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WASH-A-KID (ped, bdsm, abuse)
BY EW
andy_v@mediacomm.it
WARNING: The story you are about to read is entirely fictitious. No real
person, place or situation is portrayed. No story of mine contains any real
character, thing, place or situation. No story of mine implies that I would
like to see it or any part of it happen in RL (heck, the story just isn't
realistic anyway). My stories are simply an exercise of mind.
This story is inspired by and freely based upon the fiction "The Laundromat"
written by Dragon Fire for the BDSMlibrary.com collection.
Little Isabella just couldn't believe that her own parents had allowed her
to meet such a strange and new experience. That machinery system, they were
told, was about to start a true revolution among families around the world.
And they enthusiastically delivered their only daughter in order to test
it!
Isabella's hands were held up above her head, her wrists held firmly by plastic
straps to a pair of cables that came down from the ceiling. Her feet were
bound, too, with her ankles strapped tightly. The little girl had to stand
on her tiptoes on two small blocks that just allowed her toes to stay on
them. So Isabella's body was essentially stretched wide in a X shape.
Isabella was completely naked. The only things she was wearing were a latex
bathing cap that held very tightly her hair underneath it and a pair of orange
swimming goggles that protected her eyes. A strip of very strong surgical
adhesive tape applied to her lips was keeping her mouth shut and sealed.
The little girl had never felt so helpless, so captive in her entire eight
years alive. She tried to look around her and examine the surroundings, since
when she was brought in there she barely had the time to understand that
she was indoor somewhere. Isabella was in a small room or chamber with floor
and walls tiled in a milk-white tone. The floor had some openings around
her feet, on sides, in front and behind. On the walls, floor and ceiling
there were many openings too, but she just couldn't imagine their purpose-
yet. Some sort of heating system was working there, too, so the girl was
comfortable at least about that.
Suddenly, a loudspeaker cracked and a metallic voice spoke: "Welcome to the
Wash-a-Kid Automating Cleansing System, Six To Ten Female Model. This system
was made by RoboWash Ltd, Ropeville. You won't need to do anything, the system
will work in full automatic mode. You are now about to experience the latest
technology applied to the needs of families that understand the importance
of hygiene and health".
Helpless and mute Isabella felt like she was in the torture hall of some
crazy and perverted scientist who was about to perform some weird experiment
on her little unprotected body. How could Mum and Dad have accepted to turn
her in to such a thing? Well, it was true they had been promised an adequate
amount of money, since RoboWash needed subjects to test their latest prototypes.
And her parents just wouldn't have let her get hurt- would they?
She heard some buzzes around her, and the loudspeaker voice added: "The system
will now begin its routine with Phase 1 by applying our special soap. If
your eyes, hair and mouth aren't protected please speak the word 'Emergency'
now". Just for a test, Isabella tried to say the magic word. Only a pathetic
and faint mewing escaped from her nose. She couldn't know it actually, but
the tape holding her lips sealed was that particular kind that's used in
cosmetic surgery in order to keep stitches where they are meant to be in
patients who have just undergone surgery in their mucous membranes. That
gag would have come off only by applying some particular chemicals.
So totally helpless, Isabella couldn't do anything about her predicament.
The buzzing slowly became a whir. She deeply inhaled. Her experience was
about to begin.
From six of those openings in the walls around the little girl long spray
wands like those they use in a car wash emerged and extended towards her
body. The things started to spray her from all sides with warm and soapy
water. The wands went up and down Isabella's body, covering her all in soap
that was neither too bubbly nor too watery. The wands were directed by the
program so that the girl was sprayed from first one of them, then another.
The soap scented like chamomile and clinged to Isabella's skin. It felt-well,
not exactly good, but comfortable anyway.
The wands retracted. Isabella suspected the routine had only just begun.
She was right. From one opening on the floor on front of her, another wand
emerged and moved up towards her helplessly exposed private parts. She managed
to glance around and behind her and saw in horror that another of those things
was coming up towards her rear end, too!
The water hits stung her from both ends at the same time, one aimed to her
belly button and the other to the corresponding area of her back. It was
pressured warm water with a different sort of soap mixed in it. Isabella
tried to jerk away as a reflex, but she immediately understood that there
were no use to it; moreover, the treatment wasn't really hurting her. The
wands had started to move and tilt while aiming the water streams slowly
up and down the girl's body. Each tilt went a little higher towards her nipples
and shoulder blades, and a little lower towards her chippy and buttocks.
Soon the girl was feeling it right there. Helpless as she were, she squeezed
her eyes closed in her goggles and tried to close her tights- uselessly.
The unstoppable stream was shamelessly spraying her pubis and rear end now.
She felt all the horror and the outrage of the situation- and there was nothing
she could do against it! Where were her Mum and Dad? Were they secretly watching
her by means of some video camera? Did they know what those machines were
doing to her? Or were they just waiting somewhere, without even suspecting
what they had condemned their daughter to?
Suddenly the water stopped, right when Isabella was starting to think the
streams were about to squarely penetrate her body front and back. She looked
down at the instrument before her. She heard a whir and saw it twist a little.
Holding her breath, the little girl waited for the next move of the thing.
It stayed like that for some seconds, silent, in front of the helpless little
body. Then it struck again, aiming a much tighter stream of colder water
right on Isabella's pubis. The thing behind her attacked the very top of
the crack between her buttocks. It was pulsing now. Isabella was feeling
like she'd never felt before as the horrible things were hitting her tender
privates again and again. She had lost contact with her foot resting places,
so she was hanging by her wrists. Luckily, a child is such a lightweight
that such a position can be tolerated for some time. However, Isabella managed
to be on her feet again as soon as she could. The fact she wasn't in real
pain just added offence to offence. Helpless to stop the streams while they
started to go slowly downward, the eight-yer-old girl lifted her head to
the ceiling and tried to scream her head off. The faint sound that her nose
produced made her feel so more humiliated. She was feeling like she was something
between a car at the wash and a kitten that was being sprayed with a gardening
hose.
Meanwhile, the shameless stream of water stinged on and began to force its
way into her femininity and behind hole. Her spread legs were unawarely trying
to clench and protect her against these outrageous violations, her gagged
cries echoed all within her skull while those pulsating streams went on working
against her sex and anus. Isabella had never touched herself down there before,
and just plain hated when she had to take suppositories up her rectum. But
now she was feeling electricity crossing her brain and nerves while her body
was shaking without any more control than the one her bonds provided. What
was happening to her?
Minutes after, the devilish streams that had just almost raped her front
and back stopped. The little girl tried to look down at herself, hoping not
to see any injuries. But no, she was relatively all right, no blood, no marks,
just some of that water dripping down from her chippy and anus. Her muscles
didn't ache, she was rather feeling like she'd just had a session of stretching
gymnastics. Her feet were getting tred, too, so she decided to let her weight
down from her arms for some seconds. Meanwhile, she thought about all the
plenty of new sensations that she was experiencing.
Isabella had never felt like that in her whole life. While the water gurgled
down the openings in the floor and then a loud silence filled the room, she
got her feet down again on the blocks, regained full control of her breathing
and wondered what was to happen next.
The two wands were still in their position. Isabella stared at the front
one. It looked as if it was staring back, and sort of gloating. Very uncomfortable.
The wands finally retracted back down their openings in the floor. The little
girl found herself alone again, dripping in silence. Her breathing was slowly
returning normal, more or less, and she considered her situation. She was
there, tied, gagged and goggled, hanging in a bizarre chamber and at the
mercy of some monstrous automated machine called "Wash-A-Kid". It had just
soaped and watered her down, plus it shamelessly dared to deeply wash her
most private and secret places too. Who in the world could have conceived
such a thing, and what was its purpose meant to be? Was being washed in it
going to be just the next Century way to have a kid perfectly cleaned, or
rather a sort of punishment for kids that don't like to take their daily
bath?
The loudspeaker cracked again and that same metallic voice said, "Phase 1
over. Phase 2 will now remove all traces of dirt from the skin while applying
an invigorating massage".
Fascinated Isabella heard some more whirring and rumbling of machinery all
around. From two side openings in the floor new instruments emerged. They
were thick mechanical arms. The things reached upwards as Isabella watched
helpless and mute. The girl's eyes blinked in disbelief while she saw that
at the end of each arm there were rolling brushes. They immediately set to
work on Isabella's lower calves, scrubbing gently but firmly up and down
her unprotected legs, front, back, in and outside them. The girl shaked and
tilted her head around without being able to do much more. The machine, obviously,
wasn't touched by that at all.
The treatment started to work its effects. Isabella was feeling her skin
become warmer and warmer because of the brushing and massaging. Meanwhile,
the two things slowly were going up her legs. The girl started to get doubtful.
What would those brushes have done to her once they'd reached her more delicate
parts? But such a thing was not to be. The things stopped right at the base
of her butt and retracted back into the floor. A couple seconds after that,
two openings in the walls at Isabella's sides came to life and produced a
pair of big hourglass-shaped horizontal rolling brushes that begun extending
towards the helpless little body. A horrified Isabella closed her eyes in
anticipation as the rollers began to spin and to close without any shame
around her waist until their ends began to meet around her. Isabella's arms
pulled helplessly on their straps as those object were brushing their way
down to her hips- uselessly. No escape was in sight.
The rolling brushes released their pressure momentarily, but only to reverse
their rotation. They once again closed about Isabella's hips and started
brushing their way up the sides of her body, partly extending their touch
to her front and back too, following precisely the contours of the little
girl's waist. As they moved higher, Isabella started to worry about what'd
have happened when they'd got to her nipples. Mum always told her they were
delicate things, that's why she never was allowed her to stay bare-chested,
even at home. But she was to be spared again. The rollers stopped their massage
just barely below the sensible bits. They then retracted into the walls again.
Isabella sighed in relief through her nose. Her skin felt hot where it had
been massaged.
Next the little girl heard something moving behind her. It had to be another
rolling brush, she thought, and tried to look behind her somehow. It was
a roller all right. With a whine, it started to spin and brush Isabella's
body starting from the back of her waist. But now- what was that?!? With
a shock, the little girl realized that brush had an extra refinement on it:
a pair of somehow coarser ridges that were firmly massaging her spine. The
brush rode up her back and to her shoulders, pushing her body forward in
her bonds until she was bowed as far as she could stretch, her feet off their
rest places. Then it reversed its spin direction and started to go down,
still pressing forward upon her. Isabella hoped that thing would have stopped
before getting to her butt, but it didn't. The girl soon realized in horror
the true purpose of those extra ridges in the brush. As the thing was working
its way down her ass, stretching her body even farther forward into a strict
bow, that part of the brush entered plainly her butt crack, firmly massageing
and brushing her there too- deeply.
Finally, after an apparent eternity of such a treatment, the brush pulled
away from the girl. Her small body stayed there, limp in her bonds, as the
roller's pressure went away. Isabella could hardly think, her skin felt hot
from the massaging. The room was starting to get misty, or maybe the machinery
was exhaling steam in order to soothe her skin some. Right then, while she
was getting on her feet again, a thought hit her- some of her body hadn't
been brushed yet!
Those mechanical noises began again. Where would the next assault have come
from? Isabella hadn't to wait for long. The new brush that emerged from the
wall before the girl luckily had no extra ridges and, unlike the back roller,
didn't push her so she could stay on her toes without having to bow backwards.
It began its routine like the other ones did- from her tummy, down, up, reverse,
down again, up again. While it worked "down" Isabella was puzzled by its
delicateness- after the treatment that had been given her rear end, she'd
have expected some similar thing applied to her chippy. But no, it just lightly
brushed the area. It worked liberally on her chest, though, causing her nipples
to get hard and stay that way. When the thing retreated, Isabella worriedly
looked down without knowing what she'd expect to see. No damage, just her
pointily erected little berries. She had never seen them like that. She deeply
sighed through her nose again. But the real surprise was yet to come.
The next set of brushes emerged from the front opening in the floor. It was
a hourglass-shaped roller installed at the end of the usual mechanical arm.
It started moving and positioning itself horizontally, between the girl's
thighs like some sort of a saddle. A horrified Isabella understood what was
going to happen and tried very hard to squirm away, to yell for help, anything.
No use again: her bonds and gag cruelly kept keeping her very effectively.
That latest brush worked differently from the previous ones. It was softer
and rotated sideways rather slowly, reversing its spin direction every fourth
turn, and in the meantime moved along its rotation axis and with a tilting
trajectory too, thus gently brushing the girl's privates forwards and backwards
too. Although it wasn't painful at all, the girl felt like the machine was
torturing her in a way she'd never suspected that could be conceived; yet
she somehow ancestrally knew by instinct what was happening to her body.
The brush slowly tilted around her crotch and butt crack, alternating its
devilish massage between those two areas. Isabella couldn't help whining
softly into her gag. Her body had started acting on its own, without need
of any control by her brain. She felt very, very hot and flustered and dizzy
while the devilish machine untiringly went on making almost love to her.
Isabella came to her full senses again when the brush stopped its massage
and pulled away from her to disappear down the opening in the floor. Hanging
from her wrists again, her feet off their blocks, she was heavily panting
as much deeply as her nose allowed her to. That thing had just literally
played her like a fiddle. She felt happily tired, but not tired in the usual
way. It was as if something good and mysterious had just happened to her.
It wasn't over, though. The voice from the loudspeaker announced: "Phase
2 over. Next phase will give some extra stimulation in order to improve the
developing of body". Isabella didn't quite understand that, but then she
saw some new instruments appear and coming down from the ceiling and getting
right before her. Installed at the end of another mechanical arm, there were
some strange clear plastic things, connected with clear plastic hoses that
disappeared into the ceiling opening. Isabella's eyes became as wide as they
could as the arm gently extended and offered the two cup-shaped objects towards
her chest so that they were perfectly centered around her still hard nipples.
Obviously, the little girl couldn't imagine that the name of the instruments
was suction-cups. She tried out of instinct to move her torso around in order
to avoid the strange thing, but then she saw that the mechanical arm simply
followed her around. She sighed and gave herself over to the instrument.
Each cup was clear plastic or acrylic, in a tulip shape. Their edges were
rimmed with red rubber to insure perfect hold. Suddenly Isabella felt something
introducing itself between her butt cheeks. She tried to look down and behind
her, but just couldn't understand what was happening.
The mini buttplug and the suction cups worked perfectly together, with an
exact and steady rhythm. It was as if the cups sucked the plug in and out
of Isabella's rectum. Her nipples sent her brain mixed messages of agony
and joy all together, messages she could understand only in part, while her
little rear hole was stimulated syncronously to them and her perfectly clean
little chippy was complaining about its being neglected. But Isabella couldn't
do anything to make it happy too. She helplessy looked down at her captured
little berries through the clear plastic that had imprisoned them. She was
not in pain, but she felt tortured again- because it was a torture, wasn't
it?
Isabella's gag was effectively blocking all sorts of whines and moans in
the little girl's mouth- and her nose just couldn't let most of her excitement
sounds escape her head. Her eyes wide open, she was seeing her nipples slowly
darkening and stretching some into the cups, together with never seen before
little and brand new breasts that rhythmically grew when the machine vacuumed
and vanished when the machine released. And every vacuuming brought a gentle
push of the mini plug with it as perfect company.
So those diabolical machineries were making love to Isabella again, without
even touching her chippy. How long had this gone on for? The exhausted little
girl, in tears and hanging from her wrists again, couldn't tell.
Finally this step of the treatment was over too. "All too early yet", Isabella
thought without really wanting to think it. Her nipples were free again.
Her rear end hole was empty again. The little girl was alone again. She breathed
deeply and tried to gain her usual breathing pace again.
The voice from the loudspeaker spoke again while the little girl got on her
feet again: "Final phase: drying and guarantee. Thank you for using our Wash-A-Kid
service. Robowash, Ltd hope you will be our guest again in the future". The
latest machines Isabella was about to see emerged from almost all directions
and started to dry her off by blowing abounding warm air on her skin. Isabella
could hear some vacuuming noise as the misty and steamy air was sucked out
of the chamber. The air flows that were gently caressing her skin felt good
and dry, just perfect. The little girl was tired some, but she was happy
the treatment was almost over. She also wanted- needed?-to sort out and make
an inventory of all those new sensation she had got to know while she was
at the mercy of those weird machines.
Isabella was so engulfed in her thoughts that she almost didn't realize that
the drying phase was over. A sharp thump called for her attention right after
the dryer machines had gone away. All noises around her had ended. No more
machinery in sight. Only "guarantee" was left. The little girl wondered what
it could have been. After half a minute of that perfect silence, Isabella
heard some door opening and a young lady in a white smock entered her sight
field.
"So, Isabella, it's nice to see you nicely, perfectly cleaned without need
of any intervention by human hands. The only phase that cannot be done by
machines is this one: the applying of our Guarantee" the smiling lady explained
while she removed the goggles and cap from Isabella. She left her tape gag
there, though. Isabella could see that the lady had a name badge on her smock.
It read "Sheila". She had a small package with her, too. She opened it and
showed the mute girl its contents.
The first item was a little bra, made of very thin semi-clear rubber. It
had no shoulder straps, just a single buckle that had to be done up behind
the wearer's back, and that made it possible putting it on the still bound
little girl. Isabella noticed at once how it rubbed against her still erected
nipples. She whined into her gag again. Sheila explained: "Just a little
present by Robowash, since you've been such a brave little girl. But now,
the last touch" she stated and, ignoring the gagged complaints that were
coming from Isabella's nose, took some strange, thin plastic object from
the box. What was it? Horrified Isabella understood it right while Sheila
was fixing her with it- it was a crotchrope all right, made of that kind
of plastic they use as cable-ties or disposable flexi-handcuffs. The diabolical
thing was cleverly strapped on her body by Sheila, so tightly that she was
feeling as if she was being sawed in half by it.
"This way you'll be positively sealed up and guaranteed as perfectly clean
until our guarantees are removed" Sheila explained. So Isabella had just
been so cleverly cleaned, soaped, brushed, massaged, stimulated and dried,
front and back, up and down, and now she had her seal of guarantee that testified
that.
Only after the diabolical strap had been tightened firmly enough, Sheila
brushed the girl's blond hair some, then used a small bottle of solvent in
order to remove the adhesive tape from Isabella's lips. The little girl stretched
her jaw and lips, but didn't dare to say anything. Her hands and feet were
then freed and she could go into the next room to get dressed again. As soon
as she was alone there, she tried tugging at her crotchstrap. She gave up
at once, though- tugging at it only made it feel worse. She just had to keep
it on under her ordinary clothes. She decided to keep the rubber bra on too,
because she liked the way it was rubbing against her nipples. Walking, however,
wasn't so easy while so crotchtied.
"Just remember: you shouldn't remove the guarantees from the girl here before
you all are home," Sheila instructed Isabella's parents. They had already
been explained where the nasty strap could be cut off without causing any
problems. And the staff lady added smiling, "You should let her think about
it all for some time, too. In the end, we hope that she'll feel like coming
to be washed up again by our machineries".
Isabella needed to think plenty of thoughts indeed. And the worst thought-or
the best one- was that she already hoped to go there and be cleaned again
in some days. And she was ready to know much more about her body.
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