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A Pressing Question 2

"Oh, it's starting to tingle up my thighs now," the brunette laughed as the magicienne continued cranking her body through the wringer. "Oh- ummmm.. AaaH!" Denise screamed as her hips reached the rollers. "Oh god, oh!" She cried out again as the rubber cylinders pressed her hips, and her pussy between them, flat, while Chardonnay reached back to help support her shoulders.

"Was that good for you, Denise?" Chardonnay asked, pausing. The volunteer just managed an affirmative sounding "nnnyrrs," as she tried to catch her breath.

Chardonnay laughed, then started turning the crank again, and Denise started screaming in pleasure again as her breasts were squashed flat between the rollers. "Oh, yes! Don't stop!"

"Well, I'm glad you're enjoying this," Chardonnay paused as her volunteer panted, trying to catch a breath with flattened lungs. "Because I probably should have mentioned the results are permanent."

"What?!" Denise cried in surprise and horror, her eyes wide.

"Just kidding," Chardonnay grinned wickedly, turning the crank again and pulling Denise's head between the rubber-enclosed steel. "Or was I...? Oh well, too late now!" The magicienne chuckled as her victim passed completely through the rollers.

To be continued...