Harem

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Once Peter’s body had been greased and tenderized, each of the two house servants took up position at either end of the raised platform. The servant at the rear of the platform began to massage and work Peter’s distended cuntlips with the scented oil, gradually working deeper and deeper until the slut was being fully fisted with her insides coated in the aromatic oil. At the other end, the remaining house servant had four fingers of one hand stuffed into Peter’s mouth, forcing them deeper and deeper until they started to enter the whore’s throat – something that should have caused any human to gag, but Peter’s gag reflex had been sequentially suppressed by extended sessions of having huge cocks, objects, and dildos inserted into her gullet. Methodically the orderly rubbed and massaged Peter’s entire oral cavity – her smoothed out gums that had been left behind after her dental extractions, the distended opening to her throat, and her plumped up rubbery injected lips.

Once the manual treatment had been completed, the preparations were continued with the thick rubber replica gag of Mehmet’s cock that Dr. Izmir had first used to punish Peter’s gullet. At that time the evil physician had packed the hollowed out porous gag with his own shit, to slowly liquefy and be ingested by the trussed up rubberslut. This time the house servant preparing Peter for her next round of abuse filled the gag with the thick scented oil and slid it home until the false teeth mounted on the end of the gag more or less clicked into place making Peter look like she was smiling and enjoying all of the torture being heaped upon her. With her throat now coated in the honey-like substance all she could do was gurgle and bubble as the orderly strapped a thin rubber mask around the lower portion of her face so that none of the oil could possibly leak out. She would have to slowly swallow it all as it exuded from the porous gag stretching open her esophagus, dripping down into her gut where it would continue to line her inner walls.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the platform, the orderly had completed a deep fisting and lube job that took the servant inside of Peter’s loosened up vaginal opening right up to his elbows. The instructions from the Master had been quite specific however, and so with the flick of a switch the entire platform on which Peter was secured tilted thirty degrees forward, raising her back end just enough that none of the scented oil would drip out of her snatch. The stage was now set, and the last step in the harem slut’s preparation could be carried out. Each of the orderlies wheeled over large infrared lamps that ran the length of the platform and positioned them on either side of Peter’s immobilized frame. Once turned on, Peter instantly realized the purpose of all of the oil. She looked like a giant fatted sow on a spit, slowly roasting as the infrared heat was absorbed by the oil on her punished and abused body.

One of the house servants used a large paintbrush and as if basting an oversized turkey continued to slather Peter’s body with oil as it heated and dripped from her body. At the rear, the other house servant was using what looked like a caulking gun to fill the slut’s enormous pussy to the brim with more of the heated oil. Once the orderly could see it’s glistening surface just inside the gurl’s cunt lips, he would use a long rubber truncheon inserted deep into Peter’s bowels to open up her inner sphincter and allow the entire volume of oil to gurgle and bubble as it drained deep into her belly. After that, the process would be repeated until the slut was slowly roasting and basting on the outside, and fully coated with a thick layer of oil on the inside. It took fully thirty minutes to complete, but once done she was removed from her bondage, sealed with an enormous cuntplug, and wiped down with soft cloths to remove the excess oil from her skin. Peter was utterly exhausted from the heavy fisting on the way home from the airport, having been lubed from one end to the other, and slow roasted by infrared heat while coated in thick oil. She smelled of scented spices and her skin was radiating heat as well as a full body pinkish glow.

The oil had deeply moisturized her skin both externally and internally which would allow for it to endure the extreme stretching she was about to be subjected to without serious injury. A bra consisting of two tight rubber gaskets slid into place at the base of each of her tits was strapped around her chest, making them engorge and protrude as if begging to be tortured and abused. Thick rubber ankle cuffs connected to one another via a clip between the D rings on each one held her legs fast and once placed onto a low rolling gurney on her belly her hands were immobilized via the D rings on her rubber wrist cuffs also being connected to her hobbled ankles. To keep the slave girl looking forward and to maintain the painful pressure on the back of her neck, a rubber covered metal two pronged hook was positioned such that each arm of the hook inhabited one of Peter’s nostrils. The rubber belt connected to the hook was passed directly over the slut’s forehead and back toward her bound ankles and wrists. Once looped through one of the D rings the belt was cinched in smaller and smaller by one of the house servants – each yank pulling Peter’s head further backwards by yanking on her stretched nostrils while pulling her legs further forwards.

This focused incredible pressure on the back of her cervical spine causing crushing agony while doing the same to her lumbar spine as well. Unable to utter a single word with the replica of her Master’s cock still invading her throat she gurgled in pain every time the house slave yanked on the rubber belt. Once fully secured, the thin rubber mask was removed from her face and some of the lubricating oil formed tiny bubbles where the false teeth connected to the diabolical gag and her thick silicone injected lips met. Ahmet was then summoned by the two orderlies and he dutifully appeared to deliver the painfully bound and gagged whore-slave to her Master for an evening of debauchery, pain, rape, and torture. The wrestler manservant took a long length of rawhide cord and made a loop at either end using a slipknot. Sliding each loop over one of Peter’s engorged man-breasts, Ahmet tightened each tit-noose just enough to keep it from sliding off of the nubile oiled up flesh. Taking the center portion of the cord in hand, Ahmet started off for the Master’s private apartments, dragging Peter on her rolling gurney behind him like a little boy drags around his wagon. The weight of the slave girl and the weight of the gurney itself caused the slipknots to tighten around Peter’s titflesh as Ahmet proceeded forward. By the time the gurney was set in motion the rawhide cord was biting viciously into Peter’s udders and tiny droplets of her man-milk began to form at each obscenely enlarged nipple.

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

Peter was terrified as the two sadistic brutes slowly released all of her bonds. They stood her up from the rolling platform and removed her ankle and wrist cuffs as well as the hook in her nose. The only item that they left in place was her rubber gasket bra, which Peter had not realized could be tightened from its already painfully restrictive grip. One on each side of her, the abusive older men ratcheted each of the gaskets further closed by another three notches…causing each of Peter’s tits to start to go a deep crimson color, and more milk to start dripping from her eraser-like nipples. She was pushed and shoved over towards an enormous bed and thrown unceremoniously onto the luxurious silk sheets that covered it. While Mehmet yanked out her cunt plug, Rashid pulled the cock-gag from deep inside of Peter’s throat and tossed it aside. The Prince pinched and pulled on Peter’s cock sucking lips and twisted them back and forth for no reason other than to inflict pain and control on his soon to be victim. For his part, Mehmet already had one of his meaty fists buried in Peter’s oiled up cunt and was punch fucking the distended cuntlips to puff them back up to their fully swollen state.

Flipping her over onto her back, the Turk continued his vaginal assault while the Saudi Prince straddled Peter’s shoulders and upper chest, sitting his full weight down on top of her protruding and congested leaky tits. He held his enormously thick cock with one hand and pushed Peter’s back against the silk bedding with the other. He traced his drooling cockhead around his slut’s pouting lips and told her to lick and slurp up all of the dick-honey that his superior Arab cock was feeding to her. “That’s right you American slut…swallow and enjoy the cocksnot of your divine Saudi Arabian Master. Worship this huge cock that is going to stretch and choke that little whore’s throat of yours until you either pass out or die.” Peter was terrified. She had become used to the pain from the intense stretching she was now receiving from Mehmet who had both ham-hock fists inserted into her pussy…rolling them back and forth to open and distend her inner walls – but the savagery expressed by Prince Rashid was altogether new to her.

The abusive bullies slid Peter’s body around on the bed so that her head was hanging off of one side of the mattress. Mehmet was now buried past the elbow of his left arm into her cunt, while Rashid used a pair of foam earplugs stuffed into Peter’s nostrils to prevent her from being able to breathe through her nose. Mehmet began to deep fuck her with his arm while Rashid placed the weighty head of his gigantic cock onto the rubbergurl’s glistening lips. Moving his hips slowly back and forth the Saudi Royal started to gently facefuck Peter’s mouth while his shaft swelled to its full girth and rigidity. As he hardened, he pushed further into the cocksucker’s oral cavity until he felt his bulbous head pop through the entrance to her throat. By now an experienced cocksucker and deep throater, Peter pleasured her rapist’s member with expert skill – applying pressure with her firm inflated lips and swallowing as he entered her gullet each time as if she were trying to suck his cock right off of his very body.

This however would not be enough to bring her tormentor to orgasm, as Rashid had a specific trigger that brought him to mind blowing climax when using a submissive slut. Many times in his palace outside of Jeddah he had used both male and female cocksuckers in this way. The lucky ones survived while the unlucky ones lost their lives all for the sexual pleasure of this spoiled and privileged sadistic snob. The ones who did not make it were never the sort to be missed – street urchins and poverty stricken peasants who could be unceremoniously dumped and forgotten about. He hoped that his friend’s rubberwhore would survive the night, but he know he could offer Mehmet enough money to make him forget about the death of one worthless slave should the worst case scenario actually happen. He hoped that the fact Peter had such an elastic and stretched out mouthcunt to begin with would prevent her from actually expiring from lack of oxygen, while hopefully giving him the ride of his life while he raped and abused her stretched out oral pussy.

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

Rashid was now leaving his dick in Peter’s throat long enough to nearly cause the slut to pass out each and every time he thrust himself into her. The shallow breaths she was able to take in each time he did back off were becoming less and less effective at providing the necessary oxygen she needed to stay conscious and indeed alive. As the Prince neared his climax, his grip around her wrists tightened painfully and his thrusts against her face became more and more forceful and violent. Finally, after a particularly powerful thrust and nearly thirty full seconds of blocking off the American infidel whore’s supply of air Rashid felt Peter’s throat muscles fully constrict around his tumescent shaft sending him careening over the edge of orgasm while he pumped blast after blast of potent Royal Arab cum directly into Peter’s stomach. The outline of the Prince’s enormous cock was clearly visible on the outside of Peter’s throat, which was twitching, and spasming in a futile attempt to take in life-giving oxygen.

The rubberslut’s whole body began to convulse and much to Mehmet’s delight even her ruined overstretched pussylips began to clamp down on his thick hairy forearms as he continued to drive them in and out of her gaped open vaginal hole. Peter completely blacked out and slowly, as his orgasm subsided, Rashid drew his softening cock back out of her throat until it popped free from the unconscious slut’s oral sphincter. Looking down at his spent appendage now coated in a thick layer of mouthpussy slime he sincerely hoped that Peter had survived the oral rape – not because he was at all concerned for her well being, but simply because he realized how much he would enjoy continuing to torture and abuse her body for his complete amusement.

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

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

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

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

Rashid slipped a thin leather choker leash over Peter’s head and proceeded to drag her off of the bed. As the leather cinched in around her neck she once again struggled for air at the hands of this sadistic Saudi. She fell in a heap on the floor trying desperately to get her fingers between the flesh of her neck and the leather cord. A strong man for his age, Rashid simply continued to drag Peter towards the bondage apparatus and once arriving there, used his feet to kick and push the gasping slave into position on her back on the leather covered plank. Stepping inside of the bungee railings the Prince sat squarely on Peter’s abdomen, forcing what little air was in her lungs rapidly outwards as he dropped his full weight down upon her, pinning her in position. Instructing her to remove the choke leash from around her neck he waited impatiently as Peter slowly gained the upper hand on the noose and managed to loosen it enough to slip it over her head.

This was soon replaced with a broad rubber collar that Rashid strapped around Peter’s neck before securing it to either side of the plank with short lengths of chain that clipped to D rings at either end. Now held in place by both the weight of the Prince on top of her and the collar freshly applied to her neck, Peter listened in horror as Rashid explained how things were going to play out. It seemed that the Royal despot had a penchant for seeing how much slut slaves like Peter could be stretched in various ways. He liked seeing human flesh distended, expanded, pushed to its limits, and then abused. He enjoyed inflicting pain and liked to turn submissive whores like Peter into freaks of nature while at the same time increasing his repertoire of punishments. Some of his skills, he was about to experiment with on Peter.

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

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

The main event was about to begin.

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