To change the name of even the most minor of characters or to rejig some of the action would be a senseless act of vandalism. Originally published in Australia inthis is a novel I've been itching to review on these pages, but now the time has come, I do so with mixed feelings.
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.
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. 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. 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.
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.
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. 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.
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. 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.
This focused incredible pressure on the back of her cervical spine causing crushing agony while doing the same to her lumbar spine as well. 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. 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. 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.
Putting his finger into his mouth he savored the taste as he gazed at the rubberwhore with a demonic look in his eye. 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. She was pushed and shoved over towards an enormous bed and thrown unceremoniously onto the luxurious silk sheets that covered it.
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.
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 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.
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.The first novel from Martine Murray, an Australian writer, illustrator, and acrobat, The Slightly True Story of Cedar B.
Hartley follows around a year-old Aussie tomboy with red hair and a great personality. Though born with an unusual name, Cedar B. Hartley prefers to stay out of the limelight.
"As for me, I avoid the main swell of street action and drift toward the puddles," she says. "A puddle of people is full of rich deposits." Cedar, sometimes called Cedy, loves the people in her puddle. There is. Cedar hangs out on the edges of the neighbourhood social circuit with Stinky, her dog and best friend.
Things start to change when she meets a boy called Kite and finds they have a lot in common - both have single parents, both are loners with colourful inner lives, both like beanies, dogs and acrobatics.
Cedar misses having a father the story she has been told about him is that he died of a heart attack. Shortly after her 12th birthday, though, things begin to change.
Drawn beyond her little puddle, Cedar meets Kite, a boy . Yellow Transparent is one of the great American apples that, to the surprise of many, is actually not a true American apple! This apple, along with dozens of lesser-known selections such Duchess of Oldenburg, Red Astrachan, Lowland Raspberry and Alexander, was introduced to this country from Russia generations ago.
History. Cedar Grove was part of the Horseneck Tract, which was an area that consisted of what are now the municipalities of Caldwell, West Caldwell, North Caldwell, Fairfield, Verona, Cedar Grove, Essex Fells, Roseland, and portions of Livingston and West Orange..
In , settlers purchased the 14, acres (57 km 2) Horseneck Tract — so-called because of its irregular shape that suggested.