"I know it's going to be difficult but I want you to relax ok. Just try to relax. There is no point in you becoming agitated. What is going to happen is going to happen, whatever. Just try to get to that place in your mind that is serene and calm."

Na'ilah tasted the tear off her thumb and Tanya nodded again. It was almost a tender moment between the two. Like as though there was more between them than sadist and victim. It was like 'a moment'.

"Good girl."

Both of Tanya holes were stretched wide and plugged. And already her insides had been stretched by the inflatables. The anal plug was deep and compressed against her colon - it compressed against her colon to painful levels. There was no screaming now because she had had time to adjust and to adapt to those god awful things inside her. She had screamed at first. Oh how she had screamed. But now, just her nostrils flared a little as she sucked in breath. Her anal tunnel as well stretched to a point that might have instilled the thoughts that she would be ripped apart. She had been stretched to a point that the pressure inside was a constant. That pressure forcing her to suck in air in little short, sharp bursts. That anal plug inserted and stretched to such a point that the flesh between her anal tract and her vaginal one had been stretched into the micro thin membrane. That inflated anal plug rubbing up against the vaginal one with just that tiny thin membrane of flesh between them. That vaginal plug inflated and extended so that it was compressed up against her cervix - again painfully so. And again her vaginal tunnel stretched and widened until no other feeling than the worry of being ripped apart can have been foremost in Tanya's mind. She had screamed when that had gone into her as well. Oh god had she screamed. It hadn't been a natural scream, more like a terribly unnatural one. A disturbing one. A very disturbing scream, come gurgle that grated on the nerves to excess.

The holes themselves had been stretched beyond what could have been deemed safe levels. Indeed, that scene, the one between Tanya's spread, folded legs was surreal almost and disturbing on several levels. One's mind would fill in the gaps, or try to fill in the gaps. Without those plugs, the holes would be gaping, wide black holes of feminine flesh. Even with the plugs in place - they kind of masked a deeper horror behind them. Indeed they did that. The insertion and the inflation of those plugs were just the preparation. These were not simply inflatable dildos that had been cruelly and without compromise elongated and fattened inside the American. From the vaginal plug, a tube or catheter was fed through her urethra or pee hole. That catheter, also inflatable, then slid through the tube and all the way into her bladder. Once situated, then, the tube itself inflated. With the inflation of that tube, Tanya's urethra being stretched and expanded painfully. A whole new string of pain. The end of that catheter, the end inside her bladder then then forming a little bulb. Expanding that bulb to its maximum. Through the centre of that catheter then an electronic 'sound', making the whole catheter including the end bulb 'live'. Similarly from the anal plug, another catheter, a thicker one, more robust fed into the bowels of the American girl. This catheter tube fed expertly by Na'ilah into place and then inflated. The bowel tube also forming a bulb on the end. That bulb expanding and expanding so that it filled her bowel. That bowel bulb being expanded to the point that it formed the lining of the bowel. Filled the bowel and lined it at the same time. That bowel bulb forming the inner skin of the bowel. And stretching the flesh ever out. Pressing it against her other internal organs. Inside that bulb then a liquid, oil mixture that had also been made 'live' by the sound thing built into it. There was no doubt that these things inside of Tanya could be used and utilised for various ways and means of severe and prolonged torture. Indeed, nothing about these installations told of short term torment being inflicted. And yet at the same time, everything about them told of a long term hell in the making. The way Tanya was secured, spread and exposed, all vulnerable and completely at the mercy of the Arabic woman told of a longer term bedlam that was yet to ensue. It should have been an uneasy, and a more disturbing sight than it was. But for some reason there was an amount of eroticism involved there as well. Like as though this young woman's femininity had been peeled back to lay her sexuality open and bare for prying eyes. It was a scene difficult to put into words. It was a scene that belonged in some kind of psycho horror film and yet, because that scene was decorated with the softness and the presence of Na'ilah it was also a scene that was erotic. It shouldn't have been erotic. But it was.