The Laundromat (3) Rinse and Buff
Written by DragonFire
With a shuddering gasp, I come to my senses again. I am surrounded by
the gray healing mist but my privates are still screaming, so it must have only
been a few merciful moments I'd been able to escape my predicament. I'm still
stretched taut in the grasp of the WASH-A-WOMAN, and it's now raped me and
violated me a half dozen different painful and humiliating ways.
I'm still alive despite the brutal treatment, and I wonder fleetingly
what's next on its agenda. Since I can't change my destiny a whit, I still those
thoughts, because I'm only adding to my torment when I do so.
My prison begins to echo again with the rumble of machinery, and I steel
myself against imagining what's next, for to do so would be to die a thousand
needless deaths imagining even more tortures being applied to my body. The
washer wand ports open once again, but this time the extending wands rinse me
gently and thoroughly with a gentle bath of soothingly warm water. On and on
they bathe me with their shower of gentle, relaxing water, and I feel like the
machine is asking for my forgiveness as it flushes my tormented body parts
tenderly over and over, washing away the pain sweat and pungent stink of my
fear. Even my tortured privates receive a gentle flushing that soothes my
tortured flesh. The bewitchingly soothing misting seems to go on and on, and
then the wands shift to a relaxing, pulsing massage pattern.
I groan with a hidden meaning as the wands finally stop spurting their
healing fluid over my body. It appears my primal nature has a very short memory,
because I think it is actually looking forward to more of whatever the machine
has in store for me! My husband Bill, my daughters, they're all gone from my
thoughts as my world collapses to the important question: what is this machine
going to do to me next?
It gives me my answer as the washing ports open again and the wands
begin to puff little clouds of powdery waxy stuff onto my skin. It doesn't take
long until I'm covered with the stuff, and the wands once again leave me alone
in the chamber.
Once again, the floor ports open, but this time the arms extend with
soft, firm-but-fluffy pads of blue felt strips that have an entirely different
effect as they vigorously rub my legs. Instead of searing pain, I'm left with a
warm fuzzy glow as the whirling pads buff my legs to a glow. My sides are next,
then my back, and although the back buffing wheel pushes me forward to stretch
me to my limit, it's ecstasy, not torture, and as the thick ridges in the center
of the roller buff my crack, its warmth is arousing instead of torturing.
Knowing what's next in the sequence, my pussy is flooding with woman juice as
the pillion rises before me and I am once again pulled forward to present my ass
to the sky. My butt is already reaching for them as the whirling cups take
command of my ass, and my primal sex thrusts itself back against the buffing
felts as they lift me towards the orgasm I know I'm yearning for. Again and
again I thrust myself back against its burnishing touch, and the machine gives
me the release I seek by staying in close and goading me again and again to
climax.
Despite the waves of pleasure that wash over me again and again, I don't
pass out this time, and so as the machine once again straightens me out I'm
looking forward to its continuing attention. This time, it caresses my belly
lovingly, and when it invades my bellybutton it seems like a teasing lover's
tongue instead of a brutal rape as it was before.
In spite of myself, I'm looking forward eagerly to discovering what the
machine's attentions to my breasts will entail. I'm still very randy from my
recent waves of multiple orgasms, and my nipples are already half erect in
anticipation of what I imagine is to come.
Instead of the vacuum nipple cups, the entire bottom half of the front
wall opens, and a strange device advances towards me. It's a boxy thing about as
high as my chin, with two deep dark holes in its front that advance towards my
breasts, and I can't see much inside the shadowy darkness inside of them. Along
its lower front is a set of clamshell doors, and I wonder if this is an obvious
parallel to a zipper. It bulges forward quite a bit, and I decide I'm probably
right. Finally, a slot in the ceiling opens, and a long lever drops down to
stop just where it would be reachable if my hands were free.
There is silence as everything stops. I examine this new contraption,
but there's little more to see than I've already seen as the silence stretches.
Suddenly, there is a chick-chick! and my wrists fall of their own weight as my
hands are freed of their long imprisonment.
The silence stretches again, and I ponder what is already clear to me.
The machine wants me to fuck myself on its toy. Given that I'm already wet with
anticipation of being fucked and used, my hands hardly hesitate as they reach
for the long lever above me. I pull, and things begin to happen. With the first
pull, the machine completes its advance towards me. A pair of padded grippers
reach out around my waist to pull me close like a dancer does. As it pulls me
close, my breasts disappear into its dark pits as another gripper comes out and
encircles my neck. As I stare over the new machine's top, I am startled as a
smiley face appears on the video screen before me. Everything stops, and I sense
that it's waiting for my next pull. I reach up and drag the lever firmly down.
The first thing that happens is that the grippers holding my waist slip
down to capture my butt cheeks. As they pull me firmly against the robot's
bulge, they spread me wide once again. Since my feet are still trapped in the
high-heeled platforms, there's little I can do to avoid the robot's obvious
erotic intentions. As I adjust to this new confrontation, my hidden breasts are
entrapped in a net of quickly tightening straps that surround their bases.
Although I attempt to jerk away, I am held completely helpless against the
device. As my entrapped boobies begin to swell, I stare helplessly at the silent
smiling face. The room again becomes silent, and the silence stretches as the
machine waits for me to give it permission once again to advance upon me.
The silence continues to stretch as I realize with horror that the
machine has not presented me with any other options to choose. It will stand
there forever and wait for me to pull the lever again, and I doubt it cares if I
starve while denying that permission. Realizing that I am now completely
defeated, I reach up and once again drag the lever down. The straps tighten
still further around the bases of my breasts, and I imagine them swelling to
fill the inside of the diabolical robot. Suddenly I feel a familiar whup! and my
left nipple is once again captured within a nipple cup. A moment, and the right
one joins it in captivity. There is a mechanical thunk, and I feel doors pulling
open right where my pussy is held against the robot's bulge and they hold my
pussy lips apart, but, after that, nothing happens. It's time to pull the lever
again, and I do so. Not only can I not stop this, I've got to admit I'm also
totally horny and looking forward to the fucking that's obviously headed my way.
There's a whirring vibration against my groin as a new device invades my
privates. It's a rounded shoe-like vibrator, and I hardly need it to make me
gush more as it teases me higher and higher, sliding up and down and making me
grind my hips against it. My clit begins to come out of hiding as my arousal
increases, and I concentrate on forcing my clit into the vibrator to gain
release. Teasing me, it stays just out of reach, buzzing up and down my labia.
As I'm just about to scream in frustration, the vacuum cups begin to
suck my nipples deep inside themselves, and the action is even more brutal than
before as my swollen breast-flesh strains against their insistent sucking. In my
incredibly aroused state, the pain becomes pleasure and all I can think of is
getting more. I reach up and yank the lever down again.
My tortured breasts stretch out into cones as the nipple cups stretch
them out. There's a whir inside the robot's chest and I start to feel long
straps of felt whipping against my swollen breasts as they are slapped and
buffed by these new wheels of torment. Again, I want only more, and I strain to
force my swollen cunt against the vibrator and the robot's bulge. There's
another click-click, and suddenly my ankles are free. In a horny reflex, I swing
my legs up and lock them around the robot's waist, bucking my widespread pussy
against the vibrator as hard as I can. Once again, everything stops, and I pull
down once again.
There's another vibrating whir from between the doors holding my pussy
gaping open, and my eyes bulge as I feel another vacuum cup attaching itself to
my clit. There's nothing I can do about it, and nothing else moves to distract
me as this new torment slowly and deliberately attaches itself to my most tender
morsel. Its first swift suck has me bucking terribly, but I have nowhere to go.
All I can do is cry out helplessly as the machine abuses me. Remorselessly, it
continues its deliberate sucking, drawing my clit out further and further. With
each sucking pull, my nerves explode as the internal ridges grasp roughly at my
tender flesh. When it makes its final brutal move, I scream myself to hoarseness
as it traps the very tip of my love bud in its torture chamber. As my body
quivers in shock and pain, the machine once again becomes silent. I give myself
a little time to recover my breath, but all I can think of now is getting
through this. I pull the lever.
With sudden force, the nipple cups expel my breasts and the horrid clit
cup pushes me away. The strap net around my breasts releases me, and my whole
body throbs as my tits and clit recover from the brutal treatment. The grippers
clamped around my ass cheeks lift me up, and I feel a vibration as the rest of
the robot's bulge falls open. Helplessly, I stare at the silly smiling face on
the video monitor, and it smiles back. I look down, striving to see what's
emerging from the bulge, but the robot's holding me too close. Its grippers
begin to lower me, and I have an awful suspicion as my swollen labia make
contact with and start to be stretched by a very thick, blunt object. As I
realize that the machine's about to fuck me with the huge black dildo it had
threatened me with before, I began to sob my dismay, but the heartless machine
continues to rub the horrid thing up and down my slit. Sensing that I'm not
getting aroused, the machine starts the dildo buzzing and rotating.
Somehow, this thing seems almost human. It's not going to wait for me to
pull the lever any more, and it starts to press against me with its own urgency.
The thick cock begins to angle itself deeper and deeper in my slit, and I resign
myself to the fact that I'm about to be raped by this horrible monster. Hoping
to spare myself the pain of being torn apart I do my best to recapture my
earlier arousal. It seems that the machine senses that I'm not in the mood, and
it once again pulls my breasts into itself. The huge cock continues to stroke my
slit, but at least it's not forcing its way into me any more. The nipple cups
again attach themselves to my breasts, but their sucking is gentler now. It's as
if the machine is begging me to let it love me! Yeah, right, I say to myself.
Not a chance, bolthead!
Sensing that I'm still unswayed, it tries another tack. As the huge
dildo continues to stroke, vibrate and buzz my slit, the clit cup reaches out
and grabs me again before I can pull away. This time, its stroking is long and
slow, and my exhaustion-fogged brain tells me it's doing its best to love me.
Since my cunt is still aching for another release, I begin to slide towards
letting it fuck me. I know it's just a machine, but I let my tired mind convince
me that its insistence is as intelligent as my husband's desire to fornicate,
and I don't resist as it again starts to press its huge cock against me. It
feels my acquiescence, and its motion becomes more eager. The huge dildo begins
to press more insistently against my labia. Somehow, I've gotten in the mode to
allow myself to be fucked, and I no longer register that this monster is as big
as my arm. My pussy wants to get fucked, and that's all that matters now! The
robot's thrusts are stronger and stronger, and it tilts me back just that slight
extra bit that makes its monster cock drive itself deep inside me. My eyes bulge
as it pulls me down deeper and deeper onto the monster dildo, and my mind buzzes
as the ridges and bumps drag themselves across my tender flesh as the evil
device continues to rotate. In my fuckable state, I choose to feel all of this
as erotic, and I see myself tumbling forward, willy-nilly, as the massive orgasm
overtakes me.
Mercifully, I cease to remember time.
