Rashid was indeed stopped in his tracks by the knocking on the door. The pain in his face was joined by an expression of great annoyance. Not - again - interrupted exactly when it mattered most? A hesitation got into his step, but he decided to ignore the visitors. Maybe it wasn't Quam, and they would just leave? Didn't they notice the 'Purification in Progress' sign on the door?

- KNOCK KNOCK -

Apparently not...

The man cursed, looked like he wasn't sure what to do for a second, then hastily returned the 'Ndai Ohlung' to its wooden case and took his usual observing position. Anna relaxed somewhat again. She had escaped Rashid's wrath for the time being.

- KNOCK KNO...

"ENTER!"

The command interrupted a third series of knocks; as the door opened, it was indeed Quam who came inside. He was joined by a colleague this time.

The new man fit better into the general population of Al-Qae-Traz: he was a full head taller than the Master Cleaner, stronger and more of the African type. His bald head made him look a bit like a dark version of 'Mr. Proper'. A short was all he was wearing, revealing his impressive muscled chest, and around his waist Anna already noticed a leather belt with the characteristic hole in it. It was smaller than the hole in Quam's belt, though. The two men were engaged in an animated discussion about four variably sized ivory sticks the newcomer was holding in his hands. Apparently, they had a difference of opinion about which was the most appropriate tool in this particular case of purification.

There wasn't much mysterious about the purpose of the new sticks. Anna knew she had *two* holes down there. The Harem Jewel stung again...

After a couple of seconds of intense argumentation, Quam used his authority as Master Cleaner to cut the knot. With a determined voice, he ended the argument and opted for the largest stick. It was rather funny how the biggest and strongest of the two pulled the shortest straw, Anna thought. But the Harem had a very strict hierarchy, so once the Master Cleaner had spoken, an assistant knew what he was up to: shut up, and comply! He put the three smallest ivory dildos back into their holders on the side of the belt, and proceeded to screw the biggest one into its slot at the front.

Only now, with the technicality issue out of the way, Quam had an eye for his subject again. When his gaze met Anna's dangling free leg, it was all hands on deck!

"Gandayi!! Gandayi!!"

As if a well-trained disaster plan came into action, he immediately shouted commands to his big assistant. No matter how insignificant the risk actually was, the two men rushed towards the Wheel to neutralize the danger. (it has to be understood that to a perfectionist craftsman like Quam, this carelessness of the Purification team was nothing short of a blemish!)

"Rhhaaaaaaahhh!! Don't touch me, lousy ape men!"

The Russian started kicking her free leg at them like mad. As if she understood that these could well be her last moments of partial freedom of movement for quite some time. And wasn't she obliged to herself to fight to her absolute best abilities?

"You better watch your balls, sickos!! Don't even think about getting near. Whaaaa!"

Despite the decibels, it was all to little avail, obviously. After no more than a couple of clumsy back- and forward leg swings, Mr. Proper caught Anna's bare foot so Quam could nicely Velcro the leg back to the foot support. She could curse as much as she wanted. They did remove the Velcros at her knees, though, for some as-yet unclear reason. Nevertheless, Anna's little intermezzo of uproar ended within minutes, and she returned to her state of 100% helplessness.

It also shut her dirty mouth down for the moment.

With the situation back under control, the Purification process was promptly resumed. Quam proceeded by attaching the 'Ndai Ohlung' to his belt, the bald man lubed up his mini-dildo... and Anna noticed how Rashidís pain-filled facial expression had given way to a broad smile again.

And he was chuckling to himself, indeed! On one hand, he felt frustrated that he didn't get the opportunity to pay Anna back right here and now. But on the other hand, he found great joy in what was about to happen. He decided to share it with the Russian.

"Yes, my pretty Russian teen cunt... It pleases me that Quam has opted for the Anal Assistant. For your information: that is one of the more entertaining options to provide additional stimulation to the purificant (=the to-be-purified female). It is based on the infallible principle of antagonism. A force working via the front, needs a proper counter-force working from behind, haha... I suspect that tight little bum of yours probably was *the* deciding factor when Quam evaluated the different options available to him. Considering it allows extra-deep penetration from behind, not hindered by any piled up fat."

None of that was really new or unexpected for the Russian. But the way Rashid explained it, made her more aware still. Her pout pronounced and gave her a distinctively disturbed look.

"Haha... Excellent, excellent! Yes, I would be unhappy, too, if I were you. Set your emotions free, young lady; haha..."

The big man had now moved around Anna, loosened the belt around her under body, and unmounted the metal plate behind her. Almost unconsciously, Anna responded by arching her back to stretch the cramped muscles. She had been restricted for so long, and her tennis injury didn't make it any easier. She wiggled her ass somewhat to loosen things up in her lower back, and it felt real good. The next moment though, that all changed - drastically -!!!

"Hey...what?"

'Mr. Proper' had stepped up to one of the extra pairs of foot-supports (finally revealing their purpose), and with a firm grip he took Anna's love handles in his paws.

"Stop that right n..."

One second, she could feel a hard tip press against her butt hole. The next, the big man pulled her under body into his lap with great force.

"AAAAaaahhh!"

The Russian screamed at the top of her lungs as her new ivory companion was slowly forced into her ass. The soft flesh of her backdoor was pushed aside wrinkle by wrinkle to give room to the dildo. It caused a rather uncomfortable internal pressure that made her gasp, making her seek relief in a flee forward. Not that there actually was much choice involved; the man in her back bulldozed into her with all the available power in his hips, such that there was really just one way to go. He obviously didn't care much for her comfort, to Rashid’s great delight!

"Yes, yes!! Nail her, my friend, nail her, hahaha!"

Velcro-ed tightly at the wrists, elbows and ankles, Anna's back arched and her muscles were stretched painfully as the tyrant upheld his push. A painful grimace settled on her face.

"Ooooouch! Oh-oh, stop it!!"

Bit by bit, her hips were pushed further out. And with growing horror, the Russian felt her pussy blossom. The mystery of the untied knees was revealed... By the forward and slightly upward pressure it allowed, her thighs were forced apart and exposed her femininity in its full glory. The Russian teen's sweet cunt lips opened in slow motion for all to enjoy. After a couple of seconds of maximum pressure, the first 10 cm of the stick were firmly planted into her. Her butt hole rider kept bearing down on her though. Through all her pain, Anna wondered why, until she could feel her anus slowly being stretched just that little bit wider still! The backdoor dildo had a small conical section near the hilt, much like the 'knot' in the penis of a dog. When pushed beyond it, everything would be sealed off nicely. There she had the answer to her question 'why'... Each and every tool used in the Harem had been optimized for its purpose, through more than two centuries of experience. And the well-trained staff used them to their full potential!

The Russian uttered a loud shriek when her sphincter finally swallowed the bulge, and closed behind it.

At last Mr. Proper relaxed. Now he let go of her love handles, repositioned his hands to the top of the Wheel and made a couple of quick forward/backwards swings hanging there. His partner in swing didn't exactly like it, but it confirmed that Anna's bum was tightly knit to the ass-istant: her bottom didn't lose contact with his lap for even a second! Perfectly plugged indeed. After that little test, he drove into her back to open her up again.

Another loud grunt illustrated Anna's discomfort. She wasn't a virgin back there anymore, but it wasn't exactly routine, either!

Rashid laughed wickedly, and Quam, who was standing right in front of the Wheel between Anna's legs, nodded in satisfaction. Now that she was stretched like a string, she was fully accessible again to enter via the front door.

The Purifier was proudly pointing forward between his hips, and the Indian handler now connected it to the battery on the Wheel, and pressed a button. He mumbled satisfied when the streamlined tool buzzed cheerfully. Actually, it sounded more like someone was vacuum-cleaning a room a bit further down the hallway, Anna thought. She had never had one of those vacuums up her cunt(admittedly, mostly due to lack of time to explore that kinky fantasy in depth). So how would it *feel*?? Well, not that her opinion in this would matter...

Quam played around a little with a regulator, which he could use to optimize the power of the suction. Then, the Purifier was turned off for the moment, and with one hand he applied some more lube to it. He turned his attention to his subject again, cupping her protruding sex with his free hand. Anna couldn't suppress a soft moan as Quam traced the contours of her vaginal anatomy with his fingertip. Everything was so super sensitive now that most of the potion had been absorbed! Visually, everything looked more than OK down there. Her teen vulva had blossomed into a true orchid of lust! It would have been the perfect schoolbook illustration: completely folded open, and each feature clearly recognisable and beautifully pronounced. Very moist, also.

Anna, who had cooled down somewhat again, clearly didn't fancy the palpating...

Rashid was standing right behind the Master Cleaner, in all likeliness disrespecting the mandatory minimum distance, and rose to the tips of his toes to look over his shoulder. For *no* money in the world would he like to miss this debasing spectacle!

The cleaner now placed his thumb over the top of Anna's wet slit, and started rubbing lightly.

"Grrrrr... G-get your h-hand off meeee! STOP IT! Hmmm!"

The unhappy girl growled in frustration, and tried to manoeuvre out of the way as she felt the thick finger wriggle inside and stimulate countless nerve endings, already made more receptive by the potion. Mr. Proper responded by slightly increasing the pressure from behind to correct her. Quam, in turn, stepped up the teasing to a maddening level by rapidly flipping his thumbnail over and under the Russian's clithood. The Horseshoe danced up and down and sparkled like a disco glitter ball. Soon, his thumb glistened in a mixture of lube and female jizm. He rubbed the juice-coated thumb against his index finger and concluded that the production was upto speed. All was ready now!

On Quam's command, his assistant straightened up such that their play toy was able to relax somewhat in her bonds again. Once she was parallel to the Wheel, he approached until he was able to position the pointy tip of the Purifier just about against her pussy. Anna was breathing so heavy by all the intense stimulation, that her puffy lips slid over the head all on their own. Quam lifted his right foot onto the foot-support, and as soon as the tip was positioned optimally he followed with the other foot. Assisted by the copious lubrication, the hard tool smoothly slid up- and inwards.

Anna gasped as she was progressively stuffed with ivory.

It was a trip in several stages: every five seconds, Quam paused to let the swollen inner body of his subject dilate and arrange itself around the girth, then pushed a little deeper. All the while, he had his eyes locked to Anna's. Eyes which told him with every short blink that the perforated teen was counting the bumps on the Purifier as they passed her entrance... A first confirmation that the increased sensitivity had reached the desired level! Soon, the Purifier reached Middle-Anna, the hilt coming to rest against her clit with a special protrusion. Everything fit nicely. It *always* fit. The potion made sure of that, Quam knew.

Anna had a bewildered look in her wide open eyes. The feeling she had could best be described as... 'utterly conquered'. Every cubic cm of her passages was taken up, and on top of that her sensitive clit was put under pressure. She felt like exploding, wanted to flail her arms wildly to vent the intense sensations that came over her. But the tennis-star was mercilessly bound and her sweat-soaked body was tightly sandwiched between the two men. Quam in particular seemed to love close contact with her damp skin, pressing himself tightly against her body. He could feel her every heartbeat, and each of her heavy pants pushed her perky tits into his chest. Not that he had special feelings for Anna. Quam didn't have any special feelings for females in general; but being constantly 'in touch' was another prerequisite to efficiently monitor her state of arousal.

He was such a perfectionist...

Now that every piece of purification equipment was in place, the Master Cleaner started his job; with supple shakes of his loins, he smoothly guided the hard white phallus in and out of the girl's vagina. In and out, in and out, in and out... A brutal ballet of love, in a sensual rhythm like no Western man could possibly provide. With each thrust, the bumpy surface was getting visibly slicker. In and out, in and out, in and out...

"Ohw... Aaah... Ooooooh!"

While Quam kept fucking her femininity really deep, Anna moaned loudly and let her eyebrows produce a variety of frowns, including expressions of disturbance, detachment and delightedness. Overall, her face looked much like in those on-court pictures of when she was producing a powerful serve, but then stretched out for minutes instead of mere seconds... With the help of the secret potion, her teen pussy was set on fire to its deepest depths.

"M-mercy... please! Ooh..." she stumbled, in vain as always at Al-Qae-Traz. It had absolutely no effect whatsowever on the steady pumping rhythm maintained by the Cleaner. With each powerful penetration, he lifted her up against the Velcros.

At its deepest point of insertion, the Purifier teamed up with the anal dildo on the other side of the fleshy separation between them, maximizing the stimulating effects. The huge black assistant wearing the auxiliary tool was more than a dead counter-weight, as well. He coordinated perfectly with his boss, increasing or decreasing the counter-pressure as needed. While he used the ivory phallus to fuck Anna's genitals, Quam's piercing dark eyes fucked her female mind. He kept them locked to hers, and they saw right through these two deep dark pools of hatred and disgust, reading every little movement the Purifier made inside her. Reading that with every penetration, the fundamentals of serving as a simple sex contraption were imprinted a little further into the pretty head of the young Russian.

After the first couple of minutes of intense fucking, Quam decided to call in the suction function. He operated a switch to turn on the vacuum, and expertly handled the modulator to periodically suck the perforated ivory shell to Anna's vaginal walls. The experienced Indian used it to chop-up his penetrations and withdrawals. Sucked tightly, it would drag out her flesh upon withdrawing. While with the button released, it allowed for a smooth full reentry. In - SUCK, out - SUCK, in - SUCK, out - SUCK, in - SUCK, out - SUCK... Short, soft sucking sounds emanated from between the girl's thighs.

"Aaahh... S-stop t-this. Sssstop it!"

Anna gritted her teeth and grunted. She hated the vaginal mashing from the bottom of her heart, but got totally turned on anyway! After several minutes of fierce fucking, she was getting pretty light-headed indeed. She balled her fists in the Velcros and mumbled something unintelligible... Quam smiled; their subject was entering the 'Speaking in Tongues' stage. Progress was being made!

In and out, in and out - SUCK. In and out, in and out - SUCK... There seemed to come no end to the penetrations. By masterfully targeting the suction of the tool, Quam kept optimizing the stimulation of every cum-producing organ in the vicinity of his body-extension. His eye-dildo coordination was truly unparalleled, and didn't miss its effect! A mixture of powerful hormones was steadily released into the girl's bloodstream and took command over her physical and emotional state. Anna had lost all memories about the minutes in her life that she *wasn't* fucked, by now. Did it ever start, or had her life always existed of endless penetration? She had more and more trouble to keep her eyes open and focussed, and her mind slowly drifted off to elsewhere...

One moment, she was sitting in her dentist's chair, listening to the sucking sounds of the small pump that drained her saliva. A second later, she imagined how it were Shaq and Wilson who were double-teaming her all over again, in a replay of the Shaq Mobile adventure. Only difference being that everything inside her was smaller (but harder) this time.

"Uuugh!"

The pretty teen was forced out of her short daydream and grunted, when Quam slightly twisted her left nipple. The Indian took her jaw in his hand and made her face him again. All the while, he kept up the insanitizing dance on the limits of bearable stimulation. In and out, in and out, - SUCK - , in and out, in and out ...

Rather soon, Anna's eyelids shut down momentarily once more.

"Ahw!"

Another painful correction followed...

The incident repeated itself a number of times. Anna just found it extremely hard to keep her concentration. The Master Cleaner decided that this was becoming too much of a nuisance. It was absolutely necessary that he accurately followed up the size of her pupils, in order to prevent her from going over the edge prematurely. Her attention lapses significantly hampered the procedure so it was time to call in another option: he detached an electrode, which he had wired to a small box on the Wheel, and taped it to Anna's left nipple. Since this box was next to the modulator of the vacuum, he could keep his right hand on it now, while still being able to immediately correct her when necessary.

The next time Anna drifted off, a soft buzz sounded, and with a short 'shriek' he got her back to the lesson.

"Eyes no close. Eyes no close!"

The Russian still tried to shut out reality, but again the buzzer resounded and shot a mild voltage through her nipple.

"Uuuughh..."

"Open eyes. Yes, open!"

At last Anna got the message: the Purification could definitely only be executed properly when the subject was in constant eye contact with the Master Purifier.

The eyes of a girl were a rich source of essential information. At the moment, for instance, Anna's Bambi eyes were expressing the desire to castrate and skin these men alive. That much would be instantly obvious to even the non-initiated. With the right experience, there was so much more to be discovered on deeper levels, though. The precise status of her arousal, feelings of guilt and hidden signs of desperation. It was all down there for those with the proper training and expertise. And expertise, Quam had in abundance.

All the while, the relentless fucking continued, slowly working towards the desired climax. In and out, in and out, in and out... Through all the unbearable unwanted pleasure, Anna felt that *something* exceptional was happening inside her body, but she couldn't accurately place it. She was not familiar yet with this feeling; the feeling of sexual secretions piling up 'en masse'.

"Uhm...Aaaaah..." she kept wailing exciting little screams, her face contorted into an almost unrecognisable mask.

Even under these difficult circumstances, the Master Cleaner had noticed that her pupils had dilated markedly over the last half a minute or so. He recognised the signals for what they were, and intensified his actions. His multitask brain (another of his feminine qualities) went into overdrive to coordinate the multitude of ongoing operations. Shouting precise instructions to Mr. Proper, maintaining the optimal fuck rhythm, using the protrusion on the Purifier to gently massage his subject's clit into her pubic bone... No wonder he was starting to look a little tense, himself! Air traffic control was for sissies, compared to this. A Cleaner could at most execute one Purification per week.

The satisfied smile on his face showed that all was going as desired in this week's assignment, though. As planned and required, their expert treatment was reaching downright *insanitizing* levels by now. Anna was rapidly approaching delirium, and somehow expected to hear a loud 'pooof' sound of her clit exploding any moment now! The teen's head was as red as a beet, and the muscles in her body were contracting chaotically. , not in the last place her love-muscle! Boosted by the almost infinitely stretched near-orgasm ,her pussy was desperately trying to squeeze cum out of the Purifier. After yet another powerful penetration, she finally gurgled and showed the whites of her eyes as they turned away.

"Nchhhh..."

A deep howl escaped from her mouth as her double-pinned body convulsed repeatedly and rubbed against the sweathy torsos of her manipulators. While she was going through arguably the most violent orgasm of her life, the Master Cleaner increased his tempo yet again and put the suction on maximum. Anna's reproductive anatomy stretched and relaxed nicely in unison with his energetic moves, and was pushed over the edge at last! She screamed out her horrible delight while every gland in her lower hemisphere contracted and ejaculated its contents, accumulated over more than half an hour of unbearable teasing, all at once. She gushed and gushed her Russian teen cum over the perforated tool while it was continuously rammed into her in a festival of wet slapping sounds. Finally, Quam ended the Purification with two deep penetrations, each followed by a very slow 'maximum suck' withdrawal. His thumb flipped rapidly over the 'suck' button.

SHLOH-SHLOH-SHLOH-SHLOH...

With a loud slurping sound, the rich mixture of girl-juice, lube and traces of Yussuf's Arabian ball-boy cum disappeared into the Purifier's reservoir. The milky white liquid could clearly be seen dripping down the semi-transparant insides of the box.

Quam now withdrew the Purifier completely, with the suction still active. With a loud 'PLOP' it set itself free from Anna's extruded and extended pussy lips. As in slow motion, the fleshy flaps closed again and her pussy gradually retook its natural shape. The Purrifier stopped buzzing as Quam turned it off.

Before stepping down from the foot supports, he first embraced and held Anna tightly such that Mr. Proper could also work his way out. After some struggling, the anal dildo also popped out of the Russian's ass. No doubt it would have elicited another expressive shriek from her, if she wouldn't have been so totally *gone*.

The two now stepped away from the Wheel and undid their belts. Quam shaked hands with his assistant, congratulating him for the successful cooperation. He proceeded by unmounting the reservoir from the Purifier and handing it to Rashid.

The pasha smiled at the compact liquid-filled container in his hand, approached the exhausted Russian again, and lifted her chin.

"That is quite a nice harvest, sweetheart! I told you it was worth it, and necessary, didn't I?" he grinned. "I can already tell you that you will undergo this procedure regularly during the weeks, months and, who knows, years of your stay. In addition, you can expect occasional anal sampling as well. The results of which will be analysed in the laboratories."

"Uh-uhhuh?" Anna st-uttered.

"The dry feeling will gradually subside, and tomorrow you will be as juicy as ever again." Rashid responded to the un-asked question. "Also because the potion will still have some after-effect."

He paused a second, then added, in a somewhat disappointed tone:

"Even the most insignificant DNA-traces can be detected and identified in the laboratories; combine this with the total absence of condoms in this institute, and the mandatory registration in the genetic database, and I'm sure you understand why I haven't shown you my affection as yet. Yes, the Prince is quite the Paranoid Android."

It all went pretty much past Anna Kournikova; she was completely spent, a wrenched out towel residing in a parallel universe of lust, and couldn't care less.

Not yet.

=> CHAPTER 10

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