Manipulation and Metal Detectors

“Marget, do you know what this is?” One of the doctor’s said as Agent Carter stood their in just her bra and panties. Normally this was her look during private moments, free of any constricting material and being able to chart and map the next attack for the allies. But she could feel the eyes once more peering at her body. Noticing the mole on the slight of her back, or that the crotch of her panties gave off a clear outline of her massive untamed bush. One of the doctors held out a machine that almost looked like a baking mixer, with two lights, a red and green, on top of the box.

“A device to message the body after being **** to stand in the same position for a long time?” Peggy sarcastically retorted.

“It’s a metal detector, we use it to check for bugs and other listening devices. It’s standard operating practice here,” One of the doctors said as he moved closer to Agent Carter. Faustus had given him orders to break her, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t going to have fun doing it. “But before we can use it, we just want to make sure no obvious bugs are on you.”

“There’s not,” Peggy explained as the Doctor waved the device at her supple body. For someone who had been in war there were very few blemishes across her bare skin, with the cream underwear hiding just enough for every doctor in that room to have a hunger in their eyes.

The device was waved first in front of Peggy’s bra, the red light going off as the doctor looked at Peggy’s bra.

“See Margret? Could be a bug. I’m going to need to check that bra,” The doctor said.

“It’s just the underwire. It digs into my skin and probably triggered the device. Surely you don’t need,” Peggy pleaded. The Agent who knew she would need to continue to follow orders to figure out what was going on here would have complied. But Peggy Carter, the woman, wasn’t happy to have her clothes ripped from her by men once more.

The doctor snapped his fingers and the “doctor” guarding the door walked forward.

“Now Margret,” The doctor said. “We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. And I don’t need your skin to be so fair to check for bugs.”

Peggy did the math in her head and looked around the room. Three doctors, the ringleader and the guy looking at notes in the corner of the room might be able to be taken down with a solid few punches, but the large doctor that loomed over her? He would have to be the focus, and that meant the other two could easily take Peggy out.

“Fine…” Peggy said as her hands drifted towards the back to the clasp of her bra and undid it, taking a sigh of relief as her d cup breasts no longer felt strangled in a mix of cotton, wire, and nylon. She removed to bra and handed it to the doctor, before covering one breast with each one of her hands. Cupping them to hide their true size.

“Hands away Margret,” The doctor said. We need to make sure nothing embedded.”

“I’m pretty sure I’d notice a bug on my bloody breasts!” Peggy said, the fight in her voice returning.

Faustus smiled as he looked at the panicked agent through the two way mirror. Seeing Agent Carter’s curves come more into sight was truly a delight. He had done his homework on the Agent. The daring Margret Carter who wanted nothing more to be just another jarhead. He had theorized if you talked down to Margret, use her real name, make her feel like the weak woman that she was…she would break.

“Margret, we don’t have time for this,” The doctor responded as he could see Peggy squirm.

“Fine, bloody fine!” Peggy said as she lifted her hands in the air. Her large breasts expanding quickly once free from the makeshift hand bra Peggy had been using for cover. The rosy, tan areolas were the size of a slice of peperoni, and clearly in view as doctor’s cold hands grabbed each breast in his hand. “Is…is that really necessary!”

“Have to check,” The doctor said as he groped the agent’s breasts, the soft and sensitive skin sending fire down Peggy’s body, the crotch of her panties noticeably getting damper. “Bugs are very advanced these days.”

“Yes, but I assure you my…my…”

“You have quite lovely breasts,” The doctor said, his kneeing and pinching growing more methodical. Sensitive, large, it’s amazing you want to be a soldier when with these you could be a model or a star. Wouldn’t that be easier?”

“I’m a soldier, I’m a soldier,” Peggy muttered as the doctor let go of her knockers and picked up the metal detector. He moved from her breasts to her crotch and Peggy took a sigh of relief. Her underwear, while not sexy, were practical. Made from a good cotton blend and in the appropriate cream color, and more importantly had no metal anywhere. This would soon be over, and Peggy could figure what the hell was going on here.

The doctor moved over towards Peggy’s panties and quietly hit the switch Faustus had gave him as the light above turned red.

“Take them off Carter,” The doctor said.

“No! I am more than happy to sacrifice something that may or may not have metal in it. But these are cotton knickers. And last time I checked cotton lacks any metal qualities to it. So unless you have a good reason for me to remove my knickers like a common tart I’d…”

“Margret, did anyone touch you or had contact with you while you were in Germany?” The doctor said as he put the metal detector down.

“What…how dare you ask that question, I mean…” Peggy muttered as she quickly remember Sin pulling down her panties and playing with her womanhood’s petals. Her face turned red as she mumbled. “There was an enemy agent who did…touch me while in the castle.”

“Then take them off,” The doctor said with a grin as he placed her bra in the same bin with the rest of her uniform.

“God this isn’t happening again,” Peggy thought to herself as she grabbed the waistband of her panties. She took a deep breath before yanking the cotton garment down and handing it to the doctor. Her ass finally free from any constraints, expanded to its naturally large and rounded size. Peggy’s hands quickly covered her crotch to hide the large brown bush that had somehow managed to grow even denser after Germany.

As she stood their naked, the second doctor grabbed the bin of clothes that now contained her panties and exited the room.

“You do know I need those,” Peggy complained. “Unless you plan on parading me across the base like this test after test.”

“We’ll see after the search Margret,” The doctor said as he slid on rubber gloves. “Now legs apart, hands above.”