Harem

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

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

Peter’s belly was in agony. The skin was stretched taut, and had taken on a shiny appearance due to the extreme tension. The saddle was thrown across her back, and two thick leather straps were cinched in around her belly. Mr. Ling took delight in making these as tight as he could possibly pull as doing so multiplied the compressive force to the exterior of the whore’s pregnant gut. Once saddled, his mount needed a bridle. He placed a rubber covered steel bit gag in Peter’s mouth, and connected a set of reins to either end of the gag which was secured around her head with a heavy leather buckling strap. A traditional riding crop being too long for him to effectively motivate his mare, he opted instead for a wooden handled paddle of sorts, that consisted at its business end of the thick lugged rubber sole of a logger’s boot…size 13.

It had in fact been one of Ahmet’s boots that had been re-made for the purpose of torturing the slut. Fully prepared, he placed his feet in the stirrups and mounted his steed. Even Mr. Ling’s small frame and his relatively light body weight caused Peter’s exposed knees to be ground into the hard flooring. With a vicious swipe of the boot sole paddle, he yanked back on the bridle and commanded his bitch to move. Like some kind of perverted Asian cowboy he rode Peter from one end of the room to the other…whacking and spanking her mercilessly with the heavy rubber paddle, and pulling so hard on the reins that her rubbery lips jutted out from her face and the skin at the edges of her mouth began to friction and blister. Her knees were badly bruised, and the muscles in her arms were beginning to give way under the strain of the load she was carrying. She had been carting the evil bastard around for nearly 20 minutes when finally her left elbow did buckle, causing her to lurch suddenly forward and to the left, nearly bucking her rider off in the process. Mr. Ling was incensed. In a rage he leapt off of Peter’s back and began hurling insults at her in Chinese. They were accompanied by blows with the rubber paddle that he rained down on her exposed flesh. Slipping back into English, he hissed at her that she would regret her failure to please him very very much indeed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Now slut” he said sitting back upright…”your tongue, in my asshole, NOW!”
Peter instantly obeyed, and tongue fucked her Asian dominator feverishly. Mr. Ling sighed with relaxation, and began to grind his ass on his slut’s face with delight. He could feel the inevitable beginning to happen, and was relishing the thought of feeding this decadent American whore his communist shitload in its entirety.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As the heavy ornately carved wooden door swung shut and then locked behind her, Peter gazed around the sumptuously furnished suite in which she now stood. It was dominated by a huge king sized bed, covered with a thick duvet and masses of fluffy down pillows. Chairs covered in heavy deep purple velvet, tapestry curtains with gold brocade ropes ending in beautiful tassels, and a bureau upon which stood a multitude of cut crystal perfume and lotion bottles completed the vista. Dropping the robe from her shoulders, Peter made a bee-line for the bed, and collapsed instantly into a deep, restful sleep. As her conscious mind drifted further and further away, giving way to dreams, Peter was back in the USA, in his office - a junior executive working his way up the corporate ladder.

So vivid was the dream that when the presence of another person in the room began to wake her from her slumber, she momentarily did not even recognize the visage of Ahmet staring down at her when she woke. All the more painful it was then when reality came crashing back in, and in fact she became aware that her old life in America was the dream, and that her reality was that she was the personal slave property of a sadistic Muslim Turk who enjoyed nothing more than seeing her suffer to ever greater degrees. Genuine tears rolled down her cheeks...which brought a broad grin to the manservant's face. "Your beauty sleep is finished whore" he announced, "your Master wishes to be amused."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peter could see in her peripheral vision that when her Master reappeared, he had brought along with him another wheeling cart, which contained a stainless steel machine about the size of a microwave oven. The big Turk unwound a long cord, and plugged the device into an electrical outlet. He then proceeded to lift two thick rubber hoses from latches on the side of the machine. Each of the hoses terminated in thin elongated rubber sleeves that looked something like plungers. After greasing each of the sleeves with lubricant, Mehmet shoved one onto each of Peter's engorged orbs, and then flicked a switch on the machine's housing. As the machine whirred to life, Peter could feel the rubber sleeves beginning to massage and milk her breasts in an alternating left then right fashion.

The sensation was almost pleasurable, until Mehmet grasped a dial on the machine and began to slowly turn it around once...then twice...then a third and a fourth time. With each turn of the dial, the speed and strength of the suction increased, to the point that Peter thought that her sensitive tits would be ripped right off of her chest. It didn't take long for the rubber whore's milk to start flowing, and Mehmet clapped with glee when he could see the first drops of his slave's hormone induced lactation drop into the glass canister on the bottom of the cart. "Wonderful my little whore...just wonderful" he exclaimed..."we shall see how much milk we can extract out of you while you enjoy having your pussy treated to a new and exciting experience!"

With that pronouncement Mehmet ordered for his chair to be brought in, and two of his estate slaves appeared out of nowhere...one with a comfortable armchair for the Master to sit in, and the other with a tray of snacks and an ice-cold glass of sparkling water. After settling in off to the side of the stall with a perfect view of Peter being mechanically milked dry, the fat decadent despot beckoned for Ahmet to bring in the first stud. Peter began to tremble with fear, as she knew what was now in store for her as she lay exposed and open on the heavy wooden cart with the industrial rubber hoses suctioning her boobs. The clip clop of hooves on the wooden floor of the stable confirmed it, as did the hiss of air escaping as the unseen Ahmet released the inflation bulb and deflated the huge spherical rubber plug that had been stretching her cunt all morning.

Mehmet piped up once more and explained that the thick lube that his man had fisted Peter with when she was getting dressed was in fact laced with the estrous hormone of an Arabian mare in heat. All of the Turk's thoroughbred stallions would be able to smell the scent of sex in the rubber whore's cunt, and be eager to mate with and impregnate her. The sadistic Master added..."and I have six prize stallions my little slut - so you are in for quite a gang bang". Mehmet burst into gales of obnoxious laughter as he sat back in his chair and sipped his drink while waiting for the show to begin, and Peter could feel the intense heat of the first stallion as it's massive bulk moved slowly overtop of her bound frame on the bondage cart.

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

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

Peter was a blubbering drooling mess as the second, then the third stallion was trotted in to rape and fill her snatch. By the time the sixth and last horse had finished with her, the slut's pussy was a wide-open trench, filled to the point of overflowing with congealing, lumpy equine cum. Her tits inside of the rubber suction sleeves were bruised and engorged, and rendered extremely sensitive by the constant relentless milking. Mehmet sat back quite satisfied with himself that he had managed to turn this American businessman into his personal total whore who could be tortured, fisted, raped, abused, and now horse-fucked for his amusement. As had been pre-arranged, Ahmet set about scooping as much of the cum out of the slave's ass as possible, while Mehmet disconnected the large glass bottle containing the trussed up slave's tit-milk.

Once the two liquids had been mixed together, both Turkish perverts hauled out their impressive organs and relieved themselves of large loads of steaming hot piss to mingle with the cum and milk already in the bottle. The result was a foul cocktail, which was capped with a special lid, and placed directly underneath the nearly unconscious slave. The bottle cap had a large lumen straw that plunged all the way to the depths of the disgusting mixture, while at the other end culminating into a special attachment that fit right into Peter's ring gag. "Now you be sure to drink up all of your nutritious milkshake whore" Mehmet ordered..."because if you haven't consumed every drop by the time I return each of your six lovers from this morning will be given another crack at your sloppy distended cunt." That statement alone was enough to revive Peter's level of arousal, and she began to suck for all she was worth. Tears began to flow freely as she swallowed her first mouthful of the disgusting slop, and her lord and master grinned broadly as strode out of the stall.

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

It took a full 45 minutes for Peter to ingest the disgusting mixture of piss, slave-milk, and horse cum through a straw...all the while being mercilessly fisted by Ahmet, who had been shoving his gloved arms all the way into Peter's ruined pussy well past his elbow. She was then unfastened from the breeding cart, and dumped into a wheelbarrow by Ahmet. Delivering the slut into the care of the estate slaves, she was barely conscious as she was hosed out, drained, showered, and stuffed into her rubber punishment burka. With the false teeth silencing gag in place, and the corset portion of the garment cinched in so tightly that she could barely breathe, the rubberwhore was marched out to the pool area where her Master was lounging. From his sumptuous cabana where he relaxed and enjoyed the warm breeze, Mehmet pointed to a raised dais across the pool from where he lounged. Peter was led over to the dais, and directed to stand on the two metal foot plates.

The estate slaves fastened thick rubber buckling straps around Peter's feet to hold them fast, while at the same time screwing an enormous phallus onto a pole that protruded from the platform immediately behind the foot plates. The gigantic dildo was liberally greased, and with the click of a button from Mehmet's remote control, it slowly began to telescope upward, towards Peter's awaiting but severely inflamed cunt. The estate slaves made minor adjustments to the slut's position until the hard rubber intruder had begun to enter its target. With her feet secured to the platform, and the enormous dong relentlessly burrowing into her, Peter was helpless to escape the ever increasing pressure and the feeling of being stretched to the point of being torn in two. Unable to scream in pain from behind the silencing gag, she had no choice but to be impaled to the degree that her owner desired. Just as she thought she would tear in half, the progress of the penetrating dildo was halted by another click of Mehmet's remote. There, in the blazing hot Turkish sunshine, sweltering in head to toe thick black rubber covered over by what looked like a standard burka worn by any devout Muslim woman, was Mehmet's personal whore-slave...displayed like some kind of macabre rubber scarecrow. Mehmet became aroused by the sight of Peter on the pedestal, and his thick Arab meat became rock hard under his kaftan.

Peter remained impaled in the sunshine for a full 90 minutes, sweating buckets of fluid inside of her rubber prison and becoming more and more dehydrated with every passing minute. By the time Mehmet lowered the phallus and allowed the estate slaves to remove her from the display platform, he was in desperate need of sexual release. Peter was delivered to his cabana and dumped unceremoniously at the big Turk's feet. Her black material burka cover was removed, but her full body rubber garment remained. Mehmet reached forward and worked his stubby fingers in behind Peter's permanently pouted thick silicone injected cocksucker lips, and grasped the end of the false teeth silencing gag. Twisting it as he slowly and painfully removed it from his whore's throat, Peter coughed and spluttered deliriously as it regressed from her windpipe and once again allowed her to breathe normally. "You must be thirsty my little pet" Mehmet cooed, as he loosened the midsection of his kaftan. "Come...crawl here to your Master's superior Arab cock and see if it will give you a drink." By this time Peter was so dehydrated that she would have accepted anything to drink.

She hungrily latched on to Mehmet's tool, and nursed on it like she was sucking a baby's bottle. It did not take long for the flow to begin, and soon, Peter was guzzling down yet another load of her Master's acrid yellow piss. Gulping down the fluid, Mehmet placed both of his hands of the back of Peter's rubber covered skull and pushed his manhood deeper in the cock sucker's throat. Having fully drained his full bladder into his slave's gullet, he began to jack off his impressive organ using Peter's entire head as a masturbation aid. Up and down he stroked himself by rhythmically forcing the slut's rubbered head in one direction then the other...slowly bringing himself closer and closer to climax before bellowing out like beast in heat as he pumped his cum deep down Peter's spasming throat. Five impressive shots of cream pulsed outward from the Arab's dick, all of it being ingested and not wasted by the American whore...exactly as she had been taught. Once he had come down from his sexual high, instead of releasing Peter's skull from his iron grip he kept her head exactly where it was, to slowly milk the remaining semen from his shaft. Mehmet eventually softened, but continued to keep his plaything's mouth occupied until he had delivered another load of piss, and two more sizeable loads of sperm into her body. Peter's mouth had been occupied for a full two hours before he allowed her to get up, summoning the estate slaves to once again take her back to her suite for further preparations.

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

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

By the time the she was delivered to the front door of the mansion, she had been stuffed in the familiar rubber burka, fitted with tight rubber gloves that forced her hands to be balled up into fists so that she could not use her hands for any kind of function, and made to don the rubber boots with the sky high stiletto heels that she could barely remain upright in. These were of course hidden by the fabric of her outer burka as it draped to the floor. Underneath her veil, stuffed into her mouth, was not the false teeth gag to which usually completed this outfit, but a different method of silencing her that was just effective, and far more painful. She had been made to accept into her mouth two rubber trays that looked like a typical sports mouth guard, one for the upper jaw, and one for the lower. After she had bitten down on the trays, the thick rubber strap to which they were fused was buckled behind her head preventing her from expelling them.

Briefly, she experienced relief that her gag was of such a simple and relatively comfortable design...that was until the punishment aspect of the gag became apparent. Each of the rubber trays had been coated in oil from a particularly spicy hot pepper native to the region of Turkey in which Mehmet kept his estate. Upon contact with the tender gums and injected lips of the rubberized sex whore, the oil began to inflame and irritate the mucosal tissue so badly that it began to swell. With the gag firmly strapped in place, the internal swelling that was progressing increased the pressure from the gag, and made Peter's mouth feel like it was trying to explode from the inside out. Once the gag had been fitted, a rigid posture collar was strapped around her neck to prevent any movement of her head whatsoever. With no thrashing around, and only the very faint mewling that came from beneath the black veil of the fully garbed former businessman...once again Peter could have been taken out in public, and not a soul would know a thing about his true fate behind the veil.

Ahmet pulled the limo around to the front and ascended the steps to retrieve Peter. She was to be properly installed in the vehicle before Mehmet's arrival. The Master's stretch SUV limousine was enormously large, like the Master himself. The interior was opulent, and consisted of a bank of seating at either end, each with bar and refreshment services, and a large floor space which ran the length of the vehicle between the two seating areas. Along the central portion of the vehicle's floor, ran a track embedded into the frame of the car itself, so clearly it had been custom made. A padded rubber platform that occupied the track was slid over to the end near the doorway, and the Turkish wrestler forced Peter down onto it.

Positioned on her knees and made to lean down onto her forearms, broad straps were fastened across her calves, and along the length from her wrists to her elbows, effectively keeping her in the supplicant position of head down...ass up. It was an extremely vulnerable position that Peter regularly found herself having to assume. Once secured, Ahmet tested the various mechanisms of the skate, by sliding Peter's bound form from one end of the limo to the other, and also by spinning it round and round on its swiveling mechanism. Expertly greased and meticulously maintained, there was almost no friction to the device whatsoever, and with just a gentle push, the slave's body could be sent careening along the floor from one set of seats to the other. Likewise, it was a simple matter to spin her so that her head, or her pussy, could face either direction. Ahmet pulled out his mobile phone, punched some numbers onto the keypad, and once connected told his employer that the bitch was secured and ready.