The Story of Harvey - chapter 2
The story so far: As a young man at an English university, Harvey did a favour
for a fellow student, an Arab who went on to inherit great wealth and power as
Sheikh of a small, obscure but oil-rich middle-eastern state. The Sheikh, who
has a very sadistic nature where females are concerned, has in gratitude invited
Harvey and other male friends to his remote palace where his sadistic "handlers"
mete out harsh treatments to beautiful women lured by false promises of riches.
This chapter continues their tour...
The party of male guests followed their guide, Khaled, into the room which was
large and spacious. Harvey was astonished to find it resembled a gymnasium.
There were various pieces of exercise equipment scattered around, and what
looked like a boxing ring took up a large part of the room. Nearby was a strange
sight that caught everyone's attention. An oblong wooden box, shallow but large
enough to accommodate a person was suspended some two metres from the ground by
chains at each corner. It was obvious that the box was occupied by a woman; two
enormous breasts hung down through a rectangular hole cut out from the base of
the box. Harvey had not seen a pair like them before - they quivered gently like
two huge melons, a pair of thrusting red nipples completing a very erotic sight.
Khaled saw the guests' looks of amazement at the sight of the magnificent orbs.
"These belong to an American model well-known in what you would call "big-boob"
magazines. She is a blonde lady aged 23 who thought she had the chance of a
lucrative modelling assignment in our country" he explained. "We saw that she
was already extremely well endowed, with no silicone enhancements, and so she
has undergone a three-month course of special hormones which rapidly increases
breast size". Harvey could hear crying from within the box and like the other
guests, wondered what was in store for the unlucky model.
Two more people now entered the room. One was a tough, athletic-looking man in
his forties wearing a tracksuit and trainers. The other was a younger black
woman, also muscular and fit, wearing a white athletes vest and matching shorts.
Khaled introduced them as - believe it or not - Adam and Eve, causing a ripple
of laughter amongst the men. Harvey was surprised that they both spoke English,
until Khaled told them that Adam was once a British army physical training
instructor and Eve a promising athlete from South Africa whose career had been
curtailed by injury. They had been recruited onto the Sheikh's payroll through
his network of contacts abroad. Both sadists by nature when it came to matters
involving the female sex, the pair were now instructors in charge of organising
training and recreational activities for the Sheikh's handlers and other staff.
"Time to get the equipment ready" said Adam and went to a nearby cupboard. He
returned with two odd-looking stainless steel rings rather like large napkin
holders, hinged so that each opened up into two halves. A curved rod with a
toothed ratchet arrangement protruded from the end of one half, the other half
having a small tube into which the rod fitted and locked, and which could be
tightened via the ratchet mechanism. "Breast cuffs" he said in a matter-of-fact
way to the assembled onlookers. Eve positioned herself next to the quivering
left breast. "I'll hold this one steady" she said, taking hold of the giant
mammary in both hands. Whistling nonchalantly, Adam deftly placed the two
sections around the base of the breast and slowly forced them together until the
ratchet rod engaged in the tube. A scream came from the box as the breast was
constricted by the cuff. This was totally ignored by Adam as he used his hands
to push the two sections together as far as possible, the ratchet arrangement
preventing it from opening out again.
"YOU BASTARDS - TAKE IT OFF ME - IT'S TOO TIGHT - AAAAGGGHHH!"
The instructors did not react at all to the anguished howls from within the box
but merely continued with the task in hand. Harvey guessed they dealt with so
many females in pain that such sounds came quite normally to them.
Eve next steadied the right breast so that the operation could be repeated. As
the cuff was tightened, another scream followed by anguished pleas came from
within the box: "AAAAGGGHHH!! PLEASE - STOP - YOU'RE HURTING ME - STOP - STOP -
NO MORE - UUURRRGGGHH!! The couple again paid no attention whatsoever to the
pleas and sobs, even at such close proximity. Adam finished tightening the
second cuff and stepped back to check his efforts. Each enormous breast was now
tightly constricted around it's base by the steel cuffs causing them to appear
even more spherical in shape, like two firm white pumpkins.
However, Adam hadn't finished. Producing a pair of allen keys, he handed one to
Eve. Inserting the small hexagonal rod into a little socket on the right cuff he
began to turn it briskly clockwise, forcing the ratchet deeper inside the tube
and tightening the steel band even further. At the same time Eve did likewise
with the left cuff. The sobbing heard from inside the box suddenly turned to
shrieks as the breasts were forced to a smaller and still smaller diameter
beneath the bands.
"NO-OOOOOOO - PLEASE - AAAAAYYYIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE - OH GOD - I CAN'T STAND IT - NO
MORE - PLEEEEEASE - AAAAAGGGGHHHHH!!"
The keys wound the ratchets tighter and tighter until, to a background of
hysterical shrieks and frantic pleas to stop, the two sections of both cuffs
were drawn completely together and each formed an unbroken ring around the
flesh.
Adam now brought from the cupboard a wooden board with twin semi-circular
cut-outs along one edge. He positioned it level with the underside of the box.
Eve meanwhile brought an identical board across and they slid both of these into
position one above and one below the breasts, so that the cuffs fitted into the
semi-circular cut-outs. Harvey also noticed that the rims of the breast cuffs
were slightly raised , enabling the edges of the boards to seat firmly in these
matching grooves as they came together. The two halves of the boards now met and
were locked together at each end to form a kind of pillory. This was then fixed
flush onto the box with bolts via pre-drilled threaded holes. The guests
realised that the reason for fully tightening the cuffs was that they had to be
reduced to the size of the cut-outs in order to accommodate them.
The end result was that now the cuffs were immovably fixed in two holes that
effectively formed an integral part of the box, and the woman could not exert
any control over her breasts. Although the giant mounds were perfectly capable
of bouncing and swinging in all directions, this could only happen through
external influences and not by her own efforts. Inside the box, she could move
her limbs to some extent but her torso was firmly secured and she could not move
this area of her body a fraction of an inch.
Adam and Eve checked their work carefully and nodded to each other that all was
well. Eve checked that each breast was free to swing around in any direction,
although the constricting cuffs naturally dampened some of their movement.
Continuous weeping and groaning came from within the box as Adam slightly raised
it's height by operating an electric winch on the wall until the large nipples
were at eye level. The instructors gave Khaled a smile and a thumbs-up and, with
a brief wave to the guests left the room.
The door reopened almost immediately. "Here comes a young man who wants to make
use of the apparatus" said Khaled as a dark-complexioned youth - a trainee
handler - came in. He wore singlet and shorts and carried a holdall. "I expect
you will be giving us a demonstration of your skills" smiled the guide. The
youth grinned back and felt inside his holdall, to produce two red objects.
Harvey suddenly knew what was about to happen. The youth put on the boxing
gloves, Khaled tightening the laces for him; once completed, he took up position
in front of the huge breasts. All was now clear. The model had been transformed
into twin punchballs to assist with the boxer's training programme!
Raising his gloved fists, the youth steadied himself. Then, his fists began to
rain blows upon the huge orbs, left-right-left-right-left-right one after the
other, left fist to right breast and vice-versa. The breasts bounced wildly back
and forth as the blows landed, to the accompaniment of screams of agony and a
rhythmic, muffled thump of leather on flesh.
WHOOMP-WHOOMP-WHOOMP-WHOOMP-WHOOMP-WHOOMP...... a steady pace was maintained as
the youth's arms whirled round and round. The great melons had already started
to turn red from their constriction within the cuffs; now they became a deeper
shade still as they underwent fearful punishment.
WHOOMP-WHOOMP-WHOOMP-WHOOMP-WHOOMP-WHOOMP...... "AAAGGHHH....PLEASE.......NO
MORE........YOU'RE KILLING ME...... STOP.......FOR GOD'S SAKE.... STOP .....
AAAIIIIGGGHHHH!!"
WHOOMP-WHOOMP-WHOOMP-WHOOMP-WHOOMP-WHOOMP........
The boxer was unconcerned about the pitiful screams from above and concentrated
purely on his own efforts, making the breasts bounce and leap in all directions
as he smashed his gloved fists into the darkening flesh. The box itself shook
slightly as it's occupant thrashed around helplessly in her agony. After about
five minutes he stopped; the shrieks at the same time subsiding to low moans and
tearful sobs.
Adam and Eve appeared on the scene again. "Punchballs working properly?"
enquired Adam of the youth. He spoke broken English. "They very bouncy-bouncy"
he said, indicating with his hands the wild movement of the orbs. Adam gave one
agonisingly sore breast a firm punch, sending it swinging around and extracting
a howl of pain from the box. He frowned. "Any ideas as to how we can stabilise
them?" he asked Eve. She thought for a moment. "We could try counterweighting
them" she suggested. Adam raised a finger. "Good idea" he said, and went once
more to the cupboard. He emerged a minute later with two heavy weights each
attached to a metre or so of strong fishing line. Harvey raised his eyebrows
when he saw that the other end of each line was tied to a vicious-looking
fishhook. Adam passed one weight and line to his companion. She grasped the left
nipple between two fingers and pulled downwards, holding the hook between her
fingers of her other hand. Expertly and without ceremony she forced the
needle-sharp point into the area where the nipple joined the left breast. It
quickly emerged the other side, accompanied by a shriek of pure agony. Eve let
the weight hang free, pulling the nipple downward. Droplets of blood appeared on
the floor beneath. "Here's the other one" said Adam, handing her the weight and
careful to keep the point of the hook away from danger to themselves.
"NO......MERCY.......I CAN'T STAND IT.......PLEASE DON'T HURT ME ANY
MORE............NO.............OH GOD.............YYYYIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"
The pleas turned to yet more screams of agony as the second hook was thrust
home.
Now both weights dangled below the huge breasts, pulling them agonisingly
downwards. Harvey wondered if the nipples would be pulled off, but his fears
proved groundless.
The boxer took up position again
WHOOMP-WHOOMP-WHOOMP-WHOOMP-WHOOMP-WHOOMP......he laid into the now purpling
breasts with gusto. To the satisfaction of Adam and Eve, they did not swing
about anything like before, the counterweights serving their purpose
successfully and providing more stability. Unfortunately for the woman, this
caused her even more pain. WHOOMP-WHOOMP-WHOOMP-WHOOMP.... Before long the
once-white globes were a deep purple colour, whilst at the same time blood
dripped steadily onto the floor as the weights slowly swung back and forth and
the nipples were forced to take the strain of their embedded hooks.
"AAAAAIIIIEEEEE.......NO-OOOOOOO.......AAAARRRGGGGHHHHHHH!!! YOU'RE KILLING
ME.......HAVE MERCY........PLEEEEEEEEEEASE!!"
The box shook gently and the demented shrieks rose to a crescendo as the woman
became totally hysterical with the pain.
The guests were transfixed at the sight, the fists hitting the breasts one after
the other in a blur of speed as the youth worked up to full power. The shrieks
of agony gradually became hoarse groans as the strain on the model's vocal
chords became too much. "Is that better?" enquired Adam. The youth stopped for
a moment. "Punchballs working very good!" he grinned. "Try not to burst them!"
laughed Eve.
"HELP ME.......HELP ME..........PLEASE..........I BEG YOU......NO MORE!"
The croaking voice inside the box sounded weaker now. The woman had stopped
thrashing around and the onlookers heard a continuous low moaning sound,
interspersed with choking sobs and gasps and occasional pleas for mercy.
The youth and the instructors were unconcerned at her plight however. She was
purely a means of providing healthy exercise to an aspiring boxer - a piece of
gymnasium equipment and nothing more.
Once more the gloves were raised; once more the punchballs took their terrible
punishment. WHOOMP-WHOOMP-WHOOMP-WHOOMP-WHOOMP-WHOOMP.....
Once more the broken, hysterical screams from the tortured woman as the purple
mounds were pummelled without mercy....
Soon the punchballs had turned various shades of black, purple and blue as deep
bruises spread over the whole of the area under attack from the boxer. Harvey
wondered how long they could last before permanent injury occurred - not much
longer it would seem. In addition, the nipples were close to tearing, as the
weights swung back and forth with the blows and the hooks all but tore through
the flesh. However, he would not be able to stay and see the outcome, as Khaled
indicated that it was time to move on.
Reluctantly, the guests said their goodbyes to the instructors and the youth,
leaving the latter working up quite a sweat and still pounding away at the twin
punchballs as they left the room. It was time to visit more of the attractions
awaiting them behind the many locked doors....
