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Harem

Part 5

Harem 5


After having been measured all over his entire body for the custom made rubber torture-burka that his master was going to encase him in for the trip back to his permanent hell in Turkey, Peter was led to a fucking bench and secured in a prone position on his hands and knees.  Ahmet pulled a thick rubber hood over the slaves head, and stuffed his mouth and throat with an extra thick penis gag, buckled around the outside of the hood.  The gag helped to once again stretch out Peters throat for his Masters thick Arab meat, and further diminished his gag reflex.  It had been Mehmets order from the beginning that his slave-bitch be able to deep throat not only his cock, but any and all thick long objects that he wished to insert into the slaves gullet.  Ahmet unwound the rubber tape around Peters abused cuntlips, and deflated the gigantic dildo that had been occupying his rectum.  The extra thick hard rubber sound opening up his urethra was left in place for the Master to deal with personally.  With the dildo removed, the sight of Peters anus was something to behold.  Gaped open, making faint sucking sounds as it reflexively twitched  and tried to seal itself closed.  The whoreboys pussylips were swollen and engorged, crimson red and begging for more abuse.  Ahmet retrieved a dental gag usually used to hold open the mouth of an unwilling patient, and placed the arms of the gag into the winking lovetunnel of the slave in front of him on the fuck bench.  Peter tried to scream as the gag was winched open, stretching his asshole open, and into a roughly square shape as the pressure at each of the four “corners” was increased by each turning of the screw performed by the sadistic Ahmet.  A series of clothes pins were then systematically placed along the perimeter of the wide open hole, punishing the swollen asslips to which they were clipped.  Inside of the rubber hood Peters head was sweating bullets, his throat painfully stuffed, his asshole stretched to its limits and his cuntlips being stretched and pinched by two dozen clothes pins.


In this position Peter stayed for a full hour, until his Master re-entered the room.  Dressed only in a loose flowing robe Mehmet took time to drink in the sight of his slave-in-training, bound and gagged before him, being stretched and modified for his pleasure.  It was the conquest that Mehmet truly loved being able to take another free-thinking human being and transform him into a mindless slave with no independent will whatsoever.   Taking a man and turning him into a feminized, rubberized, chastised, modified slut to be used and abused solely for his amusement.  If only this little bitch on her hands and knees had any idea what she was in for.  And from that moment on, Peter existed no more he had become to his Master, a feminized sextoy that would be moulded and shaped to suit his perverse whims.  Now to begin the process of transformation.


“I know you can hear me inside of your delightful and sexy rubber hood my dear, so I will explain your situation to you listen carefully.  You have only just begun the process of learning how to please and pleasure me.  What you have already endured does not even begin to scratch the surface of what I have in store for you.  It is my intention to turn your body into nothing more than a personal playground for myself or anyone else whom I choose for you to service and amuse.  Part of what I wish to accomplish with you is to transform the male body to which you have become accustomed into a feminized living sex doll that can be tortured and exploited in a multitude of ways.  You will therefore my dear need some special treatment s that I will be only too happy to supply for you.”  As Mehmet spoke he had been drawing off a large amount of clear fluid into a hypodermic syringe.  The liquid was intensified female hormones, designed to boost the more feminine features of the human body.  “Any good slave bitch must have tits for her master to use and abuse my dear, and yours are much to small the way that they are…but all of that will change.”  With that, Mehmet reached under Peter and pinched the flesh around her left nipple together before slowly inserting the needle directly into the slaves nipple.  Peter vibrated with pain as the needle was slowly inserted to inflict as much pain as possible.  Once fully seated inside of the bitchs flat tit, Mehmet depressed the plunger, filling the currently male mammary tissue with female hormones.  The chemical burned terribly as it went in, and Peter thought he would pass out from the pain.  Fully dosed, the needle was then slowly withdrawn, refilled, and the process was repeated to the other tiny tit.  “After a week or so of injections four times per day my dear you should have a nice set of small but functioning titties for me to play with.  They will be very sensitive I am afraid, but I am looking forward to training them for my pleasure.  You know what I mean by functioning dont you my dear?  I mean that you should be able to start producing milk from your delicious little bossoms.  After a few weeks of injections you will have a nice set of jugs for your Master jugs that will become intensely painful if they are not milked regularly.  Wont that be nice?  You will feel like an inhuman little cow needing to be milked by her master to relieve the pain.  I will enjoy watching you beg for relief for a very long time before any is granted you little whore.  A very long time.  Now lets see about that pussy.”


Mehmet yanked off all of the clothspins, almost making the sensitive and raw pusslips of his slavecunt bleed in the process.  He loosened the dental gag that had been holding Peters pussy wide open, and pulled it out to leave a naked, gaping tunnel in its wake.  “You will learn my little bitch that I like to stretch a tight pussyhole into a wide open pit that can be stuffed with any number of objects.  I think we should work on your cunt for a while to facilitate that process.”  With that Mehmet pulled up a comfortable stool behind Peters upturned ass, as well as a large bowl of the same thickened lubricant that Ahmet had earlier  injected deep into the slaves bowels.  Lastly, he donned another pair of the same thick industrial rubber gloves that he had earlier used to fist his bitchs ass.  The main difference…this time both of his ham hock hands were gloved up and ready to go.  This was going to be a very intense session for the hobbled bitchboy.


Mehmet thoroughly greased up both of his hands, and then began to take handfuls of the thickened slop to shove into the open hole before him.  With both his hands and their target lubed up, he began to work one of his rubbered hands into Peters cunt.  It took little effort to get the first one in, but working his bitch for depth would take a little more time.  Mehmet twisted and shoved with his forearm until it way mid-way into the bithcunt before him.  Peters anal ring was getting tight at this point, so Mehmet stopped to allow the muscle tissue to stretch out and accommodate his girth.  Feeling some loosening of the cuntflesh constricting his arm he once again began to roughly twist and shove his arm deeper into his slavetoys tunnel.  All the while he was opening and closing his huge hand into a fist to stretch out the inner walls of his playspace as much as possible.  Soon the Turkish master was elbow deep in Peters ass, and with that he began to slide his arm all the way back until just the widest part of his hand remained buried inside.  He then began the process of longdicking Peters ass with his forearm.  Repeatedly he shoved all the way in to his elbow, and then drew back slowly, watching the cunts burgeoning pussylips cling to his slicked up rubber glove  with each stroke.  Every time the master shoved inward Peter exhaled as forcefully through the small tube in his penis gag as the small aperature would allow.  She was barely getting enough oxygen to breathe as the assault on her cunnyhole continued.  After working up a good sweat by feeding the cunt in front of him a generous portion of Arab forearm, Mehmet with drew to the level of his wrist, and allowed Peter (and himself) a short rest before starting the next phase.


“I think it is time you were trained to take both of your masters hands at once my little American whore.”  With that Mehmet began to work the fingers of his other hand in past the sphincter ring alongside his already implanted wrist & hand.  One, two, three fingers went in quite smoothly, but getting the rest of the hand in was proving to be quite an effort.  As persistent as he was sadistic, Mehmet continued to thrust and pull and shove at the straining ring of muscle until all four of his finger and thumb lay alongside his buried hand inside of Peters pussy.  Before going any further Mehmet summoned Ahmet in to the room.  “Remove her gag please Ahmet” Mehmet instructed, I wish to hear her scream and suffer through this next portion of her training.”  Ahmet unstrapped the thick throat stretching penis gag from around Peters rubbered head, and yanked it out unceremoniously.  Finally able to breathe feely Peter gulped in as much oxygen as he could.  Almost immediately however the pain from his asshole intensified and Mehmet began to work his second hand in past the ring of his sphincter.  A low moan began to rumble from deep inside of Peters belly as the pressure at his back passage began to increase.  That moan became a blood curdling scream as the widest part of Mehmets second hand began to force its way through like a battering ram.  At the point of maximum stretch Mehmet halted his advancement so that he could fully enjoy the screaming, wailing, and attempted thrashing of his restrained slave who was too tightly bound to the fuck bench to move more than an inch or two despite her best efforts.  Carrying on with the session, one last mighty shove found both of the Turks hands buried inside of his slaves snatch, stretching it to unimaginable proportions but Mehmet wanted more.  Opening and closing both hands now into softball sized fists, Mehmet rotated and worked both of his forearms until his slavegirl had been turned into nothing more than a babbling drooling incoherent blob.  “Keep her conscious Ahmet”  Mehmet ordered, “she is to feel every inch of my arms as they train her pathetic hole.”  With that, Ahmet yanked back Peters head and began to deliver a series of stunning slaps across her face, as well and grabbing both rubbered cheeks and pinching and twisting them to add another dimension to Peters level of pain.  Mehmet then began to work both arms in unison, shoving inward and then drawing outward, slowly advancing his body into that of his slave.  It looked as though Peters ass was swallowing the masters forearms, and slowly but surely the hole into which they sank became deeper, and wider.


Mehmet was now dripping with sweat and instructed his manservant to leave the bitchs face alone for the moment and come mop his brow.  Both forearms were going to be elbow deep in this whores trench before the session was to end.  It took another thirty minutes, but by the end of the diabolical fisting the entirety of Mehmets forearms were encased by the rubbery stretched out walls of Peters womb.  All that was visible of the thick industrial rubber gloves was the very end of them, otherwise completely buried inside.  Slowly withdrawing one hand and then the other, the lips of Peters ass were now even longer and looser than they had been after Ahmets earlier torture session.  As both arms withdrew from the tunnel they left in their wake a completely opened up gaping hole with no resistance left whatsoever.  One of the last things Peter heard before passing out was the master state that this would need to be done regularly until he could warm both his hands using the slaves insides without breaking a sweat. 


Allowing Peter to sleep and get some rest, Mehmet removed his gloves and retired for a well earned rest himself.  “Plug the bitch with something large” he instructed, and then come and bathe me he said to Ahmet.  With that Ahmet nodded and began to insert a thick column of hard rubber into Peters pussy.  It looked like a coffee can made of rubber, only longer.  This would keep the bitch opened up not only for girth, but for depth as well.   Shoving it all the way in to the slave took little effort, and the manservant then used some rubber strapping to hold it securely in place.  After his Master had been properly bathed and attended to, they would continue to work the slave bitch to complete the training process. 


Over the next several days the waking hours consisted of a steady diet of fucking, deep throating, double fisting and torture sessions for Peter inflicted by both Mehmet or Ahmet, but never both at the same time.  At night, Peter would either be chained by the collar while in Mehmets bed so as to be available whenever  the need arose, or bound, gagged, hooded and stuffed while placed in either a rubber sleep sack or a metal dog cage.  Either way Peter hardly slept and with the physical toll that the daytime activities were taking the will to resist or maintain any sense of individuality was quickly fading.  The slave had also been completely denuded relieved of all body hair via a depilatory treatment with chemicals that killed all of his hair follicles, including those on his head.  With the injections four times daily into each nipple, the bitchslave was also starting to develop a small but distinct set of pre-pubescent looking titties.


“Good news my little pet!”  Mehmet exclaimed as he burst into the room in which Ahmet was conducting a punishment enema session with the slave-bitchs ass.  “Your new outfit has arrived we may now make our return to Ankara to set you up properly in your new home.”  Peter had been horrified to learn that Mehmets house in Ankara contained a playroom that made anything in the Riyadh warehouse look tame by comparison.  “Empty her out Ahmet I want her into her new burka this minute.”


After draining the immense volume of liquid from the slaves innards, Ahmet dragged her over to a rubber covered table that looked something like an examination  platform in a doctors office.  Mehmet produced a box from which he withdrew  two separate garments.  The first was made entirely of black cloth, and this was the outer layer of the burka which would effectively hide its more punishing and devious counterpart in the complete outfit.  The second item of course, was constructed entirely of thick black rubber.  It had the same thickness as a cold water wetsuit, and Peter knew straightaway that wearing this garment for any length of time in the heat of the middle east was going to be torture in and of itself.  The rubber suit had an attached hood, as well as attached gloves and feet, effectively turning the wearer  into a rubber-mummy.  The suit had a full zip down the back, which opened up the garment so that the slaves body could be easily encased.  The hood component had no zipper meaning that Peters head would have to be shoved through an opening that was only as big as his neck.  Once on it would be a painful endeaver to get the garment off again.  Peter barely got a look at the outfit before he was manhandled by Ahmet and plunked down on the exam table for his first fitting.


Ahmet took hold of the rubber garb from his employer and opened up the long zip on the back as Mehmet sat back in a comfortable chair to enjoy the show.  The inside of the suit was coated in an ultra-thin layer of special chemicals to allow the skin of the slave to slide without resistance into the arms, legs, gloves, feet and hood.  Peter put up no resistance as Ahmet grabbed a hold of one of his feet and shoved it into the leg of the rubber suit.  In fact, Peter began to assist with the donning process as his independent will was now at a low ebb.  Once both legs were secured Peter shoved in his arms like putting on a painting smock.  Ahmet roughly worked the slaves hands into the fingers of the glove portions of the suit.  With all four of his limbs now in place, Peter found that his back end was sticking outside of the garment.  He thought that the overall height or length of the suit must have been mis-measured.  He could not have been more wrong.  The suit was designed to stretch a little as it heated to the slaves body temperature, but the idea behind the tight fit was to make it permanently uncomfortable and laborious for the slave to stand fully upright.  The last remaining portion and the most dreaded was the hood.  With this portion Peter discovered a last remaining amount of defiance and refused to assist Ahmet with the entry of his head into the seemingly tiny hole.  It made little matter however, and Ahmet simply wrapped one of his huge powerful hands around the back of the bitchboys neck and shoved his head where he wanted it to go.  “In you go cunt”  Ahmet grunted as he shoved and shoved, wedging the crown of Peters bald head into the neck/hood opening of the suit.  Once his head was part of the way through, Ahmet put his super-strong wrestlers mitts on the outside of the slaves head and began to drag the rubber hood down over  the slaves smooth nude skull.  Gradually Peters head began to slide into place, but the pressure on his head and face was immense.  Then all of a sudden, the hood slid right into place and the neck closure formed itself snugly around Peters throat.  The rubber hood was extremely form fitting, as was the rest of the suit, but because it was made of such thick rubber it seemed to be relentlessly squeezing inward on the wearers skull.  Small perforations at each ear allowed Peter to hear what was going on around him, openings for the nose and mouth allowed for relatively easy breathing, and two round hole in the hood allowed him to see.  With the cuntslaves head now secured, Ahmet turned his attention to shoving Peters torso into the suit, and working the long full zip up the back of the suit.  With each inch of closure by the zip Peter felt more like the life was being squeezed out of him.  The rubber around his midsection was so tight that it made breathing laborious even at rest.  With a satisfied flair Ahmet finally closed the last inch of the zipper, and Peter was now transformed into a completely rubber covered sex toy, with only the eyes and lips visible.  There was one more hole in the suit however , as a removable patch of rubber at the slaves backside could be removed to expose her smooth ass and gaping cunt.


Mehmet was grinning wildly as the mere sight of his conquest decked out in full body restrictive punishing rubber made him very horny and excited.  “Apply the outer garments please Ahmet” he instructed.  Peter had failed to notice that the box still contained several rubber items that needed to be put in place before the outer fabric covering of the burka could be donned.  The first of these attachments was wrapped around his midsection by Ahmets burly arms, and fastened relatively loosely at his back.  This was the corset portion of the rubber suit, and would help Mehmet mould his sluts body into a more feminine shape.  The hormone injections were already helping to form her bitch-tits, and his corset wrap would help to complete that process.  Ahmet forced Peter face down on the floor, and then placed his big size 13 in the middle of the slaves back as he began to mercilessly tighten the laces of the corset. Working from the base of the cunts spine up towards her shoulders the muscular Turk cinched Peter in so tight that drawing a shallow breath was all that the slave could do.  Once the corset was completely laced up Ahmet zipped up two flaps of rubber that covered over the laces.  Peter was then brought upright again and the gag attachment was tried on for size.  The gag was a penis gag that was an exact replica of his masters cock, formed from a plaster casting that had been done prior to the slaves measurements being sent off to the suits manufacturer.  Attached to the base of the oral dildo was a thick rubber strap that could be wound around the hood of the suit and fastened in the back.  The breadth of the strap increased the compression around Peters head, and forced the rubber cock right down his stretched out throat.  Finally, a hard moulded rubber collar was snapped around the slaves neck .  Being an exact fit to Peters neck, it prevented any turning or nodding of his head, and had d-rings on all sides that could be used to attach the wearers hands to the neck, or pull them up behind the back.  The last thing to be dealt with was the slaves cunt.  Ahmet removed the patch of rubber at the back of the suit, and Peter could feel the rush of cold air tickle his anus.  To stuff Peters innards, Mehmet had come up with a truly diabolical idea.  His throbbing cock was not the only thing that had been reproduced via a plaster mould prior to the suits fabrication.  He had also had made a thick rubber dildo that was an exact replica of his two forearms and hands, pressed together with each hand balled into an enormous fist.  Ahmet placed the dildo on the floor, and began to force Peter down over top of it.  Since the slave had just been subjected to a long session of olive oil & chili powder enemas prior to being rubbered up, there was no need to grease the invader for insertion.  As Peter squatted over the immense column of rubber his stretched out cunthole began to swallow it relatively easily.  The last few inches took several minutes, and by the time that both “arms were completely seated inside of her snatch, Peter was sweating profusely inside of the thick rubber suit.  With the plug completely inserted, Ahmet replaced the covering rubber patch that sealed the intruder deeply inside of the slave, not allowing it to be removed until Mehmet gave his order to do so.


Now bound, silenced, and stuffed with rubber, the fabric burka was fit overtop of the submissive slave girl.  All that remained visible were Peters pleading eyes, barely perceptible through the tiny slit in the formless garment.  Nobody would ever guess that underneath the dark shroud like cloth lay a feminized, rubberized fuck slave that would be transported back to a life of toil and torture for no other purpose than her masters sadistic pleasure.


“Call the airport Ahmet were going home.”  And with that, Peters final journey into complete slavery began.


Next Master needs to use the toilet.




















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