“Hey, wakey wakey princess~” Someone’s voice pierced my thoughts. The inky blackness was quickly burned away by the bright light. “Oh perfect! The princess of the school is awake.” The woman before me cooed, her raven locks framing her freckled face. I blinked in confusion, and tried to cover my eyes. But… for some reason my arms would not move, instead all I could feel was a warm tingling sensation where my hands should be. In fact, everything below my waist tingled with that same sensation, if I weren’t so confused I would say it was quite pleasurable!


“Awww, is the poor girl confused?” The girl grinned, “Here, lemme show you your current situation.” With a giggle the girl reached down and hoisted up one of my legs. The pressure from her touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. God what is wrong with me!? “Heh, do you like this? Your nipples are awfully perky~”


Before I could retort I felt fear clench my heart, and a wave of confusion drown out any thoughts. In her hand was definitely my leg, I could tell by the leggings and Converse I wore. But the way my leg hung limp in her hand revealed more than I could have thought. My leg looked like a fucking towel! It simply hung there, all two dimension like! Try as I could, my leg would not budge!


“Awww, poor, poor Mallory. All confused.” My captor teased as she dropped my leg. Grabbing the light she brought it low, “Does this answer the little question you have?” With a maniacal giggle the huge metal drums of the wringer came into light. My heart nearly stopped, as I was up to my waist in the machine. She even shoved my hands into the contraption!


“O-Oh… God…” I moaned in fear, “Why are you doing this to me?!” I squeal as the wringer’s drums turn slightly, eating up more of my body. “What did I do to you?!”


The wringer stops as the girl comes to my side, “What did you do?” She asked, running a thumb across my cheek, “Do you truly not remember?”


I shake my head, tears welling in my eyes.


“Oh you poor, poor thing…” She whispers in my ear, “But it still won’t save you.” Her devious smile soon fills my vision. I feel my body slowly, centimeter by centimeter, being pulled into the wringer. “I will just leave you like this for the time being.” Her lips press against my forehead, “Try to remember, Mallory. The boy you broke.”


“No please! I seriously don’t know what you are going on about!” But she would not listen. I could only watch as she stomped up the stairs, her feet vanishing up the last step right before a loud echoes through the room. “Please! Come back!” As I opened my mouth to all again, a moan escaped my lips as the pleasure raced through my body. “No--ooooooo…” I moaned again, this time feeling myself begin to climax. This really couldn’t be happening! I was being flattened by some crazy girl and I was getting off on it!?


The minutes ticked by as I tried to gather my thoughts, granted fighting three different emotions made it really hard to do! Pleasure, fear and confusion gripped me in an insane cocktail of emotion. The wringer continued to make easy work of my body, much to my weird pleasure. Despite the pleasure, I was terrified beyond belief! It was obvious I could not move, but would I ever return to normal?!


“OOOOOOH!” I gasped as the wringer pressed against my erect nipples, causing me to release some fluids down below. I could feel a constant stream of warmth as my juices continued to flow down my legs, adding to the tingling sensation. “More….” I whimpered as my body rippled from the pleasure, “Please more…”


“Wow, you really are a sick fuck.” The woman's’ voice snapped me out of my euphoria. “Here you are, being flattened and you are getting off on it.” Her fingers gripped beneath my chin, “Well let’s keep the fun going huh!?” With a laugh she tilted my head forward, and I watched in terror as the rest of my body was pulled through the wringer. I thought my head would follow, but I was wrong. My neck continued to be pulled through, but my head never followed. “How you feeling now, LONG NECK?”


Her nails dig into my chin, “Please… stop this…” I moaned and released some more, despite my current situation. “I...I can’t handle this… why are you doing this to me?” I could feel my long neck noodle land upon my folded body.


“Hmph, guess you really don’t recall.” She sighed giving my head a tug, “A shame really, because I was hoping to return you after this.” Head still in hand, the woman grabbed my feet. “Guess this will be a fitting punishment.” She shoved my feet into the wringer, “Hope you enjoy living life as paste.” She smiled that crazed smile, “A fitting punishment for the girl who broke my brother’s heart, don’t you think?”


“Broke?” What was this woman going on about? Again, before I could respond, I feel my body begin to fold in on itself. My neck continues to stretch, adding a layer on top of my thin midsection, legs and shoulders. The moisture from my nether regions soak into my body, turning it more into a paste due to the pressure. “Oh…” A moan escapes my lips as I continue to climax. There is a continuous pressure being applied to my vagina, which must be fifteen long at this point. My cheeks must have been on fire at this point, as the pleasure was overwhelming all conscious thought.


“Tch…” My captor groaned in disgust, “You are absolutely disgusting.” She gave my head one last tug, forcing my neck to be stretched over three feet in length. “Enjoy your new life.” Walking over to the wringer, the woman kicked the wringer into overdrive. “Bye bitch.”

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For the next fifteen minutes the woman watched as her brother’s ex-girlfriend was reduced to nothing but a cream colored paint to add to her mural of girls. “Hey bro, the deed is done.” The woman said into her phone. “The girl who broke your heart is nothing but paint for project.”
“Uh, sis? Are you so sure you got her?” Her brother asked, his voice filled with confusion.


“Yeah, you said the big queen on campus. Hell I still had a picture of her…” She mumbled, “Why do you ask? Does she have like some fucking doppelganger walking around?”


Her brother sighed, “No… but she did have a twin sister… that you reduced to paint.”


“Fuck…” The woman sighed, “Welp second time's a charm.”