Night shift at the love-a-lot doll factory- Edited

Night shift at the love-a-lot doll factory (Edited)

Catherine was a security guard, doing her usual rounds patrolling the main factory floor of the Love-A-Lot doll factory.  The factory was an expansive building, lined with many snaking conveyor belts, overhead tracks, and huge mechanical machines.  The company specialized in the manufacture of sex dolls, and the new even more popular, sex androids.  While they shipped them world wide, their main target market was Asia.  The factory also dealt with repairs for the more complex androids, being much more cost effective than to simply send a brand new one out every time someone fucked the daylights out of one before the warranty was up.

Catherine was currently walking on one of the ramps running over top of a running conveyor belt for returned androids.  The factory needed very little human interaction, as it was nearly entirely autonomous with only an understaffed security team, and a few forklift drivers remaining.  While she would normally have kept walking, minding her own business, her eyes couldn’t help but be drawn towards the moving belt as she noticed one of the robots had been coated entirely from head to toe in gold paint, something she was almost certain the factory didn’t make.

Catherine watched, leaning against the handrail, as the gold robot disappeared under a set of thick rubber strips marking the entrance to one of the machines.  She leaned on the rail with a little more weight and pondered why anyone would want to buy one of these things, especially since they were so lifelike, why not just get a girlfriend.  Catherine burst into laughter, and practically folded in two over the handrail, in a hysterical glee at the thought.  The thought made her laugh, even more than it should have, but it was funny.  That was, until Catherine heard a loud ping as the top bolts holding the handrail in place sheared in two, sending the poor woman barreling over the edge, knocking one of the robots off the conveyor belt entirely, and then Catherine found herself taking the robot's place.

Catherine landed on her back, feet facing forwards.  The fall caused Catherine to have the wind knocked out of her.  The conveyor belt ride was far too short for Catherine to have time to regain her senses and she was whooshed inside the machine without a moment to lose.  The still dazed Catherine was just beginning to regain her wits, and was about too sit up.  Before Catherine could sit up, two hook-like devices politely helped her onto her feat.  Catherine appreciated the assistance until she realized, on the other hand, that these might not be so helpful.  Catherine felt the hooks locking over the top of her shoulders and under her armpits, holding her in place.  Then a metallic robotic gripper, similar to those found in a car factory reached over from the side, armed with a set of scissors and effortlessly removed the struggling security guard's clothes.  Catherine watched as her clothes were tossed into a disposal chute near by before the arm retracted back into its original position.  Suddenly another arm swung in and dropped an identity tag attached to a string around her neck, like a crude necklace.

Another arm on the other side of the belt waved a paddle like device over her new necklace, scanning the RFID chip inside.  When a green light flashed on the paddle Catherine was moved onward through a hanging set of double rubber strips.  The hooks under Catherine's arms kept her standing up as the black rubber belt below her changed to a metal grated one.  Catherine's eyes nearly popped out their sockets at the site she witnessed as she entered the next chamber of the machine, it looked like nothing short of a miniature car wash, made for people, although the best she could estimate led her to believe it was quite a bit longer than a normal car wash.

A set of high-pressure nozzles was fast approaching and there were, fan like, nozzles behind them.  There was little Catherine could do but shut her eyes, and mouth, and hope for the best.  The first set of nozzles where mounted on two poles, to either side of the belt, and underneath the grated flooring shooting directly up towards both the soles of her feat, but also her tender inner thighs and lips.

Cones of hot water were drenching her from head to toes, and other nozzles were spraying back up to her nether regions.  All of this left her dripping wet from the rather forceful shower as she was brought under fan like nozzles, firmly attached too an arch that ran over head.  The hissing nozzles spit out dollops of thick antibacterial foam, the clumps clinging to her still damp body.

With the soapy foam covering her eyes Catherine couldn’t see the other 2 robotic arms approaching her from the sides, both armed with the same soapy nozzles, one was fan shaped like the others while the one follow it was rounded and smooth with a simple hole in its center.

The fan like nozzle moved down to the start of Catherine's left leg spurting more thick rich suds up her leg, over her pouting lips, while panning back and forth a couple times.   Knowing exactly what this part of the androids had been used for the machines needed to make sure the android was safe, and sanitary, before reshipping.  This process continued down the inside of the other leg it continued until, from the outside, no one could tell Catherine wasn't just some sort of wanna be snowman, let alone a robot, or even less likely, a person.

Meanwhile another nozzle moved in towards Catherine's tightly shut mouth, pushing its way inside, Catherine had no choice but to let the intrusive nozzle in for risk of it breaking her clenched teeth.  Once inside Catherine could taste the horrible foam gushing from the nozzles as it began to fill her oral hole with the same white foam.  Before pulling out, just before she felt like she would choke on the stuff and sharply spitting it out as best she could, the nozzle moved down to her virginal hole.  As the nozzle entered with the same speed and efficiency it filled her up like a cream bun in a cake shop, not stopping till the foam began to leak out of the hole.

Catherine hardly felt it leave as it slipped back out of her froth filled vagina, however what she did feel was a sharp prodding as it slipped into her anus, pumping that full as well with the antibacterial soap.  The machine saw her as nothing more than a used, dirty, sex toy needing to be cleaned and tested for defects.

With Catherine now fully covered in disinfectant, inside and out, she was tugged further down the wash tunnel.  Now a set of prickly bristled vertical brushes swung into place, bouncing against her DD breasts and pert nipples, scouring them pink along with the rest of her front section.  They slowly moved around to her sides and back getting caught in, and tugging at, her curly red hair in the process.  Then slapping her ample rear with the stiff brush bristles, before swinging out then moving on to the robot behind her.

The belt continued moving onward as a set of horizontal drum brushes moved in, one brush behind her, and one in front, spinning up to speed before sandwiching her legs between the two and scrubbing up her soapy legs before reaching her nether region.  The brushes Paused for a moment on "the spot" before,  sweeping up and down about a foot in either way.  The brushes also changed rotation direction as her front and rear dribbled soap onto the brushes.  The brushes were swept straight back over her holes, before the brushes ascended upwards over her plump bosoms, sweeping up under them before they slipped back through the barrage of needle thin strands of nylon.

The brushes then moved up, brushing against Catherine's face and washing away any make up she may have had on.  Then her hair received the most through brushing of her life as her curls one by one were straightened out, only to snap back too their original shape.  The machine saw the poor girls face as yet another high traffic area, it was given the same treatment as downstairs, sweeping back and forth over her head, before finally advancing Catherine and moving on to the next android in line.

The assault of brushes didn’t end there, as three small cylinder shaped brushes, mounted on more robotic arms moved in around her.  The brushes were about 15cm long but only 5cm in diameter and as they positioned themselves in front of each of her three holes.
Then they thrust inside Catherine without any warning, and began to spin, changing directions ever ten seconds, scouring her insides like dirty pots and pans.  Eventually with a flick of the bristles they were yanked out of her.

The torment of the brushes was finally over, a set of arches blasted away what little remained of the antibacterial soap, with more steamy hot water as several other armature controlled nozzles flushed away any soap out of her holes.  Finally Catherine was pulled out of the cleaning chamber through another set of hanging double rubber curtains.

The poor woman was finally given a small reprieve, Catherine now found herself inside the drying chamber, her body was blown dry using heated fans from all angles, even robotically controlled blowers helped to dry her hair and holes of any excessive dampness.

Just as Catherine was beginning to relax a little from the warmth of the dryers, she heard a whoosh of hissing steam just in front of her.  A set of robotic arms armed with steam cleaners with wide cup like heads were moving in front of her, they had just finished steaming the hair of the android in front of her and were about to move on to hers.  One of the nozzles began steaming the hair on Catherine's head whilst the other choose a far more obscene path cupping over her lower lips and pubes.  Catherine yelped from the heat as her carpet received the same treatment as the matching curtains.

With the arms satisfied at another job well done, they moved onto the next robot on the conveyor belt.  Now at the end of the drying chamber Catherine was pulled through one more set of hanging black rubber strips into the inspection and packaging area.  Inside she could see two of the sex bots in front of her as she heard some sort of computerized system speak to the first android “Android: 26842210 Begin functionality test sequence!”

Catherine watched carefully as what appeared to be a faux cock moved in front of the androids mouth then the android began to suck hungrily on the fake manhood, once the computer was satisfied that this test was complete the machine pulled it away.  The dildo then moved down to the sex bots other two holes where the fake manhood was met with the same treatment, a green light from the base of the dick caused the android to be shuffled forward under some cameras and eventually down one of two tunnels, labeled packaging and repair.

Once the first android was on its way, the next one was brought forward to the faux cock, “Android: 48329540 Begin functionality test sequence!”  As the room went still the android refused to move, and it made a few strange groaning noises before falling silent.  Receiving a red light from the dick in front of it, the android went further forward under the cameras where it was red lighted for a tear in the silicone on one of its arms before being sent to the repair tunnel.

It was now Catherine’s turn at the dildo, she was pulled forward in front of it as she heard, “Android:  28426776 Begin functionality test sequence!”  Catherine hesitated for a moment, glancing back at the two tunnels before deciding whatever was down the packaging tunnel couldn’t be anywhere near as bad as what must lie in wait for her down the repair tunnel.  With this logic in mind, Catherine opened her mouth taking in the large penis.  She began to put the most effort into any blowjob she had ever done, sucking the fake meat all the way to the back to her throat before the wannabe mathematical instrument was removed from her drooling mouth.  Catherine put the same effort for the tests of both her front and rear entrances, proving she was up to the job when the light at the base of the Dick turned a bright emerald green.

Licking the drool from her lips Catherine now had only to prove she looked the part, sucking in her tummy, and pushing her butt out to make it look bigger than it already was, the cameras clicked and flickered over her every curve before she received another victorious green light.  Then Catherine was sent down the packaging tunnel.

Nearly as soon as Catherine entered the tunnel she found robotic arms waiting for her.  Catherine felt herself being dropped feat first into a clear polyurethane plastic bag, the hooks around her shoulders finally released her and a pair of heated metal jaws snapped over the top of the bag heat-sealing it shut.  Luckily for her, there were a few air holes thoughtfully cut out in the plastic bag allowing her to still breathe.  The trapped woman struggled frantically to tear open the plastic bag but all it seamed to do was stretch rather than tear.  Catherine's efforts were, however, in vain as her bagged body was laid down inside of an even tougher cardboard box.  Then her box moved along the as the empty void around her was suddenly filled with packing peanuts from an overhead shoot.  Finally the lid of Catherine's box was taped shut and plastic ties were snapped around the outside of the box for extra security.

The scrubbed clean, ill treated, and encased young woman, was now seen as nothing more than just another sex toy and her box was stamped with shipping info for her new owner before being dropped onto a pallet and whisked into the back of an awaiting truck.

The end of the story, for the reader, but not for Catherine.