You fail to dodge them

You see the clamps descending upon you but it’s too late you attempt to run but you are grabbed by the arm by one of the clamps. It isn’t long before your other arm is trapped too. You jerk against the machine’s grip but to no avail. Similar devices soon find your ankles and trap them too. Your limbs are pulled into a large X, leaving you quite exposed.

”Commencing disrobing…”

A large apparatus emerges and approaches you. A limb with shears attached at the end extend towards you. They begin to cut at the fabric of your sweatshirt, working vigorously to separate the thick cloth. However, it isn’t long before it finally gets through, and your sweatshirt falls off your body and onto the floor. From there, the rest of your clothes are easy. It continues to cut away until finally you are spread-eagle in the middle of the spartan room with no clothes on.

”Commencing Lactation Induct…”

You hear the machine power down and you breath a sigh of relief. It isn’t until you hear the projected voice coming through the room that you notice Mr. Minchest at the control panel with a devilish grin about his face.

”What have we here? Looks like Officer Sentha couldn’t keep her nosy cunt out of my business. I knew right away that I’d be seeing you again under less legal circumstances. But the question is Officer Sentha, now that I’ve got you, what do I do with you?”