Processed

As soon as the shaft sealed Jessica was engulfed with a huge swarm of darkness. "Fuck! This ain't funny! I demand to be released!! I don't wanna do this any--" Jessica's screams were interrupted as a TV screen switched on to her right, blinding her momentarily. "Hi there! I'm Sally, I'll be conducting your processing today!" A strange jolly voice came from the TV.

Jessica adjusted to the brightness and glanced at the screen, which was moving with her. A bland AI generated face with blonde hair took up most of the screen and stared at Jessica with a large smile. "What the fuck is this!?" She asked, incredibly confused. "This is the non permit holder processing chamber! You've been a very bad girl and can't be trusted on the streets without a responsible adult! Until we can find you one you'll placed here in one of our luxury holding cells!" Sally explained.

Jessica couldn't believe that this was an actual legal system in Pinesdale, thinking that surely this breaks some humanitarian law! Before she could even think, a red holographic light shone over her entire body for a few seconds before disappearing. "Jessica Johnson, journalist at the CNN, date of birth: 12th of October 1993." Sally suddenly stated, reading out Jessica's personal profile.

Jessica's spine shivered, hearing her personal information read by a robot terrified her. "Hey! You have no right to access that information!!" She protested. "Okay Jessica, as part of your punishment for roaming the streets without a permit and due to our policy for all non permit holders, you must be completely naked!" Sally explained with a menacing chuckle.

Jessica freaked out, hating such a stupid rule. "Wait what the fuck!? I'm not getting naked get fuck--HEY!!" Jessica was interrupted as multiple mechanical arms appeared from within the darkness and started to grab her clothes. Jessica wriggled about and screamed to no avail, as the arms slowly removed her clothes piece by piece.

Her tight blue jeans slid down her sexy thighs and off her ankles with her socks and shoes. Her sexy black lace panties followed, peeling off her tight trimmed pussy and big round butt. Her blouse was torn off her chest, as her matching black lace bra followed. Her big boobs flopped out, her nipples pointed as the cold air brushed all over her now naked body.

Furious, Jessica screamed many expletives. "YOU PUT ME DOWN AND GIVE ME MY CLOTHES RIGHT NOW!!!" She yelled at Sally on the TV. "Excellent cooperation Jessica, now there's just one final thing!" Sally ironically stated. "Oh fuck off! I've already said five fucking times I don't wanna do this anymore!! God I knew this was a terrible--ooofff!!"

Jessica was interrupted as something slammed into her chest. A rectangular object attached to a metallic spring had latched to her chest just above her big boobs. "Ummm! The fuck is this!!??" Jessica screeched. It stayed there for approximately 30 seconds, before peeling off Jessica's chest. Jessica's heart sank when she saw what was left on her chest. "Non-Permit holder" was written above her boobs in semi permanent ink.

"THIS BETTER COME OFF OR I FUCKING SWEAR!" She threatened, beyond furious with Sally. "There we go, all sorted, now let's get you to your room!" Sally cheerfully said, waving goodbye to Jessica as the clamps skidded around a corner on the railing. Jessica's screams faded away once again.