Harem

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.

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 slave toy’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 sex toy 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 cunt whore’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 ass lips around Peter’s cunt began to work rhythmically to expel the intruder. Mehmet merely watched as Peter strained to push six inches of the extra long 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 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 pussy hole. 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 ass lips. 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 pussy mouth. 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 cunt slave’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 cunt hole. 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 pussy hole. 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 cunt hole, and then shoving it back in with the force of a bludgeon. After several minutes of this degree of abuse Peter’s pussy lips began to engorge and swell. This was exactly what Mehmet wanted – puffy distended pussy lips that he could lengthen and stretch.

With his ungloved hand he reached down and pinched and tweaked 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 ass lips 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?”

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 foot pedal 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 assured 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.

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 cunt lips, 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 whore boy’s pussy lips 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 love tunnel 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 ass lips 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 cunt lips 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 sex toy 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 pussy lips of his slave cunt 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 pussy hole 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 bitch boy.