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Pearl awoke from her trance as the spanking began. Each strike delivered by her superior made her jolt and spasm. They had given up on scrubbing and now only saw fit to pelt her like overused rug.
“Hold on, G. This is my specialty.” Amethyst produced her whip and grinned deviantly at the reddened, blistered ass-crack in front of her.
Wide arcs lacerated the shower curtain to shreds, before they made contact. The barbed weapon was more than enough to send a lasting message.
“What are you?” she demanded.
“A bitch who doesn’t know how to clean her cunt!” she bellowed and wept as her tits sank deeper into the porcelain siding.
“That’s right and don’t you ever forget it!” Amethyst cracked her knuckles before sending spiked fury down one last time.
“I think we should do one more round just to be safe.” Garnet said, nonchalantly ignoring her pained whimpers.
“Don’t worry I know what to do.”
“This’ll get you clean for sure!” Amethyst smiled and finished tying her ankles to the grill of Greg’s van.
Pearl’s teeth were chattering as she felt the engine roar to life under her back. In the spread eagle position she was forced to adopt she watched the tunnel of the carwash grow closer and closer.
Hopping in the passenger window, Amethyst nodded for to Garnet to hit the gas. Slowly the van lurched forward until she was surrounded on every angle by heated high-pressure hoses. Though scalding, Pearl managed to bite her lip under the powerful jets. Squirts of blue-green liquid crisscrossed over her body and an chemical rain hailed down from above. She wasn’t even an animal to them she thought, she was an object to be played with.
Massive rollers followed, massaging the detergent into her gut and breasts and punching every atom from her lungs. The roar of the machines was deafening, and she screamed as each individual mechanism conquered her in unison. A second roller pinned her throat to the windshield, from behind which she could hear Amethyst’s maniacal giggling, while more pistons of boiling water were unleashed onto her nether-regions. She sputtered under the chemical onslaught. Her toes curled as she was blasted and polished, sprayed and beaten by machines.
A low drone broke the madness. It was the driers. Large red rectangles lit up like a furnace and baked her under their harsh spotlight. Pearl could no longer scream, she did not possess the strength to do so. Exiting the carwash, she could only heave and twitch.
