The story of Harvey
Who is Harvey? All you need to know is that he once gave a personal favour to a
young Arab man completing his education in the United Kingdom. The young man
went on to become the ruler of a small, remote desert kingdom and inherited vast
wealth gained from it's oil export trade, enabling him to live out his life
indulging in any excesses he choose. In particular, a fondness for imprisoning
and ill-treating beautiful, well-bred women, lured to his country by false
promises of riches. This man, whom we shall know as the Sheikh, is in Harvey's
debt, and has invited him and other like-minded friends to his remote desert
palace to share his pleasures....
Harvey, who knew all about the Sheikh's sexual preferences, was shown into the
great chamber and greeted warmly by his host. About a dozen other friends and
acquaintances of the Sheikh were present, some in business suits and others
wearing traditional Arab garb. The visitors maintained a polite, low-key
presence, knowing it was a great honour to be an invited guest of the eccentric
ruler of this small but oil-rich country. A light but delicious meal was served
and consumed, their host subsequently indulging in polite conversation with
individuals or small groups over brandy and cigars. After a while, a servant
clapped for quiet and the Sheikh announced to the guests that they would be
shown round his "training rooms". This is what they had all come for. Harvey and
the other men offered their thanks to this invitation with mounting excitement.
They knew that the rooms in question were where beautiful female captives were
"trained" by male "handlers" in order to satisfy the sadistic desires of the
Sheikh and his friends.
A manservant was summoned and introduced himself as Khaled, their guide for the
day. The group thanked the Sheikh once more and followed the manservant down the
corridor, their footsteps silent on the thickly carpeted floor. Inside the
air-conditioned building it was pleasantly cool compared with the desert heat
beyond. The subdued strains of classical music could be heard quietly in the
background over a hidden speaker system and the air was fragrant with the hint
of incense. Opulence exuded from every corner of the palace.
The guide led them along a long, wide corridor with a large number of heavy,
padded doors situated along it's whole length. Although the doors were obviously
soundproofed, faint moans could be heard from behind several of them as the
group passed, and once, a muffled scream. Khaled eventually stopped by door
number 8 and opened it, politely ushering them all into a white-painted room
about three metres square. Bright fluorescent lighting shone onto the scene
below.
Facing them, was an elegant, attractive and shapely brunette in her thirties.
Naked but for teetering black stilletto heels, sheer seamed stockings teamed
with a black suspender belt and shoulder-length black kid gloves, the woman was
bent over a padded block about a metre in length, height adjustable to keep her
long legs straight and her trunk horizontal along the block. She stood, heels
together, on two small square metal plates set side by side in the floor. Her
wrists were cuffed and fastened to extension pieces at the front end of the
block, and a strap across the middle of her back anchored to the sides ensured
she was firmly secured. Her head hung limply, dark hair falling across her face
and tears smudging her make-up. She appeared to be traumatised and hardly
noticed the men now crowding round her as she struggled weakly against the
restraining cuffs, shoulders shaking in time to her sobs. It was noticeable that
nipple clamps were fitted to the ample breasts that hung down through a cut out
section in the block, with attached wires disappearing through holes in the
floor. A video camera was set up immediately in front of the woman's face to
record the scene for the Sheikh's future enjoyment.
Harvey and some of the others strolled around the back of the woman where a
superb pair of quivering, upthrust buttocks met their gaze, the twin orbs
beautifully presented within a framework of black suspenders and dark sheer
stockings. It was suddenly obvious why she was so distressed - a network of
raised, red welts criss-crossed the buttocks and thighs.
Their guide explained that the centre of each plate on which the woman stood was
located on small springs. Any lifting of either foot would allow the plate in
turn to lift away from a sprung contact underneath. When this happened an
extremely painful electric shock would be delivered through the wires to the
woman's nipples. It was a good incentive for the woman to keep her feet firmly
on the floor whilst being caned - which was of course nearly impossible.
Two people appeared through an adjacent doorway. They were the handler
administering the "training", a muscular young man wearing only a leather pouch,
and his assistant/interpreter, a slightly-built middle-aged bespectacled woman
wearing a white doctor's coat. They had evidently just finished a short rest
period. Khaled greeted the handler in his own language and the lady assistant in
English. "How is the training progressing?" he inquired of the woman. "Very
well" she answered, with only a trace of her native Arab dialect. "However, she
lacks sufficient self-control and the correct level of training will take a very
long time to achieve - but we have plenty of patience!"
Khaled turned to the visitors. "This lady has just completed the first half an
hour of her training" he explained. "It will carry on for at least another
hour". Harvey was rather shocked at this in view of the degree of punishment
already inflicted on the woman. He pondered grimly on her likely physical and
mental state at the end of this time.
The group was invited to take up suitable vantage points and Khaled held out his
arm towards the handler. "It is time to continue !" he announced. "My friend
here will now demonstrate his skills!" The powerful young man, grinning in
gleeful anticipation, flexed a long, vicious-looking cane in his right hand.
Positioning himself unhurriedly behind the raw, quivering buttocks, he waited
while his female assistant crouched down face to face with the brunette. Cupping
the chin in her hand, she lifted the woman's head to look into her tear-stained
eyes. "Are you ready for your next session, my dear?" she asked pleasantly. The
eyes of the distraught woman welled up. "No - n-no more - please stop - it hurts
- I can't bear the pain - please!!" she sobbed. The assistant smiled. "Of
course it hurts, my dear. It's entirely your own fault. You must keep still
whilst training is under way". She removed her hand from beneath the quivering
jaw and moved away, nodding to the handler. With a sadistic smile he raised his
arm and brought the cane whistling down onto the quaking globes.
AAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEE!! A scream burst from the woman's lips and a spiked heel
immediately lifted involuntarily - but only an inch or so - from one plate.
YYYYYYIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!! The woman shrieked in agony and thrashed in her bonds
as the electric shock went through her nipples. They all waited for the
frantically bouncing cheeks to settle; a full minute went by before the howls of
pain subsided and gave way to tearful moans interspersed by heaving sobs. The
guests fell silent, mesmerised by the scene being enacted before them, several
showing obvious signs of advanced sexual arousal.
Producing a silk handkerchief, the assistant wiped away the tears and gently
stroked the dark hair as if to give the brunette some sign of reassurance. She
planted a kiss on the woman's damp forehead before rising and again signalling
that it was time for another stroke. Her tormentor smiled at the guests and
slowly raised his right arm once more. THHHWWAAAACCKKK!! The merciless cane
swished down onto the burning cheeks and screams of pain again reverberated
round the room. This time to her credit however, the brunette managed to keep
both ankles on the floor despite a frantic quivering of the long legs. The
crying woman slowly turned her head towards the watching men.
"Pl...please....make him s-stop" she pleaded in a hoarse whisper between
wracking sobs. The woman assistant stooped beside her and again looked her in
the eyes. "He will stop when you are properly trained - and not before!" she
retorted sternly. "You are totally lacking self-discipline at present - and no
matter how much it takes you will improve!" The brunette turned her head away,
weeping profusely.
TTTHHHWWWAAAACCCCKKKK!!! Another powerful stroke, another shriek of agony, and
another blazing red stripe. However, the woman again somehow managed to keep
both feet still. A murmur of approval went round the group; the handler nodded
to them in acknowledgement of her self-control and ran his hand over the latest
red weal that had sprung up across the buttocks. Shoulders heaving, she sobbed
uncontrollably, the scarlet cheeks wobbling and bouncing almost with a life of
their own as her muscle co-ordination weakened - to the amusement of the guests
and handler alike. Harvey saw the latter was by now fully erect under the tight
pouch, and felt his own erection growing as again the tears were wiped away and
the handler's arm raised high.
CCRRRAAAAAACCCKKK!!! The stroke overlaid an earlier one, the flesh nearly
splitting with the force of the blow. "AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!" The woman shrieked
hysterically, this time unable to prevent her right ankle from lifting behind
her. Another jolt went through the tortured nipples and she screamed hoarsely.
"O MY GOD!" NO MORE - NO MORE!! NO - PLEEEAASE!" she begged in desperation. A
stream of urine jetted from between her legs as she lost control of her bladder
muscles. The handler laughed and slapped the raw flesh playfully, bringing fresh
howls from the fainting woman. The assistant grasped her under her chin once
more and lifting her head, looked fixedly into the wild, pain-wracked eyes. "Get
a grip on yourself my dear - you have nearly another hour to go yet!" she said
without emotion . "NO - I CAN'T STAND IT - PLEEEEASE!" came the sobbing reply,
her body quivering uncontrollably.
Her pleas fell on deaf ears. The assistant stroked a tear-stained cheek with
affection. "Ssshh, my sweet" she cooed softly in the other's ear. "You must be
brave and not make so much fuss". The weeping brunette went into a bout of
hysterics. She shook her head wildly and yanked at the straps in desperation.
"MERCY - HAVE MERCY!! YOU'RE KILLING ME - P-PLEASE - DON'T HURT ME ANY MORE -
OOOOOHHHH - THE PAIN! O GOD - NO MORE - OOOOHHHHHH!!" she howled. Her pleas
were futile. Another nod to the handler and the cane swished down once again,
and yet another angry red weal sprang up across the shapely cheeks accompanied
by yet another ear-splitting shriek of agony. Somehow - against all expectations
- she managed to keep both her spike-heeled feet on the plates, in spite of the
hellish pain.
By now the guests were transfixed at the sight before them. All were highly
aroused; some, breathing heavily had a hand thrust down their trousers.
Conversation and jokey remarks had petered out. Apart from the low background
hum of the air-conditioning units the only sounds heard in the room between
strokes were the shrieks, slowly subsiding to groans and sobs, of the weeping
brunette; all of which were recorded in vivid close-up by the impassive eye and
ear of the video camera. Meanwhile, the female assistant carefully checked the
mass of raised weals now covering most of the buttocks. "Excellent!" she told
the group with a smile of satisfaction. "The flesh will begin to lacerate very
shortly" The nipples were also checked to ensure the clamps were tight and the
nod of approval swiftly followed.
The handler waited for the moans to subside a little, then delivered a vicious,
cutting stroke across the tops of the shapely thighs.
SWIIISSSHHH-CCCRRRAAACCKK!! It was too much - with a scream of pure
agony the woman's right foot lifted from the plate, sending another shock to the
nipples. Totally hysterical by now, she could not stand this level of pain any
longer and fainted in her bonds, the cries at last subsiding. Her respite was
however brief. The assistant swiftly administered smelling salts to revive her
and to ensure that she felt every moment of her torture.
It was time for a further rest. The handler clicked a switch, turning off the
circuit to the nipple wires. Whilst the brunette was recovering her senses,
coughing feebly as the smelling salts took effect, the guests were invited to
inspect the upthrust buttocks, by now covered in a mass of angry red weals which
were starting to turn a deep purple in places. The flesh had actually split
where a couple of strokes had overlaid others and a thin rivulet of blood ran
down the left buttock. Khaled suggested the visitors feel the welts for
themselves. Willing hands in turn roamed over the soft mounds feeling the raised
ridges formed by the cane. The assistant meanwhile leant down to speak into the
woman's ear. "You will be pleased to learn that the electricity is now switched
off. Please open your legs as wide as possible for inspection, my dear" she
ordered. The woman had no will to resist; slowly she spread wide the long,
shapely nylon-clad legs in their skyscraper heels to reveal her most private
areas. "Wider!" commanded the assistant sharply. With a groan she obeyed and
forced her legs apart until she was as totally exposed beneath the bright lights
as a woman could be. Harvey and the other eager guests were then invited by
Khaled to take turns to inspect the smooth-shaved vaginal area and the puckered
pink anus. A succession of fingers enthusiastically pulled, rubbed and stroked
the pouting lips and the prominent clitoris. Others prodded the tight anal ring,
forcing it to contract and expand involuntarily. The earlier tension of the
training session was broken and the tormentors laughed and joked amongst
themselves as they played with the helpless woman.
She was by now past the stage of protesting at this humiliation and could only
cry softly to herself, the tortured buttocks gently quivering in time to her
sobs as her most intimate parts were violated, the vagina moistened by the
relentlessly probing fingers. Meanwhile, the handler selected a thinner,
whippier cane in preparation for continuing the training and gave it a few
practice swishes. He smiled in satisfaction at it's action and checked out the
few remaining unmarked spots on the red and purple flesh which would be suitable
for the next dozen or so strokes. Or he could concentrate on overlaying the
existing weals and try to split them open. There was plenty of time to decide.
However, the guests did not have unlimited time, and soon Khaled suggested they
take their leave in order to inspect some of the other rooms along the corridor.
They bade farewell to the brunette's tormentors and left the traumatised woman
to their not so tender mercies. As the door closed behind them Harvey's last
view was of the handler taking up position behind the tortured buttocks ready to
administer a further bout of his own brand of "training".....
(To be continued)
