Harem

“This plug you see, is another one of my customized inventions. It looks so innocent from the outside, but looks can be deceiving my little infidel concubine. It contains a secret…a secret that necessitated having your skin and your innards lubed and heated and stretched earlier.” What Rashid was referring to was a small threaded opening on the outer surface of the plug. An opening that matched the threading on the canister of compressed air that the Saudi Prince now held in front of Peter’s fear stricken eyes. I told you that we were going to see how much you could be stretched slut…it’s time to find the answer to that question. As Rashid began to screw the canister home, the one-way valve mechanism inside of the plug was put into action. The seal on the canister was breached and the compressed gas filled Peter’s gut. The sensation for the rubber slut was one of being bloated…like having had too much to eat at an evening meal. The canisters were small by design, as Rashid liked to be able to fine-tune his torture as the session wore on. Several canisters later, Peter was getting terribly uncomfortable and her belly was beginning to distend as if in the early stages of being with child. Still Rashid continued…another canister, then another…the hiss of the gas being expelled into the whore’s abdomen making him more and more horny and excited.

The distention of Peter’s belly continued until its appearance was quite unnatural indeed. The thick oil that had been massaged into her flesh both inside and out earlier had allowed for increased stretching of the skin, but her belly was so taught and bloated now that the skin itself began to take on a shiny appearance. Peter was convinced she would burst like an over-inflated balloon if Rashid did not stop, and she knew that he cared little if at all whether she lived or died…and so she was not only terrified, but in agony like she had never experienced before. With each additional canister she managed to let fly with a blood curdling scream despite the tight rubber bladder inflated around her neck…that was until Rashid decided it was too easy for her to breathe and another few pumps of the strangulation collar were required. By the time the Prince was finally satisfied, Peter’s gut had been tuned like a large snare drum and as the sadistic Arab gently patted and slapped it the hollow reverberating noise that it made nauseated the tortured slave. Those gentle slaps however soon turned into vicious punches, kicks, and stomps as the Saudi Prince truly looked like he was trying to burst a water balloon that simply would not give. He sat on Peter’s belly, bounced up and down on it, and continued to abuse it causing excruciating pain at every turn. By the time Rashid released Peter from each of the bonds that held her fast, she would have done anything he asked or demanded in order to obtain relief. Being sealed and inflated like this with no means of release was causing Peter to lose what little of her mind she had left.

“So my little whore…you would like to have your Master offer you some relief by deflating that disgusting Western bloated slutbelly of yours is that right?” Rashid asked. Peter moaned and groaned and nodded her head furiously – begging for Rashid to have mercy and take pity on her. “Ha! Pity. You stupid filthy American whore. The way your country has taken pity on so many Arab lives as it has bombed and invaded and imposed itself on countries throughput the Middle East? No my little slut – you have not yet finished paying for the sins of your countrymen – and until I deem that you have you will continue to suffer horribly for my amusement. I understand that you have a particular talent slut…the ability to function as a human toilet for superior Arabic men to use is that right?” Even though it was the type of use and abuse that Peter hated more than anything else, she nodded vigorously in agreement and begged Rashid to allow her to be used as his toilet and to drink his piss or eat his turds if that would satisfy or please him. “It will be a decent beginning whore” Rashid replied, “but simply feasting on my waste will not be enough. I will deflate your repellent belly if you agree to sit on the floor rubbing your enormous gut like Buddha while you suck on my turds like the lollipops your decadent culture enjoys so much. While you do so, you will beg me to use and abuse your sow tits instead of keeping your fattened gut inflated.

You will be me to make them as huge and pendulous as can be imagined, while allowing you to bounce on and ride obscenely large cunt-stuffing dildos and plugs. Is that understood whore?...do you agree to my terms?” What choice did she have? She was in unadulterated blinding agony in her current predicament and even if the relief was only temporary…it was necessary to obtain it at any price. Peter quickly agreed to Rashid’s terms and smiling like the devil himself…the Prince told his whore to sit like a good little slut on the floor and start rubbing her fat disgusting belly. “Tell me what a repugnant whore you are slut…tell me that you are a dirty Western whore who is good for nothing other than being used for the amusement of a superior Arabic man…tell me how hungry you are to have your cock sucking silicone injected face cunt lips wrapped around one of my delicious Arabian shit logs….” Once Peter had done all of this and kept repeating the vile phrases over and over, Rashid had her hold out her hands while he turned around, squatted, and squeezed out a thick heavy log of dense meaty shit into her waiting grasp. “Now” he ordered as he turned around…”no chewing allowed my little piggy – just sucking and gumming the delectable meal that your Master has served you while you explain how much you would like to have your big udders abused and distended. And don’t forget to tell me what a disgusting little American pig whore you are…good for nothing but serving your Middle Eastern betters.”

On and on the process went, until Peter had sucked and swallowed four robust logs of Prince Rashid’s excrement. Successfully holding down the very last of it she gazed pleadingly into her captor’s eyes silently begging for the release he had promised. ‘Tsk tsk” the Prince admonished…”you’ve forgotten to lick and suck your fingers clean slut. Once piggy has cleaned each and every one of her disgusting little Western fingers, Master will deflate that ugly fat gut.” Rashid had been videotaping the entire scene, which now ended with Peter loudly and hurriedly slurping up the last of her abuser’s waste from her hands that she had had to hold the vile “popsicles” with. True to his word, once Peter had complied with all of his orders he flipped her bloated body on its side and screwed into the threaded opening a device that slowly allowed the trapped compressed air to escape. The rate of deflation however was one-tenth the rate of inflation – specifically by Rashid’s own design. As Peter’s belly slowly expelled the agony inducing gas the Prince straddled her neck while facing towards her feet…pulled his cheeks apart…and informed Peter that perhaps she might have some room for dessert.

Pressing his hole right down on to the rubber whore’s mouth the Prince squeezed out a few more lumps of shit and ordering his slut to savor them all before using her mouth cunt to deeply lick and clean his Royal anus. Rashid reveled in the luxurious feeling of Peter’s well-trained tongue worshiping his hole and just as her belly was returning to normal size Mehmet re-entered the bedchamber having enjoyed a long relaxing evening meal. “Did she give you any trouble my friend?” the big Turk inquired. “Not at all” the Prince replied…”in fact she has requested that I provide some treatment to her sow-udders so that they may be of greater pleasure to you as her Master and owner. Would that be satisfactory to you my friend?” Mehmet beamed at the thought of his rubber slut wishing to provide him with pleasure and he happily nodded is agreement. “Well then my friend” the Prince suggested…”why don’t you leave her with me for the night and in the morning you will have a great and perverted surprise waiting for you?” Rashid could feel the slight resistance quiver through Peter’s frame and so to keep her from begging for her Master to take her immediately from his clutches he forced his weight fully down upon her trapped mouth pussy to prevent her from making a sound.

Mehmet turned to leave and wished his friend much pleasure and enjoyment in the use of his slave, and expressed how much trouble he would have sleeping in anticipation of his surprise. Rashid stood up freeing Peter from underneath his seated frame and looked down at her shit-drooled whore-like lips with an evil expression on his face. I could feel that you wanted to beg your Master for relief from me just now you infidel whore…and for that transgression, I promise to make you suffer even more than you can possibly imagine for the rest of the night. Before I am through you will wish yourself dead – that much I promise you my captive little slut.