Lynn & The Belt Sander

 >The house had fallen dead silent by midnight, meaning that Lynn was free to move about the house with little regard from her sleeping siblings.
>Her destination tonight was the garage. She had considered waiting a few nights to try and stave off her desires, but it had just become too hard to ignore her inhibitions.
>Opening the door to the garage, she flipped on the dim, dingy light hanging above, and spotted her prize.
>Her parents had finally caved and bought her a belt sander. She had made an excuse as to why "sanding" was a sport, and she needed it as equipment, but the true reason she wanted it for herself was much more...
>Risque.
>Lynn quietly stepped over to the belt sander, ensuring that none of her steps made any noises louder than need be. It would be embarrassing to have one of her siblings finding her in such an indulgent state tonight.
>Regardless of the risk, Lynn needed to strike tonight. She'd been holding herself back for years, using only her imagination and the internet to quench her desires.
>But now, she actually had it here. Lynn could barely contain her excitement as she pulled her shorts and panties to her ankles, exposing her hairless pussy, giving it a few short rubs simply to sate her desires for now.
>She slowly took a step towards the belt sander itself, feeling over the sandpaper attached to the belt.
>Coarse. Just the way she wanted it.
>She licked her lips as she brought her fingers over to the power switch.
>With little noise, it switched on, the sandpaper running along the wheels of the belt sander with unprecedented speed. It was nearly silent.
>It was perfect.
>Lynn had considered taking pain meds to dull her senses during this ordeal, but of course, that would make it much less genuine.
>She needed to try it. She needed to feel it against her skin, if just for a moment. Extending her index finger out to touch the running belt sander, she pressed her fingernail against it.
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>For a few milliseconds, the belt sander mimicked the function of a normal file, grinding the whites of her fingernails off. But then, it dug further, into the rest of her fingernail.
>The pain was exquisite. Subtle, in a way, but not nearly as strong as the pain that was to come.
>As soon as it had ground through the cartilage of her fingernail, it began digging into the soft, virgin tissue beneath, blood and skin beginning to trail a line down the line of sandpaper as Lynn pushed her finger against it harder, down to the cuticle.
>The pain magnified a hundredfold as Lynn's tongue lolled out of her mouth. This was better than she thought it'd be.
>She finally drew her finger away from the sander, taking a long, hard look at it as she panted desperately.
>The top of her finger seemed nearly leveled by the contact with the belt sander, the poor remainder of her fingernail hanging loosely by thin strands of cuticle, while beneath the flowing blood and dangling gore, the unmistakable milky white of bone could be seen.
>Lynn loved it. She loved every last square cubit of what she was seeing.
>She gripped the table that the belt sander sat on hard, bracing herself for this. She couldn't scream. She had to keep this silent.
>Leaning in until her face was dangerously close to the belt sander, she licked her lips, opening her mouth and exposing her perfect pearly whites to the destructive device.
>Leaning in closer and closer, the tips of her front teeth finally making gentle contact with the sander, the enamel beginning to give way to the sanding.
>Lynn felt the unmistakable urge to scream as her teeth began to grind away against the fast-moving sandpaper. She resisted as best she could, and pushed her face down further, pleasure mixing with nigh-unbearable pain.
>Lynn clenched her fingers (bar the ruined one) into a fist as the enamel completely filed away into nothingness, the pulp now beginning to get the obliteration treatment.
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>Lynn did her best to ignore the lingering pain of losing both her front teeth, and caught her breath. That was intense.
>Bringing her thumb to her mouth to feel against her bloody gums, she savored the feeling, the ruined remnants of her incisor's pulp sending incredible signals of pain all the way down Lynn's spine, making her shiver with delight.
>It felt just like the inside of Lily's mouth, now. She would almost laugh at the thought, if she weren't in so much pain, and recovering from near-orgasmic pleasure.
>Speaking of near-orgasm, Lynn was finally ready for her third "coarse" of the night. Her dripping, unsullied cunt had been waiting impatiently ever since the night began.
>Staring intensely down at the belt of sandpaper that was covered in the remnants of her finger and teeth, she readied herself. She'd been waiting years for this moment, she had to make it count.
>Pulling the belt sander to the edge of the table, she was forced to stand on the tips of her toes to get the contact she so desperately desired.
>Spitting the collected blood out of her mouth, she braced her hands against the table once more. If she thought the last two grindings were painful, this was going to redefine it for her.
>All it took was a bit of leaning forward, and the tip of her clitoris glans finally made contact with the stained sandpaper.
>This time, Lynn didn't even attempt to hold back her screams. They escaped, and they escaped loudly.
>Just as with the other two fragile pieces of flesh, the belt sander was unforgiving. Lynn's clitoris glans was ground away much more quickly than either her teeth or her fingernail were.
>Yet even as the belt sander reached the base of her destroyed clitoris, Lynn didn't stop. Her screams only became louder as the sander dug in against the top of her vulva and labia majora.
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>The entire belt of sandpaper began to be dyed red by the pathetic remains of Lynn's genitalia, the area between Lynn's legs becoming a gory, red mess within just fifteen seconds of sanding.
>Still she persevered. She needed to come. Even with her clitoris completely ground away, its remnants stuck gruesomely to the grinding mechanism, Lynn continued.
>Her screams were piercing now. She humped the machine enthusiastically, willing it to destroy even more of pubic mons, her skin being stripped away by her strong thrusting.
>She began to lose herself in the sensations as she thrust, focusing solely on the pain itself, finally finding herself able to reach mental orgasm after forty-five straight seconds of grinding.
>She pulled herself back, lightheaded from not only from the mind-blowing orgasm, but also from the astounding blood loss and shock she was enduring through.
>Suddenly, the door to the garage burst open, the visage of Lynn's father about to scold whoever was using the belt sander so late at night. Before he could, though, his face was drained of all color.
>Lynn followed his gaze to her privates. The damage was more than she anticipated.
>Rather than simply having ground away her clit and labia, nearly her entire pubic area had fallen victim to the belt sander. The gory, torn pubis gave way to various shreds of skin and nerve, an exposed vaginal canal, and hipbones peeking out from her horrendous flesh wound.
>Lynn simply stared up at her speechless father, the pain slowly becoming overbearing as she forced a satisfied grin onto her face.
>"I-I made a mess, daddy..."
>With that, she collapsed to the floor, never to return to her feet again.