Clara treats herself

Clara wanted to help her friends, but the ache in her stomach was overpowering.

The moment she smashed the button, the chair began to glide across the floor, a panel in the wall rising to let her past.

The chair stopped suddenly, the restraints retracted and the chair tipped forwards, throwing Clara to the ground.

The brunette let out a shriek of surprise as she was doused in more water...but this time it was warm. Clara stood up and enjoyed the relaxing spray, letting the water warm her up and wash away the last of the soap suds.

The shower switched off, but Clara barely had time to shiver before warm air was blown over her from all directions, quickly drying her naked figure.

A warm and dry Clara padded through the door a short while later, still embarrassed to be naked, but happy that her situation was at least improving. This new room was pleasantly warm as well, even for someone in their birthday suit.

Her legs went weak when she saw all of her favourite dishes laid out before her. Sinking into the nearest chair, the starving girl gratefully gorged herself.

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Clara collapsed back in her chair, clutching her stomach. She'd never eaten so much food in one sitting before!

The naked girl gasped as the chair underneath her moved away from the table. Clara clutched her body in fear...but was soon crying tears of joy as she was taken to an cosy bedroom.

Clara closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the soft carpet underneath her bare feet; after spending so long walking around smooth, cold floors, she didn't realise how much she missed carpets.

The brunette spotted a matching set of pajamas folded neatly on the bed. She pulled them on, shaking with the relief of being able to wear something again.

Clara was so exhausted that she slipped beneath the warm covers and was soon fast asleep...

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Amy flopped onto the floor, once again beginning to drift out of consciousness.

All she could hear was running water, crying and squeaks. Even Gwen, who had been the most strong willed of any of them, had finally broken.

Rose half heartedly attempted to throw an arm across her chest, but she knew there was no point. The machine would have full control of her limbs, and everyone present had seen every inch of each others body.

Martha's tears mixed with the rivulets of water running down her face. Her skin had developed a glossy sheen, having been polished repeatedly on the smooth floor.

Gwen tried to curl up into a ball, but the mechanical arm grabbed her by the wrist this time and pulled her upwards once again. Her loins had been blasted almost constantly with warm water; but no matter how she contorted her body, Gwen was unable to extract even a smidge of pleasure from it. Her insides ached and her pussy had been ravaged...but the naked girl had never felt less sexually aroused.

Amy didn't know how long they had been there or how many cycles they had endured. There was no way to tell how much time had passed.

Would they be trapped forever? Would the rest of their lives consist only of being scrubbed, washed, rinsed and polished?