WORK IN PROGRESS 09

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

VOLUME 05: WORK IN PROGRESS
BY BOB WILLIAMS
ASSISTED BY MEGUMI, NORIKO, FUJIKO, AYUMI, SAEKO, 
MARIKO, TAMA, MAIKO, SHIZUE, MIE, AYAKO, TOMO, YUU 
AND RUMI 

PART 09

CHAPTER IX 

The Joy Machine

     This piece was written for a magazine meant for 
     the sort of men whose real love is gadgets. I 
     expect you remember Shizue, the sophisticated 
     masochist who first appeared as a candidate 
     member of the Paradise Club in _All I Ever 
     Wanted_, and then as one of Kimiko Kobayashi's OL 
     colleagues in _I Am Not Ashamed_. We wrote this 
     piece together, I having fun thinking of all the 
     things I'd really like to do to her, and she 
     explaining clearly what an ideal joy machine 
     would do to the girl locked into it. We hoped one 
     of the mechanical geniuses who read the magazine 
     would construct it to our specifications. We are 
     still waiting ... 

Whenever I visit my friend Bob Williams I always ask 
him to let me spend some time in his torture-chamber. 
It is beautifully equipped and I have had some of my 
most satisfying experiences there. But recently he has 
refused to let me see it, telling me he was having 
some important alterations made. Of course he promised 
to let me enjoy the new equipment as soon as it was 
installed - but I'm sure he says that to all his 
girls. 

Then at last he told me the chamber was ready for me 
to enjoy - and urged me to set aside plenty of time. 
"Once you're in there you won't want to leave," he 
said. "And won't be able to either," he added in a low 
voice. So as you can imagine I was very aroused and 
ready for anything when I arrived at his apartment. 

I was soon out of my dress and in his arms telling him 
how much I was looking forward to whatever it was he 
had prepared for me. 

"I think you'll enjoy the new equipment," he said. "I 
certainly will, watching you in it." 

I stood on tiptoe and kissed him. 

"No escape?" I asked teasingly. 

"No. Once the machine has you it will never stop and 
never let you go." 

"Oh, how lovely! Make me your helpless prisoner, and 
do everything you want to me. Torture me, make me 
scream, make me come. Make me faint with joy. You know 
what I like best." 

"I do. I built this machine specially for you." 

Bob and I understand each other so well. He likes to 
hear me beg him to torture me as cruelly as he can. In 
fact he is a gentle and kind man, and knows exactly 
what I love best and how to bring me to the most 
wonderful orgasm. And I reward him by screaming and 
begging for mercy once the torture has begun. Of 
course he knows better than to stop when I implore him 
to! 

I kissed him again, then wriggled round in his arms so 
that he could tenderly stroke my breasts and pinch my 
nipples. The teasing combination of pleasure and pain 
was a delightful taste of what I hoped - no, _knew_ - 
was in store for me. 

"Do you want me to wear anything?" 

"Yes. Come into the bedroom and let me prepare you." 

As I stood in front of the big mirror, Bob fitted me 
with wrist- and ankle-cuffs, in shiny metal lined with 
soft leather. Then he locked a matching silver collar 
round my neck. It felt wonderfully constricting and 
made me hold my head up high. 

"Will I need special shoes?" I asked. "You know, 
fetish boots or anything?" 

"No, just the usual silver high-heels." 

Bob always found it stimulating when I wore very high 
silver stilettos for a sex and bondage session, and I 
kept a pair at his apartment specially for him to 
enjoy. 

"And one other thing." 

From one of the drawers he fetched a little corset in 
strong silver cloth, placed it gently round me and 
tied the laces tightly down my back. Bob knows how to 
tie a girl properly into a corset: I never have to ask 
him to make it even tighter for me! I looked at myself 
in the mirror. I always like the effect of a corset, 
if it is tight enough: it makes my waist so small, and 
somehow my breasts and bottom seem to swell in 
compensation. I drew a deep breath. My heart was 
pounding. 

"Well," I said, "I'm ready." 

"So am I, darling. And so is HE." 

I walked carefully down the corridor to the locked 
door, and Bob punched the code into the pad. The door 
swung open and he turned on the lights. I looked 
around in surprise. What had happened to the whipping 
frame in which I had spent so many ecstatic hours, 
helplessly bound while he tortured me with his 
wonderful collection of whips? The room looked very 
bare. 

"Stand just here," said Bob. 

The carpet was new and unmarked. Perhaps I really was 
the first girl to receive the cruel attentions of this 
mysterious new equipment. What would it be like? Bob 
wheeled up mirrors and placed them in front of me and 
to each side, so that I could see what was being done 
to me. Then he picked up a sort of remote control with 
many buttons. 

"First, your hands," he said. 

There was a humming noise and I was suddenly aware of 
two slim metal bars growing out of the wall behind me 
at shoulder height. They each had some kind of fixing 
device at the tip, and Bob raised my hands and locked 
the bars to sockets in my metal wrist-cuffs. Then it 
was the turn of my feet: again two bars projected from 
the wall, lower down this time of course, and my 
ankle-cuffs were attached to them. I was now 
helplessly displayed in a star shape. 

"Just two more fixing bars," said Bob. 

I could not see in the mirror, but from exactly behind 
me two more metal arms emerged, and were firmly locked 
to fixing-points in the back of my collar and corset. 
The arm for my corset was divided at the end as if it 
had two fingers, designed to match two sockets at my 
back. I was now completely immobile. Whatever it was 
Bob had in mind for me, I could not possibly resist. 
Not that I would want to, of course: Bob is the 
kindest sadist I know, always thinking of new ways to 
please a girl. But part of the pleasure of being bound 
is pretending to yourself that you want to escape when 
you know you can't. 

"Now we can start," said Bob. "I'm going to begin by 
whipping you, but that's just to get you in the right 
mood. About half-an-hour should be enough." 

He moved the big mirrors out of the way, then went 
over to the table against the side-wall and carefully 
selected an instrument. He showed it to me: a cat with 
elegantly long, slim lashes. 

"May I start?" he asked politely. 

"Oh _yes_, Master!" I said. "I'm longing for it! 
Please whip me _beautifully_." 

He approached the wonderful instrument of pleasure to 
my lips and instructed me to kiss it. I kissed each 
lash, longing to feel them caress me in return. Then 
he began. 

Bob concentrated on whipping my front, the beautiful 
lashes pleasuring my breasts, my stomach, my thighs, 
my hips - but they were long enough to slide teasingly 
round me and delight my bottom and back as well. Of 
course the first few minutes were exquisitely painful 
as they always are, but soon my screams of agony gave 
way to helpless pleas for more, _more_, harder, 
_harder_ whipping as Bob and his wonderful cat took me 
to the gates of my private heaven. 

Alas, it lasted all too short a time. 

"Oh, Master, _please_ don't stop!" I begged him, my 
eyes dimmed with tears. "Whip me more!" 

"No, I only want to tease you a little. Leave you 
frustrated and ready for the real pleasure which will 
now begin." 

Bob knows how to manipulate a girl's sensuality. After 
the half-an-hour of exquisite whipping, I was panting 
with lust, my body tingling and shivering, desperately 
craving whatever refined tortures the new machinery 
could inflict on it. 

"Master," I said, when I could trust myself to speak, 
"whatever your new equipment does ... I want it all, 
at the highest intensity ..." 

"I do love you Shizue," said Bob, with a kind smile, 
"you so enjoy being tortured, don't you? That's why I 
wanted you to be the first victim. But I warn you: you 
will experience more than you've ever felt before. And 
once it has started, it won't stop. Are you ready?" 

"Oh, _yes_!" I said. "Yes, please!" 

Two more arms emerged from the wall behind me, curving 
round me at chest height. They were fitted with 
flexible joints, and Bob adjusted them till the tips 
lightly brushed my breasts. My metal collar made it 
difficult for me to look down, so Bob moved one of the 
arms up towards my face so that I could see it 
properly. It had two metal fingers each with a 
semi-circular aperture: when the fingers closed they 
formed a little circular hole lined with deeply 
serrated edges. This is getting interesting, I 
thought. Bob returned the arm with the pincers to the 
level of my breasts. Next I heard a humming noise from 
the floor below me, and after Bob had made some 
adjustments I felt cool metal probing at the entrances 
to my cunt and arse. I wanted to move down onto them, 
to encourage them more deeply into me, but I was held 
too firmly. 

Bob stood up again, and at last closed the little 
pincers so that they grasped my breasts. A warm glow 
spread from my constricted nipples through my whole 
body, so sensitive and stimulated by his expert 
whipping. Then I felt the two metal rods slowly 
penetrating me, rising up into my arse and cunt. They 
seemed to go on for ever, but at last stopped. It was 
as if they too were holding me firmly in position, so 
that I could not move but could only receive what they 
were about to give me. The thicker rod entered my 
juicy cunt smoothly and easily. I was expecting a 
little difficulty as the narrower rod started to 
penetrate my arsehole, but I think Bob had applied a 
little lubricating jelly. He is always so thoughtful 
and cares so much about his girls' comfort when they 
are being tortured! 

"Now," said Bob, "I expect you've guessed that the 
dildos in your love-holes will provide you with 
electric stimulation as well as moving and vibrating 
agreeably. Of course I can set them to deliver a 
constant charge from which you cannot escape ..." 

He pressed buttons and for a short while electricity 
surged through me from my cunt, then from my arse, 
then from both. I wanted desperately to get away from 
the pain, but of course I couldn't; at the same time I 
desperately wanted it to continue. Then suddenly it 
stopped. 

"... but I think it is more fun," Bob was saying, "to 
set the devices to give you random charges. Random in 
time, random in intensity: you will never know what to 
expect when. But what I will do, since you asked for 
it, is ensure that they occasionally give you the 
maximum stimulation of which they are capable. You 
will see." 

"Thank you, Master," I said submissively. 

"The clamps grasping your nipples will also provide 
random electrical stimulation, so your breasts won't 
feel neglected. They also have a unique special 
feature." 

He pressed another button, and I felt the clamps grip 
tighter, tighter, the serrated edges of the little 
metal holes biting deeply and adding to the torment - 
so much that I screamed; then the cruel pincers 
relaxed a little. 

"You know the trouble with conventional nipple-clamps? 
They feel wonderful when they are first applied, but 
then you begin to lose sensation." 

"That's right!" I said, surprised that he should 
understand so well. "You have to keep releasing them, 
letting the feeling flow back to the nipple, and then 
tightening them again. And of course you can't do that 
if your lover has tied you up." 

"So you won't need to worry about it. The clamps will 
tighten and relax, again on a completely random 
pattern. I'm sure you'll enjoy that." 

"I'm sure I will!" I said. "Oh, please don't make me 
wait any longer!" 

"There are just a couple more little features," said 
Bob. 

Another arm curved out of the wall, approached my 
mouth and stopped just short of my lips. It was tipped 
with a magnificent artificial cock, splendidly erect 
and beautifully modelled. 

"It's so nice to have all three holes filled, don't 
you think?" asked Bob. "And so nice to watch, too. 
This will enter your mouth from time to time. Of 
course you will receive it - you won't be able to 
refuse! Suck it well, just as you would a real cock. 
It is programmed to respond to good sucking by 
squirting a sort of nectar into your mouth, and to 
reward you by adjusting the rest of the equipment to 
give you even more intense levels of stimulation." 

"Fantastic!" I said. "Does the, er, nectar taste like 
cum?" 

"A bit. But its main purpose is to ease your throat if 
you are dry, and feed you stamina-inducing drugs. But 
you have to work hard to get it." 

"I'll do my best." 

"I'm sure you will. Now, another little speciality 
which you will enjoy." 

More arms emerged from somewhere: they were very light 
and flexible, and embraced me, touched me, everywhere 
... they too gave me lovely random tingles of 
electricity. They withdrew; they returned and embraced 
me again. 

"Do they remind you of something?" Bob asked. 

"I'm not sure ..." 

"When you were young, and just beginning to enjoy your 
sexuality, didn't you fantasise about being kidnapped 
and raped by monsters from outer space? With hundreds 
of tentacles stroking and penetrating you 
everywhere?" 

"Of course! All girls dream about that. The _manga_ 
cartoon magazines are full of it! So these are the 
monster's tentacles - my dream come true?" 

"That was the idea. Did I tell you about the 
corset-tightening device? Just occasionally the two 
fingers on the bar attached to your corset will move 
the two fixing-points closer together, so that it 
becomes even more exquisitely tight. Don't you think 
you'll enjoy that?" 

"Oh, _yes_! How _beautiful_!" 

"Right. Now, you will be video'd of course, and I'll 
be watching you on the monitor. You can scream as much 
as you like - I'll enjoy that, and no one outside the 
apartment will hear. I think you'll find the torture 
is greater than anything you've ever experienced 
before. And of course the machine never gets tired. 
Have fun." 

"How long will it go on?" I asked anxiously, 
remembering that he had told me to set aside plenty of 
time for this experience. 

"Oh, that's for me to say. I think it's more enjoyable 
for you not to know. But of course the machine can go 
on torturing you indefinitely. I do so want you to 
enjoy yourself! You are going to be here for a _very_ 
long time." 

He stepped forward, stroked my cheek and kissed me. 

"You look really lovely. I think we can make a 
stimulating video out of your experience to put up on 
the internet. On a site which specialises in clips of 
beautiful Japanese girls being tortured. You don't 
really want it to end quickly, do you?" 

"Of course not! You are _so_ good to me, planning all 
this just for me. I wish I could stay here for ever." 

"Well, why not? I can arrange for the cock in your 
mouth to feed you. If you work hard for it." 

He pressed a button and it began. The clamps gripped 
my breasts with their fiery pincers and the dildos 
vibrated and pushed ceaselessly in and out of the 
holes which they fitted so perfectly. Bolts of random 
electric stimulation surged through me. I screamed, 
foolishly begging the machine to stop, then begging 
that this wonderful torture should go on for ever ... 
Soon the arm with the erection presented itself to my 
lips. I accepted it gratefully and could scream no 
longer. Gentle arms embraced me and tickled me 
delicately. 

I never heard the door close, as Bob left me to be 
taken up into my own private heaven. 


[Next in Part 10: Mie and Megumi: The First Date Cafe] 

For complete series so far see 
http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Bob_Williams

