Lisa took a long sip on her wine , placed the glass on the side of the oversize tub and slid back under the hot bubble filled water. When she surfaced again she slicked back her auburn hair and sighed. It had been a really good weekend. No show, so she had spent the weekend in a suite at a wonderful boutique hotel, a night out with her girlfriends in a bar lively enough for her to able to avoid too many questions about her new lifestyle, a massage and some shopping. And she was still way better off this month than if she had been making rent on her pokey old apartment.
Ofcourse the reason the economics worked so well were these were actually the only 3 days she had to herself this month. She and Matt had done 6 stage shows, a couple of tricks at a product launch and a bunch of rehearsals on new tricks. Most of the rest of the time she had spent in pieces on the shelves in the company warehouse. Not a phrase she ever thought she would use! However bookings were picking up and she had been glad of a bit of time to herself. Or indeed as herself.
All too soon a knock on the door signaled it was the end of her break and time to get back to work. She pulled a fluffy robe around herself and let Matt in. He entered pushing a large trolley with a cardboard carton about 3ft across each way.Lisa thought about asking the obvious question then carried on drying her hair while he packed the clothes and bathroom stuff she had brought with her in a small holdall.
"Guess we aren't going home then?"
Matt raised an eyebrow at the use of the word home ."No. Straight to work. You are going to be the star attraction in a demonstration of an engineering company's new product"
"Sounds thrilling. Why do they need us for some gizmo".
"I just take the money. Something about precison control , I wasn't listening . The CEO is a fan of your work and wanted to find a way to incorporate you."
"And you aren't in any way gonna tell me what that way is are you ? " Lisa smiled.
"No"
"Ok I should know better than to even bother. Do I need an outfit? "
Matt chuckled kindly. "Just this" He lifted the cardboard carton which turned out to be concealing a small metal cage.
"Nice but I am not sure it's my colour."
Matt's only reply was to open the front of the cage. Lisa slid out of the robe and bent down examining how best to attempt to enter the tiny space
"Hands and knees then back in I think" Matt answered her unspoken query. Lisa complied without further comment, carefully reversing into the confines of the cold metal bars.
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The journey to wherever they were now had been less than comfortable for Lisa , locked in the cramped cage covered in the cardboard and bounced about presumably in the back of the VSE truck. The cage was cramped and the bars hard and cold. She could wriggle about a bit to shift position and at least the base was solid and padded. That made the waiting a little less interminable.The trouble was that despite the discomfort Lisa had had to admit she was excited. Finally some more wheeling and jostling and Lisa was where she found herself now. Which was in a very smart looking corporate reception area. At one end a couple of tall slender girls dressed for all the world like air hostesses were handing out id badges to a small queue of besuited exec looking types. At the other was a small bar where the early arrivers were already taking a glass of champagne. And somewhere in the middle, Lisa, stark naked, hunched into a small cage with a glass top added on which visitors could help themselves to some folders the contents of which Lisa couldn't not see.
She shivered a little. Which was odd as the room was warm and she was also flushed. It was so odd to be left under the table, restrained by the cage but otherwise unfettered. And yet no one spoke to her. By the same token no one felt the need to feel embarassed about looking at her , staring even. She had to confess it was a bit of a thrill to be objectified . Although admitting that to herself was a bit annoying too. She wriggled and squirmed, only adding to the show.
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Ladies and Gentlemen I hope you enjoyed your day here here at X Tech and indeed your dinner. And that you have all been impressed by the power and the precision of X Tech's new automoton, the XXX 69. To round off your visit the guys have asked me to come up with a little after dinner entertainment which showcases this fabulous new products very special blend of abilities."
"So this evening I will have two assistants. First please welcome the XXX 69... Who for the sake of my own sanity as well as yours, I will be calling X"
Over loud applause a grey metal box about the size of a small car appeared in the performance area. It was covered in panels lights and sockets and seemed to have a wide variety of arms attached. The industrial robot has clearly been designed to fit in on a production line rather than in a stage show.
"My second assistant some of you may have spotted earlier, and I hope you will agree she's a little easier on the eye too. Folk please welcome the lovely Lisa !"
Lisa walked out into the lights smiling broadly at the small invited audience. She took a slight double take at the odd looking machine but carried on to take a low bow. This was a calculated move, she was dressed in a tight black corset which struggled to contain her firm and ample chest and the bow made sure everyone was looking right at her. The top was complimented by a matching gossamer thong and black heels. The revealing outfit was actually way more clothes than she had been expecting.
"Now folks the first thing we need to demonstrate is the amazing delicacy and precision with which X can work. So if I will ask Lisa to stand here ... " Matt indicated to a point front a centre and then pressed a button on a remote he slipped out of his pocket.
The machine known as X whirred smoothly to life and an arm made of painted and shiny steel terminating in a claw of some sort reached out towards Lisa . She couldn't help but flinch a little as the mechanical hand paused in front of her then to the amazement of all in the room, most of all Lisa herself, began the delicate task of undoing the half dozen clips which fastened the front of the corset she was wearing. There was a hushed silence as the machine gently located and squeezed each clip. Although Lisa barely dare breath the metal fingers hardly brushed over her. She did wonder whether the rapt attention of the audience was being caused by the engineering expertise on show, or the increasing amount of herself on show.
Once the black top had been fully undone and had fallen to the floor the mechanical hand slide down Lisa's ribs until it found the fine black thread of thong resting on her left hip. Lisa braced herself for the panties to be ripped off her but instead the mechanical arm slid the thong down a few inches with remarkable tenderness. It swapped sides and repeated the move a few times till the thong was resting round Lisa's ankles. It then seemed to offer her its hand. Lisa paused for a second non plussed then grabbed the hand and used it to steady herself as she kicked away first her shoes then the thong.
"Ladies and gentleman a big hand for X and of course Lisa"
Lisa smiled and struck a confident pose, hands on hips trying to ignore the fact that she was once again quite naked in front of a bunch of strangers . With no idea where the show was going next Lisa was left with nothing to do but to stand by Matt and wait with the audience for the next step.
"So we have shown you that X is capable of extreme delicacy even around the most precious and delicate of items...." Lisa took another small bow..." but as this is a sales event we should really show you what it can do with more typical manufacturing tasks.... like assembly, cutting and even dis-assembly".
Whilst the faces of the onlookers showed they were none the wiser Lisa was starting to get some inkling of how this might go. She watched as a small square platform was pushed out, about 3 feet square and on wheels big enough that you could see clearly underneath it. The only other feature was a pair of shackles connected to the edges of the platform by short heavy chains. As the lighting dimmed and took an ominous red tinge Lisa needed no prompting to step up onto the platform to await her fate.
With a few whirs her mechanical tormentor reached out its robotic arm once more and found one of the shackles, fastening it snugly round her left ankle. It took the machine only a few more seconds to repeat the display of dexterity on the other side and leave Lisa locked firmly to the platform legs spread wide. Trying to put to the back of her mind that she was now more exposed than even before Lisa watched as an unseen crane lowered something from the dark above her. It appeared to be a slab of metal, stainless steel perhaps 5 feet wide a couple of feet tall and a few inches deep. The way it swayed slowly suggested that whatever it was it was very heavy.
As usual Matt offered no explanation to either the audience or his gorgeous assistant. Lisa's platform was wheeled back slightly and the metal beam lowered so it was resting against her back, the top level with her shoulders. Matt stood in front of Lisa and took each wrist in his hand and guided them upwards so that arms ran along the front of the beam more or less level with the top of it. Lisa took a deep breath, wondering what on earth was coming next.
"Now folks one key ability in todays hi tech manufacturing environment is precision. Lisa looks so good all stretched out on display like this that I am gonna ask X to go ahead and make sure she holds this position..... X... program 2 please..."
Lisa watched doing her best to camouflage her bewilderment with a winning smile as the robot hummed into life. As ever she felt it a matter of professional pride to project a calm sexy confidence to the audience no matter how crazy events unfolding around her seemed to be. The robot arm moved smoothly towards her left wrist and placed a metal U shape over it holding the open side tight to the metal girder. Some more humming and clicking signaled the arrival of a second arm which terminated in what looked a bit like a large pen. Suddenly the humming became a series of very loud clicks and bangs and with no other warning a painfully intense white light jumped the inch or so from the pen to the metal. Lisa gasped as she felt intense heat sear first above then below her wrist. It lasted barely a couple seconds and when the arms moved away it was clear what had happened. The machine had somehow welded the two metal parts leaving Lisa's wrist secured tightly in still warm metal. Inevitably the machine repeated the procedure on the other wrist in another flurry of noise and light leaving Lisa literally welded to the metal beam holding her arms out to her sides.
"There we go folks.... power and precision, X has welded those cuffs into place less than an eighth of an inch from Lisa's lovely wrists without touching her tender flesh. ok X ... program 3 ..."
Lisa took a deep breath as the second more scary arm extended towards her once more. Lisa took a deep breath, the metal swaying ever so slightly behind her wasnt high enough to reach her neck so the machine wasn't about to add a collar to her bondage. And she had no clue why she was locked to a dolly at ground level but secured to something quite separate at the wrist. She didnt have any more time to ponder the puzzle, because the arm was clicking again, even louder. It may have been her imagination but she could have swore the room lights dimmed with each click. The audience gasped almost as one . The tiny tip of white light had appeared once again and was now lining up at Lisa's side level with the top of her hips.
Lisa was shocked as the penny dropped. Then she felt an intense hot glow at her left hip. It felt quite unlike any blade or division she had experienced before. Although the heat was searing she wasnt in real pain, it felt like being way to close to a grill but no worse. As the humming continued she could feel the light part her flesh like it was a knife in soft butter. It moved slowly so she could feel it trace a line over her hips and under her navel as if it was a solid thing not a beam of energy. Although she couldnt see it herself it was leaving a neat black line behind it. The thirty seconds or so it took to traverse Lisa's slender waist felt like minutes but it was done soon enough and the robot fell silent.
Lisa realised she had been holding her breath and gasped just as the chains holding the beam to which her upper half was secured jumped into life. As her waist parted by about 2 feet Matt gave the platform on which she was standing a casual kick, sending it rolling six feet sideways across the stage. There could be no doubt both parts were real, each was shaking a little, and her fine chest was breathing deeply having gained a sheen of perspiration.
The was a few moments silence while the small crowd tried to take in what they were seeing, then applause was thunderous as Lisa was left clearly divided in two on the stage, her top half swaying gently . Matt took a deep bow and shoved the dolly holding Lisa's legs and butt through three hundred and sixty degrees before shoving it casually off stage to one side . Slowly the girder to which Lisa's top half was still welded was pulled up into the darkness above the stage area.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I hope our demonstration of X has impressed you. That's the end of the show. "
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Lisa wriggled although actually trying to get comfortable was definitely beyond her. She tested her jaw once more. It was aching a little as it was being held wide open by a large ring gag. She had rather enjoyed the show, it was certainly the most dramatic sawing in half she had performed in and the abrupt ending had certainly left an impression on the audience. It had been 2 hours since the end of the show and not entirely unusually Lisa had no idea what was going on. She had been lowered from the lighting gantry and taken to a large room decorated like an old den, wood panel walls, rich carpet , oversize tv and a drinks cabinet.
Matt had fitted the gag and made a few reassuring noises but offered no explanation as to why the metal to which she was still attached was hung on the front of a polished wooden cube or box some sort in the middle of the room. A guy had used a large and rather scary drill to fasten the metal bar to the cube . Lisa had no idea why but the net result was she was hanging by her arms in a strange room at about waist height. Matt did nothing to reduce her confusion when he placed what looked a little like a stool with only one central leg in front of her then slid it under her severed waist. The top was a perfect fit for the cut surface and the pole fitted into a socket in the floor. At least her weight was not on her only wrists now . One relief. Matt fumbled some more behind Lisa's head and she had found she could no longer move her neck, as if the back of the gag was now attached to something.
It had just occurred to Lisa that she had even less clue about the fate of her bottom half , which she could still feel but hadn't seen since the end of the performance, when the door opened. Matt welcomed in a party of maybe 15 men, presumably the VIPs from the earlier show.
"And here we have it. Proof that with the right skills and imagination there is almost nothing that can not be automated, refined and controlled. I am calling it the I-Lisa. Please, have a look around and check it out before I run a demonstration."
Lisa felt herself flush and tremble a little. What did that mean ? Automate what ? And since when was she an it ? Her indignation was interrupted by the guys in Matt's crowd surrounding her , reaching out to touch her arms, face, hair, breasts. Reaching under her waist to the slender metal pole supporting her. She found she could feel the gentle tickle of hands on the underside of the base she was mounted on. Unable to speak or even shake her head she tried to smile bravely with her eyes.
"As you can see this half of Lisa is quite alive and well". Matt gave Lisa's left nipple a playful but firm tweak and nodded in approval at her moaned response. "No animatronics involved I can assure you. She is very simple to use, as you will see."
Lisa was stunned and totally confused. She struggled to see what possible use she could be to anybody, mounted in a room unable to move barely a muscle. Matt moved dead in front of her and she started to suspect. Her face was looking straight at the crotch of his pants ... surely not?
"This is the control unit. Up for faster and down for slower" . Matt was holding what looked like an ipad whose screen was showing a series of controls. He stepped to one side and put the ipad into a holder mounted on the box behind Lisa.
"And here we go." He stood maybe half a foot in front of Lisa once more and reached forward brushing at the touch screen behind her. There was the soothing whir of an expensive electric motor and whatever was attached to the back of Lisa's head pushed it forwards towards his crotch. Lisa gasped as her nose almost brushed his jeans. The device then pulled her head back once more . Matt grinned winningly.
"So speed control here..." Matt stepped to one side to allow his audience to watch Lisa's head pushed smoothly forward and back over a range of several inches. As he waved his finger over the screen Lisa felt her head speed up taking the back and forth strokes from almost impossibly slow to uncomfortably fast. She was panting through her gag a little now as she realised the nature of her transformation. Of how she was to be used.
Matt waved over the screen again and her head stopped instantly.
"The ipad also controls the screen behind the I Lisa. You can can see some sports or something a little more adult if you need a boost to make sure you enjoy Lisa to the full" Matt winked.
Lisa bristled at the idea. It seemed almost disrespectful that she was sliced in two and incorporated into a device which was purely to allow her to pleasure these men orally and yet they may need some more stimulation. And yet... she flushed again, feeling a rush as she let the idea of being an oral sex machine sink in. Her flush intensified as she felt a tiny drop of drool run onto her chest and she was powerless to do a thing... she had rarely felt so objectified, and that was scarily exciting.
"Say Matt what has happened to her lower half, seems like there could be some fun to be had with that too?"
"Well good question. Chuck didnt want the Shanghai office to miss out on all the fun so ....."
Matt showed the appreciative audience a picture of Lisa's lower half still locked to the dolly. It was now bent at the hip. An L shaped pole stuck out from the cut end and secured it to the base of the dolly leaving Lisa's rear end displayed and accessible. Lisa gasped into the gag as she caught the picture out of the corner of her eye.
"Its on the flight to China now and will be installed in the executive lounge there. Once its fitted Lisa will be able to feel everything that happens that end too.... Twelve hour time difference, so I guess you can make use of Lisa round the clock... Plenty of time, shes here all week"
Lisa was struggling to take everything in. Had he really said China ? And week? No way! Then there was familiar sound of a zipper being dropped and her head began to ease forwards, mouth gaping helplessly open towards the waiting......... and all other thoughts evaporated.