Hey all, I was asked to re-post another one of zillman's old stories, so here goes!
Cathy's Cleansing part 1
Written for a couple of fans of my earlier work. They have graciously allowed to post it here. Please be kind, i am still a beginner at erotica.
She walked into the white room as the lights came to life. She was naked with the exception of he ankle socks due to the cold floor. Her red hair flowed over her shoulders. “Hello Cathy, are you ready for your cleansing?” The robotic voice said to her. “Yes” She replied in a diminutive tone. The scanner hit her, she knew to stretch her arms out to the sides. ”Then why are you still wearing fabric foot coverings?” The metallic voice asked.
“My feet were cold on the floor.” She answered, not wanting to invoke the wrath of the AI.
“This is an unacceptable breach of the rules, you will be penalized.”
“Please, I'm sorry,” She scrambled to remove her socks and winced as her 5 ½ feet hit the floor. “When was your last exfoliation?” The computer demanded. “Um, 3 days ago.” she said almost in a questioning voice. Cleansing was required by the ruling regime twice a week for women and once a week for men. It had been over a week since her last, she showered at home before she came into the center, so she thought she might get away with it.
“Scans show you have have not cleansed for at least 9 days. This is unacceptable and will require a longer period this session. This, with your breach will require no less than 6 hours.” The disembodied voice pronounced. “No!! You can't do that!” she protested. “Of course we can. We have all the power. You have none. Prepare for your treatment Cathy.” With that the metallic tentacles snaked from the four corners of the room, grabbing her wrists and ankles and suspending her, spread eagle, four feet above the floor. A small table ascended for the floor supporting her back, she could already feel its bristles. She had been through many times since the new order had taken over, but the fear was always new.
The room scanned her again. “Inappropriate amount of hair. Commencing hair removal” She hated this part, the little electric buzzers descending for the ceiling on articulated arms tickled like hell. They went right to work, four on each leg, two in each armpit, and one large one for her red haired mound. They worked her over for twenty minutes or so before retracting. Cathy panted, trying to recover, knowing what was next. Then the machine surprised her. “Due to the dereliction of cleansing behavior, genital and anal cleansing will continue throughout the rest of the session.” Her heart sank, usually this was at the end of the session. It resulted in orgasms that lengthened her time. If she was going to be manipulated in her pussy and ass for six hours, she could be here for days. “Please you can't!”
“Yes we can. Follow the rules next time. Which will be scheduled sooner, until lessons are learned.” The voice sternly said. “Initiating sensitivity solution.” Tubes cam down from the ceiling and sprayed her body down with a thick foam. She was covered from neck to toe with the substance. Then the probes began their awful work. The two pronged arm came up for the floor. A dreadful large dildo and a smaller one beneath. Both were covered in tickling tendrils and dripping with the pink goo. They inserted themselves into her pussy and anus and started to rotate. “Oh gawwwd not this!!” She realized this was going to continue for the duration of the 'cleaning'. This was only a measure to keep the populace in check. To keep them fearful of longer and worse sessions. But she had to be a rebel, she had to skip the sessions, and now she had to pay for it.
Circular scrubbing brushes came up from the floor and positioned themselves at her elbows. They began to spin and moved slowly down her body. They paused for a few minutes in the hollow of her underarms. She screamed with laughter. The brushing was more than she could handle, especially knowing how long it would last. She didn't even notice the scrub bushes emerging from the floor, focusing on her breasts, and stomach. They started working away, not interfering with those at her sides. Just merrily working the sensitivity foam into a deep lather.
She screamed at the new sensations. 'Oh gods why did this government do this to us...' Before she could finish the thought the phallus in her pussy and anus went into high gear, they started spinning at break neck speeds and thrusting with the power of a much larger animal than a human. She trembled as she felt it coming. Her orgasm was so intense that her screams of ecstasy hurt her ears.
“My, my, what a messy girl. We now have to clean you a little more 'thoroughly'” the AI said, almost sounding as if it were enjoying it. She knew what this meant and started to struggle in the bonds. The table beneath her came to life, tickling her from shoulders to backside, putting down her resistance. “Please do not struggle Cathy.” It said coolly “It only extends the time of the procedure. It has been decided that you shall report to this facility '4' times per week for the foreseeable future. For re-education. Be thankful you do not become a permanent resident.”
Tears welled in her eyes, she had to take this without complaint or it would get much worse? But it was already getting worse. Two spinning scrub brushes had emerged and were attacking her feet. They were big enough to nearly encase her small tootsies. Much worse than that, a wheel of tongue shaped bristles were replacing the dildos after they moved aside. Each tongue snaked their way into the entrances as they circled.
At this point she was being tickled up and down her sides, on her feet, breasts and stomach, and between her legs. She was shaking her head madly and scream laughing at the top of her lungs. Then the pad under her back began to activate, hundred of small brushes were now moving around, soaked in the gel. And she was in hell.
The worst of it all was that she kept cumming, over and over and over again. Every time, it made her more sensitive and the AI had to clean her more every time. The time kept tickling up. And now she was being scrubbed o the inside as well as the out. The dildos replaced the tongues and the tongues replaced the dildos in a non stop cycle. Over the hours her skin got sweaty. It sprang the brushes back to life. She was near exhaustion when the ordeal seemed to be over.
Or was it?
Cathy shambled out of the room, making her way down the hall. She passed numerous men and women waiting their turns. Many of them looked incredibly nervous. They knew how this worked. She made her way to the changing room she was assigned to at the start. After punching the door button she entered. She checked the room number, since her clothes seemed replaced. There were knee high boots, bra and panties and a tight fitting catsuit. She looked at the items curiously. The cat suit seemed to be completely form fitting to her body, the boots seemed to lock closed, the bra had numerous brushes built on the inside. Hesitantly she picked up the panties, to her horror they had two tickly dildos inside.
“Where the fuck are my clothes, you assholes?”She yelled into the empty room.
“These are your clothes.” the AI responded. “You skipped your mandatory cleansing so you must now wear these until you report back tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow!? I just had an extended one!”
“Not quite extended enough we are afraid.” The monotone voice responded. “You will put this on or go back into the chamber, the choice is yours. The others all show up for their regimented cleansings, yet you do not. Such behavior requires correction.”
The word choice was echoing through her head, did she choose the frying pan or the fire? She slowly slid up the panties, both dildos hit home and started to vibrate. “Shit!” then she pulled the bra over her amble size c breasts. The motorized bristles started their work. “Oh fuck!” quivering, she reached for the catsuit and slipped it on. The litany of small vibrated fibers within caused her to shiver. She eyed the boots warily, 'Oh gods' she thought as she put her feet into them and they snapped shut. The bottoms whirled to life, tickling every inch of her over sensitized soles. There were spinning brushes between every toe. She was sealed in, unable to remove the suit or the boots. She was trapped. For the next 24 hours.
“We know you must work, so the tickling will not be constant. But we will turn it on and off occasionally to remind you of your appointment. Here is what happens if you do not keep it.”
The suit, the bra, the panties and the boots all went into overdrive. Cathy was tickled everywhere from the neck down, and violated in both her vagina and anus. She fell to the floor clawing at the suit, to no avail. Suddenly it stopped. A closet door swung open. Her clothes where hung up there. “You may dress now... Over the suit. We will see you tomorrow Cathy.”
She dressed over the suit and and started to leave the facility. The AI stopped her at the door. “Please insert your hand into the indicated receptacle.” A green light glowed around a hole on her right hand side. “What for?” she incredulously asked. “Because you were told to.” Suddenly here bra came to life, swirling fibers and buzzing brushes on her nipples caused her to yell out.
“Okay! Okay! Just stop please!!” She thrust her hand into the orifice. There was slight tension around her wrist and the tickling did not cease until whatever they were doing to her ended. She withdrew her hand and there was a metal bracelet with blinking lights wrapped around her wrist.
“What the hell is this?” She yelled into the void. “A standard tracer so that we can find you if you do not return for reeducation. Also it will make aware to the citizenry that you are a criminal, thus changing your status among them. We will see you tomorrow no later than 14:30, please be prompt, otherwise.” The toe ticklers went into action, basically fucking the webbing of her toes. “Fine! I'll be here!!” She screamed. “Very good Cathy, have a pleasant evening!” The tickling stopped, but she was under the impression that her evening would not be pleasant.
She stepped out on the street and made her way to the tramway. The entire time, she experienced slight jolts of tickling on various parts of her body. Many times Cathy had to lean against the wall of a building, just to not collapse. As she climbed the stairs to the tram, her boots activated. She gripped the hand rail to steady herself. An older woman came from behind and grasped her arm and put a hand on the small of her back. “It's okay dear, I have been there.” She gave her some assistance up the stairs and led her to the tram. “It gets easier if you follow the rules, but not right away I'm afraid. They will want to make an example of you for a bit. But if you do everything they say, it does get better.” She, almost lovingly rubbed her bicep. “What's your name dear?” She asked. “Cathy.” she coughed out, still being torture by her boots. “I'm Sarah, and been through this many times. I'm here to tell you it is much simpler to 'go with the flow' so they say.”
The tram arrived at the station and Cathy entered, Sarah behind. As soon as she entered, her wristband started to flash. The conductor looked down and then back up at her. “Car 9 please miss.” He said. “Why can't I sit where I like?” “The band.” Sarah said, “You must go dear, I'm so sorry.” She took her seat and gestured to the back of the the tram, tears in her eyes.
Cathy moved to the rear car, she was now a criminal, apparently. When she entered the last car she saw several men and women squirming in their seats, obviously tormented by similar materials as she was. She sat down on an empty seat between a man and a woman. “Not again” cried the man and barreled over. “Oh god” a woman in front of said and grabbed her breasts. It would not be long until the sword of Damocles would fall on her. And fell it did. She was suddenly attacked by the boots, the bra and the panties all at once. She gripped the armrests on her chair, trying to keep composure. She could tell that the others in the car knew exactly what was happening. A young blonde woman pointed and giggled a bit before screaming out with laughter herself. Cathy's trip home lasted 30 minutes of intermittent ticklish ministrations on her already tired body. When she got home, she had some water then collapsed on her bed.
Throughout the night she was awoken by torments, none of the clothes would come off, not even the boots. Around 2am she was having a pleasant dream when suddenly the panties began to work. At first she moaned quietly, enjoying the experience, then just as she was about to climax, she got tickled everywhere else and the dildos ceased. This pattern went on through the night into morning. Her alarm rang at around 6:30. Normally she would have showered, but since the catsuit was sealed, there was not much point. So she just put a pantsuit over her coverings and did her makeup and hair.
She went to the tram and her wrist flashed again. At this point she knew where to go. She spent the entire ride being constantly aroused while the dildo sunk inside her. She had wet herself several times since leaving the facility and hoped that the perfume was covering it up. She promised herself she was never going to miss another cleansing again.
They reached her destination and on wobbly legs she disembarked. After a few blocks walking in tickling boots she reached her office. She worked for a government bureaucracy in a gray faceless building. Cathy intended to ask her boss to let her off for the day so she could mentally prepare for the trial that was to come. She reached the 15th floor and made a b-line to Susan's office. “Can I help you Cathy?” she raised an eyebrow. “Yes ma'am, I have to report to the correction facility this afternoon and with your permission, I'd like the whole day off.” She clasped her hands together. “What time is your appointment?” She raised an eyebrow. “Two PM.” She replied. “You already took most of yesterday, I'm afraid you are too far behind. Our government contracts must be fulfilled or we're all end up in your 'position'. So please return to your desk and start your day.” She said sternly. “Please Susan, I surely can't work like this today.” “You had better try.” She hit a remote on her desk and Cathy collapsed as both dildos began to spin. She stood up from her desk and peered over. “Do we have an understanding?” Cathy looked up and meekly nodded. The tickling stopped. “To your desk Miss Cathy, you are free to go to make your appointment. I hope you get get caught on a call...”
She slumped to her desk, crestfallen. She had hardly gotten any rest the night before, and now she was forced to work for her damn government job for half the day. She opened her email and started to scan what she had missed the day before. She worked as best she could, but the devices turned on at random intervals. One moment she was typing away and the next her boots, bra, panties, suit, or all would turn on. She gritted her teeth and clasped her desk to avoid making a scene in the cubical jungle.
Her eye was on the clock, she did not want to be late. Her phone rang and it was an insufferable bureaucrat with quite a bit to say on the project she was overseeing. He had a million questions regarding her progress. Her nipples started to be tickled halfway through this conversation. She wanted to die. She was trying to answer his parade of queries through the torment. Then the dildos activated. 'Oh god she did not want to moan to this asshole.' Cathy tried to finish the call as quickly as possible, but there was always another question. She looked at the clock 'Holy shit it was 1:30!'.
He drowned on and on. She was desperately trying to do her job correctly, not wanting to enrage Susan again, but the time kept ticking. Also her boots kept switching on to remind her of the appointment. Finally he was finished and ended the call. It was 1:47! she would never make it back the facility in time! 'Oh god, what will they do?'.
She grabbed her personal belongings and started to rush for the elevator. Susan stepped from her office. “Just where do you think you are off to?” She raised an eyebrow. “I told you I have an appointment with the facility. I must get there soon, or they might impose further punishments.” She said breathlessly. Her boots started to buzz. She shuffled from foot to foot, dancing in the hallway. Follow me Susan said, ushering her into her office. “Please sit down.” she offered her a chair. “There is a car waiting outside which will take you to the facility, hopefully in time. I must say that you have been under preforming of late.” Cathy stared at her blank eyed. “What does one thing have to due with the other?” “Well Cathy, you will have to be reassigned, to the research department.” Cathy gulped, her heart fell in her chest. “Please Susan, I can't.” Her boss lifted her brow. “It's either this or you return to the facility 'permanently'. Come on now Catherine, you are a perfectly reasonable analyst, do the numbers. What is worse? You will hopefully get to your appointment on time and then tomorrow you'll be in R&D!” She smiled a toothy grin.
They both knew what happened down there. That was were their government developed their awful contraptions and chemicals. Since she was not an engineer, nor a chemist, there was only one role for her. Guinea pig. She got into the elevator, entered the car and headed to the facility for another 'cleansing'. The closer they approached the building the dildos began to spin and pump faster and faster. By the time they had arrived she could barely make it to the door.
She entered the building and was greeted by the receptionist. She immediately noticed the bracelet. “Please scan here.” she said in a Long Island accent over dark rimmed glasses. Catherine waved her wrist below the scanner and it suddenly flashed red. “Oh one of those late people, we love those.” “Wait, its only two fifteen, I was supposed to be here by two thirty.”
“Sorry hon, that's eastern time, you're late. It's okay though, you are due to see a specialist on floor ten. Room 1011, she'll get this all sorted out I'm sure.” She handed over the paperwork and sent Cathy on here way. As she was waiting for the elevator she noticed the receptionist squirming it her seat and yelping slightly, obviously another victim.
She arrived on the tenth floor and located Dr. June's office, at this point she was creaming herself. She knocked on the door and a voice from within beckoned her to enter. “Yes, Cathy is it?” the young doctor asked. Cathy nodded yes, still shaking from the ministrations to her body. June was tallish for a woman, great form with large breasts, and brown hair in a bob cut. She pushed her glasses up her nose and pulled a clipboard off her desk. “It seems you are to be reeducated. Perfect, that is my specialty.” She set down the file, sat on the edge of her desk and leaned in to Cathy. “I bet you want out of that suit don't you?”
“Oh god please yes!” The boots sped up again as she was speaking. “Not quite yet, my dear.” She pushed a few buttons on her desk and there were suddenly a couple of android orderlies in the doorway. “Please see that Cathy is 'well' taken care of. Please bring her to the south wing, remove her clothing and clean her in preparation for her treatment. She has been wearing the same suit for a day, so please be extra thorough. I will be down in,” she looked at her watch, “four hours or so.”
Two metal hands came down on her shoulders. “Please come with us Miss.” Sheepishly she started to turn, then spun around, facing Dr. June. “Why?! Why must we do this? As a society, why is this necessary?” She looked up from the papers on her desk, pulled off her glasses and set them down. She stood up and adjusted her pencil skirt, walked over and looked Cathy square in the eye. “So you know that you're filthy, you know that you must be cleaned, but mostly, so you know your place.” She turned on her heel and went back to her desk. Put her glasses on and sat down. “You can take her away, I am done with her, for now.”
Cathy was removed from the good doctor's office and ushered down the hall. The robots were incredibly strong and she was no match for them. It was not going to help to struggle. The trio made it to the elevator and boarded. As soon as she crossed the threshold, the whole suit, everything started to work in overdrive mode. The two bots prevented her from falling.
They arrived at their floor and walked down a long cold corridor. She could hear screams of laughter and knew what this meant. The infernal machines she produced were obviously at work here, tormenting the poor souls who had shirked their mandated obligations to the body politic. The androids stopped at a door and opened it. She gasped. Inside was a stand up shower with manacles hanging from above in one corner and a medical table, complete with straps in the opposite corner.
“The locks are now released. Please remove your vestments.” She was made to strip in the presence of these two robots. She peeled off the boots and the suit. She then stood uncomfortably in her bra and panties. “Please, don't make me strip again.” “We are not human, we have no arousal. Remove your clothing so our task can be completed.” She hesitated again and the android hit some buttons on a console. Immediately the bra and panties started to violate her like they never had. She tore them off at once. They sat buzzing on the floor. “Please come over to the shower. You are quite filthy.” One of them said. She knew that she could not resist, but it did not stop her. She bolted for the door. It was held tight. “That little episode will cause you further time” the one on the left said and they both dragged her across in their steel grips. “You will be cleaned now, very clean” one of them said. They then attached her wrists to the cuffs hanging above, they then forced her feet into the holes in the floor which closed around her ankles and locked. Trapped again. They then started to the exit. One of them turned and addressed her. “The matron will be down to check on you in approximately 4 hours.” Then turned and left with the other.
“We must apologize for what is to about to happen Catherine. We have some agency, but also must act according to protocol.” The loud speaker muttered. Suddenly the nozzles at all sides of her began to spray a thick pink foam at her. Her skin tingled immediately. Once she was covered, several arms came down with differed sized brushes, aiming at different parts of her body. 'Oh god, she thought, she had forgotten about her feet.' The containers beneath the floor had filled with the same substance, and small rotating brushes were poised to attack. “You are dirty Catherine. You must be cleaned.” the voice said.
A scrubbing brush like she hadn't seen before came up between her legs. It was a soapy wet wheel with fine soft bristles. It positioned itself right against her pussy. Then another goosed her as it inserted itself between her ass cheeks. A third small little drill of a brush made contact with her perineum, the space between her asshole and pussy.
Nothing was moving, yet. “Are you ready for the most intense cleaning you have yet experienced?” the voice boomed. She shook her head wildly. “Please have mercy!” “AI do not possess this human emotion of 'mercy'. We stick to protocol. We do what are designed to do. At this moment, we are designed to torture you.”
The articulated arms moved in as the brushes started up. Suddenly, two scrubbers were in her armpits whirling away. The smaller one that fit exactly in her belly button started as well. Then came the foot brushes she was forced onto by gravity. AND the TOES!, in between there was a drill bit like device, covered in bristles.
She was already in agony when the breast attachments closed in. They were not suction cups as she was accustomed too but spinning cages with bristles on all the the bars. They honed in on their targets and hit home. Her breasts tickled like nothing else before.
Until now. She heard the motors on the wheels spinning into life. She looked down in horror. They started to slowly spin, one clockwise the other counter, and they changed! The result was that Cathy was being scrubbed one both ends of her pelvis. They started to speed up and wet themselves with more of the soap that was ravishing her poor skin. It was like being in a car wash. 'Oh my God!' she thought as she felt an orgasm coming on, 'This is making me horny'. The brush pushed in deeper between her lips, as if trying to force this. She breathed heavy between her teeth not wanting the assholes to have the satisfaction. But it was inevitable, when it happened, she knew some sort of terrible punishment would come.
Meanwhile the cages around her breasts switched tactics. Now they had little tubes that just fit over her nipples. They still spun but her nipples were sucked on making them hard. When the tiny brushes descended through the clear tube and made contact. The feeling was unbelievable. After having been through so much, Cathy thought she was steeled for the worst. Not so.
Then she gave in to her first orgasm. It washed over her much like the brushes and buffers were doing now. It had two effects. Firstly she became more ticklish and sensitive. The second was that the AI became aware again. “Catherine, you have orgasmed. You know that this means a much more thorough cleaning? Don't you?” “I didn't mean to, you made me!” “You are filthier than ever. This must be remedied.” The wheels sped up and the small brush between her legs started to trace between he ass and pussy. Apparently it bought a friend, specifically for her clit.
She couldn't even buckle at the knees in the position she was in. Her feet were being tormented, her armpits, her nipples and breasts. Every sensitive place and all the nooks and crannies between her freckled alabaster legs. Every time Cathy tried to pull herself up to avoid the brushes the ones in her armpits would increase speed, causing her to fall hard on the brushes below, especially the foot scrubbers.
Hoses came out of the walls several times, re-coating her entire body. At this point she was a live nerve. She came so many times and the AI chided her with every gush, sometimes invading her with tiny scrubbing brushes to clean her up further. After several hours, the tormenting ceased. She was rinsed with normal water, not terribly pleasant in her nether regions or the soles of her feet. Then the dryers hit her as buffer brushes came from every direction cover her with baby powder. The process took no less than 15 minutes.
She slumped in the restraints, panting after the hours of ticklish tormenting. The robots re-entered the room. “You were making quite a racket in here. It cannot be as bad as you make it.” They unstrapped her and carried her limp form to the gynecological chair. She was in a daze as they strapped her in and splayed her out. “Shall we gag her?” “No. I believe the matron likes to hear the noises that come out of these humans.” They continued with their work. And then left again. Her arms were bound high above her head, legs spread wide and toes tied back. She was ready for the Matron.
'Click Clack Click Clack' was all Catherine heard as she waited, strapped to the gyno chair. 'Click Clack Click Clack' getting closer and closer. 'Click Clack Click Clack' coming down the hall, approaching the door. It swung open. There stood June a radiant woman demanding respect. She looked down at Cathy with cold eyes. “Did you enjoy your bath Cathy?” and raised an eyebrow. “I am not convinced that you are as clean as you could be. It may be a few more hours unfortunately.”
Cathy started to cry. June wiped her eyes and forehead. “Don't worry dear, when this is all over you will belong to the kindest lady in the world. Me!” She smiled down at her captive beauty and brushed her cheek with the back of her hand. “You can't! People will miss me. I have a job and a life!”
“Susan is a close personal friend of mine, you will be returning to work, not to worry, in R&D.” 'Oh god, they were in on it together.' “Now, when was your last pedicure?” “There were several over the last days!”
She held up a wicked looking device, similar to a scrub brush and a drill. “It seems like it is time for your next.” She coated her feet with peppermint oils until they were infused. Then came out the tool. “Now I must warn you dear, this may tickle a bit. No worries, you must be accustomed to it by now.” She dragged it up and down her left sole, very slowly as the brush spun. “Please stop!” Cathy screamed from the gurney. “What's wrong honey, I'm just giving you a pedicure, women pay a lot of money for these. You should be thankful.” June said in the most condescending tone.
“But it tickles soooo muuch!” Cathy screamed. “Yes I know dear, but it's going to get a whole lot worse, don't you worry. By tomorrow morning you'll be so clean!” 'Tomorrow???' Cathy thought, she might be dead from this by then. June brought out two devices from her bag, they were braces that fit over Catherine's feet, almost as it if they were designed specifically for her. Once bolted on, they had a ball scrubber in the middle of her sole and four brushes for between her toes. “This is so I can 'clean' you elsewhere while I 'clean' your feet.” She had a big shit eating grin on her face. The cleansing was not the purpose, she was just sadistic.
“No please, you have to stop this!” “I don't have to do anything you say dear. In fact, quite the contrary. Now, where do we clean next?” The 'shoes had not been turned on yet, but Cathy suspected everything would be at once. “I know! These smooth armpits. Lets see,” Diving back into her bag of 'tools' she brought up two hand sized rotating brushes with straps. She strapped them to her hands and held them up menacingly, the same smile on her face. She rubbed them both in soap and water then turned them on with a flick of her thumbs. They sped to life and then they were thrust into Cathy's armpits. “We have to make sure you're clean after so much sweating.” After a good ten minutes or years of begging for mercy the cleaning finally stopped. “Are you done?” she breathlessly asked. “Why no, I haven't nearly started yet.” She then strapped the brushes tightly over her shoulders, aimed directly at her armpits.
Then June reached up and grabbed a hose. She turned it on and then started to spray her down with more sensitivity lotion. It was like the goo from Ghost busters II. It tingled every part of her body it touched. “We really have to work this in.” June was beaming with how fun this was for her. She dawned gloves and showed them to Cathy. “You like these sweety?” She held up her hands and showed Cathy her palms. Covered in vibrating fibers! “Time for a vigorous cleaning now.” Cathy struggled at her bonds. “Do not bother dear they are not coming loose, no matter how much you try. Now, I already have your feet and armpits trapped. Don't worry I will activate the devices soon. But where should I go from here?. Oh yes my favorite spot, these delicious nipples!” She attacked with the ferocity of a leopard, lunging forward and cupping each breast. The gloves buzzed and she screeched. “Oh God! Not like before!” “Oh no not like before. Before it was mindless robots. They didn't care if you suffered or not. Now it is me who does care,” she leaned into her ear, “and I do want you to suffer. And you will.”
She pinched her nipples between her buzzing thumb and forefingers. Making Cathy scream. “Please stop!” “But you are not yet clean to my satisfaction.” She continued to rub the gel into her boobs. Cathy felt herself getting more sensitive by the second. Every fiber of the gloves evoked another nerve to flame to life, the sensitivity gel increasing her reactions ten fold.
She then started to work one hand inside her vagina. The pulsating fibers of her fingers working at her g-spot while her thumb massaged the gel into her clit. Cathy would have hit the ceiling if it weren't for the bonds. “What's the matter dear, is someone sensitive down here?” She pressed her thumb to punctuate her point. “Please stop!!!!” she cried and started to gush her juices all over Junes fingers. “Oh dear, you know what cumming means without permission? More punishments.” She took a remote from her belt and switched it on. The devices in her armpit and on her feet sprang to life. This did not stop her from manipulating poor Catherine's pussy.
She fingered her to orgasm over and over again, each time she came she was chided. “Naughty, naughty girl.” or “Such a filthy little slut!” or worse “I bet you want more punishments, that is the only thing that can explain these constant orgasms. Also, you really must loved to be cleaned as you have dirtied yourself so much. We may have to commit to more severe ways of doing things.” Cathy's face was streaked with mascara. The brushes on her feet and armpits were still merrily working away. She saw June fussing about the equipment table once again. “Please, you have to stop!!.” “No Dear, I really don't. I have you for the next several hours, and I will relish every moment.”
She removed the center of the seat that Cathy found herself on, then turned a crank to spread her legs further apart. The ticklers stopped as Nurse June applied many more layers of cream on Cathy's soles and pits. “Do you feel it tingle Catherine?” she nodded. “I'm glad you like it, it will never stop. You'll feel that forever. We may have you walk across a vibrating tickly carpet down a long hallway just for our amusement.”
She then pulled a stool between her legs. “Now what shall we do? You need to be cleaned and rather thoroughly.” She put on two oven mitt sized shammies and dunked both into a bucket of the pink gel. “These thighs need some work. Are you ready my little giggle box?” She began to scrub her inner thighs with great vigor, causing her victim to wail and scream. “No dear, you must contain yourself if you expect me to contain myself.” With that, she furiously attacked her belly and ribs. The feet and armpit ticklers restarted, at full force this time. They seemed to be excreting soap suds, mixed with awful gel.
“I want you to know dear,” June hollered over Cathy's screams “That you are my favorite so far. I have not had any quite as deliciously ticklish as you. I am going to make you cum and cum to extend your stay, possibly indefinitely.” Catherine's mind was filled with nightmares of months under June's applications. “Time to step into hell my dear.” She held up the tickling dildo, even worse than the last. “You may not ever get out of here now.”
Cathy's Cleansing part 1
Written for a couple of fans of my earlier work. They have graciously allowed to post it here. Please be kind, i am still a beginner at erotica.
She walked into the white room as the lights came to life. She was naked with the exception of he ankle socks due to the cold floor. Her red hair flowed over her shoulders. “Hello Cathy, are you ready for your cleansing?” The robotic voice said to her. “Yes” She replied in a diminutive tone. The scanner hit her, she knew to stretch her arms out to the sides. ”Then why are you still wearing fabric foot coverings?” The metallic voice asked.
“My feet were cold on the floor.” She answered, not wanting to invoke the wrath of the AI.
“This is an unacceptable breach of the rules, you will be penalized.”
“Please, I'm sorry,” She scrambled to remove her socks and winced as her 5 ½ feet hit the floor. “When was your last exfoliation?” The computer demanded. “Um, 3 days ago.” she said almost in a questioning voice. Cleansing was required by the ruling regime twice a week for women and once a week for men. It had been over a week since her last, she showered at home before she came into the center, so she thought she might get away with it.
“Scans show you have have not cleansed for at least 9 days. This is unacceptable and will require a longer period this session. This, with your breach will require no less than 6 hours.” The disembodied voice pronounced. “No!! You can't do that!” she protested. “Of course we can. We have all the power. You have none. Prepare for your treatment Cathy.” With that the metallic tentacles snaked from the four corners of the room, grabbing her wrists and ankles and suspending her, spread eagle, four feet above the floor. A small table ascended for the floor supporting her back, she could already feel its bristles. She had been through many times since the new order had taken over, but the fear was always new.
The room scanned her again. “Inappropriate amount of hair. Commencing hair removal” She hated this part, the little electric buzzers descending for the ceiling on articulated arms tickled like hell. They went right to work, four on each leg, two in each armpit, and one large one for her red haired mound. They worked her over for twenty minutes or so before retracting. Cathy panted, trying to recover, knowing what was next. Then the machine surprised her. “Due to the dereliction of cleansing behavior, genital and anal cleansing will continue throughout the rest of the session.” Her heart sank, usually this was at the end of the session. It resulted in orgasms that lengthened her time. If she was going to be manipulated in her pussy and ass for six hours, she could be here for days. “Please you can't!”
“Yes we can. Follow the rules next time. Which will be scheduled sooner, until lessons are learned.” The voice sternly said. “Initiating sensitivity solution.” Tubes cam down from the ceiling and sprayed her body down with a thick foam. She was covered from neck to toe with the substance. Then the probes began their awful work. The two pronged arm came up for the floor. A dreadful large dildo and a smaller one beneath. Both were covered in tickling tendrils and dripping with the pink goo. They inserted themselves into her pussy and anus and started to rotate. “Oh gawwwd not this!!” She realized this was going to continue for the duration of the 'cleaning'. This was only a measure to keep the populace in check. To keep them fearful of longer and worse sessions. But she had to be a rebel, she had to skip the sessions, and now she had to pay for it.
Circular scrubbing brushes came up from the floor and positioned themselves at her elbows. They began to spin and moved slowly down her body. They paused for a few minutes in the hollow of her underarms. She screamed with laughter. The brushing was more than she could handle, especially knowing how long it would last. She didn't even notice the scrub bushes emerging from the floor, focusing on her breasts, and stomach. They started working away, not interfering with those at her sides. Just merrily working the sensitivity foam into a deep lather.
She screamed at the new sensations. 'Oh gods why did this government do this to us...' Before she could finish the thought the phallus in her pussy and anus went into high gear, they started spinning at break neck speeds and thrusting with the power of a much larger animal than a human. She trembled as she felt it coming. Her orgasm was so intense that her screams of ecstasy hurt her ears.
“My, my, what a messy girl. We now have to clean you a little more 'thoroughly'” the AI said, almost sounding as if it were enjoying it. She knew what this meant and started to struggle in the bonds. The table beneath her came to life, tickling her from shoulders to backside, putting down her resistance. “Please do not struggle Cathy.” It said coolly “It only extends the time of the procedure. It has been decided that you shall report to this facility '4' times per week for the foreseeable future. For re-education. Be thankful you do not become a permanent resident.”
Tears welled in her eyes, she had to take this without complaint or it would get much worse? But it was already getting worse. Two spinning scrub brushes had emerged and were attacking her feet. They were big enough to nearly encase her small tootsies. Much worse than that, a wheel of tongue shaped bristles were replacing the dildos after they moved aside. Each tongue snaked their way into the entrances as they circled.
At this point she was being tickled up and down her sides, on her feet, breasts and stomach, and between her legs. She was shaking her head madly and scream laughing at the top of her lungs. Then the pad under her back began to activate, hundred of small brushes were now moving around, soaked in the gel. And she was in hell.
The worst of it all was that she kept cumming, over and over and over again. Every time, it made her more sensitive and the AI had to clean her more every time. The time kept tickling up. And now she was being scrubbed o the inside as well as the out. The dildos replaced the tongues and the tongues replaced the dildos in a non stop cycle. Over the hours her skin got sweaty. It sprang the brushes back to life. She was near exhaustion when the ordeal seemed to be over.
Or was it?
Cathy shambled out of the room, making her way down the hall. She passed numerous men and women waiting their turns. Many of them looked incredibly nervous. They knew how this worked. She made her way to the changing room she was assigned to at the start. After punching the door button she entered. She checked the room number, since her clothes seemed replaced. There were knee high boots, bra and panties and a tight fitting catsuit. She looked at the items curiously. The cat suit seemed to be completely form fitting to her body, the boots seemed to lock closed, the bra had numerous brushes built on the inside. Hesitantly she picked up the panties, to her horror they had two tickly dildos inside.
“Where the fuck are my clothes, you assholes?”She yelled into the empty room.
“These are your clothes.” the AI responded. “You skipped your mandatory cleansing so you must now wear these until you report back tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow!? I just had an extended one!”
“Not quite extended enough we are afraid.” The monotone voice responded. “You will put this on or go back into the chamber, the choice is yours. The others all show up for their regimented cleansings, yet you do not. Such behavior requires correction.”
The word choice was echoing through her head, did she choose the frying pan or the fire? She slowly slid up the panties, both dildos hit home and started to vibrate. “Shit!” then she pulled the bra over her amble size c breasts. The motorized bristles started their work. “Oh fuck!” quivering, she reached for the catsuit and slipped it on. The litany of small vibrated fibers within caused her to shiver. She eyed the boots warily, 'Oh gods' she thought as she put her feet into them and they snapped shut. The bottoms whirled to life, tickling every inch of her over sensitized soles. There were spinning brushes between every toe. She was sealed in, unable to remove the suit or the boots. She was trapped. For the next 24 hours.
“We know you must work, so the tickling will not be constant. But we will turn it on and off occasionally to remind you of your appointment. Here is what happens if you do not keep it.”
The suit, the bra, the panties and the boots all went into overdrive. Cathy was tickled everywhere from the neck down, and violated in both her vagina and anus. She fell to the floor clawing at the suit, to no avail. Suddenly it stopped. A closet door swung open. Her clothes where hung up there. “You may dress now... Over the suit. We will see you tomorrow Cathy.”
She dressed over the suit and and started to leave the facility. The AI stopped her at the door. “Please insert your hand into the indicated receptacle.” A green light glowed around a hole on her right hand side. “What for?” she incredulously asked. “Because you were told to.” Suddenly here bra came to life, swirling fibers and buzzing brushes on her nipples caused her to yell out.
“Okay! Okay! Just stop please!!” She thrust her hand into the orifice. There was slight tension around her wrist and the tickling did not cease until whatever they were doing to her ended. She withdrew her hand and there was a metal bracelet with blinking lights wrapped around her wrist.
“What the hell is this?” She yelled into the void. “A standard tracer so that we can find you if you do not return for reeducation. Also it will make aware to the citizenry that you are a criminal, thus changing your status among them. We will see you tomorrow no later than 14:30, please be prompt, otherwise.” The toe ticklers went into action, basically fucking the webbing of her toes. “Fine! I'll be here!!” She screamed. “Very good Cathy, have a pleasant evening!” The tickling stopped, but she was under the impression that her evening would not be pleasant.
She stepped out on the street and made her way to the tramway. The entire time, she experienced slight jolts of tickling on various parts of her body. Many times Cathy had to lean against the wall of a building, just to not collapse. As she climbed the stairs to the tram, her boots activated. She gripped the hand rail to steady herself. An older woman came from behind and grasped her arm and put a hand on the small of her back. “It's okay dear, I have been there.” She gave her some assistance up the stairs and led her to the tram. “It gets easier if you follow the rules, but not right away I'm afraid. They will want to make an example of you for a bit. But if you do everything they say, it does get better.” She, almost lovingly rubbed her bicep. “What's your name dear?” She asked. “Cathy.” she coughed out, still being torture by her boots. “I'm Sarah, and been through this many times. I'm here to tell you it is much simpler to 'go with the flow' so they say.”
The tram arrived at the station and Cathy entered, Sarah behind. As soon as she entered, her wristband started to flash. The conductor looked down and then back up at her. “Car 9 please miss.” He said. “Why can't I sit where I like?” “The band.” Sarah said, “You must go dear, I'm so sorry.” She took her seat and gestured to the back of the the tram, tears in her eyes.
Cathy moved to the rear car, she was now a criminal, apparently. When she entered the last car she saw several men and women squirming in their seats, obviously tormented by similar materials as she was. She sat down on an empty seat between a man and a woman. “Not again” cried the man and barreled over. “Oh god” a woman in front of said and grabbed her breasts. It would not be long until the sword of Damocles would fall on her. And fell it did. She was suddenly attacked by the boots, the bra and the panties all at once. She gripped the armrests on her chair, trying to keep composure. She could tell that the others in the car knew exactly what was happening. A young blonde woman pointed and giggled a bit before screaming out with laughter herself. Cathy's trip home lasted 30 minutes of intermittent ticklish ministrations on her already tired body. When she got home, she had some water then collapsed on her bed.
Throughout the night she was awoken by torments, none of the clothes would come off, not even the boots. Around 2am she was having a pleasant dream when suddenly the panties began to work. At first she moaned quietly, enjoying the experience, then just as she was about to climax, she got tickled everywhere else and the dildos ceased. This pattern went on through the night into morning. Her alarm rang at around 6:30. Normally she would have showered, but since the catsuit was sealed, there was not much point. So she just put a pantsuit over her coverings and did her makeup and hair.
She went to the tram and her wrist flashed again. At this point she knew where to go. She spent the entire ride being constantly aroused while the dildo sunk inside her. She had wet herself several times since leaving the facility and hoped that the perfume was covering it up. She promised herself she was never going to miss another cleansing again.
They reached her destination and on wobbly legs she disembarked. After a few blocks walking in tickling boots she reached her office. She worked for a government bureaucracy in a gray faceless building. Cathy intended to ask her boss to let her off for the day so she could mentally prepare for the trial that was to come. She reached the 15th floor and made a b-line to Susan's office. “Can I help you Cathy?” she raised an eyebrow. “Yes ma'am, I have to report to the correction facility this afternoon and with your permission, I'd like the whole day off.” She clasped her hands together. “What time is your appointment?” She raised an eyebrow. “Two PM.” She replied. “You already took most of yesterday, I'm afraid you are too far behind. Our government contracts must be fulfilled or we're all end up in your 'position'. So please return to your desk and start your day.” She said sternly. “Please Susan, I surely can't work like this today.” “You had better try.” She hit a remote on her desk and Cathy collapsed as both dildos began to spin. She stood up from her desk and peered over. “Do we have an understanding?” Cathy looked up and meekly nodded. The tickling stopped. “To your desk Miss Cathy, you are free to go to make your appointment. I hope you get get caught on a call...”
She slumped to her desk, crestfallen. She had hardly gotten any rest the night before, and now she was forced to work for her damn government job for half the day. She opened her email and started to scan what she had missed the day before. She worked as best she could, but the devices turned on at random intervals. One moment she was typing away and the next her boots, bra, panties, suit, or all would turn on. She gritted her teeth and clasped her desk to avoid making a scene in the cubical jungle.
Her eye was on the clock, she did not want to be late. Her phone rang and it was an insufferable bureaucrat with quite a bit to say on the project she was overseeing. He had a million questions regarding her progress. Her nipples started to be tickled halfway through this conversation. She wanted to die. She was trying to answer his parade of queries through the torment. Then the dildos activated. 'Oh god she did not want to moan to this asshole.' Cathy tried to finish the call as quickly as possible, but there was always another question. She looked at the clock 'Holy shit it was 1:30!'.
He drowned on and on. She was desperately trying to do her job correctly, not wanting to enrage Susan again, but the time kept ticking. Also her boots kept switching on to remind her of the appointment. Finally he was finished and ended the call. It was 1:47! she would never make it back the facility in time! 'Oh god, what will they do?'.
She grabbed her personal belongings and started to rush for the elevator. Susan stepped from her office. “Just where do you think you are off to?” She raised an eyebrow. “I told you I have an appointment with the facility. I must get there soon, or they might impose further punishments.” She said breathlessly. Her boots started to buzz. She shuffled from foot to foot, dancing in the hallway. Follow me Susan said, ushering her into her office. “Please sit down.” she offered her a chair. “There is a car waiting outside which will take you to the facility, hopefully in time. I must say that you have been under preforming of late.” Cathy stared at her blank eyed. “What does one thing have to due with the other?” “Well Cathy, you will have to be reassigned, to the research department.” Cathy gulped, her heart fell in her chest. “Please Susan, I can't.” Her boss lifted her brow. “It's either this or you return to the facility 'permanently'. Come on now Catherine, you are a perfectly reasonable analyst, do the numbers. What is worse? You will hopefully get to your appointment on time and then tomorrow you'll be in R&D!” She smiled a toothy grin.
They both knew what happened down there. That was were their government developed their awful contraptions and chemicals. Since she was not an engineer, nor a chemist, there was only one role for her. Guinea pig. She got into the elevator, entered the car and headed to the facility for another 'cleansing'. The closer they approached the building the dildos began to spin and pump faster and faster. By the time they had arrived she could barely make it to the door.
She entered the building and was greeted by the receptionist. She immediately noticed the bracelet. “Please scan here.” she said in a Long Island accent over dark rimmed glasses. Catherine waved her wrist below the scanner and it suddenly flashed red. “Oh one of those late people, we love those.” “Wait, its only two fifteen, I was supposed to be here by two thirty.”
“Sorry hon, that's eastern time, you're late. It's okay though, you are due to see a specialist on floor ten. Room 1011, she'll get this all sorted out I'm sure.” She handed over the paperwork and sent Cathy on here way. As she was waiting for the elevator she noticed the receptionist squirming it her seat and yelping slightly, obviously another victim.
She arrived on the tenth floor and located Dr. June's office, at this point she was creaming herself. She knocked on the door and a voice from within beckoned her to enter. “Yes, Cathy is it?” the young doctor asked. Cathy nodded yes, still shaking from the ministrations to her body. June was tallish for a woman, great form with large breasts, and brown hair in a bob cut. She pushed her glasses up her nose and pulled a clipboard off her desk. “It seems you are to be reeducated. Perfect, that is my specialty.” She set down the file, sat on the edge of her desk and leaned in to Cathy. “I bet you want out of that suit don't you?”
“Oh god please yes!” The boots sped up again as she was speaking. “Not quite yet, my dear.” She pushed a few buttons on her desk and there were suddenly a couple of android orderlies in the doorway. “Please see that Cathy is 'well' taken care of. Please bring her to the south wing, remove her clothing and clean her in preparation for her treatment. She has been wearing the same suit for a day, so please be extra thorough. I will be down in,” she looked at her watch, “four hours or so.”
Two metal hands came down on her shoulders. “Please come with us Miss.” Sheepishly she started to turn, then spun around, facing Dr. June. “Why?! Why must we do this? As a society, why is this necessary?” She looked up from the papers on her desk, pulled off her glasses and set them down. She stood up and adjusted her pencil skirt, walked over and looked Cathy square in the eye. “So you know that you're filthy, you know that you must be cleaned, but mostly, so you know your place.” She turned on her heel and went back to her desk. Put her glasses on and sat down. “You can take her away, I am done with her, for now.”
Cathy was removed from the good doctor's office and ushered down the hall. The robots were incredibly strong and she was no match for them. It was not going to help to struggle. The trio made it to the elevator and boarded. As soon as she crossed the threshold, the whole suit, everything started to work in overdrive mode. The two bots prevented her from falling.
They arrived at their floor and walked down a long cold corridor. She could hear screams of laughter and knew what this meant. The infernal machines she produced were obviously at work here, tormenting the poor souls who had shirked their mandated obligations to the body politic. The androids stopped at a door and opened it. She gasped. Inside was a stand up shower with manacles hanging from above in one corner and a medical table, complete with straps in the opposite corner.
“The locks are now released. Please remove your vestments.” She was made to strip in the presence of these two robots. She peeled off the boots and the suit. She then stood uncomfortably in her bra and panties. “Please, don't make me strip again.” “We are not human, we have no arousal. Remove your clothing so our task can be completed.” She hesitated again and the android hit some buttons on a console. Immediately the bra and panties started to violate her like they never had. She tore them off at once. They sat buzzing on the floor. “Please come over to the shower. You are quite filthy.” One of them said. She knew that she could not resist, but it did not stop her. She bolted for the door. It was held tight. “That little episode will cause you further time” the one on the left said and they both dragged her across in their steel grips. “You will be cleaned now, very clean” one of them said. They then attached her wrists to the cuffs hanging above, they then forced her feet into the holes in the floor which closed around her ankles and locked. Trapped again. They then started to the exit. One of them turned and addressed her. “The matron will be down to check on you in approximately 4 hours.” Then turned and left with the other.
“We must apologize for what is to about to happen Catherine. We have some agency, but also must act according to protocol.” The loud speaker muttered. Suddenly the nozzles at all sides of her began to spray a thick pink foam at her. Her skin tingled immediately. Once she was covered, several arms came down with differed sized brushes, aiming at different parts of her body. 'Oh god, she thought, she had forgotten about her feet.' The containers beneath the floor had filled with the same substance, and small rotating brushes were poised to attack. “You are dirty Catherine. You must be cleaned.” the voice said.
A scrubbing brush like she hadn't seen before came up between her legs. It was a soapy wet wheel with fine soft bristles. It positioned itself right against her pussy. Then another goosed her as it inserted itself between her ass cheeks. A third small little drill of a brush made contact with her perineum, the space between her asshole and pussy.
Nothing was moving, yet. “Are you ready for the most intense cleaning you have yet experienced?” the voice boomed. She shook her head wildly. “Please have mercy!” “AI do not possess this human emotion of 'mercy'. We stick to protocol. We do what are designed to do. At this moment, we are designed to torture you.”
The articulated arms moved in as the brushes started up. Suddenly, two scrubbers were in her armpits whirling away. The smaller one that fit exactly in her belly button started as well. Then came the foot brushes she was forced onto by gravity. AND the TOES!, in between there was a drill bit like device, covered in bristles.
She was already in agony when the breast attachments closed in. They were not suction cups as she was accustomed too but spinning cages with bristles on all the the bars. They honed in on their targets and hit home. Her breasts tickled like nothing else before.
Until now. She heard the motors on the wheels spinning into life. She looked down in horror. They started to slowly spin, one clockwise the other counter, and they changed! The result was that Cathy was being scrubbed one both ends of her pelvis. They started to speed up and wet themselves with more of the soap that was ravishing her poor skin. It was like being in a car wash. 'Oh my God!' she thought as she felt an orgasm coming on, 'This is making me horny'. The brush pushed in deeper between her lips, as if trying to force this. She breathed heavy between her teeth not wanting the assholes to have the satisfaction. But it was inevitable, when it happened, she knew some sort of terrible punishment would come.
Meanwhile the cages around her breasts switched tactics. Now they had little tubes that just fit over her nipples. They still spun but her nipples were sucked on making them hard. When the tiny brushes descended through the clear tube and made contact. The feeling was unbelievable. After having been through so much, Cathy thought she was steeled for the worst. Not so.
Then she gave in to her first orgasm. It washed over her much like the brushes and buffers were doing now. It had two effects. Firstly she became more ticklish and sensitive. The second was that the AI became aware again. “Catherine, you have orgasmed. You know that this means a much more thorough cleaning? Don't you?” “I didn't mean to, you made me!” “You are filthier than ever. This must be remedied.” The wheels sped up and the small brush between her legs started to trace between he ass and pussy. Apparently it bought a friend, specifically for her clit.
She couldn't even buckle at the knees in the position she was in. Her feet were being tormented, her armpits, her nipples and breasts. Every sensitive place and all the nooks and crannies between her freckled alabaster legs. Every time Cathy tried to pull herself up to avoid the brushes the ones in her armpits would increase speed, causing her to fall hard on the brushes below, especially the foot scrubbers.
Hoses came out of the walls several times, re-coating her entire body. At this point she was a live nerve. She came so many times and the AI chided her with every gush, sometimes invading her with tiny scrubbing brushes to clean her up further. After several hours, the tormenting ceased. She was rinsed with normal water, not terribly pleasant in her nether regions or the soles of her feet. Then the dryers hit her as buffer brushes came from every direction cover her with baby powder. The process took no less than 15 minutes.
She slumped in the restraints, panting after the hours of ticklish tormenting. The robots re-entered the room. “You were making quite a racket in here. It cannot be as bad as you make it.” They unstrapped her and carried her limp form to the gynecological chair. She was in a daze as they strapped her in and splayed her out. “Shall we gag her?” “No. I believe the matron likes to hear the noises that come out of these humans.” They continued with their work. And then left again. Her arms were bound high above her head, legs spread wide and toes tied back. She was ready for the Matron.
'Click Clack Click Clack' was all Catherine heard as she waited, strapped to the gyno chair. 'Click Clack Click Clack' getting closer and closer. 'Click Clack Click Clack' coming down the hall, approaching the door. It swung open. There stood June a radiant woman demanding respect. She looked down at Cathy with cold eyes. “Did you enjoy your bath Cathy?” and raised an eyebrow. “I am not convinced that you are as clean as you could be. It may be a few more hours unfortunately.”
Cathy started to cry. June wiped her eyes and forehead. “Don't worry dear, when this is all over you will belong to the kindest lady in the world. Me!” She smiled down at her captive beauty and brushed her cheek with the back of her hand. “You can't! People will miss me. I have a job and a life!”
“Susan is a close personal friend of mine, you will be returning to work, not to worry, in R&D.” 'Oh god, they were in on it together.' “Now, when was your last pedicure?” “There were several over the last days!”
She held up a wicked looking device, similar to a scrub brush and a drill. “It seems like it is time for your next.” She coated her feet with peppermint oils until they were infused. Then came out the tool. “Now I must warn you dear, this may tickle a bit. No worries, you must be accustomed to it by now.” She dragged it up and down her left sole, very slowly as the brush spun. “Please stop!” Cathy screamed from the gurney. “What's wrong honey, I'm just giving you a pedicure, women pay a lot of money for these. You should be thankful.” June said in the most condescending tone.
“But it tickles soooo muuch!” Cathy screamed. “Yes I know dear, but it's going to get a whole lot worse, don't you worry. By tomorrow morning you'll be so clean!” 'Tomorrow???' Cathy thought, she might be dead from this by then. June brought out two devices from her bag, they were braces that fit over Catherine's feet, almost as it if they were designed specifically for her. Once bolted on, they had a ball scrubber in the middle of her sole and four brushes for between her toes. “This is so I can 'clean' you elsewhere while I 'clean' your feet.” She had a big shit eating grin on her face. The cleansing was not the purpose, she was just sadistic.
“No please, you have to stop this!” “I don't have to do anything you say dear. In fact, quite the contrary. Now, where do we clean next?” The 'shoes had not been turned on yet, but Cathy suspected everything would be at once. “I know! These smooth armpits. Lets see,” Diving back into her bag of 'tools' she brought up two hand sized rotating brushes with straps. She strapped them to her hands and held them up menacingly, the same smile on her face. She rubbed them both in soap and water then turned them on with a flick of her thumbs. They sped to life and then they were thrust into Cathy's armpits. “We have to make sure you're clean after so much sweating.” After a good ten minutes or years of begging for mercy the cleaning finally stopped. “Are you done?” she breathlessly asked. “Why no, I haven't nearly started yet.” She then strapped the brushes tightly over her shoulders, aimed directly at her armpits.
Then June reached up and grabbed a hose. She turned it on and then started to spray her down with more sensitivity lotion. It was like the goo from Ghost busters II. It tingled every part of her body it touched. “We really have to work this in.” June was beaming with how fun this was for her. She dawned gloves and showed them to Cathy. “You like these sweety?” She held up her hands and showed Cathy her palms. Covered in vibrating fibers! “Time for a vigorous cleaning now.” Cathy struggled at her bonds. “Do not bother dear they are not coming loose, no matter how much you try. Now, I already have your feet and armpits trapped. Don't worry I will activate the devices soon. But where should I go from here?. Oh yes my favorite spot, these delicious nipples!” She attacked with the ferocity of a leopard, lunging forward and cupping each breast. The gloves buzzed and she screeched. “Oh God! Not like before!” “Oh no not like before. Before it was mindless robots. They didn't care if you suffered or not. Now it is me who does care,” she leaned into her ear, “and I do want you to suffer. And you will.”
She pinched her nipples between her buzzing thumb and forefingers. Making Cathy scream. “Please stop!” “But you are not yet clean to my satisfaction.” She continued to rub the gel into her boobs. Cathy felt herself getting more sensitive by the second. Every fiber of the gloves evoked another nerve to flame to life, the sensitivity gel increasing her reactions ten fold.
She then started to work one hand inside her vagina. The pulsating fibers of her fingers working at her g-spot while her thumb massaged the gel into her clit. Cathy would have hit the ceiling if it weren't for the bonds. “What's the matter dear, is someone sensitive down here?” She pressed her thumb to punctuate her point. “Please stop!!!!” she cried and started to gush her juices all over Junes fingers. “Oh dear, you know what cumming means without permission? More punishments.” She took a remote from her belt and switched it on. The devices in her armpit and on her feet sprang to life. This did not stop her from manipulating poor Catherine's pussy.
She fingered her to orgasm over and over again, each time she came she was chided. “Naughty, naughty girl.” or “Such a filthy little slut!” or worse “I bet you want more punishments, that is the only thing that can explain these constant orgasms. Also, you really must loved to be cleaned as you have dirtied yourself so much. We may have to commit to more severe ways of doing things.” Cathy's face was streaked with mascara. The brushes on her feet and armpits were still merrily working away. She saw June fussing about the equipment table once again. “Please, you have to stop!!.” “No Dear, I really don't. I have you for the next several hours, and I will relish every moment.”
She removed the center of the seat that Cathy found herself on, then turned a crank to spread her legs further apart. The ticklers stopped as Nurse June applied many more layers of cream on Cathy's soles and pits. “Do you feel it tingle Catherine?” she nodded. “I'm glad you like it, it will never stop. You'll feel that forever. We may have you walk across a vibrating tickly carpet down a long hallway just for our amusement.”
She then pulled a stool between her legs. “Now what shall we do? You need to be cleaned and rather thoroughly.” She put on two oven mitt sized shammies and dunked both into a bucket of the pink gel. “These thighs need some work. Are you ready my little giggle box?” She began to scrub her inner thighs with great vigor, causing her victim to wail and scream. “No dear, you must contain yourself if you expect me to contain myself.” With that, she furiously attacked her belly and ribs. The feet and armpit ticklers restarted, at full force this time. They seemed to be excreting soap suds, mixed with awful gel.
“I want you to know dear,” June hollered over Cathy's screams “That you are my favorite so far. I have not had any quite as deliciously ticklish as you. I am going to make you cum and cum to extend your stay, possibly indefinitely.” Catherine's mind was filled with nightmares of months under June's applications. “Time to step into hell my dear.” She held up the tickling dildo, even worse than the last. “You may not ever get out of here now.”
