Page 7 of Trapped in the Christmas Cabin

“Yes, perfectly clear.”Kellinodded and put her face back in the hole in the table.Shedefinitely felt more at ease now that she knew she could change the pressure intensity of the massage.

Toobad you can’t do that back home, she thought.Sheloved getting massages but she’d had some bad ones.Onceshe’d had a very nice male therapist who talked about his boyfriend and made her laugh but he pressed her so hard she ached for days afterwards.Italso didn’t help that he had a lot of coarse hair on his forearms so that when he rubbed his arm across her back to loosen her muscles, it felt like she was being massaged with a cheese grater.

She’dalso had massages that weren’t intense enough.Onewoman therapist had toldKellithe entire story of her life and how she had written a book that was a best seller and everyone loved her.Andall the while, she was barely touchingKelli’sback and arms.

SeveraltimesKellihad politely said, “Youcan go a little harder, if you don’t mind” but it was like she hadn’t said anything at all.Thetherapist just said,

“Uh-huh” and kept up the barely-there pressure.Atthe end,Kellyfelt like someone had rubbed lotion on her back and that was it.

Soobviously she was hoping for a good middle ground between too much pressure and not enough.Shekept the remote cupped loosely in her hand just in case.

“Iwill begin with medium pressure.Pleasetell me with the indicator if you wish me to change my intensity,” the massage robot said.Andthen he started.

Kelliwas delighted at first.Hewas using his many rollers on her and he was using them all at once.Twolarge rollers on her thighs and calves, an extra large one on her back, three smaller ones on the back and sides of her neck, and two more medium rollers on her arms.Allof them rolled up and down in the same rhythm, pressing her muscles in perfect time with each other.

Itwas a unique experience andKellifound she was really enjoying it.Shecould feel her eyes closing in bliss as the robot’s rollers pressed all the stress right out of her.

“Mmm, this is amazing,” she sighed.“Klaus, you don’t know what you’re missing.”

“I’lltake your word for it, sunshine,” he growled sarcastically.

Kelligiggled—she liked his little nickname for her.Shewished she knew why herProtectorwas so dour all the time.Theynever talked much about their respective pasts but she had the idea that something bad had happened to him when he was younger.Somethingthat had soured him on life.Ifonly he would tell her what it was, maybe she could help him get past it.

Justas she was getting extremely relaxed, the robot therapist spoke again.

“AndnowIwill introduce a new level of massage,” he said.

“Ohreally?”Kelliasked, a bit nervously.“BecauseIreally liked the rollers.”

“Wecan return to the rollers in a moment if you like, but my sensors are detecting high levels of muscular stress in certain areas of your body,” he told her.“Imust digitally manipulate you to release the stress.”

“Digitallymanipulate me?Thatsounds kind of dirty,”Kelliremarked.Butthe rollers were already being withdrawn and the long, multi-jointed robot fingers were taking their place.

Thispart of the massage wasn’t nearly as pleasant.Thelong fingers were really pinching her hard, especially around the tender areas where her shoulders met her neck and the place where her upper thighs met her ass.Kelliwanted to press the button to lower the intensity, but the remote, which was smooth and oval, had slipped out of her hand when she got so relaxed earlier.Shefinally found it again but because it felt the same on both sides, she wasn’t sure which button she was about to press.

Sheheld off, thinking that she didn’t want to make the massage worse…and then the robot started using the rollers on her again.Butnot on her body—on the soles of her feet.

Kellihad always had horribly ticklish feet.Whenshe was a kid her older brother used to sit on her and tickle her feet while she screamed with unhappy laughter, kicking to try and get him off.

Thatwas what the massage felt like—like someone was holding her down and tickling her.Asnort of unwelcome laughter burst from her mouth and she twisted involuntarily on the table.Atthe same time, she squeezed the remote, mashing one of the buttons without knowing which it was.

“Youhave requested increased intensity,” the robot therapist announced.Suddenlythe pinching in her shoulders got harder and she began to feel another sensation too.Itfelt like someone had grabbed her bra straps in the back and was twisting them, pulling the bra tighter and tighter.

“Hey!”Kelligasped and wiggled again.Nowshe felt the tightening sensation in her underpants as well.Thethin fabric was beginning to squeeze her waist and she could feel the crotch being drawn up into the crack of her ass as the panties got tighter and tighter.

Atfirst,Kellycouldn’t understand what was happening but then she realized that the massage robot’s long, multi-jointed fingers had gotten twisted in her underclothes.Nowonder she’d been told to strip completely—this was the safety hazard he had warned about!Butit was too late to realize that now —she was going to get squeezed to death by her own underwear if she didn’t find a way to lower the intensity of the massage.

Shetried to bring the remote up to her face, but her shoulders were being pinned back by the ever-tightening bra straps.Frantically, she picked a button and pressed it again.

“Youhave requested increased intensity,” the robot said again.

“What?No!”Kelligasped.“No,Ididn’t mean to do that!”

“Hey, are you okay over there?”ItwasKlaus’svoice and he sounded worried.

“Fine—I’mfine,”Kellilied quickly.Shedid not want her hugeProtectorto see her in this humiliating position.Shetried to push the button again but the remote had gotten slippery because her hands were sweating.Itsquirted out from between her fingers, but not before she pressed the button one more time.

“Youhave requested increased intensity,” the robot repeated for the third time.“Warning—muscle bruising may result at this level of intensity.Ifyou do not wish to increase, please press the red button.”

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