AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

You scream at the top of your lungs as you are whipped into a tunnel like some freaked out combination of car-wash and amusement park ride. Completely dark, you are dragged through a hurricane of water, brushes, and chemicals, the frame starting and jolting to a stop at various stations along the way.

At the first stop you are pummeled with hot water sprays. The jets are well aimed, including one tight, needle thin stream aimed directly at your asshole.

Oh god, you squirm. Is this making your horny?

Another series of jets forcefully jostle your penis and balls. Other jets stroke across your nipples, into your ears, and over your head.

Thoroughly soaked, the jets stop and are replaced by something softer, some gluey, noxious chemical over which covers every inch of your body.

Thank goodness for the breathing tube and the mask!

A few seconds later and you are completely covered.

*Click!*

The frame jolts sideways to the second station.

*Brrrrrunnnnnnnnn*

Large motors in the dark spin into motion.

*Whap!*

A large, fat, wet, felt paddle slaps against your body.

"MMMPPHMN!" You scream into your gag, more from surprise than pain.

*WHAP* - *WHAP*

Flexible felt paddles are slapping everywhere. You try twisting out of the way, but there is no escape. Paddles hit you then slide wetly over your body. Paddles come from all directions: back, front, sides, head, feet, legs. Worst of all are the paddles that come up between your legs, slapping your balls and then sliding roughly over them before dropping away to do it again, alternating with paddles that slap down on your penis, then curled around it as they stroke down and off.

The paddles are slapping and rubbing the noxious gluey chemical into your skin, all over your body. Slapping, rubbing, and then returning to slap again.

After a good 15 minutes of slapping and rubbing, slapping and rubbing over every inch of your body, they finally stop. Your skin has been rubbed raw, and if it weren't dark, you're sure it would be glowing pink.

Brushes!!

Soft-bristle brushes attack you from all directions. You are submerged in vibrating brushes that scrubbed each and every inch of your body.

It's as if your body is locked inside a suit of armor which is covered on the inside with soft brushes, all of them turned towards your body. There are brushes in your crotch, between your ass cheeks, brushes up and down each arm, between each finger and each toe, all over your head, under your chin, over your stomach, inside each ear... everywhere.

And they are all vigorously vibrating and rotating, all at the same time. You are swimming in a sea of vibrating brushes.

*CLANG*

The brushes pull away and the frame jolts back to the first stop.

This time, instead of the noxious chemical, there is something decidedly more slippery and foamy... with an overpowering floral scent that is sprayed all over you.

*CLANK*

The frame goes back to the slapping paddles and brushes.

Is there any skin left???

*CLANG*

Back to the rinse station.

*CLANK*

This time, the frame slides WAY forward, to a third station where a soft sea of terri-cloth hands dry you off, followed by some hurricane-**** winds that blow-dry your whole body with warm air.

And finally.... now you're done.

The frame slides out of a slot, out of the car-wash, and back into the open air.

But it's an entirely new room.