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Sissy's Corporate Adventures
Chapter 17
Sissy had no idea of the time since there weren't any windows located in this area of the fortress. She still wasn't fully recovered from her ordeal, but felt better than she had in some time. Toshiro asked if she'd used the chamber pot, which meant nothing to the blonde teenager. When he pointed to it, she nodded shyly. He ordered her to bring it along and follow him. She asked what time it was and he laughed, informing her that it was evening, but not to worry about having nothing to do. Sissy, for a change, picked up on the tone of his voice and shivered slightly. It was difficult to keep up with him as he strode purposefully toward his destination as she followed in his wake. She decided to husband her limited physical resources, which meant to keep silent and concentrate on moving. Toshiro on the other hand was most talkative once he realized the naked blonde student-toy was not in the mood for conversation.
"I've been putting my sister through the wringer, and the poor dear is on the verge of total exhaustion. My assistant, Kyoko, is in the process of finishing her off for the day. She's a dedicated lesbian, and the only kind of person I would trust to be my assistant, especially when it comes to training the female members of the family and those young ladies who aspire to join our powerful clan through marriage. Behold, my training facility!"
With those words he pushed open the thick polished wood door to reveal a place dominated by a lattice work of bamboo to which was bound Michiyo. This time Sissy was confronted by the sister's hairless, raw,swollen vagina, from which issued a steady stream of whitish fluid that was forming a pool on the mat below her. The next thing that her eyes picked up was the lovely face of a dark-eyed woman with little or no makeup staring at her from behind Michiyo's impossibly stretched body. Her hands were squeezing the teen's big tits, tweaking the hard nipples every time her helpless victim grunted. Those tits were much larger now as a consequence of the ropes looped around them, cutting off the blood circulation, forcing them to expand tremendously and turn an ugly shade of purple-black.
Toshiro ordered her to remain standing where she was as he swiftly closed to check on certain features of his naked sister's body. This gave Sissy more time to collect herself and now she focused on the rope patterns that held the girl rigidly in place on the bamboo bar that supported her wide split legs. Ropes were looped tightly around her ankles, calves, knees, midthighs, and to the juncture between her legs and torso. They in turn were connected to each other by other loops and taken together this pattern held her legs firmly to the bamboo bar. Her feet were quite swollen and almost the same color as her bloated tits. The spidery pattern of blood vessels were now clearly visible over her entire legs.
Another nest of ropes held her upper torso to the next rung of the lattice to which she was mounted. Not only did this pattern hold her arms behind her back, they looped in a figure eight pattern to choke off the blood to those purple-black bags of fat. The pattern continued to tightly constrict her chest and just below her bulging breasts, adding more support to what was holding her fast. The area around these ropes was bulging from the relentless force they applied to her yielding flesh. Then to top it off, she was wearing something that reminded Sissy of the leather helmet one of her brothers wore when he wrestled for his high school. It performed two functions at least. It provided anchor points for the ball gag, now covered with her drool, that forced her jaws wide apart and prevented her from making too much noise. It also doubled as another anchor point for the strange metal prongs that were hooked into her nostrils, forcing her head back so that her eyes were staring at the ceiling.
Toshiro meanwhile was checking the ropes that held his sister in place while he carried on a conversation with his assistant in English, which shocked Sissy no end.
"I'm a bit surprised to see you still hammering away at Michiyo's asshole. Don't tell me, she was disobedient, wasn't she? That's what I like about you Kyoko, you are a stern taskmistress, especially when it comes to my sister. I'll bet you pray to your ancestors for something terrible to happen to that nephew she is due to marry. Then she'd be damaged goods and you and her could settle down to a nice lesbian relationship, which of course would also include me as a user of my sister's outstanding flesh. I'm sure you'd hate that, but unlike Michiyo, you are very obedient. Now tell me the truth, you didn't like the way she reacted while I was pounding my seed into that tight cunt. So her nipples got a little harder than usual, nothing strange about that is there? You know as well as I that she's only hours away from her regular period, which means tomorrow she'll be a mess to fuck and hard to handle because of the hormone changes that alter her personality, and make her a bitch to handle."
His assistant smirked and intensified her assault on the teen's puckered asshole, wedging the head of the foot long dildo another inch deeper, feeling the girl's nipples get even harder. Kyoko knew that Michiyo was hers, but notheless she had to be punished in the interest of making her more docile for her new husband, who more than likely would treat her harshly as a symbol of his status. However she was not letting her master get away with not telling the entire truth.
"I am only your assistant, but to serve you well and true I must competely understand you and your relations with those important to you. Today you spent much more time than normal using your sister sexually. Look at the evidence pooled below her dripping cunt. You hammered an armada of semen into her and I am not sure it had to do with her being a mess tomorrow. If memory serves me correctly, you usually spend a great deal of time punishing this soon to be married woman with that hard shaft once she begins her monthly bleeding. You have even told me that you are excited by the prospect of knowing that she still might conceive before she marries, which would make you and her extremely happy for perhaps different reasons."
Poor Sissy, there were words and ideas she couldn't understand considering her family background and education. She did however get the gist of the discussion. Both of them wanted the girl, but maybe not for the same reason. Some things were the same no matter what country you were in. Once again she thanked her lucky stars that she came from a family that was open and enjoyed doing lots of things that polite society raised an eyebrow or two over. Then she came back from wherever her mind had gone to discover the two of them staring at her, the woman almost licking her lips at the prospect of having Sissy fall into her hands.
The blonde stood there, self conscious and still holding the chamber pot. It was then that Toshiro told his assistant that Sissy had brought something for his sister to drink. The woman grinned and removed Michiyo's ball gag, but her head was still held in place by the prongs in her nostrils. She said something in Japanese to the girl and took the pot from Sissy. The blonde was utterly amazed at how quickly the girl drank every drop of the warm urine. Toshiro laughed and stated that after being on the bamboo for many many hours, his sister developed a great thirst for anything wet, and they usually had her drink their urine before freeing her. He added that Sissy should consider herself honored that her urine was chosen for Michiyo to drink this time.
She watched the rope master and his assistant untie the exhausted teenager from the bamboo lattice upon which she must have spent eight to ten hours, if it was evening now. Michiyo's legs were rubbery and she groaned and cried when the nose prongs were removed. It became nerve racking when the blood began to flow back into those purplish-black bowling balls hanging from her chest wall. Her screams made the hair on the back of Sissy's neck rise. The girl was in agony, her hands fluttering from one sore tit to the other as nature took its course. Toshiro and Kyoko tried their best to stay busy and avoid having to deal with the pitiful sounds coming from their victim. For reasons she never did understand, Sissy found herself hugging the sobbing teen and trying to console her. Kyoko was mortified at this breach of conduct from a foreigner, but strangely enough Toshiro glared at her in a way she rarely saw and she resigned herself to the position of his assistant, no more, no less. A short while later Michiyo shuffled slowly from the room leaving Sissy alone with the pair.
They discussed Sissy as if she wasn't there. It seems that the bothers, Hiroshi and Shiro, had been informed of the arrival of the gift from Megalomania Enterprises, and were eager to try it out. To get some idea of how much abuse the toy coud take without getting broken too badly, they would depend on the tests that Toshiro would conduct. He and his assistant shook their heads in anguish at the prospect of having to use machines to determine Sissy's sexual limits. However since the Research and Development Divison of Hashifumoto was vitally interested in field testing this new home entertainment product line, there could be no argument.
There was no way that in her present condition Sissy Slickslit could spread her legs ninety degrees from normal, something that Michiyo had accomplished with aplomb. In addition as Kyoko so bluntly put it, how much she spread wasn't going to determine how much cock she could take in any given time period. Toshiro even suggested half in jest that they tie her down to a low bench and wheel one of the machines into place and let it have a go at her until either it seized up or her pussy began to smoke. Kyoko thought that was a great idea provided they use the biggest head in their inventory. Finally they got serious and decided to rope Sissy to the bamboo lattice, but use a less stressing configuration.
They started by noosing Sissy's tits despite Toshiro complaining that he was used to more than what she had to offer. Kyoko looked at it a different way, stating that perhaps this foreigner's breasts might expand more than the typical Japanese variety. The rope master grumbled, but made sure that Sissy gasped and yelped every time he pulled one of his ropes down tight to imprison her firm tits within a cage of rope. He was merciless when it came to binding her hands and arms behind her back in such a way that they were roped securely to the upper bamboo bar they were using to hold her naked body in place for the preliminary testing that was to follow. Thick ropes sank into the flesh of her wrists, then her arms were pulled together just below the elbows and again at the biceps by more ropes. Now her arms were hanging over the top bamboo bar, supporting a large portion of her weight. Those loops joined with the ones cutting off the blood circulation to her breasts, those making it difficult to draw breath, and others serving as an anchor for her bound arms just below her swelling breasts, constituted the web holding her upper torso to the lattice.
Kyoko was also busy binding Sissy's legs in such a manner that they were stretched to her limits, perhaps a bit beyond if the truth be known. Loops of rope bound her ankles, knees and upper thighs to the bar. More than a half dozen loops tightly noosed the region bordering her fat lipped cunt. Already Sissy was beginning to lose sesation in her feet. Toshiro did the honors using the same leather fixture to gag her with a ball gag and insert those insidious prongs into her nostrils, forcing her head back and preventing her from seeing what was being done to her naked body.
Two small but powerful vibrating balls were taped to either side of her cunt mouth. She had no way of knowing their purpose, but once they were activated in concert with the machine, her cunt muscles would be made to contract and expand in rhythm to the powerfull strokes the machine delivered deep into her dripping fuck tunnel. It took both of them to roll the machine into proper position and make sure neither Sissy nor the machine could move significantly. If that were to occur, the effects on the "toy" might be catastrophic. Of course Sissy had no clue about that part of the testing.
Although Toshiro and his assistant were from the old school, which meant using bamboo rods and the hilts of swords to achieve the same result as this new generation of sex machines, they had to admit that this gleaming collection of high technology was aesthetically pleasing to a degree. The chassis was of stainless steel, the shaft was a graphite based composite, and the elliptical wheel that was the driver of the shaft was also made from a fiber reinforced composite material so secret that only half a dozen Hashifumoto executives knew of its existence. The probe, which was the heart of the machine, had a resin molded-carbon fiber reinforced body mated to the head which was constructed of a smart material that shaped itself to the terrain it was traversing, in this case Sissy's vagina, or to put it more bluntly her cunt. Power was provided by a 25 hp motor and the system also had a backup battery pack that would allow the machine to operate at top speed for at least three hours, more than enough time to tame the most unruly vagina, as the brochure claimed.
This version was the Mark 19, the ultimate design to date. There was also the Mark 19A, a portable system that could be hand operated, also utilizing the same battery pack system. Sissy would be the first and probably the last to test both, unless everything went as planned. Toshiro took a deep breath and threw the switch, turning the machine on to low speed. Sissy grunted as the head began to bore into her tight twat.
(To be continued-lex ludite)
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