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.
