Harem

After a few minutes rest while Peter whimpered and begged for release from the floor in front of him, Faisal leaned forward and released the restraint holding down Peter’s right arm. He then ordered the bitch to undo the rest of the restraints on her own, which she struggled to do but eventually managed to complete. “Now my little whore – it is time for you to provide me with more pleasure through the suffering and pain of your worthless body. Stand up bitch.” Having been giving the order Peter knew that she had no choice but to obey. She struggled and groaned, but eventually managed to get both of her feet underneath her with Faisal’s big size 13 still embedded up her ass. Slowly she raised herself up, half squatting and half standing before the pain became too much to bear going any further. “Stand up I said you filthy whore” Faisal shouted – and used the muscles in his massive leg to force Peter to a full standing position in front of him. “Now my little bitch, fuck yourself on my leg – I want you to shove my foot deeper into your stretched out cunt.” As Peter tried to push her body back toward her rapist who was seated comfortably behind her, the pain became so intense that she nearly passed out.

As she pressed backwards, Faisal shoved forward with his lower leg, watching Peter’s ass lips swallow more of his ankle joint and lower leg. “No more – no more” Peter begged, pleading for release from the inhuman treatment to which she was being subjected. “Fine” Faisal responded, “you can have my foot out of your ass, but you will have to do all of the work yourself.” With that, the burly Turk sat back in his chair and lit a cigarette while the poor slave bitch began the struggle and strain of extricating the size 13 foot from her pussy hole. Peter struggled and squirmed, openly screaming in agony as she tried to pull away from the seated Turk, who merely laughed harder and harder with every passing moment. “Perhaps you will never get my foot out of you my little infidel whore” Faisal wondered aloud – followed by even more laughter.

Peter redoubled her efforts, and the tip of Faisal’s calloused roughened heel became visible at the gateway to Peter’s insides. At that point the muscular beast decided to give the flagging slave some help, and placed his right foot in the middle of the small of Peter’s back. With one mighty shove Faisal sent Peter flying forward, ripping his left foot from the depths of the slave’s cunt as she went careening across the room crashing into the wall at the far side. Peter lay in a heap of pain and misery as Faisal wiped all of the lube, blood, and pussyjuice off of his foot.

“I would dearly love to keep you here permanently my little slut so that I could continue to train you as a pain pig, but I have promised your Master that I would deliver you on time for your next level of training.” With that Faisal began to dress his large, sweaty and stinking frame, leaving Peter whimpering and mumbling to herself on the floor. She was now completely broken, nothing more than a piece of meat to be molded, used, trained and enjoyed by a dominant master. After getting himself ready, Faisal scooped up all of the components to Peter’s punishment burka, and stuffed them into an oversized duffel bag. He then gathered up the slave herself, gripping the scruff of Peter’s neck, and proceeded to stuff her into the bag as well. Slinging the bag over his broad shoulders, Faisal carried his cargo out into the bright sunlight of the Turkish morning. When he got to his vehicle he needed to find his keys, so he dropped the bag on the ground with a thud, and shoved his big meaty hand into his pocket to rummage around. While he did so he kicked and stomped on the bag containing the thoroughly abused slave with his big black steel toed work boots – still shining and clean thanks to Peter’s tongue. After opening the trunk of the car he loaded in his living cargo, and got behind the wheel for the long journey to Peter’s next destination.

Peter had no idea where she was, or how much time had passed since she had been stuffed in the duffel bag by her sadistic tormentor. The heat in the car’s trunk was unbearable, and it was hard to breathe enclosed in the thick canvas bag. In truth, it had been nearly two full hours by the time that Faisal swung the car into the long driveway of the specialty private medical clinic. Coming to a stop in front of the secluded and opulent looking building, Ahmet appeared in the large front entranceway before Faisal even had the chance to kill the ignition. The two large hairy Turks conversed about the weather and how the drive had been before even approaching the trunk to release Peter from her sweatbox-like prison.

Peter could feel the rush of cooler fresh air as the trunk hatch was opened, and was soon blinded by bright sunlight as the zipper on the bag was undone. The first thing she saw was the evil grin on Ahmet’s face as the muscular manservant stared down at her. Peter instantly began to sob as the memories of all of the pain that Ahmet had inflicted upon her came rushing back. “Welcome girl” Ahmet announced as her reached in and pulled Peter roughly out of the bag and onto the gravel driveway. With that he continued his conversation with Faisal, while undoing the zipper at the front of his pants.

Faisal began to recount the events of his time with Peter as Ahmet’s thickening cock sprang out from inside of his pants. Without even breaking eye contact with Faisal, Ahmet reached down and dragged Peter’s face up to his crotch, and shoved his cock deep into the whore’s throat. As if on autopilot, Peter began to suck and slurp on the thick arab meat now filling her mouth pussy, and could feel Ahmet getting harder and longer inside of her as he listened to the horrible things that Faisal had made her endure. Just as Faisal finished telling Ahmet about how he had shoved the bitch forward to rip his foot from deep in her pussy, Ahmet drained a huge load of cum straight into Peter’s gullet. Gently suckling on Ahmet’s now shrinking manhood, Peter made sure that just as she had been trained to do, she consumed every last drop of cum from her user’s cock.

Thinking her task over for the moment, Peter began to lift her head away from Ahmet’s cock shaft before having it shoved back into place by the big Turk. She then felt a twitch run through Ahmet’s meat, and a slight groan from up above her as her mouth began to fill with the manservant’s load of piss. She gulped and swallowed, remembering well the punishment for wasting any amount of a pissload that was meant to be taken entirely into her stomach. After ingesting what seemed like a gallon of fluid, Ahmet shoved her back off of his prick and packed away his cock and balls into his pants. “Do you need to use the facilities before you go my friend?” he asked Faisal. “Don’t mind if I do” came the reply, and Faisal began to undo his pants, letting his massive organ dangle freely in the early afternoon sun. “Let me show you how I like to feed a useless infidel bitch a nice hot load of righteous Muslim piss my friend.” Faisal then cupped the lower half of Peter’s face with one of his massive hands. Using his strength to clamp shut the slave’s jaws, he stuck his index finger of the same hand roughly and deeply into one of Peter’s nostrils, plugging it off completely.

Using his fee hand, he shoved the head of his slightly thickening cock into the other nostril. Peter began to struggle but to no avail as Ahmet helped hold her still while Faisal grabbed his fucktube and relaxed to begin the flow of piss. The urine shot from the Turk’s cockhead and burned the inside of Peter’s nasal passage on the way to the back of her throat. She choked and spluttered as the two laughing tormentors watched her struggle to ingest another gallon of human waste. Peter’s nose burned terribly and her eyes began to tear uncontrollably as the delicate lining of her nasal passage was assaulted by Faisal’s acidic piss. “I like to piss in a whore this way my friend as it causes a great deal more pain and humiliation than simply using its mouthhole.” When Faisal was finished, Peter was once again shoved back into the dirt as the big man tucked his package back into his pants. “I look forward to doing business with your employer again my friend” Faisal announced as he got back in his car. “Enjoy the rest of your miserable existence” he called back to Peter as he drove away – laughing that demonic laugh that Peter had come to both loathe and fear over the past couple of days.

“Right you useless bitch, time to get you cleaned up and presented to your Master so that he may tell you about the next installment in your training as his whore.” Ahmet gathered up the duffel bag containing the restrictive rubber burka, and ordered peter to follow him into the clinic. Once inside, they were met by two very small, thin, effeminate young men dressed from head to toe in crisp white linen outfits. They looked like twins, and appeared to be some kind of orderlies or something of the like. “Get this bitch cleaned up and presentable” Ahmet ordered, and with that Peter was whisked away.

She was taken to a tiled room, and secured to a rubber-covered chair in the very centre of the space. The pair of orderlies then donned rubber aprons and Wellington boots, before getting started on the task of cleaning up, and cleaning out the now seated slavewhore.

They began by scrubbing every inch of Peter’s body with foaming sponges, which worked up a luxurious lather that felt wonderful on her skin. This was then thoroughly rinsed off with warm water before each orderly took one of her hands and began to clean out the fingernails and perform something of a manicure. Both feet were then afforded the same seemingly loving care. The chair was then tilted backward and laid to rest on the floor while the two workers collected items from the shelves at the side of the room. Peter then felt the familiar sensation of a large sized plug being inserted in her pussy. Once seated, the plug began to inflate until she was completely, although not painfully sealed. The chair was then righted, and one of the attendants manned the switch at the entrance to the room. Once engaged, the flow of warm water started and Peter’s body began to fill from the enema.

The second attendant prodded and pushed on her abdomen so as to be able to tell his partner when to cease the filling process. Once filled to capacity, Peter did begin to feel some pain as her stomach protruded out in front of her. The attendants then inserted a catheter deep into her urethra, and attached it to a much smaller hose that was connected to a hand held bag of saline. This was quite painful as Peter’s bladder was then inflated by a full litre of sterile saline before the hose was clamped off. Now filled like a living water balloon, the two attendants began to rub a scented oil all over Peter’s body, smoothing out her abused skin with very gentle caresses and light touches. Once fully anointed, the catheter hose was unclamped and her bladder was allowed to drain. For the attachment that was buried in her pussy, the flow was reversed with the flick of a switch and the water was siphoned out of her by a vacuum mechanism. She was then released from the chair, dressed in a long flowing kaftan type robe, and taken to an opulent parlor to await her Master.

She did not have to wait long before Mehmet came sweeping into the room accompanied by a small, studious looking arab man. “Ah my dear” Mehmet exclaimed as he sauntered over to where Peter was sitting on a low stool. “Show your Master you are happy to see him.” Peter dropped to the floor and kissed and licked each of Mehmet’s expensive leather loafers. “Very good, very good” Mehmet sighed as he gently nudged his slaves face away to signal he was satisfied. As Peter sat back Mehmet and the smaller man took up position in two leather wing chairs that faced the soon to be modified slave who was now seated on the floor.

“This my sweet is Dr. Kizmir” Mehmet said as he motioned toward the thin small man beside him. Although he had not yet said a word, something about the doctor disturbed Peter greatly and filled her with dread. “You are almost ready to move into my house and begin serving me for the rest of your life, but you must first stay here for a while under the doctor’s care and attention. He will carry out my wishes to finish making you into the type of whore I require you to be. I understand that Faisal was quite successful in continuing the training of your holes – that pleases me greatly.” With that Mehmet turned to the quiet doctor and asked him if he had any final questions before Mehmet took his leave. “I am quite clear on your wishes Sir” the doctor replied, “but do wish to know if I may take some enjoyment from your whore while she is under my care?” “My dear man – you may use her like she were your own until I accept delivery of her.” With that statement, a diabolical smile that darkened the doctor’s face spread across his visage from ear to ear.

Right after her master had left the room, the doctor ordered Peter to stand and remove her kaftan. Slowly he walked around Peter’s naked frame over and over. Staring and smiling to himself as he thought all of the fun he would have at this infidel’s expense. “You may not be aware” he said as finally he spoke, “but your Master has tasked me with making several changes to your body in order to make you into the slave that he requires. These changes I am afraid will turn you forever into something of a freak – not fit for society outside of the dungeon into which your Master places you for the rest of your days. I quite enjoy my work, and see to it that the filthy slave whores that I treat are subjected to as much pain and humiliation as I can manage while they are under my charge.” With that the doctor began to undress his tiny frame, by far the smallest most insignificant creature that to date had been given free reign over Peter’s body. Moving in front of Peter so that she could clearly see, the doctor slid open a drawer in the table that sat between the two leather wing chairs. “Get on your knees slut” the doctor ordered, and Peter complied.

From this vantage point she could see the tiny penis that the doctor possessed, almost laughable it was so miniscule. “No doubt you have noticed my anatomical shortcomings my dear” the doctor said. “Believe me – I make up for them in other ways – ways that you will become accustomed to over your time here.” Reaching into the drawer, the doctor pulled out a long, relatively thin dildo. Peter though to herself that given her treatment of late, she would barely be able to feel such a thin footlong piece of rubber as it entered her. The doctor however, had other plans for the phallus. Peter was surprised when he reached around and began to insert it in his own anus, moaning in delight as it disappeared inside of him. Slowly he sat back down in the chair, embedding the full 12 inches of black rubber up his ass. In obvious ecstasy, the doctor gyrated and ground around on the dildo for about five minute while the perplexed Peter kneeled obediently in front of him. As the doctor stood back up, he slowly removed the dildo from his ass. As he brought it back around in front of him Peter could see that the length of the rubber shaft was coated in thick brown shit from the doctor’s ass. “I understand that you have had some toilet training my dear” the doctor announced. “Good – that will help” he said as he advanced towards the trembling slave. “You will learn that I demand silence at all times from whores like you. I thoroughly enjoy various means of gagging you to prevent so much as a whimper while I do my work. Open that filthy infidel’s mouth pussy this instant” the doctor ordered. Her will broken, but still repulsed by what was about to happen, Peter slowly opened her mouth.

The doctor then tilted Peter’s head all the way back, widening her jaws and opening up her throat. Slowly he began to insert the shit-covered dildo deep into the slave’s throat. The acrid taste that Peter remembered from when Mehmet had used her as his human toilet filled her mouth. The doctor continued to shove, passing Peter’s now barely present gag reflex, until the shit stick was fully embedded, pressing on the slave’s vocal cords and preventing any speech whatsoever. Peter’s saliva began to mix with the doctor’s shit, liquefying it and filling his mouth with the slurry mess. The doctor then secured the dildo in his quarry’s mouth with a broad band of thin latex that he wrapped tightly around Peter;s head. The gag secured, the doctor once again returned to the table drawer and removed the biggest strap on dildo that Peter had ever seen. The monstrous appendage was 16 inches long, several inches thick, and covered in hard rubber nubs that protruded from its surface. As the doctor fastened the massive dildo around his tiny waist, he ordered his slave to bend over and push her ass up into the air. Peter complied, her mouth full of the doctor’s shit and her ass now awaiting his assault with the thick rubber weapon. Applying just a small amount of lube to the dildo’s surface, the doctor placed its enormous head against Peter’s cuntlips, and began to slowly push himself into the awaiting pussyhole.

Peter trembled as she felt her asslips open to admit the studded invader. Almost methodically, the doctor very slowly inserted the entire 16 inches into his prostrated bitch, and then, in an instant, began to wildly fuck Peter’s hole like there was no tomorrow. The hard rubber studs on the strap-on’s surface abused and scraped at the tender walls of Peter’s pussy as the sheer length and girth of the device dilated her pussylips to their full extent. She could hear the doctor complimenting himself on what a tremendous job he was doing of raping his whore as he bucked up and down on top of her. After 10 full minutes of this brutal and thorough ravaging of her hole, she heard the doctor shout and scream as he climaxed into the strap-on dildo. Once he came down from his high, he unceremoniously yanked himself out of Peter’s snatch, and summoned his two assistants. “Make sure she has completely cleaned the shit gag” he ordered, “as well as licking the strap on clean and sucking my cum out of it. After that, prepare her for her first procedure, her Master does not want to waste any time.” With that, Peter was left to the ministrations of the two orderlies as her latest Master strode proudly from the room. Peter had a very bad feeling about what her immediate future was to hold.

It had taken Peter over half an hour to suck clean the shit-covered dildo that had been shoved down her throat, as well as sucking the cum out of the enormous studded strap-on before licking the foul instrument clean. The doctor’s assistants stood dispassionately and watched as Peter went about her degrading tasks. Once she was done, they led her to the adjoining room to prepare her for more attention from the doctor.

The procedure room as it was known, was a bright white room bathed in light from a multitude of sources from all angles. The tiled floor and walls reflected the light like mirrors. In the centre of the room was a single piece of furniture, an exam chair complete with straps and attachments on all sides. Once seated in the chair, the assistants fastened Peter in so that all four limbs as well as her torso were completely immobilized. Her head was still unrestrained, so she turned it sharply when she heard a door on the far side of the room click open. The sinister looking Dr. Kizmir strolled through the door, casually perusing a chart as if Peter were just another patient attending an appointment in his clinic. Nothing could be further from the truth. “Let me get one thing straight up front my dear – I cannot stand the very sight of submissive little sex freaks like you.

The only thing that makes your presence here tolerable to me is that I get to inflict any amount of pain and torture on you during your stay, while at the same time practicing techniques on your pathetic body that shall we say I would not be allowed to attempt in conventional medical practice. Do you want to know what my specialty is slut? Plastic and cosmetic surgery. Your master and I have a little arrangement yes? I get to experiment on your worthless body in ways that unenlightened “ethics” boards would never approve, while my friend Mehmet gets a personalized sissy slave to use for the rest of its painful torture filled life. Very symbiotic would you not agree?” The good doctor continued to explain how he felt that medicine had never advanced so far so fast as when the Nazi’s were free to experiment on unwilling subjects during the war. How his view was that ethics boards had handcuffed visionary medical practitioners like himself, depriving them of being able to realize their true greatness and leave their mark upon medical history. In his mind, it was his genius that had found a way to circumvent all of that – and after hearing his speech, Peter was truly terrified. She realized that this man to whom she had been signed over was indeed quite insane.

“So” the doctor announced with a broad smile, “shall we begin then?” With that, Peter was informed that the first round of modifications that Mehmet had ordered had to do with her face. For these to begin, her head would need to be restrained. “I used to use straps to restrain a subject’s head” Dr. Kizmir stated as he busied himself collecting tools from the side of the room, “but I always found that as tight as I might strap a bitch down, once I got started there was always too much wiggling and struggling getting in my way.” He continued by saying that he was now using a series of metal bands, ratcheted down and bolted onto the frame of the chair so that there was little if any movement that could take place. By the time he was done, Peter had broad bands of metal running across her forehead, chin, and neck – effectively pinning her to the headrest of the chair. “Today my sweet cunt we are going to give you a whole new look.” With that statement Dr. Kizmir went into gales of laughter, and collected more tools.

Peter had never had a tattoo done before, so she did not recognize the equipment as it was wheeled over beside the chair. Most Turkish women do not wear much make-up, but having traveled a great deal in the west, Mehmet had become attracted to the vibrant and colourful styles of North America. He had instructed Dr. Kizmir to give Peter a slutty, whorish, trashy look – and to make it permanent. Peter began to cry out as the first jab of the needle pierced her flesh. The doctor reminded her of how much he loved to hear his subjects scream, so by all means to keep it up. By the time he was done Peter had bright red rouged cheeks, and matching eye shadow that had been permanently tattooed into place. Already the slave was beginning to look like something of a clown, but this was only step one. The doctor put down the tattoo gun, and informed Peter that they would be doing some further application of make-up, once the next phase had been completed.

“Such nice cock sucking lips you have slut” the sadist announced. Too bad that they are entirely too small for your Master’s liking. Dr. Kizmir informed Peter that to truly be able to pleasure a man’s cock, the slut’s lips need to be plump, juicy, fat. They also need to be shaped so that they pout and fairly beg to be impaled by a superior male appendage. Collagen injections were far too slow, and incapable of producing the desired effect for true maximum cocksucking pleasure for a whore’s master. Dr. Kizmir had therefore modified medical grade silicone so that it could be injected directly into human tissue without being enclosed in a vessel such as a breast implant. Of course, the long-term effects of this treatment on the health of the patient were of no apparent interest to Dr. Kizmir. Peter followed the path of the hypodermic as far as she could with her eyes, until it got too close to her lips for her to see with not being able to move her head.

The next thing she felt was the tip of the needle piercing her lower lip, and then the intense burning as the egomaniacal doctor depressed the plunger and filled Peter’s lip with silicone. It took six injections to each lip, but when he was done Dr. Kizmir beamed with pride as he looked down at Peter’s face. The slave’s lips were now triple their previous size, bulging out from her face and nearly bursting at the seams. “There is one unfortunate side effect that we have noted so far I am afraid” the doctor lamented. “The silicone tends to harden somewhat, making your lips more like the texture of firm rubber than soft skin. Ah well, all the better for applying pressure to your Master’s cock, which from now on will be their main function if I know Mehmet.” Dr. Kizmir continued with another series of injections around Peter’s lips, this time with a highly potent and irreversible form of botox, permanently paralyzing some of the small muscles around her mouth so that her inflated rubbery lips maintained a perfect pucker for her Master’s pleasure. This of course meant that Peter would never again be able to completely close her mouth, and would drool perpetually, making her mouth an ever-ready moist receptacle for thick juicy Arab cocks.

Leaving Peter’s lips to fully cure and firm up, Dr. Kizmir turned his attention to Peter’s ears. Surprisingly, all Mehmet had ordered in this regard was a simple piercing, which was easily accomplished. Once done, the doctor proceeded to pluck out all Peter’s eyebrow hair, and smear a thick stinging gel over the freshly denuded skin. Another of the good doctor’s creations, this gel was a permanent depilatory, eradicating the hair follicles in any patch of skin to which it was applied. Peter would have more experiences with this gel before leaving Dr. Kizmir’s care. Once again the tattoo gun was fired up, and Peter was given two new, permanent, sultry dark eyebrows to enhance her developing whorish appearance. Dr. Kizmir prodded and pinched Peter’s lips to see if they had fully cured, and announcing that they had, he loaded a new cartridge into the tattoo gun.

A million pricks into the freshly plumped up lips produced the look of permanently applied bright ruby red lipstick, completing Peter’s transformation from the face of a man, to that of a tranny cock-sucking whore. “We have one more modification to make my dear – but your master insisted that you be anaesthetized while it is being conducted. I of course objected, but since he does own you, what he says goes. I am going to put you to sleep now, and when you awaken, not only will I have constructed for Mehmet the perfect cocksucking mouth, but the perfect means to silence that mouth whenever it suits him to do so” With that, a needle was plunged into Peter’s arm, and the sweet release of unconsciousness overtook her.

Peter regained her senses rather clumsily, slowly coming out of the stupor induced by the drug she had been given. Her entire face was in agony, which made sense given the torture that it had been subjected to, but finding herself still strapped down to the exam chair she was unable to determine the full extent of the damage. Dr. Kizmir was still in the room, and approached the slave and sat on his stool beside her once he realized she was waking up. “Welcome back slut. Allow me to tell you what we achieved while you were asleep. First, I had my assistants shave off the rest of the hair on your head so that we could apply my depilatory gel to your scalp as well as your face and neck. For the rest of your pathetic life you will never again grow a single hair in either location. The rest of your body will receive the same treatment in due time. We also removed several of your teeth. Oh not all of them my dear, your Master still wants you to be able to eat and chew food. We have left you all of your molars, but removed everything else.

This makes a nice opening any cocks that your Master wishes for you to service. It also facilitated the construction of this little beauty – which we will now try out to make sure it fits properly.” With that, Dr. Kizmir held up an object that Peter could not make out right away from her vantage point. The diabolical surgeon went on to explain that there may be times when Mehmet wants his slave (as all good slaves should be) to be seen, and yet completely unheard. To this end a custom made gag was now about to be inserted into Peter’s mouth. Not only would this gag effectively silence the sissy slut, but would also camouflage the gaping cock-hole that existed from the removal of her teeth. The gag consisted of an exact replica of Mehmet’s cock, with a set of false teeth bonded to the base so that once inserted all the way into the wearer’s mouth, she would still have a perfect smile. With some rough shoving and very little care for the pain being inflicted, Dr. Kizmir shoved the custom dildo gag into Peter’s mouth and down her throat. Pressing the vocal cords out of the way it rendered her 100% mute. Dr. Kizmir liked the way that the outline of the replica of Mehmet’s long thick cock causes a bulging in Peter’s throat.

Anyone who saw her wearing it would instantly know that the bitch’s throat was stuffed full of solid rubber cock meat. After making sure that the teeth portion of the gag looked all right, Dr. Kizmir yanked it out of Peter’s throat, causing her to cough and sputter. He then informed her that as a gift, he had constructed for Mehmet a second false teeth gag, to be used for either punishment or pleasure as he saw fit. The surgeon held it up in front of Peter’s face, and to her it looked identical to the first version with the only difference being that the cock portion of the gag hung looses like a condom instead of being a solid dildo. “The genius of this gag my dear, is that the rubber structure of the gag portion is porous, allowing transmission from inside of the gag, to outside of the gag.” With that he snapped on a pair of rubber gloves and placed a stainless steel dish on the table next to Peter’s head.

He then proceeded to inform Peter that just before she had awoken from her stupor, he had returned from having filled the steel bowl with a generous portion of fresh shit from his own rectum. He started to stuff the rubber portion of the gag with his shit like it was some kind of sausage, until it was bulging and erect from the pressure of the contents within. It was at least as thick if not thicker than her Master’s actual cock as she felt the doctor slide it home into the deep recesses of her throat. “I estimate that it will take approximately 6 hours for all of my shit to liquefy and run through the gag into your throat my dear. The beauty of this gag is that it can be filled with whatever your Master desires – liquid or solid. As your saliva mingles with the contents you will be fed whatever it is that your Master has deemed necessary for you to ingest.”

All of his efforts had made Dr. Kizmir extremely horny, so he informed Peter that he would now use her for the main function that her miserable existence was now to serve – a man’s pleasure. With the press of a button the entire exam chair lowered to the point that Peter was now at waist height for the diminutive doctor. The bands holding her head and torso were released, as were her legs. Her arms and neck remained restrained to hold her in place until the good doctor had finished with her. Around his midsection Dr. Kizmir fastened another of his extensive collection of gigantic strap-on dildos. As with the others, his small cock fit into the core of the dildo, so that once cinched in, it looked as though the dildo was actually his real cock. This dildo consisted of a series of five bulbs, connected by thin sections of hard rubber that were just bigger than the diameter of his undersized organ. The bulbs however, grew significantly as the phallus moved from one to the next. The first was about the size of an egg, and the last was the size of a small melon. Still gloved, the doctor used the remaining contents of the bowl of his turds to smear up and lube the length of the dildo.

With that done, he began to roughly shove and push the length of the strap-on into his bitch’s waiting cunt. The first three bulbs were easy for Peter to take, having had Faisal’s big size 13 shoved all the way into her bowels, but the fourth took a great deal more effort both on the part of the doctor, and the slave. With an audible “plop” it finally slid home, leaving only the gigantic fifth bulb outside of Peter’s ruined pussyhole. Dr. Kizmir was rock hard inside of the dildo as he looked down and saw Peter’s pussylips blanche and strain to admit the globular invader. Although Peter had taken large objects into her snatch before, the shape of this dildo made it an excruciating endeavor – much to her tormentor’s delight. Finally Dr. Kizmir’s body lurched forward and the final bulb sank into place deep in Peter’s hole.

Not content to stop there, Dr. Kizmir used all his might to push himself back from Peter’s bound frame, yanking the fourth and fifth bulbs back out again. This was closely followed by shoving them right back in again, and after 20 or 30 repetitions the resistance of Peter’s sphincter had all but disappeared. Sweating profusely, Dr. Kizmir drove the strap-on home one last time and shuddered with the ecstasy of a blinding orgasm. After slowly coming down off of his high, he unstrapped the dildo from around his waist, withdrew his shrunken member, and without so much as a word left Peter strapped to the exam chair, stuffed with over 7 pounds of solid rubber, and a thick layer of slurry shitty lube. As he left the room she heard him call to his assistants that the bitch was to be thoroughly cleaned and fisted before the next round of modification.

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

One of the rubbered minions went into a storage room to retrieve a machine that would be needed for the slut’s cleaning, while the other grasped hold of Dr. Kizmir’s enormous strap-on dildo and yanked it free from Peter’s pussy. Once empted from the huge rubber invader, Peter soon felt the now familiar sensation of a fist and forearm being inserted into her. The assistant soon inserted his second hand and forearm to join the first, filling up Peter’s abused cunt, but not exactly stretching it since his arms were so slender, and Peter’s hole was so loose. Peter was almost enjoying the feeling when it very quickly changed being pleasantly full to being stretched and torn apart. Because the assistant’s arms were so slim, he was able to put them completely side by side inside of Peter’s rectum.

From there he clasped his hands deep down inside of the slut’s snatch, and used that as a fulcrum point as he began to separate his elbows from one another, causing the most grotesque straining and blanching of Peter’s pussy-lips. Peter began to scream in agony, and for a brief instant as she squinted from behind clenched eyelids, she was sure that a diabolical smile appeared just briefly on the usually expressionless face of the rubber assistant. The painful fisting and stretching was to continue however, as the assistant began to rotate his arms as if turning an imaginary steering wheel inside of the slut’s hole. This coupled with pumping his arms in and out of the cavernous opening was upholding two of Dr. Kizmir’s most important rules – that the bitch be kept more and more stretched and dilated, and that she be kept in ever increasing amounts of agony as she progressed through her time at the clinic.

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

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

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

When Dr. Kizmir flicked on the lights and entered the room, he loved the sight he beheld in front of him in the middle of the room. Peter was sweating profusely and moaning in agony as she suffered no less that her thirtieth deep forceful enema of the night. In fact it was now morning and the diabolical doctor was there to begin the day’s modifications. Peter’s abdomen was taut, straining to retain the litres of fluid that had been pumped in to her. Dr. Kizmir could not help but to lay his hand against her stomach, feeling the tight flesh like he were feeling the belly of a heavily pregnant woman. As he enjoyed the sensation he heard the emptying cycle begin, and Peter began to moan more loudly as the cleansing machine sucked the water from his insides so violently that Peter was certain that it would pull out her intestines along with the fluid. Once she was emptied, Dr. Kizmir detached the rubber cleaning hose, and wheeled the machine back to its place in the storage room. He then loosened and removed the gasket holding Peter open, the elasticity in her asslips now all but gone as the orifice remained gaping open even after the hard rubber ring was taken away. Righting the chair, Dr. Kizmir was able to fully admire the previous days adjustments to Peter’s appearance.

The permanent make-up looked whorish and cheap, and the silicone in the bitch’s lips had fully cured leaving her lips with the texture of hard rubber erasers that were nicely pouted and slightly open – the perfect cocksucker’s mouth. In fact, the modifications to her lips would now leave her with a slight speech impediment that made her sound like a brainless bimbo when she spoke. The good doctor wished his patient good morning, and informed her that they had a busy day in front of them. “Before we begin out next procedure though you infidel whore, I have brought you a delicious breakfast treat” Dr. Kizmir then produced the most disgusting thing Peter thought she had ever seen. He had taken an extra-thick long knotty looking turd, and frozen it onto the end of a stick to make a foul smelling shit popsicle. “You can practice your cock sucking technique by sucking and slurping on your special treat me dear” the doctor announced. Having no choice, Peter accepted the popsicle and began to suck on it. As the shit thawed and dissolved Peter had to slurp it down since she could not completely close her mouth with her freshly injected lips. By the time she had finished her breakfast there was a trail of liquefied shit dripping down to her chin – a sight that Dr. Kizmir liked very much indeed. “You can look forward to more interesting meals my dear over the rest of your time as Mehmet’s personal whore.

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

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

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

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

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

Peter spent the entire morning doubled over, her feet buckled to the floor and her arms being ever so slowly ratcheted further up her back into a painful reverse prayer position. Her asslips were also being stretched, and were engorged with blood as they swelled and puffed up and away from her grotesquely distended pussy-hole. By the end of the morning Peter’s small but developed bossoms had each been injected with 2 cups worth of Dr. Kizmir’s special silicone solution, and were now like two bouncy rubber balls – waiting to be knocked around and abused for a sadistic tormenters delight. When Dr. Kizmir and one of his assistants released Peter from the harnessing in which she had been held, she fell to the floor exhausted from her ordeal. “On your feet whore” Dr. Kizmir ordered – or you shall be dragged to your final treatment by your pathetic injected tits.

Fearing that the evil doctor was not even remotely joking, Peter hauled herself up to a standing position in front of the man who had permanently transformed her into a freakish sex-slave. “Look at you” Dr. Kizmir sneered – “a tarted up whore not fit for anything but to serve as a plaything for a superior Muslim Master. “Well – you will have that opportunity slut, for we only have one more treatment to complete before your Master has you permanently transferred to his home for his amusement…and your torture.” With that Dr. Kizmir delivered a stinging slap right across Peter’s face, and led her into the next chamber in the seemingly unending maze of his private clinic.

“Your Master has specifically requested that we deliver you to him with amongst other things, a distended set of extremely sensitive and punishable pussy lips. This is perhaps one of my favourite treatments to deliver slut – and for the whore, one of the most painful.” Peter was instructed to climb a small platform in the centre of the room, and sit on the armless chair perched on top of it. In the middle of the seat was a hole slightly smaller that one would find in a standard toilet seat. Once seated, leather straps and buckles held her thighs fast against the seat, and a chain with a thick rubber posture collar was lowered from the ceiling. Once the collar was secured around Peter’s neck, Dr. Kizmir began to crank the chain attached to the collar back up toward the ceiling. Peter found it increasingly hard to breathe, as the collar felt like it was about to pull her head right off of her shoulders.