Own the academy girls

"I call it the Strip Miner," says Raider, throwing on a light switch.

You've moved to a secret room that Raider had been preparing for some time. The tutu-clad WAR girls gaze around at the massive machine therein.

"It's a fully automated means to process every girl in the school in about two hours," says Raider. "The girl is teleported up here, where she is stripped, stamped, documented, and then released. Observe..."

He shoves a pair of panties into a slot in the control panel, and the whole room comes to life. Up above, you can see Ashe appear, apparently fresh from being re-dressed by the Order, hanging by her wrists from the conveyer. The machine moves her along, where mechanical arms strip off her blouse, bra, and modest skirt. She's carried further, to where an apparatus clamps down around her pelvic region and drops away, taking her panties with it. Further along, she's sprayed with baby oil. Moving along, a large hand spanks her little ass, eliciting a yelp and leaving behind the message, "THIS PIECE OF ASS BELONGS TO RAIDER." In the final stage, a cluster of magic picture boxes drop down to photograph her from all appreciable angles.

She is then released, dropping to the floor naked, glistening, and very red.

"Lookin' good, Ashe!" you say, helping her up and giving her another friendly smack in the ass.

"OW!" she protests. "Just... make sure you get rid of the Order, dammit!"

The naked girl runs away, slipping here and there on her oiled feet. Halfway down the hall she spills forward into a humiliating ass-up split. A bunch of guys get a great shot of her before she manages to stand up again.

"Now, I'm hoping to eventually prefect the machine's ability to fuel itself with the panties it harvests, but for the time being, I'm going to need to fuel it manually. So..." Raider pauses and claps his hands twice. "WAR girls, undress!"

"Our butts belong to Raider!" you shout, enjoying the looks on the WAR faces.

"Our butts belong to Raider!" they echo.