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.
