sex machine

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"Ah...ahhh! Brother, help...help me!!"
Why...why did this happen...?
It all started with an email from my brother. It seems I was infected by a recent viral virus, which then spread
to the cleaning machine under development, causing it to riot.
With strange noises, the long, thin robotic arms, installed to thoroughly clean every corner of the room, completely wrapped
around my body.
"Eek...eeeeeeeeee...no...no...stop...stop!" My thighs...armpits...back...neck...buttocks, and...between my legs. 　　Mechanical tentacles covered in fine hair and dripping with soapy water
were squeezed through the gaps in my clothes .
And the tentacles were wriggling as they lifted my body.
"Hmm... I feel like something's going to happen next!?" I tried to turn my head to look, but with my whole body restrained, I
couldn't even move my head.
"Huh!? Ah... ya... yaaah!" It was as if some evil will had possessed me. The berserk cleaning machine ripped
off my clothes and then spread my legs wide apart and held them in place like a footstool.
"Is...is it going to clean me up?!"
I suddenly shuddered. I knew this cleaning machine, which I had made myself, was going to perform an
extremely strict "cleaning" on my body, not allowing even a single millimeter of dust or dirt to exist...
"No...no! I'll die! Help! Someone save me!!!" Because I understood the characteristics of what I had made
, I began to feel a deep fear. Despite struggling desperately, she couldn't break free from the cleaning machine's
grip: "No...no!!!!"
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"...Eek!" Just then, a particularly large mechanical tentacle with fine hairs at the tip suddenly pressed against her tailbone
: "Huh...could it be...it's going to..."
That device...was originally designed to clean drains and pipes.
"Wait...wait a minute, where...ouch!" The tip of the thick mechanical tentacle suddenly pressed against my tightly closed petals: "No...no...
that's not a drain..."
Glug glug...
"ouch...ah...ah um!" The fine hairs on the tip of the thick tentacle, as if trying to open the tightly closed petals, gently caressed the
area around my vital parts.
"No...no...no..." The tip, made to prevent damage to the target of the cleansing, used soft, delicate movements to give me a
strange, tingling sensation: "ouch...ah...ah ah, no...no..."
Under the pleasure that felt like my body was melting, the opening in the middle of my petals gradually became moist.
"No... there... there..." Thick mechanical tentacles swiftly invaded my body through the tiny gap peeking out from between the petals: "
Ahhh, no... no... brother... brother, help... help me!"
*Gurgle gurgle gurgle...*
"...Ugh!" The thick tentacles quickly filled the entire flower path: "Ah... ahhh..."
*Sizzle gurgle...*
"Eek ahhhhh!" The particularly damp part, or rather, the 'dirty' part, was quickly noticed by the tentacles. In order to
'clean' that area, a large group of tentacles attacked that spot in one go!
*Puff puff puff puff…
* "Aaaaaah! Ah… Ah… No… No! You can't stir it like this… Ahhh…"
The mechanical tentacles, rotating and piston-like in motion, stimulated my sensitive flesh walls with every movement. Without
damaging any part inside, they meticulously 'cleaned' me from the inside out. 　　*Gurgle gurgle
… * "...No… No! You ca 　　n't peel it off
… Ah… Ahh ... Without harming my body, the thing I created myself allowed me to immerse myself 　　in an extreme pleasure that would plunge me into hell in the next instant. 　　*Sizzle... gurgle... gurgle... gurgle...* 　　"Ah... ah... in... in and out, so... so strange..." With the 'cleaning' motion, soap bubbles mixed with hot honey continuously flowed 　　out from there. Perhaps because the machine considered the vaginal fluid as dirty, the mechanical tentacles worked even 　　harder to clean what they considered "dirty"... 　　"Okay...okay...Rin...Rin is already very clean...so hurry...hurry up and stop..." Watching my foamy vaginal fluid 　　splatter everywhere under the tentacles' movements, I groaned incoherently. 　　Because my body started to sweat slightly, some tiny tentacles began to move over my body, trying to "clean" away the 　　dirty stuff flowing out... 　　"Eek...ah...ahhh...no...no...ahhhh..." The most sensitive tip of my breasts was being carefully "cleaned" in circles by the tiny tentacles 　　. I felt sticky all over, and I couldn't even muster the strength to resist. 　　"Stop...stop it...ahhh..." Had the internal power supply run out...? No, because it's still under development, it's not using the internal power supply. 　　The AC adapter for power supply is still plugged into the wall: "Who...who can unplug...unplug...ahhh..." 　　"...!?" 　　One of the tentacles, which was diligently 'cleaning' around my honeypot, suddenly made a strange movement. At that moment, I suddenly noticed that it had noticed 　　...that place. Besides 'the most important part of a girl,' there was another, even 'dirtier' place... 　　that's absolutely unacceptable! I panicked and strained my buttocks, but it was too late. It had already sensed 　　the smell of something dirty there, and then… 　　*splat*… *splat*… 　　“Ugh… ahh… no… no… no…” 　　Under the caress of the tentacles' fine hairs, the strength I had been holding back quickly crumbled. At the same time, a long, thin 　　mechanical tentacle swiftly pierced through the dirtiest part of my body… my anus. 　　“Aaaaaah! No… don’t touch there… ahhhhhh!!!!!”

It must have been quite dirty there. I felt streams of cold soapy water being injected into my burning rectum. Then,
lubricated by the soapy water, slender tentacles began to penetrate deep into my rectum, rotating rapidly.
"No...no...brother...brother, help...help me!!!" Although the foreign object invading my rectum was disgusting,
the twisting and thrusting of the tentacles also brought an unbearable, strange pleasure: "Eek...eek..."
"Being...being violated by something I made...and in...inside...I can actually...I can still feel it..." I unconsciously shed huge
tears: "Rin...Rin...is...is she a pervert...no...no..."
Glug...glug...glug...!
...Sizzle...sizzle...sizzle!
"Eek... Eek eek eek!" Involuntarily letting out a desperate wail, I reached my 'first' climax in my life: "
Ah... Ah... Ahhh..."
An unprecedented feeling violently assaulted every nerve in my body. I thought... losing consciousness here might be a
kind of relief, but...
"...! Ugh... Ahh!"
Puff puff puff...
Although I had reached my climax, the tentacles showed no sign of stopping.
"No...no...it's...it's already...ah...ah!"
I suddenly remembered that this was a 'cleaning machine'. Its 'cleaning' wouldn't stop until the love juice and sweat completely stopped being secreted 　　,
which meant... 　　" 　　This 　　...this
won't...will...clean...clean...until 　　... The stench of urine 　　quickly attracted the attention of the tentacles, who prepared to clean the area… 　　“Help…” 　　After nearly 20 hours of orgasms…squirts…incontinence, and even fainting several times, I was only 　　woken up by the tentacles’ merciless caresses… 　　“Rin!” 　　“…Ugh…ah…” 　　Thank goodness…my brother finally found me… 　　“What…what happened!?” 　　“…Eek…” 　　My throat was hoarse, and I couldn’t even utter a complete sentence. Although my body was weakened to the point of near death, this 　　'cleaning machine' continued tirelessly 'cleaning' the area between my legs, where the love fluid and incontinent urine and feces were dripping. 　　"Eek... Ah... Ya... Ahhh!" 　　*squeak*... 　　Although the amount was quite small, what my brother saw at that time was probably my 31st squirting...

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