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Sissy's Corporate Adventures - Chapter 21
Sissy opened her eyes and stared for a time at the ceiling of the huge room while she listened to the weird sounds. There was this whistling noise followed by a cracking sound, interspersed with low grunts and wet, slobbering gasps. It all began coming back to her and for this reason she had no desire to look around and identify the source of these odd sounds and noises. Overlaying it all was the sound of Toshiro's voice berating his half-sister for various errors he claimed she had made by not following his instructions to the letter.
Finally Sissy could not resist and she focused her eyes on the tableau being acted out before her.
Michiyo was seated on a low bench, her back to Sissy.Her body blocked most of Kyoko, but Sissy could see Toshiro in the background, behind the bamboo lattice work. He raised his arm and the whistling sound started and then ended with a loud crack, which brought a grunt from his assistant. When he did it again, Sissy realized that he was using some kind of a switch to beat the helpless woman. She just stared at him as he continued to thrash the woman mercilessly. At last he noticed that she was awake once more. He stopped the beating he was adminstering and walked around to get closer to her.
"You've been missing all the fun. Why don't you get into a better position so you can see what's been going on in your absence."
As he spoke Toshiro pointed to his half-sister as he came forward, and Sissy saw that he had a length of some type of wood in his hand; it was the color of the bamboo, but much thinner. He immediately picked up on her interest in his cane and described it in all its terrible detail, giving Sissy much more information than she wished to know. The rope master insisted that she join him at the frame for a closer view of what he had accomplished to date on his wayward assistant. Once she got on her feet he pointed at Michiyo and explained in excruciating detail what was happening with her and Kyoko.
"While I've been correcting all the mistakes my half-sister made when she had her turn with the cane, she's been indulging herself with my malicious aide. If you look closely you'll observe that Kyoko's mouth seems to be a bit bloody, which is because my dear sibling is in her period, and it takes her mind off her cramps and that bloated feeling to have a knowing tongue lapping away at the source of her discomfort. On the other hand, the level of discomfort for my scheming assistant is greatly enhanced by the way her bondage has been modified to allow her to perform her duties. She'll have a very sore neck tomorrow to remind her further of her chicanery."
Sissy winced inwardly at the sight of poor Kyoko, her head pulled back to the limit that could be tolerated by her neck. The ropes holding her arms straight and joined tightly had been given a number of hitches to shorten them and cause the woman's naked body to be bent into a painful arc that also brought her firm breasts into play. Fresh ropes had been noosed around them individually and they were now swollen to nearly twice normal size and looked like two eggplants both in shape and color. Worse yet they had already tasted the cane from the looks of the raised welts cross-hatched on those heavy melons.
This was nothing compared to what Sissy observed once she joined Toshiro at the frame. It was difficult to believe that every portion of the woman's spread legs had been covered with deep welts, many crusted with dried blood, the skin having been torn open by the force of the cane as it ripped into the tender flesh. Kyoko's vulva was one mass of swollen, bleeding, purplish flesh. Sissy felt nauseous when she looked at it.
Toshiro glanced over at her and grinned just before he brought that fiendish weapon down onto Kyoko's blood-bloated vulva and the swollen flesh burst where it was struck. Michiyo let out a scream, yelling something in Japanese that made Toshiro smile. He translated for Sissy that Kyoko had just bitten Michiyo's cunt in her agony from the blow she had just absorbed. Then he put another pair of brutal strokes into the same region, bringing more cries from Michiyo, who pushed her bound victim away and stood up, holding her crotch with both hands. Toshiro shouted something in Japanese to the teenager and waited for her to react.
Sissy gasped with horror as the lovely teen grabbed Kyoko by the hair and held her steady so she could drive her knee up into the assistant's face, which she did a number of times while Toshiro laughed and shouted encouragement to her.
"Please stop her, I beg you! If you leave her alone, I'm sure your sister will disfigure poor Kyoko for life or even kill her."
With those words Sissy burst into tears, bringing a loud guffaw from the rope master. Michiyo now kicked her victim between her swollen blue-black tits, heel first. Then she stepped back a few paces and got a running start that ended in a leap that allowed her to kick poor Kyoko in the forehead, bringing a keening wail from the woman who was obviously in agony from the terrible blow that had snapped her head back further than nature had intended for it to go.
"How weak you Westerners must be to quail at such love taps. Kyoko, for all her failings is from good Japanese peasant stock and is quite capable of being Michiyo's target for greater blows than those. In fact step back so I can swing my arm properly and I'll show you what my assistant can endure without even vomiting."
Almost in a trance the blonde teen stepped back and watched as Toshiro brought his cane down on the arch of Kyoko's bound foot. Even as the sound of that brutal stroke was still ringing in Sissy's ears he gave his captive another and then another, each one landing in the very same spot. Koyoko's body shuddered and twitched in agony, her body straining to escape the cradle of ropes that held her in a grip of iron. Toshiro stepped to the front of the frame to which Kyoko was bound and showed off his prowess with the cane by slicing into her rump from a sharp angle that gave him very little leeway. Each stroke had to be precisely struck, the distance between his target, the ropes holding her body in a painful arch and the frame itself left little room for error. A miss might mean breaking his cane or striking the frame which would send a shock through his arm.
While the beating continued, Michiyo had captured her victim's head between her thighs and was making sure that her tongue did as she wished. She said something to her half-brother and he translated for Sissy, informing her that every time he landed a good blow to Koyoko's rump it translated to a very interesting movement of her tongue that increased the pleasure for Michiyo many times over. Sissy did her best to look away as the cane ate into the woman's firm flesh, now and then breaking the skin and bringing a cry of happiness from Toshiro for his well struck blow. He was like a child with a new toy, unfortunately it was a human being, but he did not seem to get the connection. Sissy lost track of time as the caning seemed to go on forever, but at last Toshiro pronounced himself satisfied and declared it was time for a rest, not for his victim, but for himself.
Still there was one more task that had to be done before he could relax. He looked around the room and spied what he was seeking. In the far corner of the room sat a small wheeled platform bearing an innocuous looking black box and a collection of tubing and glass fixtures of various sizes. He wheeled it over to where his assistant was still servicing Michiyo, and said something to his sibling in Japanese. She gave him a tight lipped grin and pushed the woman away from her. Sissy watched, somewhat perplexed, as Toshiro fitted open glass cylinders that had rubber rings on each end to Kyoko's nipples and, after a bit of a struggle to locate it in all the folds of swollen flesh, her clitoris.
He hit the switch on the front of the compact machine and it hummed into life. The tubing wiggled like a nest of snakes for a few seconds and then Sissy gasped as she watched Kyoko's nipples expand to fill the glass cyclinders. The rope master smiled and pointed to the woman's clitoris which was now gigantic, pressing against the walls of the tube that contained it. Toshiro pressed a button and soon the lumps of swollen flesh within the glass cylinders began to contract and expand. He hit the button a second time and the rate at which they changed increased tremendously. Now Kyoko began to grunt in rhythm with the changes in her nipples and clit. Michiyo leaned as close as she dared to watch the change that was taking place at a dizzying rate.
Toshiro grunted loudly to get Sissy's attention and then he flipped another switch and all hell broke loose. Kyoko began screaming as if someone had set her afire. Her body thrashed mindlessly against the ropes holding her to the frame. Sissy was hard pressed to discern exactly what had caused this violent reaction. The rope master leaned over to her and began to tell her some of the background about this machine. Like the mechanical womb wrecker that almost did Sissy in, this too was the product of the Hashifumoto Research Division. He casually mentioned that in his opinion, many very sick people were employed in that organization, or why did they come up with such products oriented toward harming and humiliating women?
The original invention was made outside of the corporation, but once the men in the white lab smocks were given the challenge of making it much more powerful and able to do more than just operate using the principle of pressure differential, they got busy and came up with this enhanced version. The marketing people were positive it had a definite niche in the home entertainment market, and so a few copies of the prototype were distributed to trusted employees of the corporation to evaluate. What separated it from the original design was the ability to introduce a cooling gas that narrowed the capillaries creating a ten fold increase in the sensitivity of whatever was being pumped.
Sissy glanced over to the contorted face of Kyoko, who appeared to be suffering the torments of the damned. A bloody froth was pouring from her mouth. Toshiro observed that his assistant was probably chewing on her tongue, a reflex reaction to the overwhelming sexual stimulation she was enduring from the machine. He went on to predict that if the machine continued to operate in this mode for more than another minute or two, Kyoko's heart muscle was likely to burst from the amount of blood it was attempting to pump to stay even with the unending pressure that was being applied to most of her internal organs. Now Sissy was certain that she had come to a place of madness and total evil. In the background the machine continued to whine as it worked at its highest speed, causing Toshiro and Michiyo's eyes to glitter with lust and pleasure as their victim rapidly neared her limit.
( To be continued - lex ludite )
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