quick rub down.

To Shannon's surprise, she was lead to the bathroom.

"What's going on?" She asked. "I don't have to go!"

"Affirmative." The first robot said. "We just saw you urinate yourself."

"Then why are we going to the bathroom."

"Subject has soiled herself. As a courtesy we will clean her." Robot two said, pushing Shannon along the tile floor.

"No, please don't clean me!" Shannon said, horrified.

"The task is no problem." Robot one said. With a free extending arm it reached forward and turned on the sink. It then drew a pile of paper towels and soaked them in water. Then it reached down and started wiping Shannon's bare feet. She squealed, kicking a little, but held helpless by the robot's clamps. They ran up her well muscled calves, then her thighs. Then it began rubbing between her legs. Shannon gasped, wide eyed, and slammed her thighs shut. But, as it kept wiping in a up and down motion, Shannon felt her legs relaxed. Frank had gotten her sooo riled up, and the rubbing felt good! Though her rational mind said to stop her lust **** her to spread her legs.

"Strange. Subject is growing wetter." Robot one said.

"Keep rubbing until moisture ceases." Robot two suggested. The robot limb kept rubbing. Shannon moaned, unable to hold it in. She was getting off.. by a security bot! She just could help it though. She started gyrating, wiggling her hips to increase the pleasure. In less then a minute she screamed in orgasm, overcome by bliss.

"Liquid appears to be stopping." Bot one said."

"Finally." Bot two said stupidly. The robot's started pushing Shannon forward again. Shannon, totally spent, didn't even pick up her feet as her legs dragged. She was moist, sexed out, naked and humiliated in a public space station and couldn't do a thing about it!