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From: jimmy@jimmy-hat.com (Jimmy Hat)
Subject: {ASSM} Exotic Imported Delights (M zoo F toys robots)  
Date: Thu,  1 Mar 2001 01:10:01 -0500
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This work contains graphic depictions of sex acts.
Please do not continue if this makes you uncomfortable,
or violates laws in your part of the world.

This story is Copyright 2001 by Jimmy Hat (jimmy@jimmy-hat.com)
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Exotic Imported Delights 

ONE 

Lying naked and flat on a padded table, Agent Maytag felt
strangely relaxed. He was bound to the table, and facing an
unknown fate at the hands of a demented criminal. Nevertheless,
he felt at ease. Two bare breasted women rubbing you down with
essential oils can have an amazing calming effect on the mind and
body. 

The view was good, too. Maytag was staring straight at the navel
of one of his masseuses. A golden ring pierced the lip of skin
above her belly button, shining brightly against her beige skin.
Dangling from the ring was a small heart shaped charm that swung
back and forth in time with her rubbing. Maytag could lift his
head to watch her small breasts make the same motion, and he
could stretch out his neck to catch a glimpse of the bright red
wrap around skirt she wore. 

However, no amount of contortion would give him sight of his
captor, Dr. Yu. As the woman in front of him rubbed oil into his
arms, shoulders, and back, and the unseen one behind him worked
her hands firmly into his calves and thighs, he was almost
beginning to forget his predicament. 

In response to a clap of someone's hands, they turned him over.
Two guards held his arms while the massage girls untied his arms
and flipped him onto his back. Maytag could make out their faces
now. A pair of young Asians who looked on him with dark eyes and
smiled with thin ribbon lips painted sepia. He also had a clearer
look at the second. She wore a similar short wrap around skirt,
but hers was a red and white floral print. Her breasts were very
small, gentle mounds above her rib cage. Her ears were pierced
but her navel was not. Both wore their dark hair up to keep the
long strands away from their handiwork. 

They began to oil his chest and arms, rubbing and kneading his
flesh. Their hands glided along his body, and moved down to his
legs. They even massaged his feet. 

The girl with the flower print skirt produced a plastic bottle of
lotion, and squeezed some into her left hand. She took his dick
in her hand and began to work the lotion along its length.
Maytag's organ wasn't erect, but it had swelled somewhat in
response to the body rub. Now that the rub was becoming a full
body massage, the prick began to engorge in earnest. Soon, the
massage girl was pumping his hard pole with a greasy fist. 

The girl with the pierced navel took a turn as well, with a fresh
dollop of lotion in her hand. She smiled at Maytag. He smiled
back, and then stared at the hypnotic motion of the heart shaped
charm, swinging in the air slightly away from her smooth, dark
skin. 

They had talent and Maytag thought he would pop soon. Dr. Yu,
aforementioned demented criminal, brought him back to earth. 

"Enough!" Dr. Yu announced. He stood next to the massage table,
and the women took a step back. Not only did they stop stroking
him, but now Maytag could see only Yu: skinny, middle aged, with
silver hair and a thin mustache of the same color. Yu was born in
Hong Kong, but came to the United States in the 1970s. No one was
sure what kind of doctor he was. Maytag thought he might find out
quickly. 

"I'm glad to see you are being treated hospitably, Agent Maytag,
but I don't want your recreation to overwhelm you." 

"Very sensible of you," Maytag answered. He wanted a snappy
comeback, but he was naked, oiled, and bound. Nothing was going
to make him seem very tough at this point. 

"Do you like the Thai massage girls? I arranged them especially
for you." 

"Yes, thank you." Maytag answered. 

"The next element of your visit was not prepared especially for
you, but you will make an excellent test case." 

Maytag wasn't sure he liked the sound of that. 

"Do you see the pool over there? I have an interesting collection
in that pool." 

Maytag definitely did not like the sound of that. 

"Do you know what's in that pond?" Dr. Yu asked. 

That sounded like a rhetorical question, but it certainly
stimulated Maytag's imagination. He thought of alligators,
sharks, piranha. He thought it unlikely that the pond was stocked
with more Thai massage girls, but his brain conjured the image
anyway. Maytag decided to steer the conversation another way. "My
partner will be looking for me. The whole Bureau will be. You
should think twice about this." 

"My dear Agent Maytag," Dr. Yu answered, his English accented by
his Chinese ancestry and British education. "Soon you'll be so
embarrassed you won't want them to find you." Yu snapped his
fingers, and took a step back. The Thai massage girls returned.
The one in the floral print skirt held a blue scarf or something
in her hand. 

They lifted Maytag's legs and slipped the scarf over his ankles.
That scarf was a some sort of under garment, and they pulled it
over his legs and fit it over his slippery cock and balls. They
knuckled the other side up under his ass, and the tight briefs
snapped against his backside when they let go. Maytag looked down
at the tight blue hip hugging trunks. Not exactly his his choice
in fashion, but somehow he knew this was not the worst of his
situation. Then he remembered the pond. "Am I going swimming?" 

"Not quite," answered Dr. Yu. He clapped his hands and shouted
some instructions Maytag could not understand. Two guards took
hold of him. A third ran over and dropped something that rattled
with a metallic clash. The third loosened his bonds, the pair
moved Maytag to what the other fellow had dropped. It looked like
a metal grate with clasps. While they fastened the clasps to
Maytag's ankles, Dr. Yu spoke. 

"That pond, my beautiful indoor pond, is stocked with prize
nishikigoi. Or if you prefer, koi." 

Maytag looked confused. The guards affixed two poles to the
grate, and a third cross bar connecting the two was placed above
Maytag's head. 

"Koi, Agent Maytag. Colored carp. Bred for their vibrant hues and
sold for hundreds or thousands of dollars." 

The guards attached chains to the grate and poles, and the boom
of a crane swung over his head. "So that's it. Our investigation
was wrong. You're not trafficking in Asian women; you're
smuggling fish. And I'm fish food," Maytag said. 

"Almost, Mr. Maytag," Dr. Yu replied with a chuckle as the guards
fastened the ends of the chains to the arm of the crane. "You're
wearing the fish food." 

"What?" 

"The lining of that swim suit is filled with a thick gelatin that
the fish will eat." 

"They'll tear me in half!" 

"Not quite, Mr. Maytag. Koi have no teeth!" Dr. Yu smiled
perversely, and gestured to his left. "Lower him into the tank!" 

The crane lifted the platform, and Maytag with it, into the air.
Maytag took hold of the crossbar over his head to keep his
balance. As the platform swung over the pond, Maytag looked down
and saw bright strips of white, orange, and yellow slipping over
and under one another. The carp moved slowly through the pool.
Maytag watched one that swam close to the surface. Large and
white with an orange stripe down its back, it moved between lily
pads and then disappeared under the bridge. On the bridge stood
the Thai massage girls, leaning on the railing and watching him
being lowered down to the water. Maytag felt another rushing
swirl of embarrassment and arousal: he gripped the bar naked save
the tight briefs while the cinnamon skinned girls wiggled and
blew him kisses. He was watching the one with the navel ring turn
and flash him with a quick lift of her skirt over her ass when
his feet hit the water. 

Wet fingers tickled the soles of his feet, then the fingers
pulled his foot below the surface and wrapped around his ankles.
The fish kept their distance as the gridiron platform sank and
pulled Maytag down into the water by his ankles. Water lapped
against his knees and then his thighs, sending a slight chill
along his back. Still, the carp ignored him or avoided him
altogether. His crotch reached the water and things began to
change. 

It happened quickly. One fish darted forward, followed by two
more. He braced himself, not knowing what to expect. But he felt
something before any of those fish made contact. He felt it from
behind. There were fish pressing against his ass and pushing
their faces against him. Suddenly, the same happened from the
front. Dozens of small round mouths pressing against the tight
bikini bottoms. They sucked at him. It tickled. It went beyond
tickling: a wave down his spine like someone cracking a whip. 

Maytag clutched the bar above his head and bucked his hips, but
to no use. If he shook one or two fish away, there were others to
take their place. His head whirled, taking in the frenzy around
him. Dozens of long colorful carp thronged around him. From close
up, Maytag could make out darker patches of black in addition to
the bright whites, oranges, and rarer yellows. The koi surrounded
him, sometimes leaping over each other, in order to put their
mouth on his suit. Fins lashed at the water and splashed his
chest and face. 

The visual chaos of a teeming mass of color matched the tactile
sensation produced by tens of unseen mouths sucking relentlessly
on his crotch. The small orifices made contact with the strange
material of the briefs and fixed themselves there. The pressure
went straight through the tight cloth, and directly to Maytag's
skin. His greased cock swelled in response to the assault that
ran from the very tip of his dick down to his balls and the crack
of his ass. Simultaneously, fish shimmied between his legs, and
strong kisses met his hip bones where the briefs rose past his
crotch. He was engulfed. 

On and on they sucked, while Maytag strained himself gripping the
cross bar. A rivulet of sweat ran down his side from under one of
his arms. He looked up at the bridge and saw that the two Thai
girls were no longer teasing him. They stood transfixed, watching
him. 

 From their vantage, he was a man tortured, bound to the bar
above his head. His bare arms and chest flexed in a vain attempt
to escape the shimmering skirt of color that surrounded him in
the water. They could not see his buttocks clench, or his thighs
strain, but they could see the pained look on his face. It
approached ecstasy. 

The girl with the pierced navel touched herself. It was not
subtle or hesitant. She didn't run a hand down her side, or
gently squeeze her own nipples. Inspired, her hand thrust inside
her red skirt. Her elbow shot out past her side as she
frantically jilled herself off. 

Maytag's muscles ached, and he gave up any attempt to struggle.
He literally panted, his tongue poking out between his lips
searching for air, for moisture, in acknowledgment of the battle
lost. The fish continued their sucking. His stiff cock twitched
and jumped in response to the onslaught. 

Maytag looked gain at the bridge and saw the girl touching
herself. His mind quivered. There he was, captured, bound,
subjected to perversity. He had succumbed to the physical
struggle, the anxiety of the torture, the embarrassment, the
overwhelming sensation of the suckling frenzy. His body betrayed
him by reacting with arousal. 

Yet here was this other woman who shared that arousal. That one
act of pleasuring herself somehow absolved him of any guilt. She
was turned on. She wanted desperately to come, and that granted
Maytag permission to come as well. 

He erupted. The mouths kept at him as his dick pulsed with the
spasms of ejaculation. His head jerked forward and his abdomen
buckled. Sweaty palms slid along the cross bar. Maytag absolutely
howled. As his convulsions subsided, he was treated to a warm
smile from the girls on the bridge, and clapping hands from
somewhere to his left. 

"Excellent, Mr. Maytag," shouted Dr. Yu. "Excellent!" Dr. Yu made
eye contact with the crane operator. He put his palm out into the
air and made a lifting motion. The crane operator complied with
the unspoken command, and Maytag was released from his torment. 

"I have another matter that requires my attention, Mr. Maytag.
Allow me to thank you for your performance and your assistance.
The ladies will help you get cleaned." Dr. Yu clapped his hands
and the massage girls scurried across the bridge. 

TWO 

"Agent Stanton?" asked Dr. Yu as he entered the area outside his
office. "I'm Dr. Yu." He extended his hand to the blue-eyed
brunette who was already standing when he entered. 

"Dr. Yu, I'm not going to play any cat and mouse games. My
partner is here, and you're going to bring him to me." 

Dr. Yu appraised her, standing in low heeled black leather shoes,
a charcoal pin-striped skirt and suit jacket that fit snugly at
the waist. He wanted to leer but he was trying to decide where
she kept her weapon. He spoke in the same unequivocally civilized
manner that he used to address her partner earlier. "Then I will
not insult your intelligence, Agent Stanton. He is in the
building. But we should have lunch first. Do you like fish?" 

"Screw your fish!" Stanton barked. "Where's my partner?" 

"I assure you he is quite well. I believe you were investigating
my import business, correct? You can be quite certain he is
getting detailed knowledge of my imports. Please, let us enjoy
lunch, and then I will take you to Agent Maytag." 

"You have half an hour," Stanton said. 

"Must Americans always rush through their gastronomic
activities?" 

"Just be glad we're not getting it to go," Stanton replied. "Lead
the way, Dr. Yu." 

The way led through a small, bare hallway, down a flight of
steps, and into a cherrywood paneled dining room attended by a
servant. Yu walked to one end of the long table, while the
servant held out the chair for Stanton opposite him. Yu took his
seat after Stanton had arranged herself. 

"Do you eat sushi, Agent Stanton?" 

"Yeah, actually. I like it quite a bit." 

"Well, you are in for a treat, then. Hikaru Sura agreed to
prepare lunch for me today, and he is quite a master at his art
form." 

Stanton smiled politely. 

"We will start with a test of the chef's skill: wholly
unnecessary for Master Sura, but I'm afraid he insists. Tamago.
Do you know it?" 

"Tamago is egg, right?" 

"That is correct," Dr. Yu said., dipping his head in appreciation
of her knowledge. 

"I remember because it's the biggest one and a little tricky to
fit in your mouth all at once." 

Dr. Yu cleared his throat. "Ahem, Yes, quite right. Also
difficult to prepare. French cuisine is transformation. Start
with an egg and make custard or creme anglaise without curdling
it. Japanese cuisine is presentation: start with an egg and fold
it as you cook it to make many indistinguishable thin layers. If
Master Sura can do this, he is fit to prepare the rest of our
meal." 

The tamago arrived, a slab of cooked egg on rice. The egg was a
dull yellow color, tinted grey from the presence of soy sauce.
Stanton copied Yu's examination of the cross section, and noted
that it looked perfectly layered, as if it were alternating
stacked strips of paper. Dr. Yu opened wide and bent the egg
sideways to fit the piece whole into his mouth. Stanton simply
took the piece lengthwise. Yu almost choked. 

After the finished chewing, Dr. Yu asked her, "So. Do you
approve?" 

"Delicious," Stanton said. 

"That was nothing compared to what awaits." 

Yu did not exaggerate. They started with sashimi, strips of the
raw fish elaborately arranged in complex geometric patterns. Bits
of seaweed, or cod roe, or lemon peel, added to the arrangements.
Pieces of nigiri sushi followed, delicate strips of raw fish
resting on identical beds of rice formed by skilled hands. Each
piece seemed creamier than the one before. Stanton found the food
delightful, and may have even used the word orgasmic in different
circumstances. The only words that interrupted the midday feast
were announcements of what fish was being offered next, and
praise for the food. At last a lull arrived in the eating. 

"Do you need more wasabi, Agent Stanton?" Dr. Yu asked. 

"No, thank you, I've had enough." 

"Are you sure? I believe Master Sura has one more variety for us
to sample." 

Stanton took a sip of water. "I imagine I could do one more." 

"Excellent!" Dr. Yu replied. He gestured to his servant, who
returned with a single black rectangular tray holding two pieces
of sushi. He served one to Yu and took the remaining piece to the
end of the table. 

The piece was served gunkan, or boat, style. A strip of seaweed
wrapped around the outside rice formed a cylinder to keep the
contents from spilling out. Inside the boat was a pinkish lump of
flesh. 

"Uni," Dr. Yu announced. "Sea urchin. Believed by some to be an
aphrodisiac." 

"I see," Stanton said. "Believed by you?" 

Dr. Yu grinned. "I believe it's good food." He picked up his
piece and swallowed it. Stanton did the same. It was creamy, very
fluid, and had a strong but not unpleasant taste. As for the
aphrodisiacal properties, she couldn't say. Yu did not give her
the time. The man servant handed him a small wooden case. After
opening it, Yu withdrew two balls and placed them on the table.
With a flick of his wrist they began to roll slowly. Dr. Yu stood
and walked along with them as they rolled to Stanton's end of the
table. He stopped them there, and gestured to them with a
flourish. 

"Ben-wa balls?" Stanton asked mockingly. "Okay, Dr. Yu, that's
enough. Lunch was delicious, but I played along with your games
enough. I want to find my partner, not some gimmick sex toy like
Ben Wa balls." 

"They're motorized," Yu said. 

"I beg you pardon," Stanton said. 

"They're motorized. Microelectronic controls and miniature
mechanics, Agent Stanton. Old China meets new Taiwan." 

"I don't believe you," Stanton said. 

"Then find out for yourself," Dr. Yu said. "Or tuck them under
the dress and let them find you." 

Stanton thought about her situation. She knew Maytag was
somewhere in the complex. She needed Yu to find him. Hell, she
had to arrest Yu. But the sinister Doctor had already held one
agent captive, it was reasonable to guess that he would do it
again. Best to play along, keep him in sight, then make her move
when she had a chance. 

"Give me the balls," Stanton said. 

A smile split Dr. Yu's face, and his thin black mustache seemed
to twitch with delight. He put the balls in Stanton's hand and
his bony fingers lingered in her palm and along her wrist. 

Stanton pushed away from the table and parted her legs slightly.
Her skirt rose slightly above her knee. Black hose stretched thin
over her knees, reflecting more light than the portion that
covered her calves. Stanton moved her hand over to her leg, and
let the shiny balls brush against her leg. Dr. Yu guzzled in the
sight with greedy eyes. 

"Just put them down and they'll find me?" Stanton asked, looking
at Dr. Yu with head lowered and blue eyes rolled up. She even
batted her eyelashes a bit. 

"Yes, yes," Dr. Yu replied. "Let them move to you!" 

Stanton spread her legs further apart. The space gave the balls a
clear path to her crotch, but did not afford a clear view to the
spot. She dropped the balls inside her dress, and they spun in
place. When the balls took hold against the material of the
dress, they moved away from the light. The pair bounced against
her thigh. The balls rolled partially against her leg. They were
heavy, and cool, even through the hose. As the balls breached the
tops of her stockings, their touch sent a ripple of steely chill
over Stanton's skin. 

After reaching her crotch, the balls tucked themselves between
her cotton-covered bottom and the chair. One nestled up against
her clitoral hood, and the other found a spot just along her
crease. They began to spin in opposite directions against her
underwear, rubbing against her without rolling away. 

"Oh," Stanton said. She would have faked it to keep Yu's
attention, but she didn't have to. The balls spun hard and heavy
against her pussy. They grew warmer. Stanton gave another little
moan. 

"Oh, shit," Stanton said. The metal orbs had slowed their
spinning but added a new motion. The balls began to vibrate. They
gave off a metal chattering sound that made a white noise
backdrop for Stanton's ever more pronounced exclamations. She
held onto the chair and shifted her hips slightly. 

"Would you be more comfortable with less clothing in the way?" Yu
asked. 

Stanton saw that as her chance. Bad timing, really, but maybe she
could get her hands on the magic balls again later. "Sure. Help
me out," she said breathlessly. Speaking was tougher than she
might have thought. 

Rolling her shoulders, Stanton readied herself for Yu's approach.
He made no move toward her, however. Instead he drew a small
metal tube from his pocket and blew into it, with no resulting
sound. 

"A dog whistle?" Stanton asked aloud. 

"Only an artifice," Dr. Yu responded. "It is silent to dogs as
well. It is a radio frequency device for my latest Japanese toy,
Bo-Bo." 

On cue, through the same door trays of food had arrived, a
four-legged, silver bodied thing entered the room. It moved to Yu
with short, springy motions. "It cost me a fair amount to
liberate Bo-Bo and others of his 'litter' and bring them to these
shores." Bo-Bo stopped when it reached Yu's side. Dr. Yu bent
slightly to pat its head, which came to a point just above Dr.
Yu's knees. "Luckily there are like-minded robot enthusiasts here
in the US and I was able to recoup my costs. Compared to other
robot dogs you may have seen, he is not so crude, yes?" 

Stanton shot back, "You're the crude one if you
expeh-expeh-ooohhh." Just then the balls began to loop around one
another as they vibrated, rubbing her pussy with a circular
motion. The engineers of the improved Ben Wa balls had done
interesting things with magnetics. 

"I don't expect anything, Agent Stanton. I only know Bo-Bo has
been trained to fetch shiny balls." Dr. Yu barked a command and
clapped his hands, and off Bo-Bo bounced toward Stanton. 

Distracted by the balls, Stanton did not notice Bo-Bo's approach
until it shoulders were between her knees. Its sleek head was
bare of ears, but had matte black "eyes" under an extended brow.
It was cute. And then the head disappeared under her skirt.
Stanton rushed to brush it away, but she was just as preoccupied
with those silver balls as the electric pooch was. When she got
her hands on the dog's unseen head, it was already buried in her
crotch. 

Bo-Bo may have been trained or programmed or whatever to fetch
shiny balls, but right then he seemed a lot more interested in
hounding the kitty. Stanton could no longer feel the heavy
spinning spheres, but she now felt the steady buzz of a happy
little robot dog nose. It felt wet, too, but that could easily
have been because her juices had dampened her cotton panties. 

That nose kept on buzzing, right up against her twat. Her hand
was on Bo-Bo's head at that point, but Stanton was no longer
trying to push it away. She was holding it in place. It felt
exactly like a vibrator, except when she looked down she saw the
robot shifting weight back and forth on hind legs. A piece of
metal stood straight out from its back side, waving back and
forth in the air like a metronome. 

"Look at Bo-Bo wag his tail," laughed Dr. Yu. "I think he likes
you!" 

Stanton only hoped he wouldn't start humping her leg. She was so
close to orgasm. All that spinning and heat and rubbing and
buzzing had practically turned her thighs to taffy. She felt her
nipples trying to bust through the cups of her bra. Just a little
more was all she needed. Stanton patted Bo-Bo on the back of the
head and the vibration increased. 

"Oh, good boy," she said. Her comment was met by laughter from
Dr. Yu and even faster buzzing from Bo-Bo. That was enough.
Stanton's legs wrapped tightly around the dog's neck. One hand
gripped the chair, and the other clenched Bo-Bo's head. Her legs
went numb and her mouth hung open in search of air. She came with
a fury, and Bo-Bo buzzed away through the whole body-wracking
experience. 

"Oh my," Dr. Yu said. He clapped his hands. "Here, Bo-Bo. We must
let her rest a moment." 

Stanton took hold of her water glass from the table. She drank
deeply and exhaled loudly when she was done. "Rest?" she asked.
"Don't you want to see what all the fuss was about?" 

"Agent Stanton, you are a wicked temptress." Dr. Yu patted Bo-Bo
on the head. "But if you insist..." Yu stood straight and then
walked toward Stanton. His eyes fixed on her blue eyes. She bit
her lip and began to hitch up her pin-striped skirt, exposing
more of her dark hose. He stopped before the chair and watched
eagerly. 

Up went the skirt. He gasped as Stanton exposed the tops of her
stockings and he could see the creamy skin of her thighs. He
gasped again when he saw the holster strapped to her thigh.
Stanton drew the weapon in a flash. She took it in both hands and
fixed the semi-automatic on Yu's chest. 

"I wondered where you were keeping that," Yu said. 

Stanton winked. Then she kicked out her right leg and planted her
shin squarely in Yu's groin. "No wondering where you keep that,"
she said. 

THREE 

Stanton saw the pool first, with its bridge, floating lily pads,
and swimming fish. Beyond that was the hot tub, and a giggling
trio. Dragging Yu behind her, she made her way to the hot tub.
That was when the guards saw her. 

"Don't!" she yelled at them, brandishing her weapon. "Don't or
you-know-Yu gets it!" Then she laughed and turned to the
handcuffed Doctor. "Get it? Yu know Yu?" He smiled weakly. 

"Stanton!" called a voice from the hot tub. 

"Maytag, what are you -- no, don't! I don't want to know. Let's
get out of here." 

"Oh," he said, looking at the Thai massage girls floating on
either side of him. Escape wasn't quite what it used to be. 

"C'mon Maytag, you have no idea what I've been through today. And
that was before the good Doctor here led me through his private
stash of smuggled durian fruits to try to escape. Do you have any
idea how bad that stuff stinks?" 

Maytag was getting out of the water and putting a towel.
"Actually, yes. The ladies here brought me a durian shake. It's
sweet, really. You just have to hold your nose." He found his
clothes and scrambled into them. 

Stanton shook her head. "Just what were you doing here anyway?" 

"Umm," Maytag stammered. "Dr. Yu introduced me to his pet
collection. How about you?" 

"I sampled his fish," Stanton said. 

They looked at each other for a moment, puzzling over the words.
Almost at the same time, they broke the silence: "Let's get out
of here." 

END

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