The girls get cleaned up

Valkyrie was sitting on Nebula's head, rubbing her face into the slime, when a metallic tentacle wrapped her waist and hoisted her into the air. She heard the rumble of a robotic voice.

"UNIDENTIFIED PRESENCE DETECTED IN SLIME PIT. CARWASH DROID 69 ENACTING OMEGA PROTOCOL."

"Um, what?"

She struggled against the tentacle pinning her arms to her sides as the droid, a shiny chrome octopus whose many tentacles were equipped with multiple hoses and vibrating brushes, lifted her up before the gathered truckers. A busload of Kree tourists had just pulled into the truck stop, and they were flocking around her with their space cameras at the ready. Valkyrie squealed with outrage as more tentacles took hold of her ankles and gently prised her legs apart.

"Hey! That's my... you're not allowed to do that! Stop! Stop right now, or I'll..."

A torrent of ice-cold water sprayed directly between her legs. Two more hoses sprayed her tits, stiffening her nipples. She was soaked all over from head to toe, turned around so everyone could see her from every angle, before the hoses switched to warm water and gave her another thorough spraying. Then, for some reason, she was taken down and dunked in the slime before the whole process was repeated from the beginning.

"No! Don't take pictures! I hate you! I hate all of you!"

Mantis, recieving the same treatment, squirmed in discomfort as stiff vibrating bristles moved towards her ribs and her inner thighs. A nozzle sprayed soap over her breasts, covering her in frothy bubbles that were soon washed off by more warm water. She was always curious about new experiences, but this one was proving a little much for her. Beside her, Nebula howled in fury as jets of water tormented her blueberry-coloured nipples and a roller brush began to spin between her legs.

"You idiot machine! I will destroy you!"

"HOSTILITY DETECTED. COMMENCING PACIFICATION PROTOCOL."

"What? What does that... no!"

Mantis was tilted onto her back, wriggling and giggling as the brushes teased her **** flanks. Her eyes went wide as she saw, approaching between her legs, a robotic arm wielding a long rubber strap.

"No! Not my... please! I don't deserve this! I... I'm a good girl... ow! Ow ow ow!"

Quill watched in satisfaction as three bare bottoms, one brown, one blue and one green, were lined up alongside each other to recieve the spanking of a lifetime. Valkyrie, Nebula and Mantis writhed and kicked and squealed and protested as their soaking-wet, suds-dripping posteriors were punished, all while merciless brushes and water-jets continued to play havoc with their nubile forms. He was pretty sure this couldn't get any better.

"COMMENCING PUBLIC ORGASM PROTOCOL. THIS IS AN IMPORTANT PART OF THE CLEANING PROCESS. LIVE FOOTAGE WILL BE STREAMED TO ALL MAJOR GALACTIC NEWS SERVICES."

"D-damn you, Tony Stark..."