This is part 10... you probably want to start with part 1.
Thanks to DWS1973 for the editing!
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Mei was happier than she had ever been before in her life, and it was all thanks to her blackmailer, Philip. The transformation from Jenny to Mei Chun wasn't complete by any measure but at least she was now persistently nice. It still took effort, especially first thing in the morning, but she was definitely getting the hang of it. She began to look outside herself, seeing those around her as real people and asked nearly everyone she spoke to their names which made it easier to recognize their value. When she wavered she would picture their parents holding them as babies, whispering their names to them; it seemed to help.
She now noticed kids not as annoyances to avoid but as little people, dear and cute, or tired and hungry when they weren't well behaved.
She started dressing with an eye to the photo she planned to send Markéta everyday. Today it was a pair of pants that were tight around her firm bottom and hung loose to the cuffs, they were super comfortable and cost three hundred dollars. She paired it with silk blouse with paisley patterned embroidery. The pearls adorned her neck, of course.
Even though they had only met once for a few hours she felt a profound connection with the older woman. There was an echo of her relationship with Philip too. She knew she was Karla's superior and Philip's outright possession. However, Markéta, perhaps because of her age, but more likely her manner, was the leader in their particular relationship, which was fine with her. Nothing would make her happier than to submit to her in bed as she had in all things sartorial.
She traded a few texts with her lovers and worked on her letter to Philip during lunch taken quietly in Dr. K's office.
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Sandy, the girl who was to help put Mei's gift through a trial run, showed up at noon. She was with an ugly, squat, sinister looking, thug type standing a half step behind her at the street level door. The contrast between them could not have been greater. She was of Vietnamese heritage and good-looking, youthful, vivacious. She was waifish but still looked healthy in the way Asian girls could somehow get away with. She had something of the bewitching, winsome beauty that could make a woman dangerous. He, on the other hand, was a dirty looking Hispanic with gang tattoos and a Yankees cap and carried himself with false confidence and fabricated hostility.
"Hi. Welcome. Come in," he greeted them both politely. "Thanks for coming. I know it's kind of a different assignment than you're used to but it'll be a great help."
"Sure. Glad to help," she said with a high and bright voice in an attitude of helpful enthusiasm. She didn't quite bound up the stairs but she wasn't shy.
Philip stepped around her at the top of the stairs and inquired about something to drink as he walked to the kitchen. When he didn't hear a reply he turned around and saw her studying her surroundings. The guy, who smelled of an aggressive stupidity, surveyed his place, no doubt thinking how he could break in.
"Iced tea? A soda? Coffee?"
"I love the place," she said, then, "Oh, nothing for me, thanks."
The kid in his twenties wanted a beer, probably because that was what he thought he should have rather than what he preferred. Ignoring him, Philip set a coke and a water on the kitchen counter as they took stools. Between the two bottles he placed a plain white, business sized, envelope containing $400. Adjusting his cap, the thug took it, turned around and leafed through the bills.
"So this is what I need," Philip began, speaking to Sandy, "I've built this toy for my girlfriend and I need someone to get on and let me adjust it so I know it works well."
"What kind of toy?" the guy asked.
"It's a fuck machine but with some interesting features."
The thug looked as stupid as he was. Sandy just said, "Wow."
"I'd like you to get on and I'll move the mechanism slowly through the full range and then get your feedback. If it's all good we'll fire it up and give you a ride, ok?"
"Sure," she said, "I'm game. Where is it?"
"Over there," he said, pointing toward his workstation. Both of his visitors turned their heads to look. He saw her in profile for the first time and was reminded of the graceful and trim figure of a two-year-old quarter horse, then tough guy's phone rang and he answered in Spanish.
"Let me show you," Philip said as he led her over to the machine which looked part bench press and part machine tool.
"Wow," she said, "how does it work?"
He described its general function. "You see, these two down here do the heavy lifting and the straps there keep her thighs pressed down and those bind her ankles. Also the board at the back can be a back rest or put in these holes here to hold her forward and expose her back. It has straps too; they're not attached at the moment. Ever use a fuck machine?" he asked.
"Well, no, not exactly," she said with a giggle.
Philip looked at the walking tattoo display that was ambling over toward them, still on the phone, and then back to Sandy. He couldn't believe such a fine young woman would consider this thug worth dating.
"Oh, he's not my boyfriend," she said, seeing his look of politely disguised disgust.
"Anyway," he continued, "the mechanism here is what does the work. It's a half horsepower, two phase induction motor, to keep it quiet, of course. This eccentric wheel is kind of a cam, or flywheel, that pushes this drive shaft which is connected by this ball linkage to the main thrust rod attached through these two pillow block bearings, for stability and to reduce vibration. That's what drives the dildo and," he bent down and removed the phallus, "Inside I've designed this thrust collar and these spreading veins that open in the center a few centimeters to increase its girth. I considered an air bladder but went with this instead. This other, smaller motor works the anal dildo."
"Oh my god," she said looking intently at the workings under the bench. "So... she's strapped in here and gets fucked by both dildos at the same time?"
"Yes. Each are independent. And I've got an onboard controller that I can load pre-programmed patterns for everything. I'm thinking of syncing the speed control to Ravel's Boléro, which should be an interesting fifteen minutes."
"And what's this for?" She pointed to a box closer to the front with tubes running out forward.
"That's for the suction." She looked inquisitive and he said, "For the nipple suckers."
"Oh... I see."
The punk got off his phone, shaking his head and said, "I got to go. You ok here?" he asked her, clearly disappointed that he would miss the show. She nodded, "I'm fine."
"Mister," he said, "you've got one twisted mind. I like it. You make one of these for me?"
"Afraid not, this is a one-of-a-kind."
With a shrug and a smile, the 'escort's escort' left down the stairs with the envelope in his back pocket.
"Good," she said a few seconds after hearing the downstairs door close, "he's such a creep."
"You need him for protection?"
"Yeah, he's kind of my manager, does some screening and he's never far away. I just wish he wasn't such a prick."
"Freebies? Aren't there other options?"
She shrugged, "Yeah, I could get with an agency I guess, but I don't think he'd like it. He's threatened to beat me up before."
He didn't continue with this line of conversation, just patted the seat and said, "Let's get started."
Sandy peeled off and wiggled out of her tight jeans then laid them over the back of his work chair. Philip had admired their ability to hug her compact and toned ass. She removed her black g-string without ceremony, but gave him a look through the curtain of fine black hair as she did so. She sat on the machine's bench seat behind the hole through which the dildo would thrust.
"Got some lube?" she asked and reached through the hole to grip the rubber cock. "This is clean right?"
"Um... here hop back off and go wash 'em off in the sink, I'll get some lube."
They met back at the machine a few moments later. He replaced the thick dildo over the mechanical innards by turning it inside out and rolling it down over the intricate mechanical cock. He'd made it himself through a mold of his own cock, but twenty percent wider and longer. It had two soft nylon mesh reinforcements between three layers of different density latex. He was concerned about it slipping off but that's what tests were for. If it became a problem he'd simply screw clamp it down.
