A very special pair of panties

You decide that just letting her wander around would take way too long for anything fun to happen so you take measures into your own hands. According to the website, the RoboSlut is sensitive to most stimuli the same way most normal people are, including the effects of such things as chemicals. Chemicals like chloroform. Like the chloroform in your pocket. You take out a cloth for just these kinds of situations and quickly get up behind Velma as she bends over to examine a set of photographs you left lying around for her to take interest in, just some random fetish pics you came across on the internet and printed out. You pause for a brief moment, she’s bending over and you can just see the rim of her white panties. You feel your erection build in your pants and you quickly creep up behind her before you let her stand back up. Your cock presses against her skirt and before she can react, you have the rag over her mouth and after a brief flail; she goes limp in your arms. You drop the rag and catch her right under her breasts. You can’t resist taking a moment to fondle them, after all, she is your to play with, before you lay her down on the floor. Lifting her skirt, you reach underneath and grab the hem of her panties and pull them down. They slide down her nicely curvy hips and down her smooth legs, across her orange stocking and little black shoes. You take them and stuff them into your pocket and slide another pair up her legs. These are similar to the ones she already has one, except they are a little special. Once they are on, the waistband secures in place and even tightens if the wearer tries to take them off. The other fun little addition is the built in vibrator. Small enough that she won’t even feel it’s there until you activate it, not only is it triggered by remove, but it also responds to little receivers you placed all over the house in well over half of the rooms. Once she get close enough to one, the panties activate automatically. You quickly secure the panties around her waist, noticing the particularly soft bush in between Velma’s legs before you reach around for that wake-up trigger hidden carefully in the back of her neck. You find it and press it, quickly disappearing back into the darkness of the house as Velma recovers. Remember what just happened, she sits bolt upright, her head snapping sharply in all different direction for the assailant.

“Jinkies, what happened? There’s nobody here, that’s weird. I wonder what that was all about. I’m not locked up in a cell or tied up in the closet I wonder why someone would just knock me out and leave me here. Maybe coming here was a really bad idea.”

She gets up and examines herself, and you feel more than a bit amused at her monologue. She must be programmed to be a perfect replica of the original character, cheesy dialogue and all. Perfect, you say silently, she doesn’t notice the involuntary change in underwear. She goes back to looking at the photos, although this time she picks them up and turns to face the doorway where she came in. Well, at least she’s a little less gullible then you though.

“Oh Jinkies.”

She finally seems to have studied the pictures, which started with just some naked women but then moved on to pictures of girls hog tied, flogged, filled with toys and **** into other sexual acts. She stares at them for a little while, you can see in her wide eyes both fear and curiosity. She puts the pictures down and looks around the room, clearly thinking somebody was watching her; which, of course, you were.