There is nothing like spending an entire afternoon sunbathing at the most sought-after beachside resort in the country. The waiting list for Recours Aplati had beneficiaries waiting close to ten years to gain access to a single room! A single afternoon here cost patrons close to one hundred thousand dollars. One of their world famous margaritas, which I currently had in hand, would cost a guest over two thousand dollars. Yes, all of this would cost those lowly peasants dearly, but people in their greed willingly spent that much money. Me on the other hand, well my daddy owned the resort, and I am treated like the princess I am. I can get everything and anything I want, and not only here at the resort. The world knows the Aplati name, and they all bow before me, Rayne Aplati.
“Ahhhh,” I sigh as I finish my third margarita. My head spins slightly as the alcohol courses through my body, leaving me in a wonderful stupor. There was nothing like laying in my beachfront haven, nestled in the shade amongst the various pillows as the saltwater breeze tickled my hair. “Francisco~ Another one, now.” Lifting the glass up I gave it a gentle shake, the ice clinking inside. “Hup to it.”
My personal attendant left with the glass in hand. Francisco wasn’t the only person to bend to my whim here, everyone had to, even the other patrons! A moan escapes my lips as I feel my nethers tingle in pleasure from the thought. Thinking of the mere power I held always sent my thoughts into a tizzy. Biting my lip my fingers traveled slowly down my body, hugging the exposed curves of my flesh as I reached into my bikini bottom. My fingertips brushed against the moist lips of my vagina, they beckoned me, hungry to be pleased.
Glancing to each side, I slide my well toned and tanned legs off the lounge with my fingers still pressed against my wet nethers. I need to find somewhere a little more private to finish this off, normally I would just do it on the beach, but Daddy had to give me a scolding. Fingers still in my suit I quickly make my way over to the side entrance of the resort. My Converse-clad feet quickly eat up the distance, as I really need to let this one out. As I strut past several patrons I feel their eyes upon my bare skin, hungry for my body, which they all should. I am their princess, I need to be admired. My head feels light from the liquor and ecstasy running through my body, my vagina is practically tingling with pleasure as I race for the door.
Vision blurring what I took for as one door soon becomes two, and in my haste I rush to the one on my right. A gasp of pleasure and pain escapes as I end up running straight into the wall, and my hand forces itself up to my wrist inside me, and pure pleasure explodes down below. I gasp and moan, bracing myself against the wall, my breath catching in my chest. Oh how I wish this moment could last forever!
However the moment is short-lived as the actual door next to me in shoved open wide, the heavy metal comes slamming into the wall. A quick, sharp pain befalls my entire body as I am slammed into the wall, only to be replaced by the feeling of tightness. However this too is soon eroded away by the fire in my loins, as apparently my hand was pushed in even deeper!
A muffled moan escapes my lips, as my face is currently pressed tightly against the wall. A feeling of giddiness washes over my body as a warm liquid, my juices, begin to leak out from around my waist. I guess I couldn’t wait any longer, whoops. Another strange feeling occurs as I begin to cum, the feeling of warmth and wetness seems to be permeated my body. I try to pull my hand out, but for some reason it is stuck right between my legs, which honestly I was not minding. This orgasm was taking the cake as the best one I had ever had, as it was fucking amazing! The waves of pleasure that washed over my body were so intense, that I felt my body practically ripple with the power. However the most amazing part of all this was the fact that no one seemed to notice me getting off right behind the door.
Speaking of that blasted door, and the ignorant folks who worked here, the waiters didn’t even apologize as they kept slamming that freaking door into me! Although on a positive note, with each shove I felt my orgasm escalate! The waves of pleasure and intensity of it seemed to dull my sense of pain and reasoning. For underneath the sense of pleasure, I barely noted another strange sensation that seemed to be befalling my body. With each slam of the door I barely noticed the feeling of my body expanding, growing wider and taller as I was forced closer to the wall.
The moisture that leaked from my vagina soon began to soak down my legs and of all things into my shoes. However much to my surprise the sensation also crawled up my body, it was like I was absorbing it like a towel. The orgasm was still going strong and my juices were pouring out like some fucking fire hydrant. With another lustful moan I try to push myself off the wall, but again I found I couldn’t move.
I felt my head peel away from the wall and tilt back, a slick wet sound like tape ripping off a table soon fills my ears, as the rest of my body soon falls backwards, and I find myself gently floating to the ground. It was amazing how liquor and orgasms can slow time down for oneself. I let out a sigh as my wet body came to rest upon the tiles of the resort.
A shadow falls over me and I see one of my Daddy’s employees come to stand over me, “Hey, Roald, I found another towel for you. It looks like someone printed a cutie on this one.” Kneeling down he reaches for my head.
Towel? What the hell were they going on about? The thought races through my mind.
“Alright, let’s load this one up.” Roald said, as he wheeled over a large laundry cart. Throwing the brakes on the cart Roald knelt down to pick me up. My strangely limp body dangles with ease in his grasp, “Oh God this thing is absolutely soaked!”
At that moment I tried to tell him to back the fuck off, but I couldn’t even speak! It seemed like my lips were glued shut through some sort of means!
Bringing my head to his nose, Roald gave it me a quick sniff, “It doesn’t smell like salt water either, what the hell do you think it was used for?”
The other employee just shrugs, “Just toss it in with the rest, we will give it a good cleaning.”
With a casual flick of his wrist, I feel my body fly with relative ease into a nearby container. I didn’t entirely land in the wheeled container, as my legs caught the edge and I was partially hanging out. It was in that moment that I finally understood what they were talking about! My gorgeous legs not only longer and wider than before, but my entire body had been flattened! I looked like a fucking towel! Even my Converse were flattened alongside my body! Through pressed lips, I let out another moan as my body tingles from the ever-present orgasm.
Dammit, how come I am still enjoying this? I wonder as I feel my body grow heavier from the saturation.
The cart suddenly grinds to a halt, “Roald, did you hear that?” Roald’s companion calls over to his partner, “It sounds like someone is moaning in the cart.”
Roald leaned into the cart, his face mere inches from my own flattened form. His body presses against my flat nethers, causing another ripple of pleasure to course through my body. I can’t help but moan in response.
“Holy shit, John,” I hear him hiss as his eyes landed on me. “It is the boss’s daughter!” He pinches my head and lifts me from the cart. My body unfurls in front of the two men, my cheeks flushed from the sheer pleasure. A gentle breeze from a nearby fan causes my body to gently sway in the air, which honestly felt amazing.
“Are you sure she didn’t just get a towel of herself made?” John asks as he pinches my moist sides, my slick silken skin greets his fingers “Oh my God, no this is the real deal. Miss Rayne, if you can hear us please respond.”
Another moan escapes my lips as my fluids begin to drip onto the ground, a large puddle starting to form.
“Gross,” Roald gasps as he drops me, my body easily folding in on itself as I collapse to the ground, “She is fucking getting off on this.” He takes his fingers and wipes them on a towel, “We can’t take her to her father like this.” From the side of the cart, Roald grabs a broom, and gingerly scoops me up. With a wet flop, he drops me back in the carriage, “I think it is time someone got a good cleaning.” Roald chuckles.
With an eager step, Roald and John quickly push the cart through the massive laundry room doors. A wave of lightheadedness washes over me, a combination of the drunkenness, my own pleasure, and the humidity of the room. Moments later I am tumbling head over heels with the entire container of towels into the drum of the great washing machine. A steady, cool stream of lilac detergent lands right smack dab in the middle of my face. I shiver as the cool liquid gently rolls along my crumpled body.
“Alright Miss Rayne, we need you to clean up your act before we bring you to your father.” Roald laughs as he slams the washing machine lid shut.
The moment the lid shuts, a torrent of warm water begins to flood my current prison. The drum of the washing machine begins to shake, agitating my body and renewing the pleasure that has yet to die down. Ever so slowly, the machine begins to spin, and the longer it goes the greater the speed that builds up. I feel as my body slams and rolls along the side of the metal drum, like a merry-go-round gone crazy. Tingling suds hug my body as they begin to try and clean my cum soaked body, as my nethers grow ever more sensitive from the assault of sensations.
For what felt like an eternity my body tumbles and tosses along with the other towels. Eventually, the machine draws to a stop, but the metal door remains shut. I can barely hear muffled voices coming from outside, but at this point, I was at their mercy.
Several minutes pass by as I lay there in the afterglow of my ever-present orgasm. I could honestly get used to this state of being. Nothing to worry about but my own sexual pleasures, now that would be the life.
“See,” The lid of the washing machine pops open, bathing my dark chamber with the bright LED light of the room. “I told you it was Rayne,” Roald says as he pulls me from the machine, “She somehow got flattened, so John and I washed her up.”
“Holy shit, Roald wasn’t the miss a petite woman?” I hear another employee gasp, “She looks to be at least six feet long and at least three feet wide.”
Roald shrugs and tosses my sopping wet body into the dryer, “Looks like she stretched out a bit, who cares the dryer will fix her up.” Roald and company laugh, “We will just set it to high and let her run through a few cycles on her own. Then we will see how she feels after that, hopefully, she will dry out.”
So that’s how it goes, for three incredibly hot and intense cycles, Roald and company keep me in the dryer. These cycles were as intense as the washing machine, but this time it was only myself inside the machine. There was nothing to separate my body from the merciless walls of the whirling machine. The warm metal easily saps the moisture of the honey from my body, though the tingling sensation remains.
A soft ding echoes from the machine, signaling the end of my time inside the dryer. A wave of cool air fills the dryer as Roald opens the door, only this time it isn’t Roald who opened the lid, no of all people it is my father, and boy does he look upset with me.
“You see Mr. Aplati,” Roald appears next to my father, as he pulls me from the dryer. “We found Miss Rayne in this state whilst we were gathering all the used towels,” Roald says as my father stretches out my already rectangular face. My cheeks flush red from embarrassment as my father’s eyes travel down my new form. “She was saturated with what we can only assume is her fluids from…” Roald pauses, “Pleasuring herself.”
“Goddammit, Rayne,” My father curses, “Not only have cost me a king’s ransom from lazing about the hotel all the damn time, but you have gone and put yourself in a position where you can’t even work off your debt?” His eyes narrow, “You heard me young lady, debt. You and I were going to have a conversation on paying off the tab you owe, you aren’t a child anymore Rayne.” My father sighs as he hands me off to Roald, “Roald, see that she settles her debt.”
Roald’s gaze switches from my father to me, “But Mr. Aplati, she is nothing but a towel, how is she going to pay off her debt?”
My father pauses as he looks over his shoulder, “Get creative with her, she owes me a lot of money.” His eyes narrow as his gaze settles on me one last time, “And throw her in the dryer again, she is starting to get moist.”
It is true, as my hand is still wedged and flattened, possibly permanently, in my tender vagina.
“Well you heard the boss,” Roald shrugs as I feel my body tumble back into the dryer. “Let her dry, then we can think of a few jobs for her to complete!” His laughter surrounds me as again I am plummeted into the darkness. “I know a few jobs we can use you for!”
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Several weeks later Roald found himself standing before his boss, Mr. Aplati, in his private study. The young waiter shuffled from foot to foot, his gaze avoiding the wealthy businessman.
“You mean to tell me you lost my daughter in the wash?” Mr. Aplati hissed, his brows knitted furiously, a vein bulging from his head. “How the hell do you lose a girl who can’t even move!”
Roald fidgeted nervously, “Well you see, Mr. Aplati, we were following your instructions for handling Ms. Rayne.” The young man said, “We initially used her to replace a broken belt on one of the gyms treadmills, she had the right stretch and fit rather nicely. So we left her there for about a week, but a number of guests began to complain about the moistness of the mat.” Roald produced a photo of Rayne, her rectangular body tucked tightly in the treadmill. The constant pressure upon her body, from the machine and the runners, reduced her body to a series of striped paste. Black and blue mixed with the tan of her skin.
“So we removed her from the treadmill, but George isn’t the best with power tools. Ms. Rayne was stretched even further, so we decided to throw her through the wash.” Roald muttered, “We didn’t want her getting her juices over the guests, so we hung Ms. Rayne up the flagpole.”
“I thought that flag looked familiar…” Mr. Aplati muttered, “Go on.”
“Well, we kept her up there for the past month and a half, hoping one day she would pop back.” Roald said, “That didn’t work out as we planned. Due to the salty wind, the intense sun, and some really bad weather Ms. Rayne began to fade.” Roald produced another picture, this time revealing a faded Rayne twice the size of her previous form. “So again… we through her through the wash.”
“Okay… but how did you lose her?” Mr. Aplati asked, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Well… we had George do the laundry this time…” Roald replied as he began to shift from side to side, “As he was pouring the bleach into the wash the entire cap fell off and the entire gallon fell into the wash with Ms. Rayne.”
Mr. Aplati’s jaw dropped in shock, “You are telling me George bleached my daughter?” A low, frustrated sigh escaped the middle-aged gentleman, “Well how hard can it be to find that load?”
Roald’s gaze shot to the side, “Well… it would have been easy to find her, if she was the only sheet in the wash. George was trying to get a few loads done at once, and ended up putting Ms. Rayne in a massive load with many other sheets. It’s okay though, sir, as we are currently looking for her.”
“There are thousands of sheets in this resort, so pray tell me, how are you going to locate my daughter?” Mr. Aplati hissed through clenched teeth.
“We are waiting to hear about a guest complaining about a damp sheet.” Roald replied, his own cheeks a faint red, “That is going to be the easiest way, sir…”