I don't know if there's a more official or proper term for this fetish, but I have a thing for women getting "processed". Knowingly and willingly entering a facility or a machine designed to sexually transform them and take something from them they'll never be able to get back. Knowing full well what's going to happen to them and going through with it anyway, with either horny excitement or flirty casual interest.
This is unfortunately usually a byproduct of some very dark and hardcore fetishes I don't really have a taste for, making it difficult to find a story that features this that I can stomach reading from beginning to end. But even if I don't like what's about to happen to them, I love that they like it. I like the idea of gorgeous women lining up to do it, and cooperating every step of the way, even as it has them getting naked in front of complete strangers. Throwing their clothes in the garbage when a can or a chute is provided, because what's about to happen to them means they'll probably never wear them again.
I've been spending this week trying to write something of my own that'll satisfy me on this front, and hopefully I'll be able to share it with the community within another week or two. But I just wanted to put this out there because I feel like one of my favorite things is an underutilized afterthought that almost no one on earth is actually interested in for its own sake. And maybe I'm hoping I'm wrong.
This is unfortunately usually a byproduct of some very dark and hardcore fetishes I don't really have a taste for, making it difficult to find a story that features this that I can stomach reading from beginning to end. But even if I don't like what's about to happen to them, I love that they like it. I like the idea of gorgeous women lining up to do it, and cooperating every step of the way, even as it has them getting naked in front of complete strangers. Throwing their clothes in the garbage when a can or a chute is provided, because what's about to happen to them means they'll probably never wear them again.
I've been spending this week trying to write something of my own that'll satisfy me on this front, and hopefully I'll be able to share it with the community within another week or two. But I just wanted to put this out there because I feel like one of my favorite things is an underutilized afterthought that almost no one on earth is actually interested in for its own sake. And maybe I'm hoping I'm wrong.
