The Laundromat (1) Soap Application Written by DragonFire The heavily laden brown plastic basket almost crumples as I let it drop into the wire basket. Last load, I think, as I look down at the sodden wet clump of my boyfriend's jeans and T-shirts. Some equal partnership! He watches football all day and I sit in this Laundromat cleaning his beer-stained T-shirts! I'm alone in the big empty place, it being early Sunday morning. Opening the door of the big front-loading dryer, I use the opportunity to stretch, reveling in the feel of my ultra-fit body. I work out four mornings a week, and my butt is a perfect pair of meaty muscular bubbles because of it. As I stretch, my 35C's are gently teased by the scratchy lacy edging on the cups of my bra. I didn't shower after the gym this morning because I need to get home to fix my daughters lunch so they can get to dance practice, and I know my own top is ripe with the smell of a healthy woman's body. Five-eight and tightly curved, I know I'm quite a head-turner. Since I work the lead desk in a bank, I put a lot of effort into keeping my skin clear and my makeup impeccable, but today my own deep blue eyes, clean skin and full lips are reflected back at me in the glass of the open door. My shoulder-length silvery blonde hair is a bit fluffed after all my exertions, and I can't help but remember with a warm glow down below the pleasure I get when Bill holds my chin steady as he firmly pulls my hairbrush through my silky tresses. I love it when he grooms me tenderly, and my body stirs as I respond to the memory. Shaking myself, I get back to the task at hand. Last load! As I thrust the clumps of heavy wet denim into the open machine, my short top pulls and flaps against my bare midriff, and I pleasure myself with memories of Bill's firm hands bending me at the waist for another go at my burning pussy. After the girls are gone, I'm going to do my best to get his mind off pigskin! I need to be fucked, and I won't take no for an answer! Finally, the wet clothes are all in the machine, and I start feeding it the last stack of quarters. Just exactly enough... damn! Sticky. Something in the slot. I pull the release lever, and, dammit, nothing comes out! I didn't bring any cash except the change for the wash, so now I'm fucked in the worst kind of way! I already know there's no other store near here, being on the edge of the warehouse district, so I set out to see if somebody else is in the building. There's a door at the back. It says 'ABSOLUTELY NO ADMITTANCE', but, hell, if they can't keep their machines clean and well greased, I'm going to yell a lot louder than they are! The door pushes open before me, leading to smallish empty office. Seeing another door on the opposite wall, I cross the room. The door behind me latches with a click as I reach for the knob of this new door. It doesn't turn, and suddenly there's an awful feeling in my stomach as that click reverberates in my fearful mind. There's a hiss from above, and a grayish mist starts to fall from vents in the ceiling. I turn and dash back to the first door, but my hand slips on the knob as I slump to the floor. Shirley Talbot, you've really done it now! I come back to consciousness to find myself standing upright. My hands are held above my head, and I look up to see that my wrists are held firmly by straps to a pair of cables stretching down from the ceiling. My feet are fixed, too, and I look down to see that my ankles are strapped tightly to blocks that resemble high heels. The blocks are about three feet apart, stretching me wide in an X. My clothes are completely gone; the only things I have on except straps are a latex bathing cap that holds my hair tight to my skull and a pair of clear swim racing goggles that cling to my face all around my eyes. The full impact of my nakedness and captivity hits me as I examine my surroundings with my heart pounding in my ears. I'm in a small chamber a little wider than my reach with white, slick walls. The floor is tiled, and there's a drain in it beneath me. I see seams on the walls and ceiling around me indicating various equipment hatches, but they're all closed. There's a video screen in front of me, and it blinks to get my attention. WELCOME TO THE WASH-A-WOMAN AUTOMATED FEMALE CLEANSING SYSTEM! YOU ARE ABOUT TO EXPERIENCE THE LATEST IN ROBOTIC TECHNOLOGY APPLIED TO THE NEEDS OF THE HUMAN RACE. THE SYSTEM WILL BEGIN BY APPLYING OUR SPECIAL SOAP. FOR YOUR PROTECTION, PLEASE FOLLOW ALL INSTRUCTIONS ON THIS SCREEN TO THE LETTER. KEEP YOUR MOUTH CLOSED AT ALL TIMES! I shudder with my heart in my throat as I realize how totally helpless I am. There's nothing I can do about my predicament, and with the whir of motors my experience begins! Six ports open in the walls around me, and long spray wands like those in a car wash extend smoothly towards my body. They blast me from all sides with a stinging lash of hot, foamy, sudsing water as the wands play up and down my body, covering every part of me with their stinging rain. My tits bounce and jerk as the spray hits them from first one nozzle then another. The smell of strong soap with a chamomile scent added fills the small chamber as the soap clings to my body. The wands retract and the ports snap shut behind them, but they're not finished with me. I look down in horror as another port opens in the floor before me and another wand thrusts up towards my helplessly exposed private parts. The blasting water nails me right in the belly button, and I jerk with reflex as the shock hits me. Then the wand starts to tilt, moving very slowly down towards my mons, tearing its way through my silvery blonde fur, leaving it sodden with soap as it remorselessly drops lower and lower. I try to jerk my body away, but I am helpless to do more than twitch because I'm held completely still by the tension in the strapping. All I can do is close my eyes and clench my thighs as the unstoppable stream reaches the apex of my pubes and keeps coming. I'm about to be raped in a most horrible way and there isn't a thing I can do about it! Suddenly, the water stops, just as it's about to violate me. I stare down between my breasts, my eyes glued to the nozzle at the end of the wand. There's a whir, and I see it twist a little. I can't blink or breathe as I wait for its next move. It taunts me silently as I stare helplessly at it for long seconds. Suddenly, it strikes again, blasting an even tighter spear of clear hot water at the top of my slit. It's pulsing now, and it feels like I'm being pummeled by the mailed fist of a fighter as it scores my tender flesh again and again, poking me like a hot iron. Helpless to stop it as it again jerks into a slow downward motion, I lift my head to the ceiling and scream hopelessly at the top of my lungs as the remorseless stinging water begins to force its way into my slit. My spread legs keep my clenching from protecting me against its violation, and my anguished cries echo in my ears as the pounding blasts score their way across the protective flesh hooding my clitoris. Even with that, the pounding blows make my eyes roll back with sparks flying as my body jerks helplessly in reaction to the punishment. I feel like an elephant is fucking me as the devilish stream forces its way deeper and deeper into my cunt! Thrust after bruising thrust, I feel it blasting deeper and deeper into me, the return flow pouring out of me as it thrusts into me again and again. Each long blast fills my tender pussy with scalding water as its thrusts slam into the deepest and tenderest parts of my flesh. It looks like a glittering steel bar slamming into me again and again, and the return flow spurts out like a miniature geyser as my muscles clench reflexively after each thrust. My body spasms in pain as the searing blasts begin to slash the soft pinkness of my lower slit. I look down in horror, jerking and twitching, expecting to see a fountain of blood because it feels like a saw blade cutting me in half, but the water is clear as the wand continues its unstoppable course. I breathe a sigh of relief as it finally leaves my tortured pussy behind, and I hang limp in the harness as my strength leaves me. The pulsing sword of hot water continues its way between my legs, and my mind fills with the horrified realization of where its next intrusion is going to be. The water stops, and there is a loud silence as the water gurgles down the drain. I shudder helplessly as the wand whirs mechanically, its sound loud in the chamber. The wand moves under me. I can't see the nozzle any more as the extensible arm repositions itself behind me. I know where it's aimed now, and I clench helplessly, awaiting the violation of my ass. I've never let Bill take me there, and I can't imagine what it's going to feel like to be raped by this faceless machine. I hang there in helpless, dripping silence; unable to alter my fate or guess when I'd be brutally taken. The tense seconds stretched out as the demonic machine torments me with agonizing silence. Suddenly there is a WHOOSH! as the jet strikes me, spearing up into my defenseless asshole like a laser cannon! In an instant, I am reamed by a solid spear of hot water, filling me like a bubble with a long blast that seems like it is drilling its way completely through me! The water finally shuts off, and I hang there jerking and flinching as my tortured abdominal muscles seize and seize again as I try to pull air into my lungs. The water gushes out of my behind in spurts, propelled by the contractions of my tormented muscles. With a final mechanical whir, the wand returns to its forward position. I stare dully at it and it seems as though it stares back, gloating in triumph, pausing for a long moment before it retracts into the floor and the port closes after it, leaving me dripping in silence.
The Laundromat (2) The Scrubber Written by DragonFire My breathing slowly returns to normal, more or less, and I take stock of my situation. I'm hanging in a shower-like chamber in a monstrous automated machine called a WASH-A-WOMAN, and my body's still trembling in reaction to the brutal assault I've just suffered. I've been covered in stinging, foamy soap, and my pussy and ass are still reeling and spasming from the brutal water rape they've just suffered through. My mind can hardly focus, and I can't help but dread whatever's coming next. There's nothing I can do about it, whatever it is. The video screen in front of me blinks again, and I stare in agonized fascination as the words appear. THE WASH-A-WOMAN SCRUB CYCLE IS ABOUT TO BEGIN. THIS WILL REMOVE ALL TRACES OF DIRT FROM THE EXTERIOR OF YOUR BODY. With a deep rumble of machinery all around me, my torment begins again. Two large hatches spring open in the floor just inside where my feet are strapped to the blocks, and broad mechanical arms reach upward as I watch helplessly. My eyes blink in horror as I realize that each arm holds a stiff bristle brush but there's no time to react as the brushes go to work on my lower calves, scrubbing determinedly up and down my legs. My head tilts back and my mouth opens in silent anguish as my skin begins to burn from the insistent scratchy pressure, but the nasty brushes keep working their way unfeelingly higher and higher, immune to their effect on my body. I sneak a look down fearing that I'm being flayed alive, but my skin is unbroken. It's red as a rare roast of beef, though, testament to the painful progress of the brushes up my shins. My whole lower body is aflame with pain shock as the remorseless brushes continue their scrubbing higher and higher up my legs. I'm awash with fear that these devilish things might torture my pussy and ass again, but to my heartfelt relief they stop at the base of my butt, retracting back into the floor. Little do I know that I might wish that was all that would assault my private pleasure zones! Two large doors drop open in the walls at my sides, and a pair of hourglass-shaped horizontal rollers with the same agonizing bristles extend towards me. I close my eyes in horrified anticipation as the rollers began to spin, closing remorselessly aound my waist until their ends began to crush together around me, the fiery pain engulfing my waist. My arms pull helplessly on their straps as the awful things scrape their way down to my hips, but there is no escape. The punishing rollers release their pressure momentarily, but it is only to reverse the direction of rotation, and they again close about my hips to scrape their way up the sides of my body, following the contours of my hourglass waist. As they move higher, I begin to fear for the safety of my tender breasts, but again I am spared, for now, as the rollers stop rotating just barely below them and retract with a mechanical grind into the walls. I breathe a shuddering sigh of relief. Next, I hear a door open behind me. It sounds like another of the large rollers, and I am right. It whines urgently as it starts to spin, and again starting at my waist it presses in on me. With a shock, I realize that this brush has an extra refinement, a pair of coarse ridges of very stiff bristles that bracket my spine. It rides up my back to my shoulders, pushing me forward in my bondage until I am bowed as far as my body can stretch. It reverses direction and starts downward, pressing forward even harder upon me as it makes its slow and burning way down my back. My body burns with waves of pain and shock from the merciless scoring of the stiff bristles as it returns to the small of my back and continues downward. My eyes bulge and my mouth opens in a silent scream as my beautiful bubble butt is mounted by the scratching, burning rollers. I do scream in horror as I realize what is happening to the coarse bristle ridges in the center. As the brush forces its way down my ass, stretching me even farther forward into a bow, the bristles are forced deep into my crack, trying as hard as they can to spring out to their natural position. The result is wave after wave of searing pain as they scour their way slowly down the length of my crack. Finally, after an eternity of pain, the brush pulls away from the base of my butt, stopping just before it touches the backs of my thighs. My body hangs limply in the straps as the roller's pressure is removed, and I can't think, can only feel the wave after wave of pain and shock and heat from my raw skin. The chamber fills with mist, and I gasp involuntarily as my body is suddenly numbed, the pain dissipating as the mist sooths my tortured skin. My relief is short-lived, however, and I realize that half my body is still un-scrubbed, and the mechanical whirring and rumbling begins again. I bite my lip as I wondered where the next assault will come from. I don't have long to wait, but the machine's next move puzzles me. A door opens in the floor before me, and a rounded vinyl-covered pillion rises up in front of me to the height of my hips. It doesn't touch me, and I puzzle over its purpose until the cables holding my hand straps begin to tug me forward. I look up to see arms extending further and further from the ceiling, dragging me forward and forcing me over the saddle. For a moment I imagine what I must look like from the rear, with my taut thighs spread wide apart and my beautiful butt high in the air, but I can't help but realize what the next target of the remorseless, unfeeling machine is: my beautiful bubble butt. I quail at the thought, but still I am held helpless and unable to escape. This time, I can look back between my hanging, bare breasts and I see the hatch opening in the back wall. My fears are confirmed as two deeply cupped, round brown bristle brushes extend on mechanical arms. They head directly and unstoppably towards their targets, and they start spinning angrily as they approach my quivering cheeks. As contact is made, my butt jerks in reaction, lifting up and jerking back into the whirling bristles. This drives the madly scratching bristles deep into my crack, scoring the thin skin over the base of my tailbone. My eyes bulge and my spine almost cracks with the arch as my nerves send amazing messages of sensory overload to my brain. Unthinking, I drive myself back onto the bristles for more, and the whipping bristles begin to whip through the lower curls of my silvery blonde bush, pulling mightily at my short hairs. With a sinking feeling, I realize two things: first, that my body is starting to look forward to the attack, and second, that the brushes have not fully completed their forward motion to cover me. As if the machine sees my horrified realization, the forward motion of the cup brushes slows to a glacial pace. The center bristles are already rasping painfully across my muscular butt, frying my gluteal prizes as though I have been plopped in a fry pan. This pain though, is less important to my primal sex than the whipping, buzzing, pulling stimulation of my pussy lips caused by the bristles dragging through my cunt hairs. My body wants this, wants it all, and right now, and my mind is a spectator as my butt lifts and presses back into the burning hell of the slashing bristles. My cunt is warming and I feel my insides shift as the pain becomes desirable. My labia begin to swell, and as they do, the bristles thrash their way through more and more of my cunt hair. I know I'm getting wet from this, and my conscious mind reels in shock as my primal sex tells me it wants it all. Without control of myself, I feel my spine pushing back and I thrust my butt as far back as it can go, and the bristles blaze across the engorged folds of my pussy lips in a final fiery searing non-stopping blast of pain. As I realize I'm getting aroused by this unbelievable pain, my body and my mind come together in a wondrous, unreal, rolling wave of orgasmic release, and I thrust my hips back with each wave of the powerful blast that is overtaking me. As I ride the waves of overwhelming release down the other side, the machine slowly backs the whirling brushes away from me, letting me come down on my own pace. My breath comes deep and slow, and suddenly I realize that beneath the soap scum I'm covered with body sweat. As the system once again becomes silent, I realize that I've just been mastered by this machine. It has played me like a fiddle, diddled me until it got to me, and made me come like a raging whore. I wonder if I'm its first conquest? As if in answer, the arms holding me bent forward begin to silently retract, and I have my answer. This machine is built to overcome any woman, and it's not done with me yet. It pulls me fully upright again, and stretches me out once again, and the pillion pad disappears silently into the floor. This time, the hatch that opens is in the floor behind me, and I feel another vinyl pad pressing into the small of my back to hold me firmly in place. It gently shoves my tummy forward, just an inch. Another hatch opens, this one in front of me and just below the video screen. This one presents a new contraption, four smaller brushes arranged in a circle on a plate. They reach out towards my tummy, and my ripples clench as they realize it's their turn now. Resigned to my fate, I close my eyes as the brushes make their searing contact with my tummy, and I ride out the now-familiar waves of burning pain they cause as they make their way across my tortured stomach. For once, it seems like only moments before the pain disappears, and I open my eyes to see the whirling scrub brushes retreating into the wall. Suddenly, extra bolsters whip out from around the ends of the pad behind me, and they grasp my waist with awesome force. I wonder what's coming that's going to be so horrible that it has to hold me, and I have my answer when a small single brush begins to extend itself from the wall before me. I realize in horror that it's headed directly towards my belly button, and I try to squirm my way out of the machine's grasp, but I can't. My eyes are riveted to the tiny whirling brush as it moves unerringly towards its target. Instead of just spinning, this brush spins back and forth, and a moan escapes me as it reaches its target after what seems like an eternity. Again I am taken by the machine, and I almost swoon as it digs out every bit of my bellybutton lint, causing spasms of sparks that drive directly into my brain. I thought I had already suffered pain overload, but this mechanical dominance is overwhelming my self-control. Finally, it's over, and my eyes stay riveted on my tiny tormentor as it disappears into the blankness of the wall. My chest heaves as I am allowed a moment's rest, and the sweat pours down me. All too soon my respite is over, and a pair of doors open from above the tv monitor. Instead of brushes, there is some kind of peculiar gadget on each arm, with a clear hose extending back from each one into the wall. With a start I realize that they are heading for my nipples, and my body begins to quake as I imagine what's next. I'm proud of my breasts. They're not the biggest but they're firm and round and my nipples are always reaching for the sky. My waist is still held immobile by the grasping pillion behind me, but I can move my torso enough to jiggle my tips out of the path of the reaching gadgets. The gadgets stab forwards a couple of times unsuccessfully as I jiggle my boobs and keep them bouncing. They retreat a few inches and the machine pauses. As it does, I examine the gadgets in horrified fascination. Each one is a deep little cup of clear acrylic like a tulip, and the vinyl hose exits its rear end. Guessing that the machine is going to suck my nips into them with a vacuum, I twist my head to look into the end of the cups. Each one is lined with little ridges with sharp corners on the rear end. I see that they aren't hooked or barbed, and my mind breathes a silent sigh of relief, but it's obvious they aren't going to be pleasant. The cups are a full three inches deep, and there's no way I can imagine what that much stretching is going to do to my precious boobies. The machine tries again, launching its evil grippers towards me in a surprise attack, but once again I am able to get my breasts bouncing enough to thwart them. Again the machine retreats, but it is obvious it isn't going to take 'no' for an answer. There's a deep rumble from the floor behind me, and for the first time a picture begins to appear in the monitor. I gasp as it clears to show a live picture of a huge, wrist-thick black dildo rising out of the floor with my helpless asshole as its target. The surface is covered with brutal bumps and ridges and knobs, and I shudder helplessly as I wonder if I've provoked the machine to tear me apart with this monstrous thing. To my immense relief, it stops, just high enough to spread my cheeks a bit with its enormous girth, driving the point home. I stare in horrified fascination at the screen as I feel this threat, and my quivering rosebud is clearly visible between my spread cheeks just above the fearsome shaft. With an effort of will, I still my heaving chest, and I do my best to keep my thumping heart from causing my boobs to bounce. Sensing my surrender, the left nipple cup advances unerringly towards my nipple as I watch it close in. It seats itself carefully like a docking space shuttle, and there's a sudden whoof! of sucking air and my nipple is captured by the grasping fingers. It's not painful, it's like Bill is pinching my nipple between his fingers in our loveplay. The other cup moves in, and the capture is repeated. As I stare at my trapped nipples, there is a low whine from behind me as the monster dildo is returned to its lair and the monitor goes dark once again. Realizing that I've avoided at least the one kind of mutilation, I stare helplessly at my captive treasures. I don't have long to wait, because the machine begins to assert its claim on my boobies by pulling firmly on my nips. It's very forceful, and I feel my tender nipples being sucked further and further into the cups with each pull. My lips push out into a gasping ohhh! as the stimulation of the sucking pulls my tender points deeper and deeper, and the internal ridges grasp me eagerly with each pump of the vacuum. My eyes open wide as I see my darkening nips stretching deeper and deeper into the cups, and I feel my nerves complaining but my fascination with the strange process is starting to arouse me again. My breath comes faster as the machine remorselessly completes its programmed cycle. As It does so, I get a further shocking surprise. As my nips reach the ends of the cups, already stretched over two and a half inches, they cover a tiny little hole, only a quarter of an inch in diameter. The machine gives a final brutal suck on the vacuum lines, and the very tips of my screaming nipples are trapped in a tiny little chamber at the end of the cup. "Ahhh...oh... hgh!" I whine, but there is nothing I can do about it. Once again, I've been brutally taken by the machine, and there's nothing I can do about it. And now, it's going to abuse me some more. More hatches open in the front panel, and a whole bunch of the dreaded bristle brushes appear as the arms that have captured my nipples begin to pull back from my chest. With horror, I realize that my precious breasts are about to be flayed by coarse bristles the way the rest of me has been, but all I can do is twitch helplessly as my glorious breasts are stretched out further and further and the brushes move in to torment me once again. I can't help but scream helplessly, over and over, as the brushes scrub me unmercifully, and they don't stop until they've scraped every inch of my tender flesh in all directions. Finally, this, too, is over, and I am left sobbing in relief as the brushes retract and the vacuum pressure is reversed to eject my nipples forcefully from the cups. My body is screaming in waves of agony as I am left hanging in the straps. I wonder what more there is to do except scrub my head right off my neck, but it appears that is not the machine's plan. There is a sharp thunk, and I see a thin cable passing between my legs from the front wall to the back. It draws taut, and a wider port opens in the front wall around it. The cable begins to pull towards the back wall, and suddenly I see that the thin cable is pulling a huge, braided hemp rope across the room beneath me. It has to be more than two inches think, with layer over layer of coarse hemp fiber making up its girth. As it passes slowly beneath me, I have a horrible suspicion of what it in store for me next, and I stare helplessly at the rope's excess fibers that escape its careful manufacture. When the massive rope is finally drawn taut beneath me, a claw descends from the ceiling and I hear another one taking possession of the rope behind me. These claws grasp the ends of the rope tightly and lift it up higher and higher until it rests between my trembling thighs. The machine begins to toy with me, relishing my helplessness, as it begins to jerk the horrid thing back and forth, sawing it deeper and deeper into my helpless cunt and the crack of my ass. Knowing I'm totally in its power, I plead desperately for my life as it plays with my pain, and it's none too soon that I finally pass out, escaping into oblivion.
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.
The Laundromat (4) Top Loader Written by DragonFire I'd waited a whole week before coming back, and I hadn't said a thing to anyone about my amazing experince in the back of the laundromat. My husband Bill'd hardly noticed that I'd been gone all day Sunday, and my daughters had made themselves PB&J and gone off to their dance lesson without a thought. What did I think? The week had gone by in a daze, where everything but the machine's mastery of my body seemed somehow unreal. I'd fingered myself incessantly almost non-stop as soon as everyone was gone from the house. I remembered waking in a comfortable bed with my clothes on and my wash piled and folded in stacks beside me. My body felt awful: pummeled and stretched and scraped and reamed, all at once, but all I could think of was how the machine had taken me and used me in such powerful ways. I've never had such powerful orgasms. I'm back for more. Once again, there's noone in the laundromat at this early hour. Bypassing the front completely, I resolutely push my way through the door that says "ABSOLUTELY NO ADMITTANCE". This time, there's no gas awaiting me, and the rear door clicks and swings open. With no hesitation, I push my way through it. There's a familiar video screen on the wall to my right, next to another door. WELCOME TO WASH-A-WOMAN, SHIRLEY TALBOT. PLEASE REMOVE ALL CLOTHING AND PLACE IN HAMPER TO YOUR LEFT. Looking down, I see a hatch on the wall which obviously is the hamper drawer. Quickly I skin out of my exercise stretchies, delicates and soft soles and place them in the hamper. I eagerly reach for the new door, but the knob doesn't turn. PLEASE REMOVE ALL ARTICLES OF CLOTHING! I realize that I still have my wedding ring on, but I have only a moment's hesitation before I pull it off and toss it into the hamper on top of my clothes. This time, the knob turns and I push on, my naked body already beginning to flush with sexual desire as I skip through. I'm in a small empty chamber with a curtain at one end. In front of my there's a strange contraption that looks a lot like a round laundry basket, made of brown rubber-coated steel, suspended in a framework mounted on wheels. The basket has no bottom, and its rim is halfway between knee- and waist-high. The familiar video screen blinks. PLEASE BE SEATED IN BASKET With some trepidation, I walk around to the front of the device, eyeing it warily. It sits there without moving, and I realize that I'm here to let the machine do what it will with me. I turn, and ease my butt over the rim of the basket, gingerly holding on as I allow myself to slide down completely into it, with my elbows and knees hooked over the sides. I'm folded almost in half, with my knees up against my breasts. The video screen gives another instruction. PLEASE KEEP ARMS IN BASKET. Realizing that this is the point of no return, I slowly lift my arms, and my body sinks deeper into the embrace of the contraption. My knees lift of their own accord, and I give myself fully to the device. My pussy is tingling as I anticipate what the open bottom of the basket implies for my privates, hanging down almost to the floor beneath the open frame. With a jerk, my conveyance starts forward, and the curtain parts before me. A soundproof door rolls back, and I hear the rumble of washing machines at work mixed with the gasps of women being fucked as I enter a largish room with a long row of what appear to be top loading washing machines. I'm startled by the sight of a number of basket-encased females bobbing up and down in the machines. They're all bobbing up and down at different rates, and with every downward stroke, their eyes bulge and they gasp. Seeing the length of the drop, my pussy throbs and my nipples stiffen. As I roll down the aisle between the rows of bobbing women, I realize that there are some who aren't bobbing up and down, and I look into the straining face of one, a pretty Mexican chulita with puffy lips. I can see that she's being worked just as hard as her breath hisses out between parted lips. Her eyes rolled up, she'd oblivious to me as I roll by. My pussy's really juicing now, and I lick my lips in anticipation of what's to come. My carrier stops in front of an open machine, and a skyhook comes down on silent cables to lift my basket over the open top of the machine. I strain to sneak a peek down in, but my own legs obstruct my view forward. The basket lowers into the machine, and the skyhook retreats. With a familiar shift-clunk! the cycle begins. My pussy is almost boiling with desire as the machine starts to vibrate with the resonance of a growl. Something's rising up beneath me, and my sopping pussy offers no resistance as it pushes my swollen labia apart and enters me. I feel two inch-thick cock heads entering me simultaneously and I realize with a start that a strange new sensation means they spiral around a common center. They get thicker as they force their way higher, too, and my pussy begins to stretch around them. They stop moving just three inches into my love box, and my pussy enfolds them greedily, my soft insides collapsing around the twists. My love nectar is gushing freely down the fluted valleys between the two dildoes as my breathing quickens. I can't help it; I want this machine to fuck me and fuck me now! There's another clunk and a deep vibration as a large motor starts to turn the agitator. The twists of the twin spiraling dildoes pull at my cunt walls as the machine draws me slowly but effortlessly down onto it. My butt is pulled deeper and deeper into the machine as the spiraling flutes drive themselves deep into my vagina. My head tilts back and my lips gasp out a silent "Ohhh..." as the machine takes me for the first time. There has to be at least eight inches of the twin cocks buried in my pussy, and it's alive with stretching and filling sensations. The agitator slows to a stop, and the whine of the motor rises as it reverses direction. This time, the spirals push me up off of it, and my eyelids flutter as the tips of the dildoes diddle my outer cunt lips before the agitator stops moving again and I settle back down onto it. In the pause before it starts up again, I feel my body sinking down onto it with my own weight, and I glory in the sensation as my cunt slowly fills with the slick, unbending double cock. The agitator starts to turn again, dragging my pussy down onto it forcefully. More and more, my pussy stretches to handle the thickening shafts, and I realize that I'm past the eight inch mark and going deeper. All I can feel is the joy of being fully fucked as my body is split by the twin driving cocks. As the machine reverses again and pushes me up, I feel my heart fluttering and the flashes starting and my tightly compressed body shakes with what I'm sure is only the first of many orgasms as the dildoes drag me down onto them for the third stroke. "Ohhhh..hhh...hhh...." Down and down I go, and I feel my tight nipple points digging into my thighs as my body shudders in glorious orgasm. Instead of getting thicker, the twin dildoes narrow rapidly as I near the bottom of the drum. I feel like I've got a football inside of me, I think as my butt cheeks finally touch bottom. My vagina closes tightly around them, clinging to the steely stalks that are giving it so much pleasure. There's a full foot of them inside of me now, and I feel the twin tips pushing hard against the gateway to my womb. Remembering the brutality of my first rape session at the laundromat, I breathe a silent sigh of relief that I've finally bottomed out. I'm definitely full enough to satisfy me, and my tender pussy is stretched painfully by the twin cocks. It's time for another upstroke, and I sense the machine turning faster as it thrusts my burning cunt up off of it. There's barely a pause to breathe as it stops and reverses course at the top of its stroke. The dildoes claw demandingly at my cunt flesh as the agitator drags me forcefully down onto it, impaling me fully once again, and the machine settles into an unstoppable driving tempo as it thrusts itself into me again and again. My cunt rockets to another smashing orgasm as I'm stretched to the limit again and again and it pounds me with its steel cock meat. My body bobs up and down quicker and quicker, and my gasping cries join those of the other orgasming women as the top loader fucks me again and again! Finally it slows, and my chest heaves as the machine slowly lifts me up and down its length. My cunt feels gloriously used, and my diaphragm is still fluttering with the echoes of my last orgasm. It seems that it's slowing completely to a stop, but as I reach the crest of one final push, and it reverses course and slowly pulls me steadily downward once again. There's a click and a growl beneath me, then a clunk, as I am drawn downward with a steady pull. At the seven-inch point, I feel a new sensation pushing its way between my butt cheeks. The spiral dildoes continue to tug me downward, and as I drop I feel the greasy tip of another intruder prodding at my asshole. Helplessly, I try to clench, but my steady downward motion drives the rapidly widening blunt tip of the plug remorselessly against my anal ring. Just as I feel my sphincter starting to stretch, the mighty machine stops and reverses course, and I gasp in grateful relief as the spiral dildoes lift me off it and up to the top of the stroke. My relief is short-lived as the machine once again draws me down onto the plug. I feel a thick coating of grease lining my anus from its first thrusting intrusion, and this time the machine continues to force me downward onto the unmoving invader. As my sphincter begins to stretch around its widening girth, I tilt my head back with a loud wail of anguish, and the action causes my butt to push itself down even harder onto the intruding monster. I yelp as my asshole closes around the base of the massive plug, and i realize that it now holds me firmly stuck to the bottom of the drum. All motion stops, and my racing heart quivers as I realize that I'm now set for the second cycle of mechanical rape. The top loader is not quite done preparing me, though, and the machine whirs as something small lifts itself out of the base of the drum between my brutally stretched cunt lips. I feel it probing at my upper slit, and with a shock I realize it's a small brush that's aiming for my clit. Up til now, my clit has been out of the stimulation picture except for the stretching and pulling caused as the massive double-dildo fucked my cunt, but as the little brush insistently probes at my treasure's protective hood, my body begins to gush again with erotic thoughts as I realize the possibilities of this new mechanical feature, and my clit begins to come out to play. Another massive clunk shakes the machine, and the agitator once again begins to turn. This time, however, with my body pinned to the bottom of the drum, it can't lift me up, and I feel the flutes twisting deep within my body as they force my cunt walls out of their way. My hips attempt to twist with the motion of the agitator, but I am stopped by the unmoving pillar stuck up my ass, and all that happens is that the little brush whisks tauntingly across my clit. The agitator reverses, and I feel the massive dildoes clutching at my insides on what used to be the down-stroke. Again my asshole tugs at the base of the intruder as I strain to turn, but again all that happens is the maddening little brush whisking across my clit. The mechanical agitator picks up speed and it jerks my body left and right with determined strokes, and the massive dildoes work their way around unstoppably inside of my straining pussy. As the machine picks up speed, its twisting strokes drag the tiny brush across my nubbin again and again! I've never in my life been fucked like this! I rock my hips in time with the machine's twisting thrusts to bring the devilish little brush more and more into contact with my rising clit as it swells with the blood of hot desire. The top loader's rocking as it gets fully into the rhythm of its mechanical cycle, and my eyes glaze over as the twisting fullness yanking my pussy insides around blends with the tearing pulls on my anal ring, and the intense, whipping strikes of the tiny clit brush put me over the top into another shuddering climax that goes on and on and on... Finally, the machine slows to a halt, and I'm left huffing with the afterglow of the huge climax as I catch my breath. With a whine, the clit brush retreats back into the machine, and I grunt with anguished surprise as it yanks the massive butt plug out of my ass in one pull, leaving my ass burning and clenching in shock. I hear an empty basket cart rolling up to the front of the machine, and once again the skyhook lowers to grasp the rim of my basket cage. The crane lifts me up slowly, and I feel every twist of the dildoes as I am drawn up off of them for the last time. I imagine my swollen pussy hanging down beneath the basket as the skyhook lowers me into the cart. Still twitching from the passionate release, I wonder what the dry cycle's like...
The Laundromat (5) Dry Cleaning Written by DragonFire The cart carries my basket-caged body out of the top loader room, and it turns a corner and enters another room through a silently sliding door. This room is filled with hisses and whooshes of escaping steam, and again I hear moaning gasps and muffled cries from women undergoing unknown processes. The cart stops before an empty machine, and my basket splits in half as I am lowered to the ground. I tumble out awkwardly, my legs cramped from their long confinement and, if truth be told, from my muscular straining as I orgasmed again and again on the thrusting double dildoes of the top loader. I roll to my feet, wobbling a bit and look around. The open machine in front of me looks a lot like a coffin, so I quickly look away to examine one that's next to me, grunting along as it works over its captive female. All I can see is her head, sticking out of the top of the coffin-like device, which is now horizontal. Now that it's flat, I'm reminded of a dry-cleaning press, and to confirm that impression, a whoosh... hiss! escapes from somewhere inside of it. Her head jerks in response, and I walk around to the front of the machine to see what I can of her bondage. She's a gorgeous brunette, almost as pretty as I am, with her long brown hair piled up on top of her head. Her head is cranked back by the tension of a device like a horse's bit strapped into her mouth. Instead of a metal rod for a bit, the captive's mouth is filled with a large red rubber ball, puffing her cheeks out. With a rumble, a large boxy structure rolls forward on tracks over the part of the press where her midsection is, but I can't see what it's doing to her. All I know is that her eyes bulge out and she gurgles spittle as the machine torments her in some unknown fashion, and she's covered with sweat. The boxy thing retreats again towards her feet, and once again I hear the whoosh... hiss! of air coming from underneath. I look down, but again the diabolical mechanisms are hidden from view by cloaking black sheet metal. Backing away and turning my head to avoid her straining face, I can't close my ears to the piteous gasps that surround me. This is just too much, and my eyes seek a way out of this torture chamber. There's another door to the side, and I run to it as quickly as I can. I hesitate for a second, but anything seems better to me than this. I yank the door open and slam it shut behind me! My heart pounding I whirl around, and I see that there are two things in this room: my old friend the robot and a padded leather pillion like a vaulting horse. The robot glides out from behind the pillion, and I see with mounting dismay that his huge black dildo-cock is already extended from its hangar, in full rampant display. I whirl to the door again, but it's locked itself behind me. Taking advantage of that moment, the robot dashes across the room and grabs my waist from behind. It lifts me off the floor, and my wildly kicking feet do it no damage as at clasps my back to its chest and turns with me to the pillion. Slamming me down across it with a whuff! of forced breath, I lay draped across it in helpless fear as it holds my waist immobile. My fear builds as something extends out from below and kicks my legs wide apart, and I start to scream as I feel the massive cock head thrusting forward to position itself at my asshole. I try to struggle, but the unfeeling machine keeps me in place with little effort, and it begins to drive the massive dildo forward into my tender rear entrance. My butt hole is still greasy from the top loader, and it's the only thing that allows me to take the monster without tearing wide open. There's nothing I can do except scream in pain as the relentless robot inches the horrible thing into my ass. I feel each horrid ridge and bump as they drag through my clinging, tortured sphincter, and my asshole fills with it as the robot forces all of the brutal thing into me. Finally it's in, I realize as I whimper in anguished pain. My butt cheeks are planted firmly against the front of the robot's metal shell, and my ass is merely screaming instead of shrieking in pain as it had been during the violation. I'm now fully impaled, and the robot releases my waist, holding me against the pillion with his bulk. His grippers reach out under my chest, and before I realize it they've trapped my heaving breasts in their grasp. It lifts my torso up to a forty-five degree angle and drags me away from the pillion. I feel like a mascot mounted on the front of a sailing ship as the robot turns with me towards the door I'd entered through. As it clicks open before his advance, the horrible thing begins to lift me and drop me, thrusting the massive black pole deeper into my ass, but I stop struggling as it squeezes my tits in painfully crushing warning. The machine glides across the room with me and I feel all the women's sympathetic eyes upon me as it deposits me on the floor in front of the open machine. I wonder how many of them made the same awful choice I did, and suffered the same punishment. The robot drags the terrible dildo out of my ass with an audible plop, and I stagger as it releases me. I turn to look at it, but there's no face to look at. It just stands there implacably, reminding me that I truly have no choice but to submit myself to whatever my master the machine orders. Resigned, I turn to the open coffin in front of me. There's a woman-shaped cutout in the inner lining of the device, with front and back in the main portion and the top door. As I saw before, it extends only neck-high and it's obvious where my head is intended to go. A pair of breast high holes in the front and a figure-8 shaped hole for my rear show me which way I'm expected to step up into the box. For a moment I study the square opening in the front section where my hips will go with concern, but the looming bulk of the robot behind me -- and my burning behind -- remind me that I don't have much choice. I shudder as I wonder what would happen to me if I refuse twice! Screwing up my courage, I step up into the box and insert my feet into the holes provided. There's lots of slop in the space around me, and I lay my arms in the slots provided. There are grips for my hands to grasp, and I take advantage of them as the heavy door hisses shut around me and latches, leaving only my head exposed. My question about the extra space is answered as the hissing thump of a compressor starts to pump the lining full of hot air. The increasing pressure on my back forces my breasts to stick out through the holes in front, and I can see my nipples sticking bravely out in front of me, and I begin to sweat as the fuzzy lining material heats up around me. With the silence of heavy hydraulics, the entire coffin tilts forward, and my brave little titties disappear into the mysterious contraption. As my body tilts forward, I see a pair of arms holding up the straps of the ball gag before my face. I decide not to try to avoid it, since the normal operation of the machine appears to be punishing enough, and I grab the ball like I'm biting on an apple. A big apple it is, and as I continue to the horizontal position the taut straps pull it firmly behind my teeth and draw my head back. There's a mechanical rumble, and I feel a firm, padded lump press firmly against my pussy. A thick, wide leather mushroom like a saddle horn begins to force its way into my cunt. Since I'm dry, the tough leather scrapes at my tender privates. It isn't that tall, and my body surges with relief as it finally pops inside and my cunt lips close around its narrow stalk. The devilish thing has another design wrinkle, however, and I feel my cunt lips spreading around a pair of narrow ridges edged with raw leather and lacing that extend forward from the mushroom stalk, and I suffer from the realization that my clit is not going to escape from torment in this machine. The saddle continues to lift under me, but now I feel the rest of it making contact with my mons. Rising irresistibly, the saddle forces my beautiful bubble butt up into the hole provided for it, arching my spine. I imagine the sight a watcher would see, my twin globes of tender clear flesh rising defenselessly out of the grim, dark gray metal of the coffin. An electric forklift moves in to set the mysterious box on top of my machine, and it covers my naked ass. The saddle horn begins to vibrate strongly, teasing me, but then the action shifts to the front of the machine as it prepares my tits for their treatment. I can't see anything happening, but the noise tells me something's coming. I'm right, and I jerk as something like a thick rubber sleeve snaps into place around my breasts, one at a time. They cling tightly but not painfully to the base of my pears, but not to my aureoles or nipples. I'm left in silence to ponder my fate, sweating and baking in the hot lining and enduring the buzz of the saddle horn. Bored, I begin to work my cunt against the horn, rocking my pubes against the ridges of the saddle. The horn gives me a satisfying fullness as it scratches my insides. It isn't deep like a cock, and it stretches me in new ways I'm starting to find erotic. My juices start to flow, and I begin to tease my clit with the ridges. There's a rumble behind me, and I realize I'm about to find out the secret of the rolling box. Suddenly, my cheeks are seared by a really hot felt-covered roller, but it barely grazes me as it passes over. Even so, my hips buck as wildly as they can in their confinement, driving me up and down on the saddle horn. The box retreats, and my butt feels the heat of the roller as it passes safely over. The first whoosh of air is next, and my eyes go wide as the stretchy sleeves fill with scalding steam. I yelp in muffled anguish as the clinging rubber transfers the awful heat directly to my breast flesh, and I can feel them start to bake. The sleeves continue to fill with steam, compressing my tits. Finally the hiss comes, and the pressure releases. As the steam escapes back into the machine, the terrible heat on my breast flesh begins to abate and I groan in relief behind the gag. The cycle begins again, and the rumbling box starts to move. The roller makes contact a fraction lower, and again my hips buck wildly as the searing pain lasts a little longer. The steam cycle is even more intense, and it seems that the steaming rubber squeezes my tits even tighter. I feel my nipples reaching forward in the only direction they can go as my tit flesh bakes. Finally, the hiss of release comes. Again the box irons my butt with the searing hot roller, and again the pain lasts a fraction longer as I buck my butt in anguished pain. The scalding heat of the steam grabs my breasts and again it squeezes them even tighter. I jerk in surprise as one of my outstretched nipples makes contact with something in front of it that seems to cling for an instant. The release comes, and all I can think of is the relief from the baking, scalding heat. The roller bears down even harder, and my hips bounce helplessly up and down between the searing pain and the gouging saddle horn. I'm starting to fall into a sweaty, delirious daze, and it seems only an instant before the shock of the hot steam squeezes my tits again. Harder, again, and I come back to full consciousness to see if I can figure out what new torment awaits my nipples. This time, both nipples make contact and I feel the teasing grasp of something, but as the air valve releases, my nipples once again escape. The box irons my butt with deliberate but unfeeling energy. Each time it passes, the roller hits a little lower, and now it's starting to roll my gluteal flesh in a wave before it, extending my torment. As my tortured butt does everything it can do to escape, my cunt grinds itself down onto the hard leather saddle horn. Unable to stop myself, my mindless grinding is causing the evil ridges to dig into the hood surrounding my clitoris, and the stimulation is bringing it awake in spite of the waves of pain that rock my body. In my dazed stat, I realize that the machine is once again going to abuse me into a shattering climax. Right now, I'm nowhere near that and I can't even conceive of the possibility of orgasmic release in the midst of all this torment, but I know the machine is patient. Once again the scalding steam whooshes through the lines and fills the rubber sleeves. Its scalding grip bears down harder and harder on my baking tit flesh, and my nipples reach forward and I feel them pushing apart the teeth of some sort of spring-loaded gripper with serrated jaws of hard rubber. As the release comes, the grasping jaws pull free, but I know it's only a matter of a few more cycles at best before my nips are trapped in that grip. Again the cycle begins, and now my deranged mind is looking for ways to overlay my torment with the thrill of being sexually conquered by my mechanical master. As the box rolls over me, I strain to lift my butt as high as I can, imagining that the masterful machine is spanking my beautiful butt cheeks with the hot roller, and as I lift up and press back, my clit itself begins to buck back and forth between the exposed leather ridges, and as I rub its tender flesh raw, sparks of its pain mix with my crazed, building ecstasy, and I grind my cunt down even harder on the brutal leather. My cunt is awash with woman juice and I'm bucking the saddle horn around inside of me with mindless abandon. My nipples stiffen into rock-hard points as I realize I'm once again being brutally fucked to climax by the diabolical machine, and I discover that I love this wave of craziness that I'm riding. Again the steam hits, and it's as if the machine has decided that this cycle will be the one that it entraps my nipples. The scalding rubber sleeves squish my tits like toothpaste tubes, and my erect nipples shoot forward into the jaws of the waiting grippers! The force of their entry causes the retainer clips to release, and the grippers claim my stiff nipples like dogs biting down on juicy meat bones. My eyes bulge, and my lips emit a gurgling scream as I ram my clit down into the cruelly serrated leather's grasp again and again. Sensing my surrender, the machine speeds up! With my nipples trapped in the grasp of the grippers, the steam begins to pulse faster and faster, mashing my abused tits and causing the grippers to tear at my nipple flesh like a dog worrying a bone. Through my haze of pain, I buck myself as hard as I can against the saddle horn and its tearing ridges of hard leather. The box has redoubled its efforts as well, and now it's frying my butt in both directions, forcing me down brutally onto the saddle horn. My hips are juddering as my eyes bulge out of my head, and finally the crashing explosion of my long-delayed release engulfs me. I wail past the huge rubber ball gag as the machine conquers me once again! The steam stops, the roller box stops, and even the saddle horn stops buzzing, but my sweaty body continues to grunt and thrust and pull itself against the saddle horn and nipple grippers, staying clear only of the vicious clit stimulator. As I spin off into delirious nothingness, I wonder crazily if I'll ever be able to get excited by a normal fucking again...
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