The Story of Harvey - part 4
The continuing (and much delayed) saga of a visit to the remote desert palace of
a rich and cruel Sheikh. Harvey met this man when young and carried out a great
favour for him. Since then he has remained a privileged friend and one of those
invited to witness the "special treatment" meted out to kidnapped women inside
the palace........
The Sheikh's almost limitless wealth meant that he could indulge in just about
anything that his sadistic nature desired. His desert palace was totally
self-sufficient in every way to supply the means to inflict ever more brutal
tortures on the unfortunate females brought within it's walls. All that was
needed was a regular supply of beautiful ladies, which was easily achieved with
the unparalleled riches at the Sheikh's disposal, and the regular audience of
special friends and acquaintances invited to the palace for the privilege of
watching the "entertainment".
This latest audience was at that moment entering one of the largest rooms in the
whole palace, one equipped with a raised viewing platform about a metre high
around the inside perimeter for a better visual appreciation of the activities
within. Harvey was at the front of the group immediately behind their Arab
guide, Khaled. His senses were nearly overwhelmed by both the sights and sounds
as he stepped onto the platform, grasped the front handrail and gazed around.
The huge room was used by apprentice handlers to practice their skills in the
art of torture. In every part of the room the guests saw naked or semi-naked
beauties, all held in various forms of restraint and all having the most hideous
tortures inflicted on them by sadistic, grinning young men who appeared all to
be in their late teens. The young men wore only small black posing pouches, most
of which were stretched taut by the throbbing erections within. The air was a
crescendo of shrieks and moans interspersed with desperate pleadings as the
apprentices performed their allotted tasks with great enthusiasm, whilst
instructors in white coats looked on impassively, marking their clip-boards
accordingly.
Nearest to where the group stood was the cane and whip area where about a dozen
women were being worked on. The air was filled with the swish and crack of
leather or bamboo on flesh, the frenzied rattling of restraining chains and a
non-stop chorus of screams and pleas for mercy as blows rained down incessantly.
Cupping his hand to Harvey's ear, Khaled managed to explain above the din that
each apprentice had to contribute a hundred full-bloodied strokes on his chosen
woman, scrutinised by the instructors who helped by suggesting for instance,
different arm actions or the best place for each implement to strike. When
Harvey enquired about the damage done to the luckless women, Khaled merely
shrugged "My friend, they are expendable".
The onlookers studied the women on which the whips and canes were being used.
All were in their mid-twenties and good looking; they were nude apart from
teetering black stiletto heeled shoes, designed with locking ankle straps to
prevent their being kicked off. As was customary in the palace, every pubis was
smooth-shaven. Each woman had her wrists cuffed and attached to the end of a
steel bar which in turn hung from chains fixed in the ceiling. The bar was
adjusted so that the feet could just reach the ground at full stretch. A tiled
floor in this area made for an erotic click-clacking of high heels as the women
strove in vain to escape from the agony of their ordeal; here and there a pool
of urine lay on the floor where the pain had resulted in loss of bladder
control. Bodies hot and wet with perspiration, they writhed and jerked
frantically in their bonds as the youths' arms repeatedly rose and fell, the
implements slashing down on soft flesh by now criss-crossed with deep red and
purple welts, many of which dripped rivulets of blood. Buttocks, thighs and
breasts had received most of the punishment, although few areas below the neck
had escaped completely. Wild, pain-filled eyes were filled with tears which
smudged make-up as they coursed down over the cheekbones; some women were almost
hoarse with screaming with one or two dribbling messily as they lost control of
their facial muscles.
Not far from them a pretty girl with short blonde hair was having her breasts
thrashed by a plump young man wielding a short, multi-stranded whip. The ample
breasts were a mass of red stripes, the nipples swollen and purple. She was
almost out of her mind with pain, her mouth a permanent "O" and her eyes
red-rimmed with tears. She wriggled and twisted in frantic but unsuccessful
attempts to avoid the blows, her demented shrieks almost painful on the ears of
the audience.
The nearest woman, a striking brunette whose body was a mass of crimson stripes,
was at that moment having her shaven pubis beaten with a thin, whippy cane. Even
in her weakened state she found the strength to scream as her body convulsed in
fresh agonies.
"NO - NO MORE - AAAAGGGHHHH!! STOP - STOP! PLEEEEASE!! AAAAAIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!"
she shrieked as the cane swished down and bit into the soft mound once more.
THWAAAACK!!
"AAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHH!! NO-OOOOOO - I CAN'T STAND IT! UUUUUURRRRGGGGHHHH!!"
THWAAAACK!!
"AAAAAAIIIIEEEEEEE!! MERCY - MERCEEEEEEEEE!!
AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
THWAAAACK!!
"NOOOOOOO - AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"
The sobbing, hysterical woman sagged in her bonds as her pubis began to turn a
deep shade of crimson under the blows. The young apprentice, who could only have
been about sixteen, ensured that twenty powerful strokes were applied, flexed
the cane in his hands and went over to the instructor for some helpful hints on
his action. They exchanged a few words then, whilst the groaning woman hung
semi-conscious in her bonds he replaced the cane in a large box and instead
selected a thick, plaited leather bull-whip for the next session. He ran his
hand down the shapely curving back, the skin hot with perspiration and covered
in raised, red welts. Her bottom was in an even worse state following earlier
punishment, many of the welts overlaid one upon another and turning a deep
purple colour. In a couple of places the soft buttocks were just beginning to
split open and blood had started to seep from the weals. The apprentice grinned
and patted the tortured globes. "Time to start on these again, my beauty" he
shouted at the dangling brunette. Through haggard eyes wet with tears, she saw
the bull-whip in his hands and let out a long, despairing wail.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! I C-CAN'T TAKE ANY M-MORE! P-PLEEEEEEEEASE!!
UH-UUUURRRGGGGHHHHH!!"
Her voice broke and she went into a bout of hysterical sobbing, hanging limply
from the restraining cuffs as her legs buckled beneath her.
The youth was not at all concerned. Positioning himself a few feet from the
woman and gripping the handle tightly, he swung back his arm and brought the
bullwhip down with all his strength on the trembling, tortured posteriors.
"SWIIIIIISSSSHHHH - CRAAAAACCKK!!!"
At once the purpling flesh split open where the tip of the whip had fallen. Once
more a hoarse shriek rent the air, adding to the hellish chorus of screams
echoing around the room. By the third stroke the bull-whipped brunette had
fainted; even at this early stage blood flowed from the lacerated flesh,
trickling down over the shapely calves and onto the tiled floor below.
In fact, at quite frequent intervals a woman undergoing a beating would pass out
with the pain. This was not a problem as it gave the apprentices a chance to
rest their overworked arms; as soon as the woman rallied round the beating would
continue. If there was a long delay or the woman was thought to be feigning
unconsciousness, smelling salts were held under her nose to ensure her swift
revival. There was a lot of practice to get in and time-wasting was
unacceptable.
Much as they had enjoyed watching the jiggling breasts and buttocks being slowly
and methodically shredded, it was time for the guests to move on. Along the
platform, Khaled led them to the far corner of the room. A long wooden breast
pillory was set up near to and facing the viewing platform, the device having a
line of ten holes cut out along it. The pillory was made in two halves bisecting
the line of holes; the top half could be raised to allow the breasts to be
placed in the bottom half of the cut-outs and they were then secured by lowering
the upper part and clamping the halves together. Five pairs of large, shapely
female breasts protruded through, the relatively small size of the holes
resulting in the base of each breast being so constricted that it was completely
impossible to pull them free. In fact, they were turning red or purple with the
pressure and, even before the young men started work on them had become
painfully swollen, resembling ten large juicy fruits on a shelf. It could be
seen that the women concerned were seated on chairs of some kind just to the
rear of the pillory; above the wooden beam five terrified, tear-stained faces
gazed back in apprehension at the watching men, whilst five pairs of shapely
knees and legs protruded beneath it. High heels were the only item of clothing
worn, whilst arms were cuffed behind backs and ankles cuffed together to further
restrict movement.
Khaled pointed out a drainage channel running beneath the seats on which the
women sat. Shouting to make himself heard above the cacophony of noise in the
rest of the room, he told the others that the seats were just rims. It was
normal for women involved in this area of activity to lose control of their
bowels as well as their bladders, and the open seats allowed any waste to be
swiftly and efficiently removed via the drainage channel, through which a
continuous stream of scented water flowed.
Harvey was surprised to see that just one apprentice was allocated to all five
women. However, in view of the regular intake of females there was never any
shortage, even though a number of them did not survive the extreme treatment
they were put through.
This particular young man, a pale, thin studious-looking youth in spectacles,
certainly did not give the impression of a trainee sadist. Appearances can be
deceptive. The youth fetched a device sprouting a mass of wires and began to set
it up. It was an electricity generator, from which ran five sets of twin cables
ending in vicious toothed clamps. Whistling to himself, the bespectacled youth
took the first pair of cables to the woman at the end of the row and, pulling
her nipple outwards, clamped the sharp teeth onto it. The jaws of the clamp had
a powerful spring. This was confirmed by the howl of pain from above the
pillory. The second clamp was similarly put in place and another scream rent the
air. "AAAAGGGHHHH! TAKE THEM OFF - IT HURTS! AAAAAAAHHHHHH! PLEASE - TAKE THEM
OFF!!"
The screams turned to tears, the clamped breasts heaving slightly within the
confines of the pillory in time to her wracking sobs. Satisfied that the clamps
were securely on, the youth moved down the line repeating the process to the
accompaniment of agonised screams and a great deal of crying. At last he
finished and stepped back to make a final check.
Watched by a white-coated instructor, he turned a dial on the top half a turn.
He pressed an adjacent button. At once a powerful current flowed through the
clamps. Five female heads were thrown back, five mouths opened wide and five
throats emitted full-bloodied shrieks as the shock went through the line of
clamped nipples. The apprentice let the current flow for a few seconds before
releasing the button. He spoke for the first time, his voice high-pitched and in
English but with a slight accent. "Did you enjoy that, ladies? That was only the
start - we will have lots of playtime together!"
The line of sobbing women were by now panicking. They pleaded with both the thin
youth and the watching guests to stop any further torture:
"OH GOD - NO MORE...."
"PLEEEEEASE - I CAN'T BEAR IT....."
"STOP - FOR GOD'S SAKE - STOP - I BEG YOU - PLEEEEEASE!!...."
"OOOOOOOOHHH - THE PAIN - YOU'LL KILL ME - UUUURRRGGHHH!!"
"PLEASE - PLEASE - I'LL DO ANYTHING - HAVE MERCY - AAAAAGGGHHHHHH!!"
The pleas fell on deaf ears as always. Instead, the apprentice turned up the
dial one notch and once more pressed the button. A crackling noise came from the
nipple clamps and shrieks of pure agony erupted from the five luckless females.
As expected, two of them lost muscle control and their bowels emptied into the
drainage channel below, whilst a stream of urine jetted forth from another. The
youth held down the button for a few more seconds, wisps of smoke rising from
the clamps. The women shuddered and jerked helplessly in their restraints, high
heels drumming despairingly on the floor in a frenzied dance of agony, voices
beginning to crack as their howls of pain rose to a crescendo.
The bespectacled youth went across to inspect the line of clamped mammaries.
Mockingly, he encouraged the women to be, in his own words "brave ladies" as he
massaged and slapped the tortured orbs. "We're going to turn the current up in a
minute!" he chortled as his hands jerked the cables attached to a pair of
particularly superb breasts up and down, wringing an anguished cry from their
pretty owner.
The group were fascinated by the scene before them, however the hours were
slipping by and it was time to continue the tour. With eardrums ringing and
erections stiffening at the continuous sound of female screams, the group made
their way along the walkway to where the next activity was taking place. A trio
of raised feminine posteriors greeted them, their owners bent over a long padded
bench and tethered by wrists and widely spread ankles. As usual high heels were
worn, this time along with another item of clothing - a discipline hood covering
the whole head, complete with ball gag and breathing tube, the open end of which
was held by the apprentice. The young men, standing one behind each woman, were
this time engaged in two simultaneous activities - orgasm control and muscle
relaxation. Each youth's erect organ was thrust deep into a woman's rectum,
sliding slowly back and forth as they learnt how to prolong their climax for the
greatest length of time to obtain maximum pleasure. As for the women, they had
to ensure that their anuses were at all times fully relaxed to the satisfaction
of those inside them - or the apprentices would merely place a thumb over the
end of the breathing tube, cutting off the air supply.
Glancing down, Harvey saw that on all three women both the nipples and labia had
been pierced and ringed, and from these hung four cords at the end if which
heavy weights hung. The weights swung gently with the rhythym of the youths'
thrusting penises, causing considerable pain. Of course, no protests or pleas
for mercy were possible due to the suffocating hoods and gags. The women could
do nothing other than accept this unwanted invasion of their most private parts,
try to relax under the threat of suffocation whilst at the same time keep as
still as possible to avoid the extra pain of the swinging weights. Despite their
predicament, these women appeared to be getting off lightly in comparison with
the rest.
One woman was at that time failing to relax her sphincter muscle enough to
please her penetrator. The tube had been sealed and she was frantically bucking
and writhing in panic as her oxygen supply cut off. The apprentice seemed to
enjoy the extra sensation provided by the woman's desperate struggles. Holding
one hand aloft, he imitated a rodeo contestant, "riding" the frantically
bouncing buttocks and yelling "YAAAA-HOO!" as his shaft jerked up and down in
the tight confines of the woman's rectum. The other apprentices and the
onlookers could not help but laugh at the sight. After a short time the youth
released his thumb, his victim taking great gasping gulps of air into the tube
and down into her bursting lungs. This seemed to give her the necessary
incentive to relax her bowels. The familiar rhythym restarted, the throbbing
penis once more began to slide in and out of the tight passage, and the covered
head shook with uncontrolled sobs inside it's leather prison.
Another of the trio received similar treatment. Again the frenzied struggles,
the jiggling buttocks, the muffled gasps beneath the hood. The apprentice was in
no hurry to allow the woman to breathe this time. After a time her struggles
diminished, and she slowly lapsed into unconsciousness as she began to
suffocate. This of course resulted in her back passage fully relaxing, providing
her tormentor with the desired level of pleasure. He at last released his thumb,
thrusting back and forth with renewed vigour as she slowly began to regain
consciousness.
The group were distracted by a commotion in the far corner. Moving round the
platform, an extraordinary sight met their eyes. A tall thick steel pole had
been set up from which six steel arms extended from around it's top like bicycle
spokes. From each arm hung a naked woman, by way of a kind of harness fixed
under her arms. Additional fixings to the ankles pulled the legs up and behind
each woman; arms were pulled around in front of their legs and tied together
behind their backs, thus leaving the women's private areas thrust forward and
totally exposed. The hub of the arms was driven by a hidden electric motor and
turned slowly so that the dangling woman rotated around the pole, completing a
full circuit about every minute.
Each pair of gently swinging buttocks hung about a metre from floor level. At
one point the path of their circuit a type of barbeque had been set up,
containing an oblong-shaped bed of hot coals about two metres in length. As the
arms turned, each woman passed over the coals for a duration of roughly ten
seconds, her bottom and genitals only fractionally above the red-hot fire.
Six apprentices had each been allocated one woman to look after, their task to
ensure that the flesh was roasted as slowly and painfully as possible. To
assist, they were all supplied with soft brushes and oil for basting, and could
alter the distance between buttocks and coals by way of a block and tackle
arrangement incorporated in the securing harnesses. By pulling either of a pair
of strong cords hanging down behind each woman she could be raised or lowered
several inches.
The contraption had only just begun to rotate as the six vaginas and six pairs
of buttocks did not yet show any real signs of exposure to the heat. At that
moment a beautiful blonde was just passing over the coals. Her pitiful shrieks
rang round the room. "AAAAAAAIIIIIYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! NO-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!"
Her demented screams went on and on even after she had completed her passage
over the heat. Harvey could see that even after just one circuit, the plump
buttocks and outer labia were already turning a deep pink in colour. The next
woman approached the heat. A striking, aristocratic face with long dark hair
stared wide-eyed in horror as she neared the glowing coals. Her apprentice
meanwhile crouched in front of her, carefully using his brush to coat the
vaginal area and the rounded nether cheeks with basting oil whilst the other
youths did likewise. The dark-haired beauty let out a panic-stricken howl.
"PLEASE - STOP - STOP - NO - YYYYYIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!" She gave an
ear-splitting shriek as her most tender parts reached the heat and the slow
burning process began. Her bladder emptied, the liquid sizzling noisily as it
hit the coals. By the time she moved past the heat tray, she was almost out of
her mind with pain - and the roasting had only just begun!
TO BE CONTINUED
