dragged towards the back of the passenger cabin and into a small room in which she would suffer the next of a long line of degradations that yet awaited her for the rest of her days. 

Ahmet removed the fabric burka covering the rubberized slut, and placed it on a table at the side of the small room.  He also undid the strap holding the penis gag in place and slowly pulled the column of rubber out of the slave’s throat.  It was covered in thick saliva and Peter felt like her throat had been permanently misshapen by its intrusion over the past few hours.  Peter was then forced to lie on a rubber-covered platform and was strapped in to place with heavy-duty black rubber belts.  A large black box shaped item was then placed over her torso and head, with a cutout to accommodate the contour of her torso.  She could hear the box being buckled in to place, but was then left alone in silence and complete darkness.  Almost an hour must have passed before Peter heard the door to the small cabin open and close.  She recognized the grunting and snorting of her master, who behaved almost piggishly in terms of hacking up phlegm, picking his nose, adjusting his package, or other forms of behaviour.  Peter’s face was then bathed in light as the lid of the box was raised, and she was faced with the sadistic grinning face of her master staring down at her.  “Open your mouth-pussy” my dear Mehmet ordered, “as wide as you can.”  Peter complied and opened her mouth, confused at this point as to what exactly was going to happen.  Mehmet reached down and shoved in a mouthpiece that seated itself behind the slut’s lips, but in front of her teeth, and held her mouth painfully wide open.  The flange on the mouth-piece was quite wide all the way around and pressed painfully at the top of Peter’s gums all the way around her mouth.  Mehmet then reached down beside his slave’s head and released a sheath of thin rubber that had been rolled down to the base of the platform.  As it was unrolled, Mehmet pulled it upwards making it taut, and stretched it around the outside of the top of the box like he was securing a garbage bag around the rim of a waste basket.  In fact, that is exactly what the whole set up now resembled.  Peter’s face peered upward as though it was at the bottom of the inside of a garbage bag, only this bag was made of latex, and was about to become much more than simply a garbage bag.

Peter’s vantage point at the inside of the bottom of the box had not allowed her to see the inner portion of the lid that had been raised to allow her master access to his slave’s face.  It was not until Mehmet lowered the inner portion of that lid that she realized just what might be about to happen – and she began to quietly panic.  “You are about to start another phase of your training my dear” Mehmet announced.  “I require complete servitude from my sluts, and that includes using them as toilet holes whenever it pleases me…and it pleases me now.”  With that pronouncement the Turk shoved his finger up his nostril and pulled out an enormous plug of mucous which clung to his index finger.  Sticking his finger through the opening of the mouth-piece he proceeded to wipe the booger on the tongue of his captive toilet slave.  “Enjoy your meal my dear – it is only the first of many that I shall enjoy making you eat.  You must always remember that the more you are made to suffer, the happier I will be.”  With that Mehmet straightened up and undid his pants, letting them fall to the ground.  He lowered his fat buttocks onto the seat, blocking out almost all of the light coming through the opening of the “toilet”.  Letting out a loud grunt he began to slowly bear down, and Peter had an unobstructed view of her master’s anus which was slowly starting to relax and open.  She could hear the master say that the beauty of the mouth-piece she was wearing was that it did not prevent the use of her teeth even though her mouth was being held wide open.  A necessary feature since she also heard him say that she would need to do a great deal of chewing in order to ingest the full amount of shit that he was about to feed to her.  The smell in the small box-like chamber was thick and putrid, and Peter began to cry as she saw a thick dark brown log emerge from her Master’s asshole.  The column of shit made it’s way towards her mouth like it was the centre of a target.  Soon the log began to fill her mouth to the point that she either had to start chewing and swallowing, or choke to death.  Keeping her eyes on the anus of her master she was amazed that the shit kept on coming out, seemingly without end.  By the time that Mehmet pinched it off so that Peter could finish her first piece it had measured a full foot in length.  Trying not to think about what she was being forced to eat, or the horrible taste and texture of the meal that she was being fed, Peter forced down the first log without having to vomit it straight back up again.  She could hear her master lighting a cigar, as he continued to relax on the toilet seat above her.  “I hope you are hungry my dear” she heard him say, as there was more waste yet for her to digest.  The second log was much like the first, but was softer and therefore began to coil itself on the opening to her mouth-piece, forming a small pile that now sealed the opening of the gag.  Fortunately her nostrils were clear or she would have suffocated right there, under the emptying anus of her sadistic master.  After a couple of wet farts, Peter’s face was once again bathed in light as Mehmet stood up and peered down into his bitch’s toilet-like prison.  He felt the double satisfaction of seeing his slave-cunt unspeakably humiliated and degraded, as well as having had the relief of a really good shit.  He then donned a thick rubber glove and reached in to begin shoving the remaining shit into Peter’s already full mouth cavity.  Admonishing her to “eat up” he continued to pack the foul meal into his bitch-slave’s mouth, enjoying every minute of watching her strain to chew and swallow his waste.  Once she had swallowed every last morsel of the disgusting meal, Mehmet used his gloved hand to yank out the mouth-piece and present it to Peter for cleaning.  “Use your tongue slut – and clean your toilet attachment so that it is ready for your next feeding.”  Beyond any imaginable level of degradation, Peter submissively complied and used her tongue to lick out and clean the molded rubber piece that had been the gateway for her master’s shit to enter her mouth.  “You are nearly done my dear – only one very important job remains for you to complete.”  With that he returned to his position on the toilet seat, and ordered his cunt-whore to lick and clean his anus.  For the next 10 minutes Peter was forced to rim and clean her master until no traces of shit remained.  She was to eat every last bit of his waste.  Mehmet particularly enjoyed pushing down so that his asshole would open enough for Peter to insert her talented tongue right inside of his meaty asslips.  Satisfied, emptied, and cleaned, Mehmet got up without another word and pulled up his pants.  Peter could hear him say to Ahmet as he left the room that the bitch was ready to be re-gagged, and made ready for their upcoming landing in Turkey.  The next thing that Peter saw was the diabolical penis gag heading straight for her abused mouth – being wielded by the muscular manservant who shoved it home in one smooth motion.  The thickened shit-slime coating the walls of the slave’s throat greased its entry, and Ahmet once again cinched it in using the thick rubber strap around Peter’s face and head.  The box was removed, and the slave slut was returned to an upright position by the former wrestler.  Ahmet used a wet cloth to wipe off some remaining smears of shit on Peter’s rubber-covered face, and then spun the slut around and pushed her up against the wall.  “Time for your needles slut”  Ahmet announced, as he produced a large hypodermic filled with the next dose of the potent hormones that they had been using to develop Peter’s tits.  With one hand Ahmet reached around under Peter’s chin and pulled her head back so that her spine was severely and painfully arched.  With the other hand he expertly wielded the hypodermic and plunged it home, through the rubber, into the bitch’s left titmeat.  After administering the full dose, the procedure was repeated on the right side.  “I think we could also do with tightening your corset whore”  Ahmet said as he undid the rubber flaps covering the lacing to the rubber suit’s corset attachment.   Peter began to struggle, as she could not imagine having the restrictive garment made any more crushing than it already was.  To stop her squirming Ahmet slammed Peter’s head into the wall and threatened to do far worse if she did not obey.  Resigned to what was about to happen, Peter went limp as Ahmet pushed her onto her belly on the floor before placing his now familiar size 13 foot right in the middle of the rubber-slave’s back.  Shoving down with his muscular leg as Peter exhaled, Ahmet was able to further cinch in the corset’s punishing grip on the abused submissive’s body.  With the lacing secured once again Peter was returned to an upright position, now in even greater difficulty just to draw a breath than she had been before.  With the fabric burka replaced over the rubber torture suit, Peter was returned to the main cabin of the aircraft, and once again secured on the plain wooden stool at Mehmet’s feet.

Once the jet had touched down in Ankara, Peter was once again warned to obey every order that was given.  The first task would be to get past the Turkish immigration guards.  Once again, Mehmet had friends on the inside.  As Peter dutifully followed two steps behind the dominant sadist across the tarmac, Mehmet explained that he would be going straight to his house, where the submissive sissy would be joining him later.  “You have some duties to perform in order to be granted entry into this wonderful country my dear” the master announced.  With that, the pair approached a small brick building on the most deserted end of the airport grounds.  The building had no windows, and was very stuffy inside, illuminated only by a single overhead lamp.  A door at the other side of the one room building creaked open and a single figure entered the room.  “Slut – I want you to meet Faisal” said Mehmet.  “Faisal works for the Turkish government, but he and I have a little arrangement that allows me to bring trash like you into the country in order to serve me for the rest of your life as my personal whore, slut, toilet, and pain slave.  My end of the bargain is that Faisal here gets use of you for two full days as payment for your entry into Turkey.  You will serve him as you serve me, and do whatever he commands of you.  It will be in your best interest to obey, as there are absolutely no limits to what he is allowed to do to you as long as he sees fit.  See you in two days my dear.”  With that, Mehmet left the small building and Peter was left alone with Faisal.  Faisal was taller than the Master, and much more stout of build.  He had a shaved head, but thick mats of chest hair were poking up from under the collar of his sweat stained shirt.  He wore a tan coloured uniform with heavy black boots, and large wet patches in the under arms of his shirt from sweating in the Turkish sun.  He had a toothpick hanging out of his mouth, and he slowly began walking around Peter as the submissive stood stock-still, terrified of this newest dominant beast that had entered her life.  Peter could see that Faisal had huge slabs of muscle forming each of his pecs, and enormously thick arms and forearms which ended in powerful hands even larger than Ahmet’s gigantic mitts.  Faisal was also quite overweight, and smelled strongly of a pungent body odour.  Without saying a word, Faisal grabbed a hold of Peter’s neck, and forced her through the door through which he had entered.  Outside of the small brick building was a rusty old car, with the trunk hatch popped open.  Faisal roughly shoved Peter into the trunk of the car, and slammed the lid closed.  The last thing that Peter saw was Faisal’s sadistic and evil face staring down at her before the trunk slammed shut.  With that, the small car’s engine sparked to life, and Peter was off on the next segment of the hell that her life had become.

Next – Used and abused

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.

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    

  

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

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.

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.  

This is a story I started a couple of years ago but never finished…I was planning to end it after this installment, but have found a newly restored interest in continuing it for a bit.  To those of you who encourage me to continue with it…you know who you are…and thanks.

Harem – Part 12

Slowly regaining consciousness, partly due to the after-effects of Dr. Kizmir’s sedatives, and from the mental and physical exhaustion of everything she had been put through…Peter very gradually became alert enough to realize that she had been taken off of the impalement post that was shoved up her ass, and the mouthful of shit that her Master had stuffed into her oral cavity had liquefied and been swallowed while she slept.  The pacifier gag was still strapped into place, but her rubber burka had been removed, and she lay naked on the floor.

Mehmet sat like a fat self-serving overlord in his throne-like chair and announced how happy he was to finally have his submissive sex slut installed permanently in his home…available whenever he needed her, for whatever purpose he desired.  This was truly a momentous day he continued to announce, and one I am sure you will remember my little whore for the rest of your agonizing existence on this earth.  He went on to remind her that she must always obey his orders without any hesitation whatsoever, for the least display of insolence would be met with swift and terrible retribution.  He then ordered Ahmet to remove the pacifier, and stand the slut up so her Master could get a good look at the good Dr.’s work.

From the shadows, Ahmet appeared as strong as ever, and easily hauled Peter up in to a standing position in front of the still seated Mehmet.  “Very nice” the Master cooed…”very very nice indeed.  I think the good Dr. Kizmir has outdone himself this time do you not Ahmet?”  The manservant nodded his agreement, and allowed for his employer to complete his inspection.  “Please make sure we extend an invitation for Dr. Kizmir to join us for dinner Ahmet – I wish to thank him in person for the wonderful job he has done with this prize little bitch of mine.”  Mehmet was now standing and circling the humiliated and forever altered slutbitch like a vulture.  He first grabbed hold of Peter’s chin with one of his mitt-like hands, and squeezed the slave’s cheeks together without mercy.  With his free hand he played with and pinched the rubbery silicone-injected lips of his slave, commenting casually about how nice the firm tissue would feel massaging the length of his superior Muslim cock.  He let go of Peter’s face, and delivered one quick slap across her cheek that caused her whole head to twist to the side and then back again.  The fat Turk laughed heartily as he gave the injected breast tissue of his cuntwhore the same manual evaluation that he had applied to her face.  Mauling and manipulating the steroid enhanced and silicone plumped boobs of his slut he explained to Peter that Dr. Kizmir had assured him that by now, the ultimate goal that he had set for Peter’s tits should be achievable.  Almost as soon as the thought had passed through his mind, a small pearl of creamy white liquid began to form at the tip of the slave’s left nipple.  Soon after that, the same thing happened to the right side as well.  “Praise Allah” shouted Mehmet, and he began to grip and squeeze the cunt’s titmeat as if in a complete frenzy.  Soon streams of liquid were shooting from Peter’s altered breasts, and Mehmet was fully engrossed with the process of milking his whore…an activity that opened SO many means for the Turkish sadist to exploit and terrorize his human property.

The inspection continued for another 30 minutes, with Mehmet finally being able to tear himself away from playing with Peter’s soon to be jugs so that the remainder of the modifications could be adjudicated.  By the time it was over, the Turkish Master had gripped and stretched the loose lips of his pussyslave’s cunthole, unceremoniously shoved his balled up fist into her snatch…something that now required very little effort indeed and not a drop of lubricant, and yanked both of Peter’s wrists behind her back and forced them painfully but fully into a reverse prayer position.

“Prepare her for tonight Ahmet”, the Master announced – “I cannot wait to show her off.”

The next thing Peter felt was the familiar vice-like grip of the manservant’s hand closing around the back of her neck, and directing her to what would become the space in which she would spend the bulk of her time from this day forward.

Mehmet’s house was a sprawling estate within the city limits of Ankara.  The property had belonged for hundred’s of years to a minor branch of the ruling Ottoman royal family throughout imperial times, but as with all of the rest of the royal properties, had fallen into disrepair and been sold off to by the state to raise funds.  Being one of the nouveau riche in the country, Mehmet had been able to pick up the estate for a fraction of what it was now worth, as he had made many upgrades and modifications.  The entire property was encircled by a 20 foot high rock wall, with an electrified barrier at its peak.  The grounds consisted of sumptuous gardens, pools, and fountains – all of which – as Peter would find out, had been made to Mehmet’s personal specifications.

The apartments that had been renovated for Peter’s arrival, had originally been the harem of the princely original Master of the premises.  As was the custom in Ottoman times, the harem was for the Master’s personal and exclusive use – to be kept out of sight from all intruding eyes.  As such, Peter’s apartments had no windows whatsoever.  It was more like a prison that anything else for the heavily abused slave, and contained within it the facilities for Mehmet to exact almost any enjoyment and therefore torture of his slave imaginable with complete privacy and comfort.  Peter would live a life of abject humiliation, torture, pain, and abuse behind these walls, and a city of millions of people merely a stone’s throw away would never even know she existed.

“Time to get you dressed for dinner bitch” Ahmet announced.  “You can have a good look around your new home later.”

Peter was frog marched into what she would later come to know as her dressing room.  A large open space lined with custom cabinetry and shelving.  Each and every unit of storage was filled with bondage gear and clothing fashioned from rubber, leather, neoprene and steel – all of which had been made to measure for the sissified bitchslave that Peter had brcome.

Ahmet forced Peter into a bondage chair in the middle of the room.  Straps secured her wrists and forearms to the armrest, likewise for her ankles and thighs.  A broad rubber belt was buckled around her waist, and another around her budding breasts, crushing them flat against her chest.  Lastly, heavy rubber collar that was linked by a d-ring to the backrest of the chair was fastened around her neck, done up so tightly that she could barely breath.  Ahmet began the session by informing Peter that Mehmet was having a very important foreign government official come to the estate for dinner tonight.  He would in fact be spending the night at the estate, and it was the Master’s wish that his concubine slut join them both for the evening meal.  He had left explicit instructions as to how Peter was to be attired for the evening.

Ahmet first chose a very small, thick black rubber open-faced hood.  It was stretched over Peter’s hairless head, and zipped closed behind her neck.  The hood was at least one size too small to fit the sexslave properly, and being made of very thick rubber it painfully pressured her temples and the side of her face.  The desired effect for the Master however, was that his pusslyslut’s plumped up injected lips and permanently whore-tattooed face was squashed ever so slightly…increasing the pout in the ruby red rubber lips that would become Mehmet’s personalized coksucking machines.  Next came a blonde wig that was stretched down over the crown of Peter’s head, with long curled tresses that cascaded down to her shoulders.  She would later learn that the dinner guest for the evening was partial to blondes.

With the slut’s make-up permanently done, the manservant-turned-slave-dresser could then focus his attention on the outfit of choice for the evening.  It was a black rubber micro-mini dress, with some very special features indeed.  Firstly, the section of the dress that would normally cover the wearer’s breasts, had been replaced with two open holes edged by thick rubber gaskets.  The midsection of the dress had a built-in corset, and inside the skirt portion of the dress, a crotch strap ran from front to back, which would stretch tightly between the wearer’s legs like a broad rubber g-string.  Ahmet released Peter from the bondage chair, and ordered her to put on the dress.  Once she had stepped into it, and pulled the garment up above her shoulders, Ahmet spun her around roughly and began to zip up the dress to seal the slut inside.  The corset, he decided, would be tightened last, as it would help to cinch in all of the other elements of the dress, and significantly increase the slutmeat’s pain and discomfort level.  Going around in front of Peter’s compliant frame, the big Turk grabbed and mauled at her growing breasts to pull them through the rubber gaskets on the front of the garment.  This made Peter’s tits stick out straight in front of her, and become engorged with blood…turning a very deep shade of red, and causing a deep seated increasing ache in the front of Peter’s chest. 

Peter was then forced to double over, exposing her loose and open cunthole for filling before dinner.  Ahmet desperately wanted to shove either his cock or his forearm deep into the open gash of a pussy that the slaveslut possessed, but he was on a tight timeline and there would be opportunities for that in the coming days and weeks…perhaps years.  The rubber crotch strap of the micro-mini dress was stretched tight across Peter’s taint, but was easily pulled aside by Ahmet as he brought into view the next item of Peter’s wardrobe for the evening.  It was a hard rubber ball, about the size of a grapefruit, oiled and lubed, and ready to be shoved home.  The swarthy sadist palmed the object in his huge mitt, and placed it flush against the opening to Peter’s snatch.  With steadily applied pressure, and a final grunt from deep within Peter’s throat, the hard rubber invader slid home, and Ahmet let the rubber crotch strap once again move into place, preventing Peter from expelling the large sphere that she had just been forced to accept. 

The perverted manservant then hooked Peter’s rubberized body into a dressing frame, so that he could effectively tighten the corset straps.  Usually he liked to place his huge booted foot right in the middle of the slave’s spine to complete such a task, but he also wanted to apply the necessary garments to the slut’s hands and knees, so he needed her upright.  This would also allow him the expel even more air from Peter’s lungs making it harder for her to breathe, since her arms were already stretched over her head.  With every yank, and every pull, the built-in corset of the dress Peter was wearing bit further and further into her flesh, crushing her ribcage and making it increasingly harder to breathe except for small sips of air.  Once the straps were locked into place, Ahmet slid a type of glove over each of Peter’s hands and forearms that she had never seen before.  The glove ended not with five individual fingers, but in a round rubber ball with a flat section on the bottom.  On the interior of the glove was a bar that she could wrap her fingers around and hold on to.  He slut was quite confused about the reason for this new piece of attire until she felt Ahmet strapping heavy rubber knee pads around her legs.  Once released from the bondage frame, the Turkish brute forced her to her hands and knees…where Mehmet would keep her for a good deal of the evening.

Rubber socks with individualized toes were pulled on to cover Peter’s feet, and then her ankles were pushed up and towards the backs of her thighs, where they were secured with rubber strapping.  This would make it impossible for her to do anything other than crawl like a dog until her feet had been released.  The final touch was a pair of black rubber booties with a modest 4 inch stiletto heel that were forced onto her feet, and secured with small padlocks where they zipped up.

The final touch was the collar that Peter was to wear at her Master’s insistence.  Like the rest of her outfit, the collar was made of rubber, but was exceptionally stiff.  It enclosed the entirety of Peter’s neck, and at the front had a shelf that protruded forward, and was perfectly shaped to hold the slut’s chin.  Once buckled into place, it pushed Peter’s head backward and upward, so that she was facing forward, even though she was on her hands and knees.  The pressure at the back of her neck was excruciating, and knowing this, Ahmet smiled broadly.  A broad leather leash was attached to the collar’s d-ring, and that left only one further element of the slave’s outfit for the evening to be put into place.  “Your Master will be in shortly to complete your outfit slut, and to take you to dinner.”

Shortly turned out to be almost an hour before Mehmet came striding into the harem chamber looking for his slave.  Peter was exhausted from the effects that the design of her rubber dress were having on her, and from the extreme position that her neck had been craned back into for a full 60 minutes to this point.  She was almost glad when she heard Mehmet coo and delight at the sight of her all trussed up, on all fours, and ready to be lead to the next installment of her humiliation and degradation.

“You look perfect my pet” he gushed…almost giddy with anticipation of what was to come.  “Our guest has just arrived, and I think it is time that we go to receive him formally for dinner don’t you slut?”  Peter of course could not answer, as the posture collar made it nearly impossible to move her mouth.  “There is only one thing missing of course…you must be able to give our guest a warm and welcoming smile when first you two meet.”  It had been a while since Peter had had to wear the cock-gag replica of her Master’s schlong, but that was exactly what Mehmet was dangling from his hairy meaty hand.  This was the one that had a set of false teeth fused to the base of it, so that once it was rammed home, it would look like Peter still had all of her teeth, disguising temporarily the cock-sucker gap in her face that had been created by Dr. Kizmir’s dental extractions.  “Now my dear, how should we lube this up so that you may swallow it a bit more easily hmmmm?”  The question was of course rhetorical as Mehmet had already decided exactly what he wanted to use to help slide the mammoth gag right into his bitch’s throat.

“Do you see this flask my little whore?” Mehmet asked.  He had brought with him a glass beaker, filled with a gelatinous gooey substance.  “You see cunt, I indulge myself with many interests here on my estate, and in addition to having a little slutpuppy like you to use as my personal toy and plaything, I do enjoy keeping and breeding fine Arabian horses.  You should feel honored, because not only am I going to lube up your precious gag in the shape of your Lord and Master’s cock with this container of chilled horse cum, but I am even going to let you drink the rest of it as an extra little treat for you this evening.”  With that pronouncement, Mehmet swirled the thick rubber phallus around in the semi-congealed animal spooge, and then proceeded to tip the glass beaker towards Peter’s mouth, insisting that she swallow everything like an obedient little slut-wife unless she wanted to spend the evening in a punishment session with Ahmet instead of at dinner with her Master and his honored guest.  Had she known what was in store at dinner, she may well have chosen to be worked over by Ahmet instead.  Peter chose however, to submissively gulp down the foul brew of equine sperm to the last drop that was fed to her, before feeling her Master drive home the rubber throat-stretching gag, sealing it in so that behind her permanently open and pouted lips it looked like Peter had a pearly white smile of contentment…even though she was in agony.

“Now slut, we go to dinner.”

Mehmet strode through the house, confident, carefree, truly the king of his castle.  Crawling as fast as she could with the gag invading her throat, and the posture collar pushing her head as far back as it would possible go, Peter could barely keep up.  When they reached a small set of three stairs going downward, Mehmet hopped from the top to the bottom, and then yanked on Peter’s leash so that the slave came careening down the steps, landing at the bottom in a heap.  Grinning, Mehmet continued and actually dragged Peter along by the neck for several feet until the sluthole was able to right herself and continue crawling.  Eventually, the pair entered a small sitting room, opulently decorated with rich tapestries, Turkish carpets, and ornaments from around the world.  Sitting smartly in one of the wing chairs Peter could not help by notice a thin wiry Chinese man who stood immediately as Mehmet entered the room.

“Ahhh Mr. Ling…welcome to my home.  I hope that your journey was a pleasant one and that my man Ahmet was on time to meet your flight at the airport.”

Mr. Shin-Ho Ling was a high ranking member of the Chinese government, and was meeting with Mehmet as the final step in closing a business deal that would see the Turkish pig make hundred of millions of dollars.  Provided of course that the Chinese did not back out of the deal, and decided to award the contract to Mehmet and his associates.  This meeting here in Ankara was supposed to be the icing on the cake.  If Mr. Ling was pleased, Peter’s Master was going to go from being wealthy, to filthy rich.

“Mr. Mehmet” Mr. Ling replied with a slight bow (he could not pronounce Mehmet’s surname) “I am honored to be an invited guest in your home.  Tell me, who is this interesting creature that you have brought along with you?  Is she the one that you have told me so much about?”

“Yes Mr. Ling…this is her.  My personal slutwhore, who for the duration of your time with us here in Ankara, you must feel free to treat as is she were your own property as well…to be treated in any way that you see fit my friend.  Anything I can do for my Chinese friends in the spirit of goodwill I am more than willing to offer.  It is my hope, that my goodwill shall be returned when it is time to talk business.”

Peter was horrified – yet another man was now going to have access to using her as a cunthole and pain pig…and she did not like the look of this skinny little Asian.  He minced over to where Peter was positioned on the floor near Mehmet, crouched down, and looked directly into Peter’s now terrified face.  “I have very much been looking forward to meeting you my dear.  I have many things to teach a western capitalist pigwhore who has finally taken her rightful place on her knees before a superior member of the great People’s Republic of China.  I am going to enjoy torturing you and making you suffer.”

Peter became zoned out, retreating mentally into a shell…like a turtle does at the first sign of danger.  She was however, shocked back into alertness by a severe vibrating stimulus deep within her rectum.  The sensation it caused was one of both pain and pleasure, immediately stimulating and then over stimulating the slut’s prostate gland.  Peter looked helplessly at Mehmet, who held in his hand a small remote control.  The large rubber ball that Ahmet had shoved up her ass – it was some kind of remote controlled vibrator that had been inserted all the way inside of her.  “I see you have figured out the source of the buzzing deep within your pussy my little whore…wait until you see what else it can do!”  With the press of a button, Peter immediately became aware of a warming sensation deep inside of her.  The heat continued to grow until it felt like it was going to cook her from the inside out.  “I think we will continue to warm as well as vibrate your bowels slave – it will help for what is to come after dinner. Speaking of which Mr. Ling, would you mind terribly if I handed the slut’s leash over to you for the time being?  I wish to go and check on our dinner.”

Mehmet had only been gone for 5 minutes to the kitchen and back, where upon his return he entered the sitting room to find Mr. Ling sitting astride Peter’s back, her leash wrapped twice around her neck, as he rode her like a horse and yanked back on the leash so forcefully that spluttering choking noises and frothing bits of saliva were gurgling up from behind the false teeth of her cock gag.  The Chinese businessman was using the heels of his shoes to dig into Peter’s sides and her thighs to urge her to speed up and give him a better ride.  He bemoaned the fact that he was not wearing his spurs so that he could feel them rake into her submissive capitalist flesh.

“Ahem” Mehmet cleared his throat.  Mr. Ling turned to see the big Turk in the doorway, and casually asked if dinner was ready.  Indeed it was, and so the skinny Asian man dismounted his mare, and unwrapped the leash from around her neck so that she could be led into dinner.  Peter was still gagging and choking, struggling to calm down from the near death experience of being strangled while ridden like a horse by yet another sadistic Master.  The two would-be business associates chatted together enroute to the dining room, dragging Peter behind them like an obedient dog.

“I am afraid for the meal that has been planned for the slut my friend I must first have her bondage altered slightly…it won’t take but a moment…Ahmet!”  As if like the genie from the lamp, the manservant appeared seemingly from nowhere when his name was called by his employer.  “Prepare the slut for dinner…seat her next to Mr. Ling.”

Peter’s restrictive posture collar was removed, and her feet were unhooked from the backs of her thighs along with the removal of her bondage gloves and kneepads.  She was now the picture perfect demure rubber slavegurl geared up in a bondage micro-mini dress…corseted to the point of only being able to take shallow breaths…with a huge, heated vibrating orb shoved deep inside of her pussyhole.  Ahmet lifted up the skirt portion of her mini dress, pulled aside the crotch strap, but did not remove the vibrator.  Instead, he plunked Peter down on her dining room chair beside the seated Mr. Ling.  The small butt plug attached to the chair went straight into her gash, as it was relatively small and she was permanently loosened down below.  With the press of a button on the back of the chair however, the canister of compressed air hidden beneath the chair hissed to life.  The butt plug upon which Peter was seated, was inflatable.  Made of quite thin latex, it had a remarkable capability to expand.  When Ahmet stopped the procedure and walked over to the sideboard, the plug had become a giant ball blown up inside of the slave’s ass…binding her to the seat until it was deflated and she was allowed to stand.   The Turk and his Chinese friend began to feast on deliciously prepared duck, roast vegetables, crisp salad, and fresh baked bread, while Ahmet placed in front of Peter a silver bowl covered by an ornate lid.  “Well my little slut…what are you waiting for Mehmet chided…take off the lid and eat your dinner.  I expect you to eat every morsel now – for any leftover food will mean extra punishments this evening.

Peter knew she was going to find something disgusting when she removed the lid covering her food.  Her Master took some of his greatest delight in watching her suffer and endure extreme humiliation and degradation.  Even that knowledge however, did not prepare her for what she found in the bowl in front of her.

“Horse-cum mashed potatoes my little slut…just the perfect meal for a piece of subhuman trash like you when seated next to real men who are your betters in every possible way.  You will also find some added treats at the bottom of the bowl my pet…when I went to the kitchen I saw no need to make a detour to the bathroom which would have further delayed my return to my guest…so I had the chef pass me your bowl so I could empty out my shit for you to eat my slave.”

The only cutlery in front of Peter at the table was a large silver spoon that would barely fit inside of her permanently pouted open rubbery lips.  In order to eat she would have to shove the spoonfuls of food in with force, meaning she was sure to end up with large amounts of the disgusting slop on her face.  The bowl was full of steaming hot mashed potatoes, that in substitute of butter, had been made with a generous helping of the same Arabian stud horse cum that Mehmet had fed to her earlier and used to lubricate her gag.  Once Ahmet had removed the diabolical mouthpiece, Peter received her final instruction from her Master.  “I suggest bitch that you finish all that is front of you before Mr. Ling and I have finished our meals…or it will not go well for you tonight at all.”  Feverishly Peter began to shovel in mouthfuls of mushy cum-laden potato slop, with chunks of her Master’s turds mixed in.  The two sadistic foreigners chitchatted with one another like Peter was not even present, but each of them was enjoying the slurping and smacking sounds emanation from Peter’s mouth as she tried to use her remaining few teeth to chew up and swallow the vile mess in front of her.

Having successfully digested her dinner, Ahmet was ordered to take Peter away and prepare her for the evening’s entertainment, while Mehmet and Mr. Ling had an aperatif.  Just before the manservant carried the exhausted slave out of the room to do his employer’s bidding…Mehmet called for him to bring the bitch over to his place at the table.  “Stand the slut here beside me” he ordered.  “Mr. Ling…do you take your coffee white or black in the evening?”  Finding out that his Chinese guest enjoyed a bit of milk in his coffee just as he himself did as well, the brutal Turk gripped and twisted Peter’s growing tits with great ferocity.  Peter wailed in pain, which made Mr. Ling instantly hard inside of his trousers, and within a minute or so thick white spurts of liquid were expelled from the slavewhore’s man-tits.  “Amazing” Mr. Ling exclaimed…”you have actually managed to make the bitch-tits of this shemale whore lactate and produce milk?!” 

“Oh much more that that Mr. Ling – she is only at the beginning of her time as a slut needing to be milked.  Before I am through with her I intend for her to have giant pendulous orbs painfully bursting with man-milk needing to be expressed.”

Freshly milked, Peter was dragged off to be trussed up like a Christmas turkey for her two erstwhile Masters to feat upon for their pleasure.

When Mehmet and Mr. Ling entered the playroom, Peter was a sight to behold.  Ahmet had truly outdone himself.  In the middle of the room, Peter was suspended in a bondage frame hanging from the hydraulic cables attached to the ceiling.  The frame consisted of a heavy wooden cross beam, with chains hanging down at either end to which the slut’s wrists had been attached.  This kept Peter’s hands up above shoulder height, in a position one might be in if they were told to “stick em up” during a robbery.  A heavy rubber gasmask was applied over the slave’s head, with a breath-restricting canister attached to make it harder for her to take in and expel air.  The sounds of the laborious breathing coming from the rubber mask were music to Mehmet and Mr. Ling’s ears.  From the central portion of the wooden crossbeam hung a third chain, attached to a leather collar tightly fastened around Peter’s neck.  Her thighs were pulled upwards via leather cuffs fastened just above the knees, and pulled up towards the main wooden cross beam.  She looked like a perverse marionette hanging in the middle of the room…waiting for the attention she was about to receive from two well fed, and energetic sadists.

“First things first my little slut” Mehmet stated in a matter or fact tone as he approached and sized up his suspended whoreboy.  With the click of a button he shut off Peter’s heated vibrating anal ball, and instructed that she had exactly two minutes to expel it on her own before Mr. Ling would see what he could do to assist with the procedure.  Terrified, Peter immediately began to push and strain, desperately trying to give birth to the giant sphere inside of her pussyhole.  A sheen of sweat broke out over her body, and with every effort she grunted and groaned louder and with greater amounts of agony fueling each vocalization.  Mehmet and Mr. Ling looked on with interest as Peter’s abused anal opening flared and gaped to try to expel the foreign object deep within.  Soon enough the shiny surface of the spherical toy became visible at the threshold of the slave’s pussy with each successive straining effort.  The stretched out lips of Peter’s anus began to give way, and with a primal scream she shot the enormous plug from her cunt, with the exhausted and loosened orifice spasming uncontrollably afterward.

“Good” Mehmet announced…”now we can begin our fun.  Mr. Ling, why don’t you get us started with the evening’s activities.  As my very important guest, I would be honored of you would begin the slut’s session of torture.”

Happy to oblige his Tirkish host, the sadistic Chinese politician and businessman slowlt cicled Peter’suspended and vulnerable frame, deciding just exactly how he wouldbegin using and abusing the western whore.  The milky white flesh of Peter’s body fascinated Mr. Ling.  Since Peter was almost never outside, and even then would usually be covered in rubber, she had no suntan, and was a very pale alibaster color which Mr. Ling was determined to decorate.  Selecting a thin cane of bamboo, the asian Master began taking vicious swipes with the instrument across the hanging slave’s front and back sides.  Raised red wheals and welts began to appear in concert with wails of pain from underneath the restrictive gasmask.  The diminutive Mr. Ling began breaking out in a sweat from the effort, and decided that even that was Peter’s fault, redoubling his efforts to criss-cross the whore’s flesh with the pattern of the cane for daring to make her superior sweat.  Mehment of course sat back and enjoyed watching the show going on in front of him.  Whipping the slut was never one of his particular favorite things to do, but if allowing this impish little Chinaman an opportunity to torture his slavegurl in any way he wanted would seal the business deal and earn him a king’s fortune, then whipped she would be.

Mr. Ling decided that the flesh of his slut was now a much more acceptable color, and the bawling and sobbing from beneath the rubber mask was music to the torturer’s ears.  “May I do whatever I wish with the slut Mr. Mehmet?”  The answer of course was an emphatic yes, as long as snuffing the slut was not part of the asian’s plans for the evening.  “Oh no no no Mr. Mehmet…I would never think of such a thing…dead slaves can feel no pain, and it is the inflicting of pain and degradation that I so enjoy when using a slutwhore like your precious little bitch here.”

“I’ll tell you what then Mr. Ling.  Let me cut right to the heart of the matter here.  I was very much looking forward to spending the night using my little slut here along with you, but…with your written assurance that I will indeed be awarded that lucrative contract by your government that we have spoken about, I will leave you to enjoy her body as you wish all on your own, and I will see to it that you are not disturbed.”  So turned on by the prospect of having a submissive slave slut to use and abuse to his sadistic heart’s content, the deviant little man would have signed just about anything.  “Yes yes yes Mr. Mehmet…please give me the papers and I will sign them right here and now.”

The business deal completed and put to rest, Mehmet sauntered over to his suspended whore, and gazed into her eyes through the lenses of the thick rubber gasmask.  Well my dear, it seems that I will need to wait just a little longer to fully enjoy you all on my own.  You have already proven to be quite useful, and made your Master a great deal of money.  Tonight my little whore, you belong to Mr. Ling.

Peter NEVER thought that she would be sorry to see Mehmet leaving a room – but now she was terrified of being left along with the Chinese official, and was dreading what would surely be a night filled with unspeakable acts of pain and torture.

“Now my little capitalist pig, we are alone at last.  The brief time we had together earlier was not nearly enough time for me to fully enjoy using and abusing you.  I believe that when we were interrupted before, you were in the middle of giving me a very pleasant ride.  I think we shall continue that later, but for now perhaps we should make the most of your current predicament should we not?”

The evil Asian brought over a steel tripod with a telescoping pole mounted in the center of it, and placed it directly underneath Peter’s body, which was twisting slowly in the suspension harness into which Ahmet had secured her.  “The first thing we need to keep your whorish body from twisting and turning in the wind my dear.”  With that pronouncement a giant conical dildo was affixed to the top of the telescoping pole, and Mr. Ling began to use the foot jack on the tripod to raise the enormous rubber intruder towards Peter’s sagging pussylips.  She was only vaguely aware of the tip of the intruder entering her hole, but as her Master continued to jack it upwards, the dildo became thicker and thicker, spreading her further and further apart, and penetrating more deeply into her bowels, which were still warm and pliable from having been heated by the vibrating sphere.  She began to groan as even her stretched out snatch started to approach the limits of tolerance for being opened around the outside of an ever increasing hard rubber circle.  Still the sadistic little man continued to pump the foot jack, eliciting screams of pain from Peter, and causing her anal ring to blanche to the point of nearly tearing from the incredible strain.  Satisfied that his slut was now propped up and steady so that she would not swing or twist in the suspension frame while he worked, Mr. Ling set about working over the next area of his slave’s body that he felt needed attention.

Gripping Peter’s cock and balls, Mr. Ling stretched a tight silicone cock ring over top of them fixing it at the base of the suspended slave’s genitals.  “I don’t want my little slut spilling her seed unless I give her permission” he hissed, followed by his assurance that the permission to do so would never be granted.  With restricted blood flow out of her cock and ball sac, Peter’s junk became slightly engorged, chubby, and slightly stiff.  Mr. Ling then produced a small electrical stimulation unit, complete with several electrodes and conductive metal rings which he set about affixing to Peter’s bound and helpless cock.  Two metal rings circled the short shaft of her penis, and square self adhesive electrode pads were stuck firmly to each of her balls.  The diabolical businessman then produced a metal sound, albeit not terribly thick, but long enough to reach right down into the hanging slut’s bladder, with enough length to spare that a full two inches of it were still protruding from the head of Peter’s fully wired fleshy tube.  To the end of the sound, which had been painfully inserted with a minimum of lube, the Chinese torture master clamped a metal tooted alligator clip, which was also connected to the electrical stimulator.  “Almost finished whore” he snapped, as he gripped, twisted and yanked on Peter’s left nipple.  A simple safety pin was all that he held in his free hand, deftly opening it to expose the sharp point of the everyday object.  With one quick motion he plunged it through the slave’s nipple, and clipped it shut so that it could not be removed until he wished. Peter vibrated with pain – the safety pin was sharp, but not nearly as much as a hypodermic needle.  It punctured her flesh with less than surgical precision, tearing as it pierced her man-tit before reappearing at the other side.  The right nipple was subjected to a similar fate, and once again, electrified alligator clips were attached to the slut’s new tit jewelry.

Now ready to torture Peter’s abused body with electricity, Mr. Ling decided to check one more time oh his quarry’s anal ring.  “My my my you little tramp, you do indeed have one of the most flexible pussies I have ever encountered.  I do believe you can take even more stretching before we begin.”  Peter’s heart sank, the pain in her tits was terrible, and her cock and balls were aching from the congestion of blood that was being accumulated by the tight ring around her base.  The last thing she wanted was to have this little Asian maniac pump the rubber traffic cone further into her bowels simply to increase her level of agony.  Mr. Ling however, had a better idea.  Sitting on a low stool with the remainder of the set of surgical steel sounds. The abuser began to slowly slide them one at a time in alongside of the rubber cone opening his slut’s cunt.  All the way around the outside of the dildo he worked, until he reached eventually the point at which he began.  Collectively, they had functioned to increase the overall diameter of stretch that he had now applied to Peter’s hole, and also created a solid metal wall all the way around the rubber dildo.  Mr. Ling this time took an electrical lead with bare wiring, and twisted it around the end of one of the sounds. Since they were all in contact with one another, he now had the entire perimeter of his whore’s pussy electrified.

The leads on Mr. Ling’s electric stimulator were long enough for him to pull his stool slightly in front of Peter’s suspended body from which he could truly enjoy the fruits of his labors.  He began by turning on all of the leads at once, not high, but just with enough intensity for the slut to feel the buzzing of the electrical current throughout her cock and balls, in each of her tits, and around the entire circumference of her stretched and taut anal ring.  Deciding to begin with the tits, Mr. Ling suddenly jacked up the current on the leads going to the safety pins he had pushed through both of Peter’s nipples.  The effect was a blinding searing wave of agony that instantly took Peter’s breath away.  She began to moan and scream, and even within the confines of her suspension frame started to bounce up and down ever so slightly.  This of course intensified the agony coming from her bowels as any vertical movement whatsoever simply pushed the conical rubber dildo deeper into her guts.  Unable to control himself, the sadistic communist in control of the machine set each of the channels to reach maximum intensity on a rotating basis.  For 5 seconds at a time, Peter’s tits, then her cock and balls, followed by the high-tension wire that her anal sphincter had become, sizzled with the fire of electrical current.  Setting the timer on the machine for 15 minutes, Mr. Ling alighted from his stool, and began collecting more items with which to inflict further pain on Peter’s already heavily abused body.

By the end of the 15 minutes Peter had been reduced to a babbling lump of flesh.  She could not form or speak words, and it was like the electricity had fried her brain as well as her flesh.  She was barely aware of her new Master turning off the stimulation unit and removing all of the electrodes, safety pins, and sounds from her body.  The cockring was removed as well, as Mr. Ling had promised not to do any permanent harm to the slutwhore’s body.  The stimulating effect that electricity has on contractile tissue had caused Peter to have a painfully rock hard erection the entire time that she was being shocked into submission.  The sounds had stimulated her prostate, and the electrodes had done the same thing to her balls…but the tight cockring had prevented her from reaching climax and ejaculating – furthering the torture to yet another level.

Mr. Ling released the footjack on the metal tripod, and slowly but surely the hard rubber cone slid easily from the depths of Peter’s gaping cunt and swollen red pussylips.  Even the Chinaman himself could not believe how much of it has been pumped upwards into the depths of the suspended whore.  He then released the hydraulic cables as well, and lowered Peter right down to the floor…the first time she had been on solid ground since the torture session began.

The Master kicked the exhausted slave in the ribs and reminded her that the night was not nearly over yet, and that she would continue to give him pleasure for as long as it suited his purpose.  With that Mr. Ling peeled off Peter’s gasmask, and tossed it aside.  She gulped in air, being able to breath freely for the first time in what seemed like forever.  Reprieve did not last long however, as Mr. Ling quickly looped a choke chain around Peter’s neck, and began dragging her over towards the enema station that Mehmet had installed in the play area of the house.  For his next round of torture he wanted the slut filled to capacity with fluid, and then plugged shut to make her distended pregnant belly the source of a new kind of agony.

Peter was on her hands and knees, forced backwards over a spigot coming directly out of the wall.  It was shaped like a giant black cock, and right in the middle of the cockhead had a small opening through which water could be delivered at a trickle, or with force to pressure wash the slut’s innards.  Mr. Ling placed one of his feet on the backs of Peter’s shoulders, forcing her to the floor, while he yanked upward on the choke chain to severely limit the airflow into her lungs.  The spigot had been preset to deliver a filling enema with only mild water pressure – the slut was going to feel every bit of this enema as it filled her to the absolute brim.  With slower filling, Mr. Ling was assured that the water would flow as deeply into his slave’s bowels as possible, worsening her cramps, and maximizing her level of discomfort.  It also gave him more time to choke and strangle what he saw as a useless piece of trash needing to be abused and tortured for his amusement.  With every drop of water that flowed into her abdomen, Peter felt more and more full – as if she had eaten too much at a holiday dinner.  The sensation soon progressed beyond simply feeling full, and feeling more like a human water balloon that would burst at any moment.  The deep-seated abdominal cramping was intense, and added to the punishment that the choke chain was inflicting, Peter thought that for sure she would die this night, at the hands of this sadistic communist.  The choke chain tightened again, biting into the soft flesh of her neck, and she could hear the squaking and clinking of the metal links as they tightened their grip on her airway.  Her eyes started to bug out of her head, and her face was crimson, on its way to a deep shade of purple.  Just as she was about to pass out from lack of oxygen, Mr. Ling reduced the tension and allowed his whore to gulp in some air.  A dozen more times he nearly choked her into unconsciousness as she continued to fill to grotesque proportions from the enema spigot rammed up her ass.  The lack of oxygen was making her dizzy and weak, and less able to resist any of the tortures that Mr. Ling might want to inflict upon her. 

Once her Asian Lord was satisfied that she could take on no more liquid, he dropped the choke chain and focused on Peter’s hole.  Stretched over the spigot there was a water-tight seal, but he wanted to lose as little volume as possible as she was drawn off of it, so he needed to be ready.  He had found amongst the copious dildos and butt plugs that Mehmet had purchased a type of butt-sealing instrument that even he had never seen before.  It was a brilliant design, but could only be used on significantly stretched out cunts like Peter’s had become under Mehmet and Ahmet’s control.  The plug looked like a small Frisbee.  In order to work it needed to be inserted beyond the anal sphincter, and allowed to open into shape.  It consisted of a collapsible ring of firm rubber, with a relatively thin rubber membrane spanning the interior of the ring.  With force, it could be folded in half, and held that way with one hand.  It would then need to be shoved up the ass of the intended target, and then let go of, so that it could deploy itself on the interior of the slave’s anus.  The rubber ring would pop open into shape, and brace itself against the interior walls of Peter’s rectum.  Since she was so full of liquid, the pressure of the water against the rubber membrane would actually increase the pressure with which the gasket was pressed against the intestinal flesh, making it impossible for her to expel on her own.  The device would hold her hole open, and make it look like a giant black rubber ball were about to explode forth from inside her cunt at any minute.  The pain from the anal stretching as well as the internal pressure from the punishment enema would be delicious.

As Peter was ordered to crawl forward peeling herself off of the spigot, Mr. Ling stood ready with the disc-like rubber plug.  Just as the tip of the cock-faucet exited her hole, the cat-like Chinaman shoved his hand inside the well-used orifice and let go of the hard rubber ring.  Peter gasped as it snapped into place, and then pressed against her anal lips from the inside-out.  Only a few drops of water had been lost, and Peter now looked like a pregnant sow about to give birth any minute.  The sadistic politician was grinning from ear to ear as he looked down at his slut.  A fat pregnant belly, with her whole body beginning to break out in a sweat, and not a drop of liquid to be released until he was ready to allow it.  He liked to use punishingly large enemas on his slaves…such an easy yet effective means of inflicting serious pain, while making the slave feel totally helpless and filled with despair.

Dragging her away from the enema station on her hands and knees by the choke-chain, Mr. Ling reminded Peter that she still owed him a ride.

Mehmet had ordered and had made a special human saddle to place on his slut’s back.  She was going to get off easy in one respect this night – in that MR. Ling weighed considerably less than her Turkish Master.  In the future, Mehmet would nearly crush her as she wore this very same saddle, with him riding urging her to move faster and give her Master a decent ride.

Peter’s belly was in agony.  The skin was stretched taut, and had taken on a shiny appearance due to the extreme tension.  The saddle was thrown across her back, and two thick leather straps were cinched in around her belly.  Mr. Ling took delight in making these as tight as he could possibly pull as doing so multiplied the compressive force to the exterior of the whore’s pregnant gut.  Once saddled, his mount needed a bridle.  He placed a rubber covered steel bit gag in Peter’s mouth, and connected a set of reins to either end of the gag which was secured around her head with a heavy leather buckling strap.  A traditional riding crop being too long for him to effectively motivate his mare, he opted instead for a wooden handled paddle of sorts, that consisted at its business end of the thick lugged rubber sole of a logger’s boot…size 13.  It had in fact been one of Ahmet’s boots that had been re-made for the purpose of torturing the slut.  Fully prepared, he placed his feet in the stirrups and mounted his steed.  Even Mr. Ling’s small frame and his relatively light body weight caused Peter’s exposed knees to be ground into the hard flooring.  With a vicious swipe of the boot sole paddle, he yanked back on the bridle and commanded his bitch to move.  Like some kind of perverted Asian cowboy he rode Peter from one end of the room to the other…whacking and spanking her mercilessly with the heavy rubber paddle, and pulling so hard on the reins that her rubbery lips jutted out from her face and the skin at the edges of her mouth began to friction and blister.  Her knees were badly bruised, and the muscles in her arms were beginning to give way under the strain of the load she was carrying.  She had been carting the evil bastard around for nearly 20 minutes when finally her left elbow did buckle, causing her to lurch suddenly forward and to the left, nearly bucking her rider off in the process.  Mr. Ling was incensed.  In a rage he leapt off of Peter’s back and began hurling insults at her in Chinese.  They were accompanied by blows with the rubber paddle that he rained down on her exposed flesh.  Slipping back into English, he hissed at her that she would regret her failure to please him very very much indeed.

Mr. Ling was still enraged when he unbuckled the saddle from Peter’s back, and threw it off to the side.  The beating with the boot sole continued, as did the insults and the verbal barrage of hatred and promises of tortuous punishment.  Peter tried desperately to scramble away from the attack Mr. Ling was leveling against her, but it was no use, in her weakened state she was no match for him, and soon he had her flipped over on her back, and secured with four point restraints that were bolted into the floor.  Her arms and legs were stretched out in a full spread eagle, and her bulbous belly, still bloated with the painfully large enema that her abuser had forced into her gut.  Once he had the slut secured by her wrists and ankles, Mr. Ling seemed to calm down.  In fact, he got completely quiet, which frightened Peter almost as much as when he was hurling insults and obscenities at her in his native language.  He busied himself with collecting items from around the room, and began piling them beside Peter’s restrained frame on the floor.  A large plastic tub, industrial rubber gloves, some rubber cording and broad rubber strips, the open faced hood and blonde wig that she had been wearing earlier, a posture collar, and a large inflatable rubber butt plug.

With his necessary equipment at the ready, Mr. Ling pulled out his mobile phone and made a short phone call.  Peter could not hear what was said, but clearly heard Mr. Ling finish by saying that he was very pleased, and to leave the delivery outside of the door to the harem playrooms.

The first order of business was to empty out the slut’s sow belly.  The Chinese Master positioned the posture collar around the slave’s neck, and buckled it as tightly as he could.  Peter was not actually choking at this point, but her breathing was definitely more labored with the restrictive collar in place.  He then unfastened her wrists, and using the d-ring on the front of the collar helped to pull her into a standing position, now with her legs spread wide and her feet far apart.  Mr. Ling positioned the large plastic basin right under Peter’s ass, and prepared to yank out the disc like plug that he had inserted into her earlier.  It was a simple matter for him to get his small hand inside of her and grasp the edge of the device’s rubber rim.  With one quick movement, he pulled out the semi-flexible disc, and shoved Peter into a squat position on the basin.  Water came gushing out of her gut for what seemed like forever.  Every time she thought she was completely empty, another wave of fluid would come bursting forth.  For 10 full minutes her new Master let her drain on top of the basin, for he wanted her fully emptied out before beginning to abuse her again.  Once she seemed to be done leaking water and ass juice into the basin, she was once again stood upright, so that Mr. Ling could slide it off to the side.  She was then returned to her spread eagled position on the floor and tightly secured. 

The entire time that he had been using and abusing her, Mr. Ling had remained fully clothed.  It was only now that Peter became truly aware of that fact.  Truthfully, she only noticed it because he was now slowly disrobing, and neatly folding his clothes as he removed them.  “You know whore”, he said, “one of the things we Chinese value and practice is cleanliness…much more so than your filthy American culture.  You decadent westerners are a filthy disgusting race, and the very sight of your white flesh is something that had always made me sick to even look at.  You will now learn the price of failing to fully satisfy my desires, by being made into the true embodiment of the disgusting dirty American pigwhore that you are.  All you needed do was provide me with a simple enjoyable ride, and instead you have chosen to raise my ire, and suffer my wrath…very well then.”

“A simple ride”.  Was he joking?  He had bloated her, saddled her, beaten her mercilessly, and made her carry his weight on her back for 20 full minutes…what more could she have done??? 

The restrictive open face hood was drawn down over her head, and zipped up in the back.  Mr. Ling even unbuckled her collar briefly so that he could tuck the bottom of the hood beneath it before he re-tightened the straps.  The blonde wig was then replaced on her head, making her look like a proper slut with her permanently tattooed whorish make-up.  He stroked her artificial blonde hair, and with his face very close to hers confided in her how much he like to torture blonde American slutmeat.  “It is so symbolic of your capitalist phony culture” he admonished, going on to say that looking at her splayed out for his use in a blonde wig and slutty make-up made him even more motivated to make her suffer as badly as he possibly could.  For the first time in a long time Peter began to cry true tears of frustration.  She had once been like him…a businessman, independent, willful…a MAN for god’s sake…not this sissified she-male slut slave that Mehmet had turned her into…she bawled…and Mr. Ling smiled. 

“I noticed that you have been trained to serve as a superior male’s toilet whore” he said…”good”.  And with that he turned around, spread his cheeks, and planted his asshole squarely on the rubbery lips of Peter’s silicone injected mouthpusy.  “ I suggest whore, that you get your tongue busy loosening up my asshole so that it may feed you…if you know what is good for you.”  Peter hesitated long enough that Mr. ling decided to give her a demonstration of what any further hesitation to obey would bring.  From the pocket of this pants which were folded beside him he drew a small leather case about he size of a cheque-book.  Opening it, he took out a sharp metal skewer about 7 inches long.  Leaning forward, easing the amount of weight his ass was generating on Peter’s face, he grasped the slut’s cock and balls.  With one swift thrust, he plunged the skewer right through the head of Peter’s cock and out the other side. 

“Now slut” he said sitting back upright…”your tongue, in my asshole, NOW!”

Peter instantly obeyed, and tongue fucked her Asian dominator feverishly.  Mr. Ling sighed with relaxation, and began to grind his ass on his slut’s face with delight.  He could feel the inevitable beginning to happen, and was relishing the thought of feeding this decadent American whore his communist shitload in its entirety.

Peter could feel the first hard turd with her tongue as it made its way into her mouth.  Mr. Ling’s small brown hole twitched and opened and the knotty gnarly end of the excrement pushed its way through her plump lips, and through the cocksucking gap in her teeth that Dr. Kizmir had created.  She had no choice but to work her jaw as much as she could with the weight of her assailant on top of her, and begin to chew and swallow what he was feeding her as best she could.  Slowly but surely Mr. Ling fed peter an amazing quantity of shit.  Four full logs had passed from his ass to her mouth, and she was beginning to get nauseated.  Some wet loud farts signaled an end to the meal, and the next order she heard was for her to clean and worship her Master’s hole until it was spotless.  This she did with vigor as she did not want to suffer any more punishment from the Asian sitting on top of her.  Satisfied with his slut-toilet’s efforts, Mr. Ling once again leaned forward, and quickly removed the skewer from Peter’s cockhead…but he was by no means done with her yet.

The Chinese sadist stood and straddled Peter’s helpless body, and informed her that he felt she needed further demonstration to learn how full of shit her American way of life truly was.  He went on to say that he felt he was the one who could finally show her that truth in all of its disgusting glory.  Mr. Ling strode away, and Peter heard him open, and then quickly close the door.

He returned with a large plastic bin that clearly had some weight to it…and he settled it on the floor beside her head.  She did not need to be told what it contained, she could tell right away.  Donning the thick rubber gloves, Mr. Ling grasped Peter’s face with his left hand, and squeezed with all his might.  Her siliconed lips parted, and her mouth opened like a flower.  With his right hand, he reached into the bin and pulled out a small handful of pure bread Arabian horseshit, delivered to the outside of the door by the ever-accommodating Ahmet.

Mr. Ling began stuffing horseshit into Peter’s mouth, using his gloved fingers to push it and pack it into every square inch of the slut’s oral cavity.  He pushed it back into her throat so far that she started to gag several times.  By the time he was done, she had chipmunk cheeks that were packed so full from the inside that her face was a firm and as hard as a rock from the outside.  Temporarily removing his gloves…he took great pleasure in holding up in front of her eyes, one of his 7 inch long metal skewers…not something that Mehmet had approved of, but being a businessman and wanting to keep the Chinese government happy Mr. Ling was sure he would overlook it.

“Now my sweet blonde American whore…I want you to smile pretty for me with those rubberized cocksucking lips of yours”.  The sadistic Chinaman then proceeded to pierce Peter’s lower lip with the skewer, and continued onward until he had also skewered the upper lip as well.  He repeated the process with three more skewers, and Peter vibrating with pain underneath him.  She could not cry our in agony, as he had effectively gagged her by packing her mouth and upper throat full of thick peaty equine shit.  Once fully skewered, Mr. Ling picked up the rubber cording he had brought, and began to wind it around the skewers the wany one would to tie off the cavity of a turkey or chicken once they had stuffed it.  Drawing the cording tight, Mr. Ling sealed up his slut’s mouth nice and tight, tied shut, and packed full of shit which would take hours for her to gum and masticate so that it would liquefy enough for her to swallow it.  Not finished even yet, the barbaric man took the thick rubber strapping, and began to wind it around Peter’s posture collar.  With every pass, Mr. Ling pulled tighter and tighter, further restricting the slut’s airway with the elastic rubber continually compressing inward on the tight leather collar underneath.  He did not stop until Peter was wheezing and struggling for air, and her face was flushing a bright shade of pink.

Uninterested in the struggle to breathe that dominated his slave’s every moment of consciousness, Mr. Ling unhooked Peter’s ankles, only to re-tie them to the same iron loops in the floor that restrained her wrists.  With her ass now nicely exposed, Peter heard her tormentor say that she must have all of her holes sufficiently stuffed if he is to feel vindicated for having his pony ride cut short.  The rubber gloves went back on, and just as he had done with her mouth, the process of packing her asspussy with horseshit began.  Fisting her deeply and roughly, Mr. Ling shoved and stuffed whole handfuls of malleable animal shit into Peter’s cunt.  She thought his hand would come right out of her throat he was in her so deeply.  She felt like some kind of animal herself, being prepared to be feasted upon…stuffed and sealed like a holiday entrée for her Master’s enjoyment.  Once he had her packed with as much shit as he could possible cram into her guts, Mr. Ling picked up the large inflatable butt plug.  Jamming it into place, he began to pump the inflation bulb until the plug completely sealed his whore shut…making it quite impossible for her to expel any of what he had made her take into her body.

Looking down on her, the pathetic sight that she was, Mr. Ling felt sated.  He had thoroughly enjoyed using and abusing his host’s personal whore, and now had her trussed, barely able to breathe, and packed full of disgusting horseshit at both ends as she lay jack-knifed and helplessly bound before him.

“I thoroughly enjoyed our time together slut” he said.  “I think I shall retire for the night…you may lie here enjoying your meal…horseshit as a dessert after a full meal of my superior Asian excrement.  I will be sure to let your Master know where you are before I leave…so I figure you only have to endure the predicament you are in  at the moment for perhaps another 9 or 10 hours.”  Mr. Ling scooped up his clothes, and strode away laughing like a maniac while Peter had to concentrate with all of her might just to take each and every breath.  9 or 10 hours would seem like an eternity.

Next Chapter…Mehmet’s whore.

­True to his word, Mr.Ling had left word with Ahmet before leaving his guest's estate, as to where he could find the tortured whore.  By the time the manservant had dispatched two low level servants to release and then clean Peter's heavily abused body, she had swallowed all of the horseshit that had been packed into her gullet, but was still struggling to breath with the thick rubber strapping wrapped around her throat overtop of the restrictive posture collar.  The estate servants carefully removed the skewers from her inflated lips, and deflated the huge rubber plug that had been propping open her cavernous pussy.  She was then placed onto a cart, and wheeled to a large walk in shower.  Once there, she was unceremoniously dumped onto the tiled floor, and instructed to thoroughly clean herself from head to toe so that she would be in acceptable condition to be used by her Master at his leisure.  When the hot water hit her  milky flesh she thought she had died and gone to heaven.  It dawned on her that she could not remember the last time she had been left alone to have a hot shower.  She was just starting to feel somewhat normal again when the hot water was abruptly shut off, and a thick white terry towel robe was thrown in to her.  Donning it, the estate servants ordered her to follow them so that they may install her in her harem chamber.

As the heavy ornately carved wooden door swung shut and then locked behind her, Peter gazed around the sumptuously furnished suite in which she now stood.  It was dominated by a huge king sized bed, covered with a thick duvet and masses of fluffy down pillows.  Chairs covered in heavy deep purple velvet, tapestry curtains with gold brocade ropes ending in beautiful tassels, and a bureau upon which stood a multitude of cut crystal perfume and lotion bottles completed the vista.  Dropping the robe from her shoulders, Peter made a bee-line for the bed, and collapsed instantly into a deep, restful sleep.  As her conscious mind drifted further and further away, giving way to dreams, Peter was back in the USA, in his office - a junior executive working his way up the corporate ladder.  So vivid was the dream that when the presence of another person in the room began to wake her from her slumber, she momentarily did not even recognize the visage of Ahmet staring down at her when she woke.  All the more painful it was then when reality came crashing back in, and in fact she became aware that her old life in America was the dream, and that her reality was that she was the personal slave property of a sadistic Muslim Turk who enjoyed nothing more than seeing her suffer to ever greater degrees.  Genuine tears rolled down her cheeks...which brought a broad grin to the manservant's face.  "Your beauty sleep is finished whore" he announced, "your Master wishes to be amused."

Dragging her from the plush confines of the soft warm bed, at Ahmet's direction Peter shuffled towards the large walk-in closet.  It contained masses of rubber and leather slave garments of every imaginable description...and many that were decidedly unimaginable.  Ahmet had already selected Peter's next outfit, and had laid it out on the settee, ordering the slut to get dressed, and to make it snappy. 

Once dressed, Peter stood in front of Ahmet looking like the quintessential perverted rubber fetish whore.  Sky-high heeled zip up stiletto rubber boots, a black rubber miniskirt, and a heavy rubber bustier with built in boning to provide it with structure and stiffness.  It culminated in a type of firm rubber shelf upon which her steroid-infused orbs simply sat, waiting to be abused.  Around her neck was a broad rubber choker, and on her head, Mehmet had requested that for this particular day, his slut should be a red-head.  A strawberry colored bob-cut wig completed her look, in addition of course to the whore make-up that was permanently tattooed to her face.

Ahmet grinned as he watched Peter dress for the Master's pleasure, and prepared to take the final steps to complete her look as ordered.  Towering over the submissive slut, he cupped her face in one of his meaty hands and tilted her neck back so that she was looking him in the eye.  One thing he loved was that despite the amount of torture Peter had suffered at his hands, she never lost that look of terror when she gazed into his cold, dark eyes.

Around her face he strapped an open ring gag that pushed past her rubberized injected lips, and seated itself next to her gums, propping open her permanently pouted mouth into a wide "O" shape.  He then unceremoniously doubled her over and ordered her to grab hold of her ankles.  From an ornate bowl beside him he began to take handfuls of thick viscous lube, and plunged his balled up fist into her pussy over and over to load it up with the gelatinous slime.  Once fully lubricated, and partially opened up, an inflatable ball was stuffed inside of her, and pumped up to the size of a small melon.  Allowed at that point to stand up, Ahmet instructed Peter to start walking, as it was important not to keep Mehmet waiting for his pleasure.

Peter tottered around on the incredibly high heeled boots, and found walking with a hugely inflated ball up her ass and the inflation bulb dangling humiliatingly between her legs to be incredibly difficult.  Luckily, she had Ahmet behind her carrying a short whip which he liberally applied to the backs of her exposed thighs in order to keep her moving forward.  Ahmet directed Peter exactly where to go, and after stumbling through hallway after hallway of the enormous mansion, she emerged into the hot Ankara sunshine onto a travertine paved patio.  At the far side of the patio, Mehmet lazily nibbled on bits of cheese and fig, while sipping hot apple tea.  Smiling at the sight of his slut, he waved casually for her to approach.  Another sting from Ahmet's whip spurred Peter onward, knowing she was willingly walking towards another session of unspeakable torture.

As Peter approached her Master's table, Mehmet thumbed through a magazine as he pointed to the floor beside his chair.  The beefy hands of the ever-present Ahmet clasped both of Peter's shoulders, and forced her to her knees.  A leather leash was then clipped to the back of her rubber choker collar, and tied off around one of her booted ankles, forcing her neck backward so that her ring-gagged face was turned upward towards her lounging Master.  Ahmet then grabbed Peter's wrists, and tied them behind her back with a length of soft cotton rope. 

Mehmet turned his attention away from his magazine at this point, and gazed the fearful face of his tranny slut whore...in anticipation of what he had planned for the morning's activities.  "I must say slut that you did very well last night...thanks to being able to provide Mr.Ling with your services, I was able to secure a contract with the Chinese government that will make me many millions of dollars.  I felt it was only proper to thank you, and I know that you would enjoy your Master showing his appreciation by having you used for his sexual pleasure...so that is exactly what we shall do...you are welcome Slut."

Seriously?  Was he demented?  Peter could not believe what she was hearing...he wanted to express gratitude - and thought that she would appreciate that coming in the form of more torture and abuse????!!!!

At that point the look on Mehmet's face changed from one of glee, to one of concern...like he was thinking very hard or having to concentrate.  This look lasted for a minute or so, and was then replaced by one of great satisfaction.  Peter was confused...but not for long.  Ahmet moved behind his Master's comfortable chair, and reached down towards the back of it.  As he did so, Mehmet donned a pair of black rubber gloves, and off of the table he picked up an instrument Peter had never seen before.  It looked like a miniature solid black rubber puck, with a long slender handle extending from it.  The purpose of the instrument became instantly clear when the big Turk placed the puck into the opening of Peter's ring gag.  It was a perfect fit - the puck fit right into the ring gag.  Mehmet plunged it into Peter's hot wet mouth several times, extracting it covered in the slave's thick white saliva.  Out of the corner of her eye. Peter caught sight again of Ahmet, sliding something out from underneath the seated form of the supreme Master, and placing it on the table.  Horror overtook Peter as she instantly knew what was going to happen.  The look on Mehmet's face had not been concentration or concern...he had simply been bearing down as he pushed out several hot steaming turds into a bowl concealed beneath his seat.

With his rubber gloved hand, the sadistic Turk picked up the thickest and longest of the four turds that the bowl contained and simply stated that the first way in which he had decided to reward his slut for cementing the Chinese contract for her Master was to provide her with a hot breakfast.  Mehmet then shoved the slightly soft end of the log of excrement through Peter's gag and into her mouth.  With her head tilted backward, and the ring gag in place, the shit simply slid toward the back of her throat.  Not being able to chew with her mouth propped open by the steel ring, Peter had no choice but to start reflexively trying to swallow the log whole.  Using the spit covered tool, Mehmet began to shove the turd forcefully into Peter's gullet, causing her to choke and splutter as she struggled to ingest the foul meal.  It took 10 full minutes of gagging and swallowing to get all four man-sized logs down her throat, and although she felt sick to her stomach, she was happy that at least that part of the day's activities over and done with.

Ahmet reappeared wheeling a wooden cart, and parked it right beside Peter's hobbled frame.  Releasing the leash holding her head back, and untying her wrists, the manservant hauled the slave up and slung her over the cart on her belly.  Under her torso, a padded rubber-covered plank supported most of her weight, and kept her angled slightly downward with her ass higher up than he shoulders.  Short chains which ended in thick rubber cuffs were attached to all four of her limbs, securing her tightly to the wooden framework of the cart.  With the ring gag still firmly embedded in her mouth, Peter drooled uncontrollably with thick strings of saliva slowly stretching down towards the ground.  In this position, her milk-filled boobs drifted out of the shallow cups provided by her bustier, and dangled pendulously from her prostrate chest.  To complete her bondage, Ahmet fastened a broad rubber belt around Peter's waist.  It was bolted to the underside of the plank, and by way of two heavy steel buckles secured the whore's midsection tightly to the padded rubber plank.  Fully restrained, Peter was now ready for the next form of torture that her Turkish master had planned.

Mehmet hauled his considerable bulk out of his chair, and adjusted his clothing to cover his bare ass before grasping the handles of the wooden cart and casually wheeling his slave through the grounds of his sprawling estate.  As the cart trundled along, Peter could feel the inflation bulb of the large rubber sphere inhabiting dangling between her hobbled legs, a well as her unnatural tits swinging rhythmically from side to side. Not being able to look up at where she was being wheeled, her first inkling came from one of her other senses...she thought...no...she was sure...that she could smell horses!

"I wonder my little slut if you have figured out yet what your next treat of the day is to be?" Mehmet inquired.  "I have told you have I not that in addition to yourself, some of my most prized possessions are my thoroughbred Arabians.  I think it is time that you became better acquainted with them, for I know that they will absolutely love to meet you my little rubber whore."  Mehmet continued to chat idly about his champion horses as he pushed Peter's bondage cart into the stables that housed them.  Finally delivering the bound and gagged slut into an open stall, Mehmet brought the wooden cart to a halt, and retreated to another part of the building to retrieve another piece of equipment. 

Peter could see in her peripheral vision that when her Master reappeared, he had brought along with him another wheeling cart, which contained a stainless steel machine about the size of a microwave oven.  The big Turk unwound a long cord, and plugged the device into an electrical outlet.  He then proceeded to lift two thick rubber hoses from latches on the side of the machine.  Each of the hoses terminated in thin elongated rubber sleeves that looked something like plungers.  After greasing each of the sleeves with lubricant, Mehmet shoved one onto each of Peter's engorged orbs, and then flicked a switch on the machine's housing.  As the machine whirred to life, Peter could feel the rubber sleeves beginning to massage and milk her breasts in an alternating left then right fashion.  The sensation was almost pleasurable, until Mehmet grasped a dial on the machine and began to slowly turn it around once...then twice...then a third and a fourth time.  With each turn of the dial, the speed and strength of the suction increased, to the point that Peter thought that her sensitive tits would be ripped right off of her chest.  It didn't take long for the rubber whore's milk to start flowing, and Mehmet clapped with glee when he could see the first drops of his slave's hormone induced lactation drop into the glass canister on the bottom of the cart.  "Wonderful my little whore...just wonderful" he exclaimed..."we shall see how much milk we can extract out of you while you enjoy having your pussy treated to a new and exciting experience!"

With that pronouncement Mehmet ordered for his chair to be brought in, and two of his estate slaves appeared out of nowhere...one with a comfortable armchair for the Master to sit in, and the other with a tray of snacks and an ice-cold glass of sparkling water.  After settling in off to the side of the stall with a perfect view of Peter being mechanically milked dry, the fat decadent despot beckoned for Ahmet to bring in the first stud.  Peter began to tremble with fear, as she knew what was now in store for her as she lay exposed and open on the heavy wooden cart with the industrial rubber hoses suctioning her boobs.  The clip clop of hooves on the wooden floor of the stable confirmed it, as did the hiss of air escaping as the unseen Ahmet released the inflation bulb and deflated the huge spherical rubber plug that had been stretching her cunt all morning.  Mehmet piped up once more and explained that the thick lube that his man had fisted Peter with when she was getting dressed was in fact laced with the estrous hormone of an Arabian mare in heat.  All of the Turk's thoroughbred stallions would be able to smell the scent of sex in the rubber whore's cunt, and be eager to mate with and impregnate her.  The sadistic Master added..."and I have six prize stallions my little slut - so you are in for quite a gang bang".  Mehmet burst into gales of obnoxious laughter as he sat back in his chair and sipped his drink while waiting for the show to begin, and Peter could feel the intense heat of the first stallion as it's massive bulk moved slowly overtop of her bound frame on the bondage cart.

Ahmet yanked the deflated bulb from Peter's cunt, and used his free hand to move the tip of the stallion's enormous cock to the opening of the rubberslave's trench.  Above her, Peter could hear the horse snort and grunt, horny and eager to mate.  In one blindingly excruciating burst of pain, the animal's massive schlong barrelled into its target, and Peter was impaled by the beast.  Still gagged, Peter gurgled and choked out a shriek of agony, as Mehmet simply continued to laugh even more loudly.  As the massive stallion set up a punishing rhythm of pistoning its gigantic penis in and out of its human-mare, Peter nearly lost consciousness, and was sure that the brutality of the rape would kill her.  A large puddle of drool now accumulated below her ring-gagged mouth, and both rubberslave and stallion had broken out in a full body sweat.  The wooden cart creaked and groaned as the strength of the male equine repetitively shoved it forwards with its human cargo firmly attached.  It seemed to go on forever, and Peter thought that this fresh new hell would never end.  The stallion's grunts became louder, and then with the mightiest thrust of all it shoved its organ deep into its receptacle, spasming with the biological drive to procreate.  The horse had no way of knowing, nor would it care to know that the cunt it was currently pumping full of scalding hot Arabian equine semen was completely incapable of providing it with offspring.

Peter could feel her insides being blasted with the biological seed of her animal rapist - like receiving a high pressure cum enema.  Her pussy was filled to beyond capacity and horse jizz exploded forth from the seal between the rubberslave's cuntlips, and the rigid leathery member of the thoroughbred stallion.  Thick warm horse cum ran down the back of Peter's thighs, and as her first "lover" of the day slowly came down off of its sexual arousal, it unceremoniously backed up, pulling its appendage out of her pussy just as mechanically as it had thrust it into her in the first place.  During this entire time, the rubber suction hoses had continued their assault on the rubberwhore's tits, painfully extracting all of the milk they had to offer and then continuing to wring them out like damp dishcloths.

Peter was a blubbering drooling mess as the second, then the third stallion was trotted in to rape and fill her snatch.  By the time the sixth and last horse had finished with her, the slut's pussy was a wide-open trench, filled to the point of overflowing with congealing, lumpy equine cum.  Her tits inside of the rubber suction sleeves were bruised and engorged, and rendered extremely sensitive by the constant relentless milking.  Mehmet sat back quite satisfied with himself that he had managed to turn this American businessman into his personal total whore who could be tortured, fisted, raped, abused, and now horse-fucked for his amusement.  As had been pre-arranged, Ahmet set about scooping as much of the cum out of the slave's ass as possible, while Mehmet disconnected the large glass bottle containing the trussed up slave's tit-milk.  Once the two liquids had been mixed together, both Turkish perverts hauled out their impressive organs and relieved themselves of large loads of steaming hot piss to mingle with the cum and milk already in the bottle.  The result was a foul cocktail, which was capped with a special lid, and placed directly underneath the nearly unconscious slave.  The bottle cap had a large lumen straw that plunged all the way to the depths of the disgusting mixture, while at the other end culminating into a special attachment that fit right into Peter's ring gag.  "Now you be sure to drink up all of your nutritious milkshake whore" Mehmet ordered..."because if you haven't consumed every drop by the time I return each of your six lovers from this morning will be given another crack at your sloppy distended cunt."  That statement alone was enough to revive Peter's level of arousal, and she began to suck for all she was worth.  Tears began to flow freely as she swallowed her first mouthful of the disgusting slop, and her lord and master grinned broadly as strode out of the stall. 

Peter heard Mehmet make one last pronouncement as he exited the stables - an instruction to Ahmet..."shove as much of your arm up her cunt as you can to keep her motivated to finish her meal"...and the sadistic former wrestler smiled to himself as he drew thick black shoulder length industrial rubber gloves onto both of his muscle bound arms.  Mehmet could hear the faint sounds of his manservant's python like biceps squelching in and out of his whore as he retired to his pool for an early afternoon swim.

It took a full 45 minutes for Peter to ingest the disgusting mixture of piss, slave-milk, and horse cum through a straw...all the while being mercilessly fisted by Ahmet, who had been shoving his gloved arms all the way into Peter's ruined pussy well past his elbow.  She was then unfastened from the breeding cart, and dumped into a wheelbarrow by Ahmet.  Delivering the slut into the care of the estate slaves, she was barely conscious as she was hosed out, drained, showered, and stuffed into her rubber punishment burka.  With the false teeth silencing gag in place, and the corset portion of the garment cinched in so tightly that she could barely breathe, the rubberwhore was marched out to the pool area where her Master was lounging. From his sumptuous cabana where he relaxed and enjoyed the warm breeze, Mehmet pointed to a raised dais across the pool from where he lounged.  Peter was led over to the dais, and directed to stand on the two metal foot plates.  The estate slaves fastened thick rubber buckling straps around Peter's feet to hold them fast, while at the same time screwing an enormous phallus onto a pole that protruded from the platform immediately behind the foot plates.  The gigantic dildo was liberally greased, and with the click of a button from Mehmet's remote control, it slowly began to telescope upward, towards Peter's awaiting but severely inflamed cunt.  The estate slaves made minor adjustments to the slut's position until the hard rubber intruder had begun to enter its target.  With her feet secured to the platform, and the enormous dong relentlessly burrowing into her, Peter was helpless to escape the ever increasing pressure and the feeling of being stretched to the point of being torn in two.  Unable to scream in pain from behind the silencing gag, she had no choice but to be impaled to the degree that her owner desired.  Just as she thought she would tear in half, the progress of the penetrating dildo was halted by another click of Mehmet's remote.  There, in the blazing hot Turkish sunshine, sweltering in head to toe thick black rubber covered over by what looked like a standard burka worn by any devout Muslim woman, was Mehmet's personal whore-slave...displayed like some kind of macabre rubber scarecrow.  Mehmet became aroused by the sight of Peter on the pedestal, and his thick Arab meat became rock hard under his kaftan.

Peter remained impaled in the sunshine for a full 90 minutes, sweating buckets of fluid inside of her rubber prison and becoming more and more dehydrated with every passing minute.  By the time Mehmet lowered the phallus and allowed the estate slaves to remove her from the display platform, he was in desperate need of sexual release.  Peter was delivered to his cabana and dumped unceremoniously at the big Turk's feet.  Her black material burka cover was removed, but her full body rubber garment remained.  Mehmet reached forward and worked his stubby fingers in behind Peter's permanently pouted thick silicone injected cocksucker lips, and grasped the end of the false teeth silencing gag.  Twisting it as he slowly and painfully removed it from his whore's throat, Peter coughed and spluttered deliriously as it regressed from her windpipe and once again allowed her to breathe normally.  "You must be thirsty my little pet" Mehmet cooed, as he loosened the midsection of his kaftan.  "Come...crawl here to your Master's superior Arab cock and see if it will give you a drink."  By this time Peter was so dehydrated that she would have accepted anything to drink.  She hungrily latched on to Mehmet's tool, and nursed on it like she was sucking a baby's bottle.  It did not take long for the flow to begin, and soon, Peter was guzzling down yet another load of her Master's acrid yellow piss.  Gulping down the fluid, Mehmet placed both of his hands of the back of Peter's rubber covered skull and pushed his manhood deeper in the cocksucker's throat.  Having fully drained his full bladder into his slave's gullet, he began to jack off his impressive organ using Peter's entire head as a masturbation aid.  Up and down he stroked himself by rhythmically forcing the slut's rubbered head in one direction then the other...slowly bringing himself closer and closer to climax before bellowing out like beast in heat as he pumped his cum deep down Peter's spasming throat.  Five impressive shots of cream pulsed outward from the Arab's dick, all of it being ingested and not wasted by the American whore...exactly as she had been taught.  Once he had come down from his sexual high, instead of releasing Peter's skull from his iron grip he kept her head exactly where it was, to slowly milk the remaining semen from his shaft.  Mehmet eventually softened, but continued to keep his plaything's mouth occupied until he had delivered another load of piss, and two more sizeable loads of sperm into her body.  Peter's mouth had been occupied for a full two hours before he allowed her to get up, summoning the estate slaves to once again take her back to her suite for further preparations.

"You have pleased me very much today whore" the Master announced..."so I will let you in on a little secret.  We are having another visitor come to enjoy the amenities of my estate, and the talents that your worthless whoring American flesh have developed.  When I brought you here from Saudi Arabia a certain prince of the royal family with whom I am well acquainted assisted tremendously with our departure.  It is time you expressed your gratitude to him in person for the role he played in allowing you to become the rubber slutwhore that stands before me.  As with your Master, he very much enjoys seeing submissive cuntmeat like yourself treated the way you deserve to be by superior Arab males.  He is very upset with how his government has allied itself so closely with the American President, and is looking forward to taking his frustrations out on a citizen of the great white devil.  He will be arriving tomorrow, and I want you to be specifically prepared to greet him."

As she had become accustomed to, Peter was cleaned up, and cleaned out that evening and allowed to sleep in her luxurious suite so that she would be well rested for her first session with the Prince the next day.  Even though she was terrified of what this new sadist might do to her, the sheer exhaustion won out and she drifted immediately into a deep sleep, roused only by the alarm clock that had been set for her by the estate slaves who had put her to bed.  Shortly after it broke the silence of her slumber, the duo appeared to assist her with her morning ablutions.

By the time the she was delivered to the front door of the mansion, she had been stuffed in the familiar rubber burka, fitted with tight rubber gloves that forced her hands to be balled up into fists so that she could not use her hands for any kind of function, and made to don the rubber boots with the sky high stiletto heels that she could barely remain upright in.  These were of course hidden by the fabric of her outer burka as it draped to the floor.  Underneath her veil, stuffed into her mouth, was not the false teeth gag to which usually completed this outfit, but a different method of silencing her that was just effective, and far more painful.  She had been made to accept into her mouth two rubber trays that looked like a typical sports mouth guard, one for the upper jaw, and one for the lower.  After she had bitten down on the trays, the thick rubber strap to which they were fused was buckled behind her head preventing her from expelling them.  Briefly, she experienced relief that her gag was of such a simple and relatively comfortable design...that was until the punishment aspect of the gag became apparent.  Each of the rubber trays had been coated in oil from a particularly spicy hot pepper native to the region of Turkey in which Mehmet kept his estate.  Upon contact with the tender gums and injected lips of the rubberized sex whore, the oil began to inflame and irritate the mucosal tissue so badly that it began to swell.  With the gag firmly strapped in place, the internal swelling that was progressing increased the pressure from the gag, and made Peter's mouth feel like it was trying to explode from the inside out.  Once the gag had been fitted, a rigid posture collar was strapped around her neck to prevent any movement of her head whatsoever. With no thrashing around, and only the very faint mewling that came from beneath the black veil of the fully garbed former businessman...once again Peter could have been taken out in public, and not a soul would know a thing about his true fate behind the veil.

Ahmet pulled the limo around to the front and ascended the steps to retrieve Peter.  She was to be properly installed in the vehicle before Mehmet's arrival.  The Master's stretch SUV limousine was enormously large, like the Master himself.  The interior was opulent, and consisted of a bank of seating at either end, each with bar and refreshment services, and a large floor space which ran the length of the vehicle between the two seating areas.  Along the central portion of the vehicle's floor, ran a track embedded into the frame of the car itself, so clearly it had been custom made.  A padded rubber platform that occupied the track was slid over to the end near the doorway, and the Turkish wrestler forced Peter down onto it.  Positioned on her knees and made to lean down onto her forearms, broad straps were fastened across her calves, and along the length from her wrists to her elbows, effectively keeping her in the supplicant position of head down...ass up.  It was an extremely vulnerable position that Peter regularly found herself having to assume.  Once secured, Ahmet tested the various mechanisms of the skate, by sliding Peter's bound form from one end of the limo to the other, and also by spinning it round and round on its swiveling mechanism.  Expertly greased and meticulously maintained, there was almost no friction to the device whatsoever, and with just a gentle push, the slave's body could be sent careening along the floor from one set of seats to the other.  Likewise, it was a simple matter to spin her so that her head, or her pussy, could face either direction.  Ahmet pulled out his mobile phone, punched some numbers onto the keypad, and once connected told his employer that the bitch was secured and ready.

The ride to the airport was long and uneventful. To Peter's surprise, Mehmet practically ignored her presence altogether, and comfortably lounged in the front bank of seats reading and drinking for the entirety of the 90 minute trip.

Peter's only clue that they had arrived at the private runway to collect the arriving Saudi Prince, was that the vehicle not only came to a halt, but Mehmet exited the confines of huge car.  She however, remained bound and gagged on the floor, and with the door open, she could hear the voice of her Master conversing in Arabic with another male...laughing and behaving as if there was nothing out of the ordinary at all with picking someone up at the airport, while having a feminized, abused and tortured sex slave encased in rubber and strapped to the floor of your car!

She could feel the weight of the two large men shifting the balance of the vehicle as they entered, and as one of them walked past her to the rear bank of seats.  It was her first look at the Prince.  He was much older than her Master, appearing to be at least in his mid-sixties.  In fact, Prince Rashid was only 58, but his sun-weathered skin made him look substantially older.  He was dressed in robes of pure white, finished with ornate gold piping at the seams, and mirrored aviator sunglasses shielding both of his cold, grey eyes.  He was much thinner than Mehmet, but gave off the same arrogant air that Peter had become accustomed to over her time with the Turkish brute.  As Ahmet loaded the prince's cases into the cargo hold of the stretch SUV, a sneer came across Rashid's face that made Peter's blood run cold.  Although she could not understand what the Arab was saying, his tone of voice was crystal clear.  The real translation of what the Saudi royal had said to his Turkish host..."is this the American slave-whore that you have promised me for my pleasure?"

As the engine of the luxury vehicle roared to life, and Ahmet who was now behind the wheel eased it away from it's parking position, Peter noticed that both her Master, and his honoured guest began to disrobe.  Both men stripped down until they were completely naked, although the Prince continued to wear his mirrored glasses.  Well acquainted with her Master's enormous cock, she now had a clear view of the older Royal's member.  It hung heavily between his hairy thighs, slowly beginning to inflate at the sight of the rubberized American slut bound on her knees in front of him.  As it continued to rise, Peter could see that it easily rivalled Mehmet's cock in terms of length, but had a girth that outpaced even that of the Turkish despot. Rashid had a truly massive penis, that he was going to enjoy using to rape Peter's willing holes with over and over and over again during his visit.

As Peter began to quake at this new and unfamiliar factor in her subjugation and abuse, both Mehmet and Rashid continued to converse, laugh, and don thick shoulder length rubber gloves from storage compartments located beside their seats.  With the press of a button, the small motor housed underneath the padded platform to which Peter was secured whirred into action.  Although she was facing the Prince, the platform began to slide on the track backwards towards her Master, where it stopped just in front of the seated Turk's naked bulk.  With his heavily rubbered hand, Mehmet reached out, and tore away the fabric covering of the punishment burka, leaving the vulcanized and exposed form of the slut underneath visible and vulnerable of the pair of abusers.  The next sensation Peter felt, was the full fist of her Turkish Master being roughly shoved into her cunt. She gasped at the invasion, and had no option but to suffer as Mehmet repeatedly forced his fists in and out of her pussy without any lubricant whatsoever.  Cheered on by Rashid, Mehmet kept up the ferocity of the attack for several minutes until he was elbow deep in Peter's rectum, and the slave was now coated inside of her rubber prison by a thick layer of sweat.  With a final shove, the Turkish brute buried himself just past the elbow, and began to open and close his fingers into a fist – abusing the sensitive lining of his slave’s innards.

Watching the brutal fisting that was taking place at the far end of the vehicle, Rashid’s enormous cock had now reached full erection, and twitched in anticipation as he rubber his hands together waiting for his turn to fist and stretch the American whore.  Soon enough his wait was over, as Mehmet withdrew himself from Peter’s body, and with a click of his remote sent Peter’s bound frame barreling down the length of the vehicle to where the perverted Royal Prince was seated.  Upon arrival, the rubber-covered sled spun round, and presented the second abuser with Peter’s open and puffy cunt which twitched and spasmed uncontrollably.  Without any hesitation Rashid shoved his balled up rubber-covered fist deeply and forcefully into his quarry’s open hole.  Once buried half way to the elbow, he began to roughly jerk his arm upwards and downwards, and side to side – mercilessly stretching and tugging at Peter’s cunt walls – forcing them to open even further and wider that they felt they ever had before.

For 90 minutes, Mehmet and Rashid took turns fisting open Peter’s snatch, constantly raising the level of savagery and inflicting ever increasing amounts of suffering on the bound and compliant rubber-slave all the while.  When the car’s intercom system sparked to life and Ahmet announced from the driver’s seat that they had entered the estate’s vast grounds, each of the dominant Arabs peeled off their thick rubber gloves, and stuffed them inside of Peter’s ruined pussy.  Alighting from the vehicle, Mehmet strode into the mansion with the front of his kaftan obscenely protruding forth due to his massive erection, while Rashid followed him completely nude with his turgid cock dripping with thick viscous pre-cum.  None of the estate slaves would dared to have met the gaze of either their Master, or his honored guest, and so the pair of Arab despots simply sauntered about as if nobody else at all was around.  In truth, this is exactly how they felt…no one else present was worth their attention anyway…every other person there existed in some capacity simply to be of service to the two of them.  It was hedonism personified, and Peter would soon be on the receiving end of yet another round of perverse and torturous activities, all for the pleasure of Prince Rashid al-Saud…Saudi Prince, sadist, and pervert extraordinaire.

Next Chapter…Peter is stretched from the inside out.

While Mehmet and Rashid sauntered through the mansion to the big Turk’s private apartments, Ahmet organized the unloading of the Saudi Prince’s vast amount of luggage that had just arrived in a following vehicle.  Peter remained in the limousine, bound to the motorized sled with two pairs of rubber gloves stuffed into her cunt and her swollen and abused pussylips fully on display for the estate staff to gawk at as they passed back and forth.  Only after all of the unloading and delivering of the Prince’s belongings had been completed did Ahmet take the time to deal with Peter’s now severely cramped and heavily bound body still secured inside of the limousine.  The huge wrestler began by unceremoniously yanking the four thick rubber gloves out of the slave’s stretched out fuckhole.  Once released from her bondage, she was grappled by the back of her neck and marched into the house and thrown onto the floor in front of two of the orderlies of Mehmet’s house staff.  Ahmet instructed them to clean the slut out, clean her up, and prepare her for use by the Master and his honored guest.

The two house servants helped Peter up, but offered no observable comfort or sympathy for her predicament as they led her back to her rooms in the harem to be prepared for her next round of torture and abuse.  Once there she was stripped naked, thoroughly flushed and cleansed, and secured over a four-point frame on top of a raised platform.  Restrained at both wrists, both ankles, and with a thick rubber belt tightened across her midsection she was unable to move a muscle as she was prepared according to her Master’s instructions.  The immobilization was completed by a carbon fiber post that was mounted at the head end of the platform that terminated in a thick rubber posture collar.  One of the two house servants positioned Peter’s head into the lower curvature of the collar, reminiscent of a condemned criminal being positioned into the receiving end of the guillotine in revolutionary France.  Tightly fastened, the collar prevented Peter from moving her head in any direction, and pushed her head upward and back so that she was looking straight ahead and had her jaw brought forward causing her plumped up whore lips to open even further so that saliva began to pool in her mouth and eventually start dripping to the floor in long thick strings.

Once the slavegurl was fully secured, each of the two orderlies retrieved large pots of thick scented oil that had the consistency of honey from hot plates that had been keeping them at a temperature not hot enough to burn human flesh, but certainly warm enough to give the slut’s skin a rosy red glow.  Wearing thick insulated rubber gloves the two house servants were protected from the heat in the oil as they began to slather handfuls of the viscous lubricant onto Peter’s torso and legs, massaging it in as they did so.  Meticulously, the two servants covered every inch of Peter’s bound frame, applying and then working the heavy oil into her skin to soften and warm it making it pliable and supple.  It was the only gentle touch that Peter had experienced in months, and would have been relaxing and enjoyable had she not known that it had to be in preparation for some kind of diabolical and perverted torture at the hands of her Master and his sadistic Arab guest.

Once Peter’s body had been greased and tenderized, each of the two house servants took up position at either end of the raised platform.  The servant at the rear of the platform began to massage and work Peter’s distended cuntlips with the scented oil, gradually working deeper and deeper until the slut was being fully fisted with her insides coated in the aromatic oil.  At the other end, the remaining house servant had four fingers of one hand stuffed into Peter’s mouth, forcing them deeper and deeper until they started to enter the whore’s throat – something that should have caused any human to gag, but Peter’s gag reflex had been sequentially suppressed by extended sessions of having huge cocks, objects, and dildos inserted into her gullet.  Methodically the orderly rubbed and massaged Peter’s entire oral cavity – her smoothed out gums that had been left behind after her dental extractions, the distended opening to her throat, and her plumped up rubbery injected lips.  Once the manual treatment had been completed, the preparations were continued with the thick rubber replica gag of Mehmet’s cock that Dr. Izmir had first used to punish Peter’s gullet.  At that time the evil physician had packed the hollowed out porous gag with his own shit, to slowly liquefy and be ingested by the trussed up rubberslut.  This time the house servant preparing Peter for her next round of abuse filled the gag with the thick scented oil and slid it home until the false teeth mounted on the end of the gag more or less clicked into place making Peter look like she was smiling and enjoying all of the torture being heaped upon her.  With her throat now coated in the honey-like substance all she could do was gurgle and bubble as the orderly strapped a thin rubber mask around the lower portion of her face so that none of the oil could possibly leak out.  She would have to slowly swallow it all as it exuded from the porous gag stretching open her esophagus, dripping down into her gut where it would continue to line her inner walls.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the platform, the orderly had completed a deep fisting and lube job that took the servant inside of Peter’s loosened up vaginal opening right up to his elbows.  The instructions from the Master had been quite specific however, and so with the flick of a switch the entire platform on which Peter was secured tilted thirty degrees forward, raising her back end just enough that none of the scented oil would drip out of her snatch.  The stage was now set, and the last step in the harem slut’s preparation could be carried out.  Each of the orderlies wheeled over large infrared lamps that ran the length of the platform and positioned them on either side of Peter’s immobilized frame.  Once turned on, Peter instantly realized the purpose of all of the oil.  She looked like a giant fatted sow on a spit, slowly roasting as the infrared heat was absorbed by the oil on her punished and abused body.  One of the house servants used a large paintbrush and as if basting an oversized turkey continued to slather Peter’s body with oil as it heated and dripped from her body.  At the rear, the other house servant was using what looked like a caulking gun to fill the slut’s enormous pussy to the brim with more of the heated oil.  Once the orderly could see it’s glistening surface just inside the gurl’s cuntlips, he would use a long rubber truncheon inserted deep into Peter’s bowels to open up her inner sphincter and allow the entire volume of oil to gurgle and bubble as it drained deep into her belly.  After that, the process would be repeated until the slut was slowly roasting and basting on the outside, and fully coated with a thick layer of oil on the inside.  It took fully thirty minutes to complete, but once done she was removed from her bondage, sealed with an enormous cuntplug, and wiped down with soft cloths to remove the excess oil from her skin.  Peter was utterly exhausted from the heavy fisting on the way home from the airport, having been lubed from one end to the other, and slow roasted by infrared heat while coated in thick oil.  She smelled of scented spices and her skin was radiating heat as well as a full body pinkish glow.  The oil had deeply moisturized her skin both externally and internally which would allow for it to endure the extreme stretching she was about to be subjected to without serious injury.  A bra consisting of two tight rubber gaskets slid into place at the base of each of her tits was strapped around her chest, making them engorge and protrude as if begging to be tortured and abused.  Thick rubber ankle cuffs connected to one another via a clip between the D rings on each one held her legs fast and once placed onto a low rolling gurney on her belly her hands were immobilized via the D rings on her rubber wrist cuffs also being connected to her hobbled ankles.  To keep the slavegurl looking forward and to maintain the painful pressure on the back of her neck, a rubber covered metal two pronged hook was positioned such that each arm of the hook inhabited one of Peter’s nostrils.  The rubber belt connected to the hook was passed directly over the slut’s forehead and back toward her bound ankles and wrists.  Once looped through one of the D rings the belt was cinched in smaller and smaller by one of the house servants – each yank pulling Peter’s head further backwards by yanking on her stretched nostrils while pulling her legs further forwards.  This focused incredible pressure on the back of her cervical spine causing crushing agony while doing the same to her lumbar spine as well.  Unable to utter a single word with the replica of her Master’s cock still invading her throat she gurgled in pain every time the house slave yanked on the rubber belt.  Once fully secured, the thin rubber mask was removed from her face and some of the lubricating oil formed tiny bubbles where the false teeth connected to the diabolical gag and her thick silicone injected lips met.  Ahmet was then summoned by the two orderlies and he dutifully appeared to deliver the painfully bound and gagged whore-slave to her Master for an evening of debauchery, pain, rape, and torture.  The wrestler manservant took a long length of rawhide cord and made a loop at either end using a slipknot.  Sliding each loop over one of Peter’s engorged man-breasts, Ahmet tightened each tit-noose just enough to keep it from sliding off of the nubile oiled up flesh.  Taking the center portion of the cord in hand, Ahmet started off for the Master’s private apartments, dragging Peter on her rolling gurney behind him like a little boy drags around his wagon.  The weight of the slavegurl and the weight of the gurney itself caused the slipknots to tighten around Peter’s titflesh as Ahmet proceeded forward.  By the time the gurney was set in motion the rawhide cord was biting viciously into Peter’s udders and tiny droplets of her man-milk began to form at each obscenely enlarged nipple.

Ahmet knocked on his Master’s chamber door and awaited permission to enter.  Hearing Mehmet beckon him to come in, the brawny Turk pushed open the large double door and walked in dragging his cargo behind him.  Both Mehmet and Rashid broke out into lascivious grins as they spied Peter trussed up and suffering on the rolling gurney.  “That will be all” Mehmet announced, and waived Ahmet off summoning him to exit while not taking his wide eyes off of Peter’s enticingly bound body.  Certainly the slave-slut had the appearance of a roasted pig on a platter delivered to hungry diners awaiting their feast…but these two diners had already sated themselves with food and drink and were now wishing to indulge an altogether different appetite.  As Ahmet left the room Rashid sauntered over to Peter’s trussed up body and crouched down to her level.  Still naked, with his enormous Arab shlong dangling in front of him, he reached out and caught with his finger one of the drops of milk dripping from Peter’s tits.  Putting his finger into his mouth he savored the taste as he gazed at the rubberwhore with a demonic look in his eye.  “Let’s get this American slut properly positioned my friend…I cannot wait to hear her scream in agony for mercy as I stretch and abuse her entire body.”

Peter was terrified as the two sadistic brutes slowly released all of her bonds.  They stood her up from the rolling platform and removed her ankle and wrist cuffs as well as the hook in her nose.  The only item that they left in place was her rubber gasket bra, which Peter had not realized could be tightened from its already painfully restrictive grip.  One on each side of her, the abusive older men ratcheted each of the gaskets further closed by another three notches…causing each of Peter’s tits to start to go a deep crimson color, and more milk to start dripping from her eraser-like nipples.  She was pushed and shoved over towards an enormous bed and thrown unceremoniously onto the luxurious silk sheets that covered it.  While Mehmet yanked out her cuntplug, Rashid pulled the cock-gag from deep inside of Peter’s throat and tossed it aside.  The Prince pinched and pulled on Peter’s cocksucking lips and twisted them back and forth for no reason other than to inflict pain and control on his soon to be victim.  For his part, Mehmet already had one of his meaty fists buried in Peter’s oiled up cunt and was punch fucking the distended cuntlips to puff them back up to their fully swollen state.  Flipping her over onto her back, the Turk continued his vaginal assault while the Saudi Prince straddled Peter’s shoulders and upper chest, sitting his full weight down on top of her protruding and congested leaky tits.  He held his enormously thick cock with one hand and pushed Peter’s back against the silk bedding with the other.  He traced his drooling cockhead around his slut’s pouting lips and told her to lick and slurp up all of the dick-honey that his superior Arab cock was feeding to her.  “That’s right you American slut…swallow and enjoy the cocksnot of your divine Saudi Arabian Master.  Worship this huge cock that is going to stretch and choke that little whore’s throat of yours until you either pass out or die.”  Peter was terrified.  She had become used to the pain from the intense stretching she was now receiving from Mehmet who had both ham-hock fists inserted into her pussy…rolling them back and forth to open and distend her inner walls – but the savagery expressed by Prince Rashid was altogether new to her.

The abusive bullies slid Peter’s body around on the bed so that her head was hanging off of one side of the mattress.  Mehmet was now buried past the elbow of his left arm into her cunt, while Rashid used a pair of foam earplugs stuffed into Peter’s nostrils to prevent her from being able to breathe through her nose.  Mehmet began to deep fuck her with his arm while Rashid placed the weighty head of his gigantic cock onto the rubbergurl’s glistening lips.  Moving his hips slowly back and forth the Saudi Royal started to gently facefuck Peter’s mouth while his shaft swelled to its full girth and rigidity.  As he hardened, he pushed further into the cocksucker’s oral cavity until he felt his bulbous head pop through the entrance to her throat.  By now an experienced cocksucker and deep throater, Peter pleasured her rapist’s member with expert skill – applying pressure with her firm inflated lips and swallowing as he entered her gullet each time as if she were trying to suck his cock right off of his very body.  This however would not be enough to bring her tormentor to orgasm, as Rashid had a specific trigger that brought him to mind blowing climax when using a submissive slut.  Many times in his palace outside of Jeddah he had used both male and female cocksuckers in this way.  The lucky ones survived while the unlucky ones lost their lives all for the sexual pleasure of this spoiled and privileged sadistic snob.  The ones who did not make it were never the sort to be missed – street urchins and poverty stricken peasants who could be unceremoniously dumped and forgotten about.  He hoped that his friend’s rubberwhore would survive the night, but he know he could offer Mehmet enough money to make him forget about the death of one worthless slave should the worst case scenario actually happen.  He hoped that the fact Peter had such an elastic and stretched out mouthcunt to begin with would prevent her from actually expiring from lack of oxygen, while hopefully giving him the ride of his life while he raped and abused her stretched out oral pussy.

Now taking the full length and girth of the Arab sadist deep into her throat, with her nose plugged Peter began to panic ever so slightly as Rashid seemed to be leaving his meat plumbed in to its full depth for longer and longer with each successive stroke.  For his part, the Prince was enjoying the tight grip of Peter’s windpipe around his shaft as he slid it home to the point that his hairy dickroot was pressed firmly against the rubberslut’s whorish lips.  Waiting a few extra seconds each time, he was now remaining buried in the smooth warm confines of Peter’s neck for a full fifteen seconds before backing his unit out until the head just barely exited the slag’s throat-opening just long enough for her to gulp in a much needed dose of air.  Back in he would go, balls deep into his human cocksleeve where he would stay until the panic from lack of oxygen and total loss of control would cause a reflexive and rippling grip on his shaft from the smooth muscle lining Peter’s esophagus.  Holding down the whore’s arms against the mattress as he leaned his body weight forward the aging brute had the advantage of leverage as well as Peter’s body wide exhaustion on his side in terms of controlling any physical resistance.  Feeling the gripping pleasure of the rubberwhore around his shaft and watching his friend now double fuck the slave’s cunt with both of his manly forearms was bringing Rashid closer and closer to the most intense orgasm he had had in years and years – maybe ever. 

Rashid was now leaving his dick in Peter’s throat long enough to nearly cause the slut to pass out each and every time he thrust himself into her.  The shallow breaths she was able to take in each time he did back off were becoming less and less effective at providing the necessary oxygen she needed to stay conscious and indeed alive.  As the Prince neared his climax, his grip around her wrists tightened painfully and his thrusts against her face became more and more forceful and violent.  Finally, after a particularly powerful thrust and nearly thirty full seconds of blocking off the American infidel whore’s supply of air Rashid felt Peter’s throat muscles fully constrict around his tumescent shaft sending him careening over the edge of orgasm while he pumped blast after blast of potent Royal Arab cum directly into Peter’s stomach.  The outline of the Prince’s enormous cock was clearly visible on the outside of Peter’s throat, which was twitching, and spasming in a futile attempt to take in life-giving oxygen.  The rubberslut’s whole body began to convulse and much to Mehmet’s delight even her ruined overstretched pussylips began to clamp down on his thick hairy forearms as he continued to drive them in and out of her gaped open vaginal hole.  Peter completely blacked out and slowly, as his orgasm subsided, Rashid drew his softening cock back out of her throat until it popped free from the unconscious slut’s oral sphincter.  Looking down at his spent appendage now coated in a thick layer of mouthpussy slime he sincerely hoped that Peter had survived the oral rape – not because he was at all concerned for her well being, but simply because he realized how much he would enjoy continuing to torture and abuse her body for his complete amusement.

Just as Mehmet was massaging the cunt-oil from Peter’s heavy fisting into the skin of his hairy forearms, her body began to quiver and then shake as consciousness once again returned.  She began to cough and splutter as saliva, lubing oil, and Royal Arabian precum and cum bubbled up from her throat.  As a reward for providing him with the most intense blow job of his life, Rashid shocked Peter back into full alertness by winding up and viciously backhanding her across the face.  Now wide awake and feeling the sting of the impact just delivered, Peter began to openly sob which brought the same demonic smile that she had seen earlier to spread across her tormentor’s face.

The two men lounged casually in the seating area of Mehmet’s bedchamber, sipping tea and eating grapes and other fruits as their whore lay stretched, abused, and exhausted on the bed.  They had no need to worry that Peter might cause them any problem as she was completely spent.  Rashid had summoned Ahmet to have him bring some of the crates he had brought with him from Riyadh, while Mehmet expressed how much he hoped his friend would enjoy his further use of his rubberized harem slave during his visit.  In fact, as had been previously arranged Mehmet now got up to leave and enjoy his evening meal while Rashid would spend some alone time indulging one of his other primary fetishes when using and abusing a submissive slave.  Donning his kaftan but leaving it open at the front to accommodate his swollen dangling cock the Master of the house sauntered off, while his Royal Saudi guest gulped down the remainder of his tea and began setting up one of his favorite pieces of equipment in preparation for the next activity that he had planned for the infidel whore he meant to punish, abuse, and torture.

As was the case with most of Rashid’s toys and equipment…he had paid an obscene amount of money to have the contraption that was now set up to be custom built to his specifications.  It somewhat resembled a set of gymnastic parallel bars, but with several key differences.  The whole thing collapsed into two large crates, but when assembled roughly formed a rectangular structure that measured a total of seven feet in length and four feet in width.  Four sturdy posts, one at each of the corners, were capped with an ornate brass finial that served as the anchor points.  Suspended down each of the long sides of the apparatus were heavy gage bungee cords, like the type used by bungee jumpers.  Frankly, they looked somewhat like the velvet ropes holding back on looking fans at a red carpet movie premiere.  At floor level running the length of the apparatus between the bungee-like railings was a leather covered padded plank.  Connected to the side of the plank at various points were heavy-duty leather straps of different widths and types, and in a box off to he side even more that could be interchanged and attached as desired.  The true deviousness of the set up would become clear to Peter all too soon based on the sadistic surprises held within that box.

With the set up complete, Rashid turned his attention to the recovering rubbersissy still splayed out on the bed.  Peter’s cunt was puffy and stretched, and her throat burned from both the extreme stretching from the Prince’s cock as well as the trauma caused by being deprived of oxygen over and over and over again.  Her tits were still purple and dusky in color from the relentless grip of the heavy rubber gasket bra that was strapped around her chest.  In fact, the first thing Rashid did to once again get his whore’s attention was to tighten each gasket by another notch.  Fresh pain ignited in each of Peter’s tits, made more intense by the brutal Arab grabbing handfuls of each one and squeezing with all of his might.  Ungagged, Peter shrieked in pain at the assault being leveled against her protruding engorged boobs.  “Wake up slut – I require more entertainment” was all that Rashid had to say.  He hated the idea of even lowering himself to talk to the American, but he would make her pay for making him waste any of his superior Royal Arabian breath on her.

Rashid slipped a thin leather choker leash over Peter’s head and proceeded to drag her off of the bed.  As the leather cinched in around her neck she once again struggled for air at the hands of this sadistic Saudi.  She fell in a heap on the floor trying desperately to get her fingers between the flesh of her neck and the leather cord.  A strong man for his age, Rashid simply continued to drag Peter towards the bondage apparatus and once arriving there, used his feet to kick and push the gasping slave into position on her back on the leather covered plank.  Stepping inside of the bungee railings the Prince sat squarely on Peter’s abdomen, forcing what little air was in her lungs rapidly outwards as he dropped his full weight down upon her, pinning her in position.  Instructing her to remove the choke leash from around her neck he waited impatiently as Peter slowly gained the upper hand on the noose and managed to loosen it enough to slip it over her head.  This was soon replaced with a broad rubber collar that Rashid strapped around Peter’s neck before securing it to either side of the plank with short lengths of chain that clipped to D rings at either end.  Now held in place by both the weight of the Prince on top of her and the collar freshly applied to her neck, Peter listened in horror as Rashid explained how things were going to play out.  It seemed that the Royal despot had a penchant for seeing how much slut slaves like Peter could be stretched in various ways.  He liked seeing human flesh distended, expanded, pushed to its limits, and then abused.  He enjoyed inflicting pain and liked to turn submissive whores like Peter into freaks of nature while at the same time increasing his repertoire of punishments.  Some of his skills, he was about to experiment with on Peter.

First came the breath control.  Rashid had already used his massive cock to cut off Peter’s air supply, and then came the leather choker leash.  The next method at the Prince’s disposal was the collar his rubberslut was not wearing.  Attaching an inflation bulb to the outside of the collar, Rashid began to pump.  As he did, a hidden rubber bladder on the inside of the collar began to inflate.  The rigid outer collar had basically no give to it, so all of the pressure generated by the expanding inner bladder was directed inward, around the American whore’s throat.  With each successive pump the strangling grip of the collar increased…and Rashid kept pumping until he caught not only the beginnings of a panic etched on Peter’s face, but also the sound of her labored and difficult breathing.  Perfect.

Rashid then brought each of Peter’s ankles up in turn and passed her feet through strong fabric loops dangling from the bungee railings on either side of her restrained body.  Even though there were no buckles or ties, the stretching of the loops and the position Peter was in made it impossible for her to extricate her legs from their current plight.  To an observer, she would have looked like a pregnant woman being prepped to give birth with her legs suspended in stirrups.  The next step in the process was to deal with the gurl’s arms and hands.  With her legs now raised up such that her cunt was angled upwards at about a 45 degree angle, it was easy to slip a broad rubber strap underneath her ass and slide it up along her spine so that it stuck out from either side of her body just above her elbows.  The last foot and a half of each end of the rubber strap consisted of layers of heavy-duty thick latex rubber that had extremely small pins embedded into them as they were glued together.  Once strapped around Peter’s arms just above her elbows, not only did the rubber strap keep her arms effectively pinned to her sides, but the needle like objects now resting against her flesh bit into her arms causing yet another site of agonizing pain.

The main event was about to begin.

Into Peter’s distended gaping cunthole Rashid placed a thick round plug that looked like a compressed spool used for thread.  Two wider ends connected by a short, thick, but easily accommodated shaft by his slutwhore’s widely stretched trench.  Once in place, another inflation bulb was attached to the outside of the plug, and with each successive pump the two bulbous ends of the spool plug began to enlarge.  As they did so, they encroached on the short thick shaft of the plug and had the effect of sealing the plug immovably in the slavegurl’s pussy.  The ends of the plug were so enlarged that without being deflated, there was no way for the object to be expelled nor pushed further inwards.  Peter was more truly and fully plugged than she had ever been since being enslaved by Mehmet and Ahmet on that lonely road in Riyadh what seemed like a lifetime ago.  She was snapped out of her reminiscence by the voice of her abuser.

“This plug you see, is another one of my customized inventions.  It looks so innocent from the outside, but looks can be deceiving my little infidel concubine.  It contains a secret…a secret that necessitated having your skin and your innards lubed and heated and stretched earlier.”  What Rashid was referring to was a small threaded opening on the outer surface of the plug.  An opening that matched the threading on the canister of compressed air that the Saudi Prince now held in front of Peter’s fear stricken eyes.  I told you that we were going to see how much you could be stretched slut…it’s time to find the answer to that question.  As Rashid began to screw the canister home, the one-way valve mechanism inside of the plug was put into action.  The seal on the canister was breached and the compressed gas filled Peter’s gut.  The sensation for the rubber slut was one of being bloated…like having had too much to eat at an evening meal.  The canisters were small by design, as Rashid liked to be able to fine-tune his torture as the session wore on.  Several canisters later, Peter was getting terribly uncomfortable and her belly was beginning to distend as if in the early stages of being with child.  Still Rashid continued…another canister, then another…the hiss of the gas being expelled into the whore’s abdomen making him more and more horny and excited.  The distention of Peter’s belly continued until its appearance was quite unnatural indeed.  The thick oil that had been massaged into her flesh both inside and out earlier had allowed for increased stretching of the skin, but her belly was so taught and bloated now that the skin itself began to take on a shiny appearance.  Peter was convinced she would burst like an over-inflated balloon if Rashid did not stop, and she knew that he cared little if at all whether she lived or died…and so she was not only terrified, but in agony like she had never experienced before.  With each additional canister she managed to let fly with a blood curdling scream despite the tight rubber bladder inflated around her neck…that was until Rashid decided it was too easy for her to breathe and another few pumps of the strangulation collar were required.  By the time the Prince was finally satisfied, Peter’s gut had been tuned like a large snare drum and as the sadistic Arab gently patted and slapped it the hollow reverberating noise that it made nauseated the tortured slave.  Those gentle slaps however soon turned into vicious punches, kicks, and stomps as the Saudi Prince truly looked like he was trying to burst a water balloon that simply would not give.  He sat on Peter’s belly, bounced up and down on it, and continued to abuse it causing excruciating pain at every turn.  By the time Rashid released Peter from each of the bonds that held her fast, she would have done anything he asked or demanded in order to obtain relief.  Being sealed and inflated like this with no means of release was causing Peter to lose what little of her mind she had left.

“So my little whore…you would like to have your Master offer you some relief by deflating that disgusting Western bloated slutbelly of yours is that right?” Rashid asked.  Peter moaned and groaned and nodded her head furiously – begging for Rashid to have mercy and take pity on her.  “Ha!  Pity.  You stupid filthy American whore.  The way your country has taken pity on so many Arab lives as it has bombed and invaded and imposed itself on countries throughput the Middle East?  No my little slut – you have not yet finished paying for the sins of your countrymen – and until I deem that you have you will continue to suffer horribly for my amusement.  I understand that you have a particular talent slut…the ability to function as a human toilet for superior Arabic men to use is that right?”  Even though it was the type of use and abuse that Peter hated more than anything else, she nodded vigorously in agreement and begged Rashid to allow her to be used as his toilet and to drink his piss or eat his turds if that would satisfy or please him.  “It will be a decent beginning whore” Rashid replied, “but simply feasting on my waste will not be enough.  I will deflate your repellent belly if you agree to sit on the floor rubbing your enormous gut like Buddha while you suck on my turds like the lollipops your decadent culture enjoys so much.  While you do so, you will beg me to use and abuse your sow tits instead of keeping your fattened gut inflated.  You will be me to make them as huge and pendulous as can be imagined, while allowing you to bounce on and ride obscenely large cunt-stuffing dildos and plugs.  Is that understood whore?...do you agree to my terms?”  What choice did she have?  She was in unadulterated blinding agony in her current predicament and even if the relief was only temporary…it was necessary to obtain it at any price.  Peter quickly agreed to Rashid’s terms and smiling like the devil himself…the Prince told his whore to sit like a good little slut on the floor and start rubbing her fat disgusting belly.  “Tell me what a repugnant whore you are slut…tell me that you are a dirty Western whore who is good for nothing other than being used for the amusement of a superior Arabic man…tell me how hungry you are to have your cocksucking silicone injected facecunt lips wrapped around one of my delicious Arabian shitlogs….”  Once Peter had done all of this and kept repeating the vile phrases over and over, Rashid had her hold out her hands while he turned around, squatted, and squeezed out a thick heavy log of dense meaty shit into her waiting grasp.  “Now” he ordered as he turned around…”no chewing allowed my little piggy – just sucking and gumming the delectable meal that your Master has served you while you explain how much you would like to have your big udders abused and distended.  And don’t forget to tell me what a disgusting little American pigwhore you are…good for nothing but serving your Middle Eastern betters.”

On and on the process went, until Peter had sucked and swallowed four robust logs of Prince Rashid’s excrement.  Successfully holding down the very last of it she gazed pleadingly into her captor’s eyes silently begging for the release he had promised.  ‘Tsk tsk” the Prince admonished…”you’ve forgotten to lick and suck your fingers clean slut.  Once piggy has cleaned each and every one of her disgusting little Western fingers, Master will deflate that ugly fat gut.”  Rashid had been videotaping the entire scene, which now ended with Peter loudly and hurriedly slurping up the last of her abuser’s waste from her hands that she had had to hold the vile “popsicles” with.  True to his word, once Peter had complied with all of his orders he flipped her bloated body on its side and screwed into the threaded opening a device that slowly allowed the trapped compressed air to escape.  The rate of deflation however was one-tenth the rate of inflation – specifically by Rashid’s own design.  As Peter’s belly slowly expelled the agony inducing gas the Prince straddled her neck while facing towards her feet…pulled his cheeks apart…and informed Peter that perhaps she might have some room for dessert.  Pressing his hole right down on to the rubberwhore’s mouth the Prince squeezed out a few more lumps of shit and ordering his slut to savor them all before using her mouthcunt to deeply lick and clean his Royal anus.  Rashid reveled in the luxurious feeling of Peter’s well-trained tongue worshiping his hole and just as her belly was returning to normal size Mehmet re-entered the bedchamber having enjoyed a long relaxing evening meal.  “Did she give you any trouble my friend?” the big Turk inquired.  “Not at all” the Prince replied…”in fact she has requested that I provide some treatment to her sow-udders so that they may be of greater pleasure to you as her Master and owner.  Would that be satisfactory to you my friend?”  Mehmet beamed at the thought of his rubberslut wishing to provide him with pleasure and he happily nodded is agreement.  “Well then my friend” the Prince suggested…”why don’t you leave her with me for the night and in the morning you will have a great and perverted surprise waiting for you?”  Rashid could feel the slight resistance quiver through Peter’s frame and so to keep her from begging for her Master to take her immediately from his clutches he forced his weight fully down upon her trapped mouthpussy to prevent her from making a sound.

Mehmet turned to leave and wished his friend much pleasure and enjoyment in the use of his slave, and expressed how much trouble he would have sleeping in anticipation of his surprise.  Rashid stood up freeing Peter from underneath his seated frame and looked down at her shit-drooled whore-like lips with an evil expression on his face.  I could feel that you wanted to beg your Master for relief from me just now you infidel whore…and for that transgression, I promise to make you suffer even more than you can possibly imagine for the rest of the night.  Before I am through you will wish yourself dead – that much I promise you my captive little slut.

Next Chapter…extreme torture of extreme tits…and much more abuse…if you would like to see Peter subjected to more use and abuse for the pleasure of her Masters.