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...
