Harem

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 bitch cunt 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 cunt flesh constricting his arm he once again began to roughly twist and shove his arm deeper into his slave toy’s tunnel.

All the while he was opening and closing his huge hand into a fist to stretch out the inner walls of his play space 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 long dicking 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 pussy lips 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 aperture would allow. She was barely getting enough oxygen to breathe as the assault on her cunt hole 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 slave boy 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 bitch slave 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 endeavor 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 gay bitch boy’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 cunt slave’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 cunt hole 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.

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 behavior.

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 tit meat.

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.
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 pussy lips 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 blow dart 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.

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 asshole.” 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.