The Spin Dryer
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MsLinnet
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the story has been submited hope to see it up soon thanks for the input, now the next question is do i do a second part this is what i have so far
The Spin Dryer Part 2 First Draft All comments welcome
My faithful washing machine returned the following day and my need for men in my life was once again redundant. Things seemed to be going well in my life I was working very hard to reach my goal for promotion and it was a beautiful moment of my life when it finally came. I had sacrificed much to get to this point I was now an office manager, with a small but comfortable office that over looked the working floor.
I had been able to put away 25 grand a year for five years, which had let her buy the small house outright, without much of a mortgage.
At 25 I had been promoted far beyond my years I always wondered why? I know I worked hard but my 3 promotions in my job in Marketing for someone so young was unheard of and there was a lot of resentment on the working floor, I was feeling quite comfortable and secure. I had even, for the first time, decided to splurge and buy things on credit rather than saving to pay the full price, I intended to live a little cutting back on my overtime and I fully intended to turn my non existent social life on for a change, the search of men was to be one of my biggest priority’s.
I had never lacked from offers from men and for that matter there had been a few from other women. Being 6 feet tall and somewhat graceful, from all the ballet training I had forced in to me when I was at school and as far as looks go I think I am reasonably attractive, with a strong face, and intense blue eyes, high cheekbones, and dark, lips.
I always kept my hair long, too long, some said, over the years I always had a strange affectation with woman with almost mannish behaviour and strength, even looks, was I a lesbian I don’t know but it was something at this time in my life I could not explain.
I awoke early the day after my presentation, there was a sudden feeling of discomfort within me I didn’t know from where but something was wrong. The room was cool and quiet the clock on my dresser had stopped ticking of the air conditioning was off, only the bright sunlight was the same as yesterday, not thinking mush more about it comfortable in a pair of loose black silk pyjama bottoms and a thin silk top, I pulled the duvet up around my shoulders against planning to fall back to sleep until the alarm went off.
How could I the clock wasn’t working what was I thinking what time was it was I late for work? In my moment of panic I forgot it was Saturday whatever was wrong in the world would have to wait until later I closed My eyes, trying to find sleep once more and enjoy the romance of the dream I had left.
I did not hear the door open or the soft tread of someone crossing my bedroom floor.
It was only seconds later I gasped in surprise as my duvet and sheets were yanked off my body, I twisted onto my back, opening my eyes wide as I could, it was then I found myself staring up at a man standing next to my bed. I twisted to my right, where another stood, there was something familiar about them but in my shock I could not think what a shock of terror washed through me as they stared at me, their lips seemed to curl upwards.
One reached out with his hands grabbing my body, I twisted away trying to escape, only to be grasped by the other, there heavy male hands clutched my arms tight, bruising my skin holding me then and dragging me kicking and screaming from the safety of my bed,
As the men dragged me across the floor, one yanking at my pyjama bottoms, pulling them down my legs, then they were off. I screamed and kicked, and a slap hard across my face threw my head back and made my ears ring as pair of hands gripped the front of my top and tore it open, the thin fabric shredding from top to bottom.
Another hand gripped my hair pulling on it viciously I screamed in pain.
My head was forced back so far I thought that my neck was going to snap, and then something thick and long was thrust into mouth, it felt rubbery it filled my mouth it pressed down on my tongue, which seemed to choke me even as a heavy strap was wound across my mouth and it was buckled behind my head.
I struggling frantically, I twisted and kicked at them as my body was lifted into the air then slammed down across my only antique an old leather chair that was givin to me by my father before his death.
She felt her legs spread, kicked apart by booted feet, felt hands at her ankles, tying them to the back legs of the chair as her arms were pulled forward and down, and more rope wound around her slender wrists.
She burned with shame at her positioning, but the terror of what the men intended was even more powerful and she continued to pull desperately against the ropes as they dug into her soft skin and held her firmly in place. A padded blindfold went around her eyes and blocked her view, and she moaned and waited for the inevitable, her heart pounding, my pulse racing.
For the longest time I felt and heard nothing, then I flinched as I felt a finger at my sex,
The Spin Dryer Part 2 First Draft All comments welcome
My faithful washing machine returned the following day and my need for men in my life was once again redundant. Things seemed to be going well in my life I was working very hard to reach my goal for promotion and it was a beautiful moment of my life when it finally came. I had sacrificed much to get to this point I was now an office manager, with a small but comfortable office that over looked the working floor.
I had been able to put away 25 grand a year for five years, which had let her buy the small house outright, without much of a mortgage.
At 25 I had been promoted far beyond my years I always wondered why? I know I worked hard but my 3 promotions in my job in Marketing for someone so young was unheard of and there was a lot of resentment on the working floor, I was feeling quite comfortable and secure. I had even, for the first time, decided to splurge and buy things on credit rather than saving to pay the full price, I intended to live a little cutting back on my overtime and I fully intended to turn my non existent social life on for a change, the search of men was to be one of my biggest priority’s.
I had never lacked from offers from men and for that matter there had been a few from other women. Being 6 feet tall and somewhat graceful, from all the ballet training I had forced in to me when I was at school and as far as looks go I think I am reasonably attractive, with a strong face, and intense blue eyes, high cheekbones, and dark, lips.
I always kept my hair long, too long, some said, over the years I always had a strange affectation with woman with almost mannish behaviour and strength, even looks, was I a lesbian I don’t know but it was something at this time in my life I could not explain.
I awoke early the day after my presentation, there was a sudden feeling of discomfort within me I didn’t know from where but something was wrong. The room was cool and quiet the clock on my dresser had stopped ticking of the air conditioning was off, only the bright sunlight was the same as yesterday, not thinking mush more about it comfortable in a pair of loose black silk pyjama bottoms and a thin silk top, I pulled the duvet up around my shoulders against planning to fall back to sleep until the alarm went off.
How could I the clock wasn’t working what was I thinking what time was it was I late for work? In my moment of panic I forgot it was Saturday whatever was wrong in the world would have to wait until later I closed My eyes, trying to find sleep once more and enjoy the romance of the dream I had left.
I did not hear the door open or the soft tread of someone crossing my bedroom floor.
It was only seconds later I gasped in surprise as my duvet and sheets were yanked off my body, I twisted onto my back, opening my eyes wide as I could, it was then I found myself staring up at a man standing next to my bed. I twisted to my right, where another stood, there was something familiar about them but in my shock I could not think what a shock of terror washed through me as they stared at me, their lips seemed to curl upwards.
One reached out with his hands grabbing my body, I twisted away trying to escape, only to be grasped by the other, there heavy male hands clutched my arms tight, bruising my skin holding me then and dragging me kicking and screaming from the safety of my bed,
As the men dragged me across the floor, one yanking at my pyjama bottoms, pulling them down my legs, then they were off. I screamed and kicked, and a slap hard across my face threw my head back and made my ears ring as pair of hands gripped the front of my top and tore it open, the thin fabric shredding from top to bottom.
Another hand gripped my hair pulling on it viciously I screamed in pain.
My head was forced back so far I thought that my neck was going to snap, and then something thick and long was thrust into mouth, it felt rubbery it filled my mouth it pressed down on my tongue, which seemed to choke me even as a heavy strap was wound across my mouth and it was buckled behind my head.
I struggling frantically, I twisted and kicked at them as my body was lifted into the air then slammed down across my only antique an old leather chair that was givin to me by my father before his death.
She felt her legs spread, kicked apart by booted feet, felt hands at her ankles, tying them to the back legs of the chair as her arms were pulled forward and down, and more rope wound around her slender wrists.
She burned with shame at her positioning, but the terror of what the men intended was even more powerful and she continued to pull desperately against the ropes as they dug into her soft skin and held her firmly in place. A padded blindfold went around her eyes and blocked her view, and she moaned and waited for the inevitable, her heart pounding, my pulse racing.
For the longest time I felt and heard nothing, then I flinched as I felt a finger at my sex,
GratefulFred
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Perhaps the guys talk about their experience later and find themselves over time addicted to sex in a laundry mat. Sounds like a trend.
Great stuff...worthy of a 6 if I could vote.
Great stuff...worthy of a 6 if I could vote.
emap
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I was thinking you were going to do a return trip to the laundromat.
However so far it's sounding good, my perverted mind even is thinking there is a long line of guys. Two works though, I'm interested in seeing where this one is going. 
two roses up.
However so far it's sounding good, my perverted mind even is thinking there is a long line of guys.
Two works though, I'm interested in seeing where this one is going. two roses up.
MsLinnet
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emap said:I was thinking you were going to do a return trip to the laundromat.
However so far it's sounding good, my perverted mind even is thinking there is a long line of guys.
I think the way I am thinking is for these two guys are the same two guys from the laundrette, but there is a link to her place of work.
I have added this to give the story a bit more than just the one fuck.
She has made enemy’s over the last few years and this could be played out, but I am not sure yet we will see.
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