The Story of Harvey - chapter 7
The minutes ticked by in the generator room, until an hour had passed since the
"shift" had begun for the six luckless women toiling on the treadles. Most were
by now reaching a crisis point in terms of their ability to carry on; the
stifling heat which discouraged physical effort for any length of time was
taking it's toll. Bodies drenched in perspiration in the confines of the rubber
suits, they desperately needed to rest their aching leg and thigh muscles. Added
to this physical torment was the mental anguish of knowing that Helga could use
the dreaded probe on them at any time - apart from the humiliation of having
their intimate parts presented, not only to her but to anyone else who cared to
look. Helga had of course informed them beforehand that a number of male guests
were on a "sight-seeing" visit and that their private areas would be closely
inspected over the next couple of hours or so.
Every so often a strained and tearful voice would be heard begging for a few
moments rest. Such pleas were a waste of energy as they were either ignored, or
would result in a stern rebuke through the headphones from Helga with a warning
that any reduction in effort would result in immediate punishment.
Meanwhile, the guests wandered freely along the length of the building taking in
the erotic sights and sounds on offer, both to the front and rear of the
rubber-clad beauties. The wide sunken walkway, giving the visitors an eye level
view of the womens' thighs and buttocks was ideal for studying their vaginas,
with labia of varying shapes and sizes peeping from between the churning thighs.
As a bonus, if a woman failed to remember to keep her buttocks clenched (and
most were past caring by now), this often resulted in a tantalising glimpse of
the little puckered ring between.
There was no need for the visitors to keep one eye on the clock; they had
already been informed that they could spend as long as they liked here. There
was a contented, relaxed atmosphere amongst the group. As they strolled from one
woman to another, or stopped for a few minutes for close inspection of a
particular favourite, they were brought cool drinks on the instructions of
Khaled, their guide. There could not have been a greater contrast than that of
the male guests at their ease and thoroughly enjoying the sights on show, and of
the suffering women toiling before them. Whilst the men drained the glasses,
Khaled reached into his pocket and produced a note. "My friends" he said,
raising his voice above the noise of the machinery and clicking heels, "I have
an announcement to make!" He told them that the Sheikh in his generosity had
selected six of them who would be granted a very special favour. He read out the
names; Harvey's was one. Intrigued, he wondered just what the favour was.
The remaining guests, looking slightly disappointed, were led from the building
by a different guide to visit another attraction. Harvey heard the guide mention
the laboratory, a place previously described by Khaled as not for the
faint-hearted. He guessed that he and his five companions would also be taken
on a tour of this place - hell on earth for the women sent there - later on.
Meanwhile, the six chosen by the Sheikh watched a couple of youthful servants
position tubular steel chairs in the walkway behind each woman. The chairs were
custom built with hydraulic telescopic legs which, when the sitter pumped a
handle on the side, could be raised to a maximum of almost a metre above the
lowered position. This enabled each occupant to sit directly at eye level with
the naked buttocks framed in their oval of delicate lace.
Khaled offered Harvey a chair behind the fourth woman in the line. Thanking the
smiling guide, he glanced at the small card showing her photograph. A woman of
around thirty he guessed, dark-haired with high cheekbones and aquiline features
including the most attractive large, hazel eyes. Her aristocratic face left
Harvey with the impression that she came from a wealthy upper-class background.
His eyes skimmed her personal details on the card - his hunch was right. To his
surprise and pleasure he read that she was Lady Caroline Beauchamp, the
twenty-eight year old daughter of an English Earl and Countess. In her early
twenties he remembered her as a media favourite for a short time, her photograph
appearing in many newspapers and magazines when snapped at social functions
where the "beautiful people" tended to congregate. However, her parents had
divorced in acrimonious circumstances and over the years their daughter had
drifted away from high society, eventually going off alone to see the world -
including the obscure desert kingdom over which ruled the Sheikh. When a chance
meeting with one of his men gave her the opportunity to visit this mysterious
ruler, how could she have known it would end like this? Condemned to a life of
torment in this place, with death seeming a happy release.
Harvey settled himself in the comfortable chair and pumped the small lever at
the side. Slowly the four tubular legs rose smoothly from their outer casings.
The chair seat inched its way upwards until the lower curves of Lady Beauchamps'
undulating buttocks were level with his eyes. He relaxed on his chair and
studied the erotic sight before him. The teetering black high heels
click-clacking wearily on the treadles; the long legs sheathed in tight black
rubber; the lace cut-out framing the jutting hemispheres displayed inches from
his gaze, the plump cheeks covered in perspiration and jiggling helplessly in
time to the pumping legs. From the front faint gasps and groans were just
audible above the clanking of the machinery.
Harvey's concentration on his new personal plaything was suddenly broken as an
ear-splitting shriek came from the end of the row. A youngish woman had somehow
incurred the displeasure of the lesbian attendant. He looked down the row and
saw that her hawkish features were a mask of fury, and that the electric wand
was thrust deep into the shrieking woman's vagina sending powerful jolts through
her insides. "NO-OOOOOOOOOOO!!" came the frantic scream. "STOP - NO - DON'T -
AAAAGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! OH NO - NO - NOOOOOOOO!! " "NO-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
YYYIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"
The shrieks rose to a crescendo, and then abruptly ceased; the woman had fainted
as a result of the level of pain inflicted. Her plight was too much for the
woman immediately next to her. Her voice rising to a crescendo, she yelled
wildly - "LEAVE HER ALONE YOU BASTARDS.....SHE'S EXHAUSTED....FOR GOD'S SAKE
STOP HURTING HER!" A great heaving sob followed this outburst, and from then on
she could be heard weeping uncontrollably. Helga allowed herself a cruel smile
but for now ignored this sudden bout of hysterics. Smelling salts swiftly
appeared in the attendant's hand as she strode purposefully around to the front
of the unconscious woman. Meanwhile, five pairs of shapely legs continued their
agonising marching on the spot, thigh and calf muscles trembling with pain and
fatigue as the spiked heels rose and fell, rose and fell.....
Khaled waited until all six of the seated guests were properly settled with
their chairs adjusted to just the right height. "My friends" he announced and
waved a hand towards Helga. "Our colleague is taking a break for one hour. She
will be honoured if you would take over the task of looking after our ladies
during this time"! The ancient assistant appeared and, grinning toothlessly,
went to a nearby cabinet. Once opened Harvey saw it was stacked with sex
implements - dildos, anal plugs, clamps; and other more sinister items more
likely to be found in a workshop. Six shallow, oblong trays were filled with a
selection of these items; the old man then clipped a tray to the side of each
chair for the guests to use its contents as desired.
Khaled addressed his visitors once more. "Each of you may also wish to become
more closely acquainted with your young lady - a one to one I believe is the
commonly-used term!" So saying, he nodded to the toothless one who handed each
guest a set of miniature headphones and clip-on microphone, then shuffled across
to the front of the groaning women. Minutes later the women's' earpieces were
supplemented by similar diminutive microphones. Along with the other men, Harvey
was shown a small button on his headset. This he duly pressed. As he did the
sound of Lady Beauchamp's distress filled his ears - the exhausted gasps as she
tried to suck air into her lungs; the moans of pain as her aching leg muscles
threatened to give out on her; the whimpering noises as she contemplated the
hopelessness of her situation.
He listened for a minute or so, his throbbing erection sending waves of pleasure
through his body, then decided to communicate with her. "Good morning, your
ladyship!" he said cheerfully. "I trust you are coping well with your task!" He
sensed her shocked surprise at hearing an English voice. A few seconds passed.
Then she spoke; or tried to speak - fatigue made it difficult to get the words
out. A faltering but cultured voice came through Harvey's earphones.
"Please.......please..." she gasped. "Yes, your ladyship?" he enquired, his
excitement rising as he realised his total control over this well-bred female.
"Please....listen to me....whoever you are.....let me rest.....just for a minute
....PLEASE ....OH GOD......you must help me....I've got to get away from
here...PLEASE......HELP ME!" She broke off, unable to speak any more. Tears
welled inside the black void of her rubber helmet; her restrained head and upper
body shook in a spasm of uncontrolled sobbing. Harvey began to enjoy his new
role as Lady Beauchamp's master. He answered her tearful request. "Never mind
who I am, your ladyship. Don't think of anything except keeping those nice legs
of yours moving up and down. Just remember - maximum effort at all times. I want
NO slacking or this pert bottom of yours - which incidentally is right here in
front of my eyes - will have to undergo considerable suffering!" Her hopes of
any sympathy were dashed and she gave a howl of utter despair - a wave of total
misery consuming her as it became clear there was to be no way of escaping this
torture.
The twin moons continued to jiggle enticingly before Harvey's eyes as the
perspiring woman trudged wearily up and down. She had now reached the point of
sheer desperation...she tried to engage him in dialogue once more.....it was her
only hope. Surely this man would have some pity on her......she was a woman, not
an object..... she had feelings.....she couldn't carry on like this...
"P-please...have mercy....I beg you....mercy ...I'll do anything for
you...PLEEEEEASE!" Her voice became hysterical as she pleaded with her new
master. At the same time her pace slowed on the treadles. Harvey's response was
uncompromising; glancing down into the tray of "goodies" he selected a
wooden-handled wire brush as sold in any d.i.y. store. Should he use the flat or
wire bristle side? He made his decision. Without ceremony he lifted the brush
high above his head and brought the sharp wire bristles down powerfully on the
right cheek. The shapely figure seemed to leap into the air despite her
restraints, the cuffed breasts jerking upwards until it seemed they would be
yanked out of the encircling straps or that the cords tethering them to the
floor eyelet must surely break. However, both did their job effectively and held
firm; the heavy breasts were stretched to the limits making the pain almost as
unbearable as that just caused by the bristles.
"YYYYYYYIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!" A scream of agony assailed Harvey's
ears, followed by a tearful babbling from the tormented woman before him:
"OH NO - OOOOOH - OH......OH GOD.... PLEASE DON'T DO THAT AGAIN.... I CAN'T TAKE
IT....UUURRRGGHHH... I'LL GO FASTER...I SWEAR I WILL.... I
PROMISE...PLEASE....NO MORE... PLEEEEEASE!!" True to her word, Lady Beauchamp
somehow managed to summon up her remaining reserves of energy and redoubled her
efforts. The long legs pushed firmly up and down...up and down...up and down,
muscles taut and strained as she applied herself frantically to her task. Her
buttocks bounced wildly before Harvey's fascinated gaze, the plump lips beneath
performing a merry little dance of their own and the puckered anus vanishing and
re-appearing enticingly. Tiny rivulets of blood ran down the right cheek and
stained the white lace frill from at least a dozen small punctures in the soft
flesh.
"Your Ladyship, you must learn to maintain a steady pace at all times!"
reprimanded Harvey sternly. "Even now you seem to be slowing again!"
She could not of course keep the current fast pace up for any length of time -
no one could be expected to. A wail of anguish came over the earphones. "I'll
try....please give me a chance...I can't go any faster.... UUURRRGGGHHHH....
mercy....please have mercy...don't hit me again.....MERCY....MERCY!"
Her pleas were music to Harvey's ears. He watched and waited. Inevitably her
strength began to dwindle as the adrenalin rush from her earlier punishment
subsided. Soon she had slowed sufficiently to warrant another smack with the
wire brush. This time the left cheek was to be the recipient; no time was wasted
in bringing the implement down as forcefully as before.
"AAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!" Again the shriek of pure agony; again the
tiny spots of blood as the skin punctured like a little pincushion. She was on
the verge of collapse by now, in spite of which a gallant effort was made to
recover her lost pace; howling with pain, Lady Beauchamp pushed her legs firmly
down onto the treadles...she couldn't take any more of this punishment....she
had to carry on....there was no option.......
Harvey lounged in the comfortable chair and glanced around him. On the adjacent
chair another of the selected guests was tending to Alison Hoffman. It seemed
that his excitement had got the better of him. He had removed the clip-on
microphone from his headset. His face was buried deep between the high-flying
executive's hot, damp buttocks whilst his right hand held a darning needle which
he unhurriedly and randomly jabbed - not severely, but enough to cause pain -
into the quivering flesh. The American, although almost overcome with fatigue,
was filled with disgust and loathing towards her tormentor. She vowed to herself
she would not give him the satisfaction of hearing her scream in pain. The
needle jabbed into her right buttock again. She bit her lip...Hell! He's pushing
his nose right in there...jab! went the needle into the right thigh just below
her bottom. Mustn't scream...keep walking....just concentrate, forget what he's
doing....jab! Into the soft skin of the right buttock. She bit her lip until it
bled....oh Jesus....the bastard....the humiliation....making me feel so
ashamed...jab! Another little puncture made in the soft, glutinous flesh. She
gritted her teeth and struggled to keep silent, all the while maintaining her
torturous rythymn on the treadles. Oh my God, his tongue's going right up my
backside....got to keep him away from there.....keep your bottom clenched tight
Alison...come on, you're a strong woman....you can do it.... don't let him
degrade you like this... The guest decided to be a little more severe.
"YYYYIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!" A scream finally erupted from her as the needle was
pushed a full half-inch into her right buttock. The posteriors clenched and
unclenched in helpless spasms of pain, to the satisfaction of the man whose face
was firmly thrust between them. "That's more like it, Miss Hoffman" he thought
to himself contentedly, his nostrils taking in the heady mix of natural odours
together with the expensive perfume carefully applied to both the anus and
vagina before the start of the current shift. His head bobbed in time to the
frenzied bouncing of the enveloping globes like a rowing boat on a choppy sea,
the sphincter muscle opening involuntarily then tightening around his tongue as
he thrust it inside. Her remaining self-control evaporated. "YOU FUCKING
PERVERT! GET AWAY FROM ME!" she yelled hysterically. "FOR GOD'S SAKE STOP - I
CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE OF THIS!" she broke down and the tears flowed freely inside
the hot, suffocating hood. "UURRGGHH - UURRGGHH -UURRGGHH!!" Her utter misery
only served to heighten the enjoyment of the man seated behind her. She had by
this time lost all concentration on her task and slowed almost to a stop;
realising this, the guest ceased his oral ministrations and began to rummage in
his tray for a painful incentive to get her back into line.
Harvey by this time had picked up a shiny chrome dildo which he now held against
the soft folds of Lady Caroline's labia. He warned her that it was about to
enter her; her response in her exhausted state was limited to a tearful, gasping
"NO-PLEASE-DON'T DO THAT!" He began to push, slowly but steadily.
"NO-OOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" wailed the one-time society girl as the chrome invader
sunk deep into the place it was designed to go. "Keep marching!" ordered Harvey
harshly as her pace slowed once more. Gradually the dildo was sucked inside the
shaven, pouting lips until only the base protruded. "Keep it in or you'll get
more of the brush" came the instruction. Back came a sobbing reply "I'll
t-try...p-please...don't hit me...please don't hurt me....UUURRGGGHHH!" The
tears were now continuous, her body shaking in time to the anguished sobs.
Harvey almost felt sorry for this once proud lady, now reduced to a mere
plaything.
Meanwhile, at the end of the row the young woman who had earlier fainted after
being on the receiving end of Helga's wand was again in trouble. This young lady
had personal problems before her ensnarement in the Sheikh's clutches - although
they now seemed insignificant compared with her present predicament. Mary Ellis
was not yet twenty years old. Daughter of parents who followed a strict
religious doctrine, she had never mixed with others and had reached adulthood as
a very shy, withdrawn young woman despite being extremely pretty. There was
another reason for her introverted character. It had come to dominate all her
thought processes and had made her life a misery. It was "down there" the
problem lay. She was so big, so over-developed....those outer lips....so thick
and prominent... and worse, the inner lips....they hung down so
grotesquely....every time she'd thought about her overlarge genitals she'd
shuddered. Boys were out of the question - which ideally suited her doctrinaire
parents with their hard-line puritanical outlook.
A chance meeting between her parents and another member of the sect had been the
start of her present nightmare. Unknown to them the sect member had a contact in
the Sheikh's network of depraved sadists, and had persuaded Mary's parents to
send her to a religious college where she would do full-time studying for a
year. However, this was of course merely a ruse and within a week she was in the
hands of the Sheikh's henchmen and quickly delivered to the lonely desert
palace.
Mary Ellis was spending her first shift on the treadles. She had been in shock
since her capture, but the realisation of her plight had sunk in once she had
been put to work. The insertion of Helga's wand had been the most traumatic
experience of her life, and she had only just recovered her senses. But apart
from the appalling physical suffering, perhaps the most difficult thing to come
to terms with was the fact that her secret terror - her huge sex lips - were now
exposed to an unknown man sitting right behind her. She had resumed her marching
action - she could not bear the thought of that wand again - and groaned not
only with the stringent effort of maintaining the pace as her unfamiliar
skyscraper stiletto heels rose and fell, but also with shame and embarrassment
as the male fingers tugged and fondled the thick fleshy lips that had been the
cause of all her hang-ups in recent years.
Meanwhile the guest seated behind Mary had been delighted by what he found. The
crinkly flesh of the giant inner labia protruding from the thick outer lips was
just begging for severe punishment. On settling into his seat he had engaged the
traumatised young lady in a one-way conversation; she was too shocked to
respond. She had almost passed out with the humiliation of it; his roars of
laughter....telling her she was simply enormous for one so young...the fingers
painfully stretching and twisting the elongated sex lips....making them even
longer than normal...oh God...the shame.....
"Keep those legs moving, Miss Ellis!" barked the man's stern voice through her
earphones. Still unable to speak, she redoubled her efforts.....she could feel
her bottom wobbling and bouncing right before this man's eyes....and that
unspeakable place between her legs...all on show in front of him...oh my God,
his fingers were gripping her THERE again.....tugging them outwards.....A tear
rolled down her rubber-covered cheek and slowly made it's way past her mouth to
fall on the floor below. Sheer misery engulfed her as the probing fingers pulled
roughly on the big pouting lips between her legs. She tried to keep going, tried
to ignore the terrible events occurring behind her.
"AAAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" Mary Ellis shrieked in agony as the pain
coursed through her. "AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
She shrieked again, her voice almost hoarse. She had never known pain like it.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
The work on the treadles was forgotten. She bucked frenziedly but futilely in
her bonds, unable to escape the grip of the pillory and breast cuffs. Her
buttocks jiggled uncontrollably in front of her tormentor; the thin yellow flame
still burnt at the tip of the little butane gas lighter in his hand. Once more
he brought it into contact with the protruding inner labia - the left one this
time.
"YYYYIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"
Again the hysterical shriek of agony; again the heaving body striving in vain to
escape it's bondage; and again the enticing sight of rounded posteriors bouncing
and jiggling, alternately thrusting out and contracting, performing their
tortured dance within the oval of delicate lacework.
It was after about ten minutes of using the butane lighter that Mary Ellis
finally lapsed into unconsciousness. The pain had been just too much for her to
take; in any case the big lips had begun to singe and there was now a serious
risk of permanent scarring. Khaled was called across and immediately signalled
to a couple of attendants to remove the young woman; she was of no further use
this shift and would now be given time to recuperate. However, if there was no
need for surgery it was likely that she would soon be back on the treadles. Once
the wheeled contraption had been eased out and pushed down the walkway with its
motionless occupant into the recovery room, Harvey saw a replacement being
trundled out in front of him; a sobbing woman whose plump buttocks were already
covered in raised purple welts, probably for some minor infringement. She
appeared older than the rest, probably in her late thirties. He wondered whether
his companion with the lighter would show more mercy to her than her younger
predecessor. Not much chance of that, he thought. He mused on the fact that the
man at the end of the row was even more of a sadist than he was. But not by
much, he thought to himself as Lady Beauchamp's dildo began to slip out due to
the natural juices produced and he picked up the wire brush once more....
To be continued............
