Message-ID: <29163asstr$983427001@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <200103010446.f214ko713429@fozzie.webservepro.com> From: jimmy@jimmy-hat.com (Jimmy Hat) X-No-Productlinks: Yes Subject: {ASSM} Exotic Imported Delights (M zoo F toys robots) Date: Thu, 1 Mar 2001 01:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw 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) ---------------------------------------------------------------------- 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 ---------------------------------------------------------------------- I hope you enjoyed that, and I'd love to hear your comments. 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