Chapter 10
I've often wondered whether The Organization went ahead and installed the Maximum Sensation Machine in our house after Don Marco's death. I know he had almost decided to take the plunge, as a result of my favourable report after my trip to California: and our accountant swore the thing was economically sound. but I suppose I'd better begin at the beginning!
Two or three months before his death, Don Marco had an old friend of his come and spend the week-end. Don Luigi, who was The Organization's 'baron' out in California. Don Marco brought him round to my place for an evening's relaxation: and after watching a particularly energetic exhibition by one of the girls, who was trying to impress the 'big bosses', Don Luigi smiled paternally and said. "I'd like to see that pretty red-headed cunt given a work-out on the Maximum Sensation Machine!" Don Marco and I had to confess we didn't know what he was talking about: So he told us.
The Maximum Sensation Machine was the brainchild of some 'mad scientist' Hungarian inventor out in Los Angeles: as Don Luigi described it, it was a series of mechanical devices specifically designed to create maximum sensation in a woman's body. partly pleasure, partly pain: and the various effects could be controlled and blended in differing degrees for each 'patient', the object being to stimulate her erotically to the peak of her potential, so that she had repeated orgasms of amazing intensity and duration. Don Luigi had already installed one in his top house in Los Angeles, and had a second machine on order for San Francisco: and he upbraided Don Marco for being behind the times. it was disgraceful, he said, that we in Boston should not even have heard of the machine.
Don Marco's questioning elicited the information that the machine cost ten-thousand dollars installed, and should pay for itself within the year. West Coast customers were proving quite ready to pay fifty dollars extra, to give the house-girl they had bought for the evening a session on the machine: and the Los Angeles figures for three months showed that a target of two-hundred sessions throughout the twelve-month period was in no way unrealistic. All we would need was a fair-sized room. (and here, he suggested we should consider using one of our basement flagellation rooms: how many times, he wondered, did we use all three at once. ?). a supply of electricity, a small air compressor, and some hydraulic power. (this last being really the only unusual feature. apart from the concept of the machine itself, of course!). If we were at all interested, why not send someone out to see the machine in action. ?
Rather to my surprise, Don Marco did seem quite interested. I would have thought ten-thousand dollars was a bit steep, but he seemed to have every confidence in Don Luigi's judgement. Anyway, ten days later I flew out to Los Angeles at Don Marco's instruction, and made my way to the house where the Maximum Sensation Machine was installed. Don Luigi had given the necessary orders to his Madam. (a big brassy creature not at all ladylike! She would never have done for Boston!). and I was given a pleasant welcome, and made quite comfortable. I was to stay for two or three days, see the machine in action a few times, and make a proper evaluation for Don Marco.
Madam Vera proposed that we should use just the pleasure devices for the first session: she would put her best 'stayer' on the machine. "and the little bitch'll cream herself silly. she'll come about nine times in an hour and a half, with no trouble at all. you'll see!" For the second session, she suggested we combine business with pleasure. one of her girls had to be punished, and we could use her as a 'demonstration guinea-pig'. which sounded a good idea. Then next day she'd get one of her steady clients to come in and give an exhibition of the machine as it should be used. He was quite an expert; always used the same girl, and he'd got it down to the point where he could make her do more or less anything. just by manipulating a few knobs and switches! He'd be only too pleased to give us a show. he'd be getting his fun for nothing, since Don Luigi had said I was to have the best of everything and no expense spared, so he'd give us something special.
Well, she took me down to the 'The Playroom'. as they called it. after lunch: and I spent some time looking over the apparatus, and taking a good many detailed photographs of it, as Don Marco had instructed. It was an odd-looking contraption.
There was a stout metal column rising some three feet from the floor: rigidly fixed to the top of this column was a shell of hard plastic, shaped to fit a girl's body from the top of her head down to the small of her back: this shell was padded with foam rubber. Short arm-troughs projected from the body of the shell, in such a position that when the girl was placed in it her arms were spread wide above her head. Fastening straps were provided, to hold her firmly into the shell. one across the stomach, above the navel; one across the shoulders, above the breasts; one at the end of each arm-trough, to run across the inside of the elbow; and a 'fore-headed-strap', to hold her head rigid in the headpiece. The whole shell slanted head downwards; and the two arm-troughs 'pointed' to two small columns set in the floor about eighteen inches away, each furnished with a stout leather wrist-cuff. I Some three feet from the other end of the shell, a second metal column rose from the floor: this one was about five feet high. It carried a curved metal bar, somewhat like a bent bow: if an imaginary bow-string were being drawn, the end of the plastic body-shell would coincide with the archer's hand. The plane of the curve was tilted slightly downwards, so that the eye saw a straight line running from this bar set five feet above the floor, along the surface of the body-shell, and down the arm-troughs to the wrist-cuffs, which were about two feet above floor level. At either end of the metal bar were two curious leather *boots', set on top of the bar: these carried stout ankle-straps, and rack-and-pinion devices allowed them to be wound closer together or farther apart along the bar. and also nearer to or farther away from the body-shell. Most of the sole of each boot had been cut away; and it was obvious that when the girl had been placed in the machine, the soles of her feet would be quite protected.
At this point the girl for the 'pleasure exhibition' was brought into The Playroom by three attendants. She was a good-looking redhead. (Madam Vera told me that in pretty well every use of repute on the West Coast, every second girl's a failed Hollywood starlet). and when she slipped off her house-coat and stood naked beside the machine, she was really a splendid sight. Madam Vera told her, quite conversationally that she wanted her to wear a gag. "Increases the effect, if they can't make a noise!," she said to me in an aside. The girl nodded nonchalantly, and let the attendants fit a solid-looking rubber gag into her mouth. Then one of the men looked inquiringly at Madam Vera: she nodded, and the three attendants swung round towards the naked redhead.
They lifted her off the floor and laid her on her back in the body-shell, raising her arms above her head to fit into the arm-troughs. One man supported the lower half of her body. the shell ended at the small of her back. until her wrists had been secured in the wrist-cuffs: then he pulled on her legs, so as to stretch her body to the maximum, while the others strapped her into the shell at stomach, shoulders, elbows, and forehead. Then her legs were separated, and each foot was fitted into its boot, and the ankle-straps drawn tight. Finally, adjustments were made to the position of the boots, by means of the rack-and-pinion devices.
The girl was now lying tautly stretched and immobile in the machine, naked and gagged, with arms and legs widespread. She looked very vulnerable. as indeed she was. From wrists to ankles, the front of her body was completely unprotected, save for the straps across stomach, shoulders, and elbows: underneath, she was unprotected from the small of the back downwards.