The Wringer kept pulling her body through, relentlessly. The tingling as the rollers crushed it reached her vulva, and she involuntarily gasped, reached down- a mistake. As soon as her fingers touched the rollers, they were pressed flat as well. She didn't notice as the sensation spread across her clit, just shuddered and moaned. And then she couldn't feel it, at all. Only now did she realize her hands were trapped as well. There was no way she could get out of this herself.<br /><br />She looked down. This was no dream, no simple trick. Those were her legs, flat, coming out of the press. And she could see her pussy- just a bit of it, at least- crushed paper thin. So much for the seduction... She could only hope The Magician arrived before it was too late...