I shudder with my heart in my throat as I realize how totally helpless I am. Theres 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.

Id waited a whole week before coming back, and I hadnt said a thing to anyone about my amazing experince in the back of the laundromat. My husband Billd hardly noticed that Id been gone all day Sunday, and my daughters had made themselves PBJ 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 machines mastery of my body seemed somehow unreal. Id fingered myself incessantly almost non-stop as soon as everyone was gone from the

My breathing slowly returns to normal, more or less, and I take stock of my situation. Im hanging in a shower-like chamber in a monstrous automated machine called a WASH-A-WOMAN, and my bodys still trembling in reaction to the brutal assault Ive just suffered. Ive been covered in stinging, foamy soap, and my pussy and ass are still reeling and spasming from the brutal water rape theyve just suffered through. My mind can hardly focus, and I cant help but dread whatevers coming next. Theres 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 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,

Theres 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.

Theres 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 Im dry, the tough leather scrapes at my tender privates. It isnt that tall, and my body surges with relief as it finally pops inside and my cunt lips close around its narrow stalk.

There is silence as everything stops. I examine this new contraption, but theres little more to see than Ive 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.

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

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 boyfriends jeans and T-shirts. Some equal partnership! He watches football all day and I sit in this Laundromat cleaning his beer-stained T-shirts! Im alone in the big empty place, it being early Sunday morning.

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 Id been able to escape my predicament. Im still stretched taut in the grasp of the WASH-A-WOMAN, and its now raped me and violated me a half dozen different painful and humiliating ways. Im still alive despite the brutal treatment, and I wonder fleetingly whats next on its agenda.