And then the machine turned on. “No-no-no-no,” she babbled in horror. The tentacles began to pulse and twist. She heard the buffing device begin to whir and spin. They danced closer and closer. She felt the toothbrush tip touch her ribcage; she convulsed in a sudden shock of laughter. The buffing device slid down to touch her kneecap and then work its way up the inside of her thigh. “Ah-AH-HA HA HA HA-nooo-OH GOD OH GOD-HEE HEE HEE *cough* HA HA HA HA GAAAAAGH!” She shrieked and laughed.
The Countess stepped toward her. “They’ve hardly begun, my dear. And you’ve got a long, long time yet to go.”
“Please-have mercy-wait-don’t!” she begged, but the Countess smiled.
“Enjoy yourself, my dear,” she teased. The machine speeded up.
Her voice hit a new high as the toothbrush tip began to torme
