She watched, helplessly, as her breasts slid between the rollers, the tingling continuing up her body as her erect nipples were crushed flat. She tried to gasp again, but realized, with her lungs flattened, it was completely impossible for her to breathe. Suddenly, she heard a sound- the door at the back of the theatre was opening. She tried to cry out, but couldn't make a sound. It was too late. The rollers had almost reached her head; no one would be able to get to her in time.<br /><br />She hoped she could at least have a decent expression on her face as she was pressed into a display board. The tingling of the rollers left a metallic taste on her tongue, then no taste as her mouth and nose were pressed flat. The last thing she saw before her eyes were squashed was the Magician, striding down the aisle.<br />---<br />The Wringer spit her out, flat as cardboard, as the Magician shook his head and sighed. "This will never do." He picked up Robyn, looked her over a few times, front and back, then called to his most trusted assistant.<br /><br />"Hitomi! We've had a mishap here I need to take care of. Could you open the storage room for me, and go get the Shredder?"<br /><br /><br /><br />To be continued?...