Clothing Scanner

Roxanne waited for the machine to lock Kirsty into position. The restraints were tight enough to prevent her from moving but not tight enough to hurt her. Roxanne decided to test out the machine’s first feature: the clothing scanner.

“Gadget Stripper. Clothing scanner.”

“Scanning.” A few seconds passed. “Scanning complete.”

Roxanne observed the list appear on the LED screen. It gave her a complete readout of the obvious and the not-so-obvious. She licked her lips at the result.

“You naughty girl. Are you wearing a… g-string?”

Kirsty’s lips moved, but only garbled nonsense came out.

“Did you seriously wear a g-string just for me?”

“No.”

“Liar. Anyway, I’d like to see you a little less dressed, don’t you think?” Roxanne paused. “Oh, wait, you thought this was what you would do to me, didn’t you?”

Kirsty bit her bottom lip.

“Well, here’s the fun thing about this machine. If I use these controls right here, I can control everything without touching you.” Roxanne giggled. “I’ll do my best not to pinch you.”

“Wait, wait, wait, we can talk about this.”

Roxanne wasn’t listening anymore. She gripped the levers and began moving the mechanical arms by herself. The movements were precise and practiced, and hours were spent trying to be as accurate as possible.

Firstly, she decided to opt for Kirsty’s boots. The arms moved towards her feet, and the sensors detected sudden movements and reactions to minimize discomfort. The little arms found the zippers on either side of the boots and pulled them down. Her boots sagged, and Roxanne pulled them away to reveal her socks. They soon dropped to the ground, too, leaving Kirsty barefoot.

Kirsty started struggling again, but it was too little too late.