"Silence, intruder!"

“Okay, you’ve had your fun,” says Kitty, coming down the stairs. Some time has passed. You and Meg have been hanging out in the lobby, watching girls go through the new security system, which never fails to entertain. “I bet you think that was pretty hilarious, huh? Looking me out of my room like that.”

“Not my fault you lost your towel,” says Meg with a shrug. “I had nothing to do with it. You did look pretty funny, though.”

“Whatever. Hey, what’s her deal?”

“Who? Janelle?” The icy receptionist is squirming and panting in her seat, barely able to control herself. From in front she still looks decently dressed. From behind, you can see she’s nude below the waist, and strapped down onto a revolving Sybian which has replaced her swivel chair. She can turn left or right, but she can’t get off. It pulses and buzzes between her legs, expertly stimulating her chocolate-dark pussy, though like all infernal technology it’s not going to let her cum until you’re good and ready. “No idea. Anyway, you want to get some breakfast?”

“Sure, sounds fun. What’s this thing in front of the door?”

“That’s the new security system. It’s harmless.” Meg walks straight through the scanner, not even triggering a beep. “See, you just come on through. Don’t even think about it.”

“Oh, okay,” says Kitty, walking through the scanner. It beeps menacingly and says “Intruder detected!”

“Hey, wait a…”

“Silence, intruder!” The mechanical arms grab Kitty by the ankle and flip her upside-down. They set about methodically stripping her out of her shorts and tank top, her bra and panties, leaving her nude except for her Converse sneakers. They flip her over and hog-tie her like a Christmas parcel, suspending her in midair, a rope harness wrapped around her nubile body, her legs tied up behind her and her arms crossed in the small of her back.

A small but very powerful drone emerges from a slot in the machine. Kitty squawks in outrage as she’s handed over. She dangles just above head height from a hook attached to the drone’s base, the rope harness distributing her weight evenly and painlessly. Her small breasts dangle below her. Her thighs are parted, displaying her pink pussy to the dozens of curious spectators who’ve gathered around the dorm doors.

“Handing intruder over to reliable authority designate Meg.”

“No no no wait abort! Abort!”

“Command not recognised. Custody transfer complete.”

“Come alone, little drone,” says Meg, snapping her fingers. The drone obediently carries Kitty along behind her, seething and fuming, kept perfectly at eye level, helpless in her bonds. “We’re going for a little walk.”