Security Procedures

Security Procedures

Karen groaned longingly as she rather unceremoniously plopped down in her chair. It was good to be back, she thought as she rubbed her face. She had been out of the country for over two weeks on a business trip and had just gotten back. Dropping her hands she blankly gazed at her darken office. She had come by the office, although it was well after hours so she could take a quick look at what awaited her official return. For some reason she had been unable to access her e-mail while she had been away so she could just imagine how many were waiting for her.
Sitting up, she turned to her computer console and turned the machine on; might as well see if there was anything she really needed to look at or if it could all just wait until tomorrow. She stared dumbly at the screen as she waited for it to load up; hopefully there would be nothing of any real importance for her. She glanced at her neatly arranged desk, there was just a few things in her IN box and that would wait until tomorrow; she wasn’t even going to glance at it. She slowly rotated her head, cringing slightly as her neck popped; after she was done she was heading for home and a nice warm bath. It would feel good to change out of what she was wearing into some comfortable casual clothes.
The people she had been meeting with believed in formal attire at business meetings and so for most of the time she had been wearing business clothes. While she didn’t mind dressing nicely, she did like to also wear jeans and a casual top; she rather enjoyed casual Fridays. Currently she was wearing a dark brown, just below the knee length straight, skirt and a long sleeved mustard colored blouse and a dark brown jacket. She would be glad to remove her current outfit, not that it was uncomfortable but she had been in it for a rather lengthy time. Deciding that since she wasn’t meeting with the client and since it was after hours she could at least relax a little. She quickly unbuttoned and then slipped off her jacket, tossing it onto the counter that was behind her desk.
Returning her attention to the computer as the screen flashed and the main menu appeared. That warm bath was sounding very enticing, she thought as she logged on. Too bad there wasn’t anything else at home to entice her, she thought dryly. A small voice sternly told her to not start that complaint again; she had had this discussion many times before and it never changed. Karen knew she was an attractive woman, many people had told her so. She stood five eight in her stocking feet and she was thirty three okay maybe she wasn’t a young girl still but she definitely wasn’t an old lady either. She weighed a solid one hundred thirty five pounds and had a nice bust, not overly busty but sure not flat-chested either; her breasts nicely filled the C-cup bra she was wearing. She had a nice round bottom and a pair of shapely legs that she didn’t mind showing off if she could. So why couldn’t she keep a man in her life? She had had a number of lovers over the years but none of them ever panned out. She just couldn’t seem to find that right guy.
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts and hopefully avoid allowing herself to wade into her personal pity pool Karen hastily brought up her e-mails. She was pleased to see, while a number of them were there, none were tagged as urgent. Carefully she scanned the messages to see if there was any she might risk and go ahead and look at before heading home. Why not, she thought bitterly, no one’s there waiting for me.
A soft steady humming noise caused Karen to look away from her computer towards the door to her office. Her eyes widened and she inhaled sharply when she saw the squat, box-shaped object in the doorway. It looked to be about two feet high; there were a number of things sticking out of it. One was rotating about while another one of the objects was pointing at her.
Karen closed her eyes for a moment and shook her head reassuring herself that she hadn’t had anything to drink on the flight back. Opening her eyes she suddenly recalled a message that she had seen shortly before leaving on the business trip that the company was installing a new security system. She remembered that the new system was supposedly totally automated. Maybe that also explained why she had had so much trouble getting into the building; when she had waved her pass card in front of the door sensor it hadn’t unlocked like it was suppose to. Luckily someone had told her of a way to bypass it so she could gain entry if she had forgotten her pass card. This must be the new system, she told herself.
“You are not authorized to be in the building,” the small box-like object suddenly informed her.
“I work here,” Karen said quickly. She leaned over to grab her purse off the floor, saying, “My name is Karen Hopkins. Here’s my badge.”
“You are not on the after hours list,” the machine calmly responded.
“I didn’t know there was one,” Karen muttered as she sat back up, flashing her ID badge at the machine.
“Only people on the authorized after hours list are permitted in the building after business hours.”
“Well I just got back in town from a business trip,” Karen said tiredly, “And I just wanted to see if there was anything I needed to take care of.”
“You have violated security procedures,” the machine told her.
“I’m sorry. It won’t happen again,” Karen said disgustedly waving her hand in the air. She turned to her computer to shut it off deciding to just go home. No sense sitting here and arguing with a robot, she thought. With her irritation stirring Karen simply turned her computer off without going through the normal shut down procedure. Standing she grabbed her jacket from the counter behind her desk saying curtly, “I’ll go ahead and leave, will that make you happy?”
“Departure is not allowed,” the robot told her.
“I’d like to see you try and stop me,” Karen snapped as she started to come from behind her desk.
“You may not leave until your presence in the building can be authorized.”
Karen came to a halt staring at the dull gray thing sitting in the doorway. She frowned as she studied the small object wondering if she was going to have to climb over the damn thing so she could leave. There was a long pause and then she asked curtly, “Can I leave?”
“It must be determined if you are authorized to be in the building after scheduled business hours.”
“Well then just do it!” Karen snapped angrily.
“Please present security badge,” the robot told her.
Karen sighed disgustedly as she walked forward holding her ID badge out in front of her. A small arm rose from the top of the machine and pointed at her. Karen assumed it was some kind of video device as it remained pointed at her. She held her badge out in front of the device, asking, “Here. Happy?”
“Please insert security badge into the slot,” the machine blandly told her.
“I prefer to shove it up your mechanical ass,” Karen muttered as she leaned forward to locate where she was to put the badge. She saw a slot on the front of the machine and she quickly jammed her ID badge into. She straightened as she waited to see what the machine would do next. She saw a brilliant glow flood out of the slot and she assumed it was scanning her ID. She folded her arms across her front and tapped her foot as she waited. She frowned when she noted the camera was pointing at her face. She turned her head slightly to gaze at a spot on the wall near the door and ignore the damn thing.
“Images do not match,” the machine informed her after a few seconds.
Well hell, Karen thought, that picture on her badge was about four and half years old; she had had long hair then and now she wore it short, down to her collar and styled a little different.
“Well that’s my badge,” she coolly told the machine. She was tired of arguing with this damn robot. She waved her hand in the air and said, “Listen I’m not going to stand here and argue with a machine. Now get out of my way or so help me I’ll kick you out of my way.”
Karen had never been known for having a very bad temper, rarely had she ever really lost her composure but this damn thing was sure trying to achieve it. She really didn’t know if she could actually harm it and she wasn’t sure how the company would react to her damaging it if she did, but it sure would alleviate her stirring anger. She leaned forward slightly and held her hand out saying firmly, “Give me my badge back and I’ll be going.”
“Negative,” the little box answered, “Unable to confirm as individual on badge. Security breach.”
Karen gritted her teeth; this little machine was turning into a pure pain in the ass. She also had no desire to pay the ten dollars it would cost her to get a new ID badge if the little thing kept her badge. Oh well she’d worry about it tomorrow, she decided; now she just wanted to leave.
“You must not attempt to leave,” the machine told her sternly.
“Well I’m going to you little pile of junk,” Karen said as she stepped closer and starting to move to the side of it so she could slip past it.
Suddenly it felt as if every muscle in her body had twitched. Karen gasped loudly as she went rigid and then collapsed to the floor, every nerve in her body tingling sharply. She laid there staring up at the darken ceiling above her, breathing heavily and wondering just what the hell had happened. There hadn’t been any noise or movement just that sudden jolt. Her nerves burned slightly, rather like that burning sensation when one strikes their funny bone. Weakly she raised her head from the floor and looked over at the machine. It was still sitting there, the video extension pointed at her. She noticed another long, thin rod sticking up from the back of it and she wondered if that was what had shocked her.
“Attempts to depart without permission will be prevented,” the machine told her in what seemed an ominous tone. There was a brief pause, as if it was waiting to make sure she understood its comment and then it said, “Complete compliance with all directions is required.”
Slowly, carefully Karen sat up; the room spinning slightly when she did. After a few more seconds she made her way to her knees, grabbing the chair that was in front of her desk for support. She looked back over her shoulder at the machine as it sat there watching her. She definitely was going to voice her thoughts about this new system. Shakily she struggled to her feet, holding onto the chair for support. She paused to catch her breath, trying to figure out how she could get away from this mechanical monster. Her eyes landed on her phone; that was probably her best move, call for help. She moved around and dropped into the chair. She didn’t know who she should call as she leaned forward and grabbed the phone.
“Phone access is denied,” the machine informed her as she lifted the hand set. She brought it to her ear and knew that the machine was telling the truth; there was no dial tone, just silence. Slowly she returned the hand set, keeping an eye on the machine. After she had hung the phone up the machine calmly said, “Complete compliance is necessary and required.”
Nodding automatically Karen swallowed hard as she remained seated trying to figure out a way to escape. She knew that as long as the little thing remained in the doorway there was no way she could get out.
“Stand up,” the machine curtly directed her and making her gasp softly at the authoritarian tone it displayed. Karen still felt shaky from the shock she had received and hesitated in standing. The machine quickly and somewhat impatiently told her, “Complete obedience is required.”
As if to emphasis its subtle warning the whip like antenna that had delivered the electrical jolt slowly moved so it was pointing at her, much like a snake poised to strike. Holding a hand out in front of herself and shaking her head she hastily scrambled to her feet. Once she had, she stood there with her head bowed slightly and her hands at her sides. She noted that what she assumed was the video recorder or the eyes of the machine was slowly scanning up and down and she realized that it was apparently surveying her. She shuddered as she stood there somewhat appalled at being scanned by the machine. She wondered just what exactly it might be doing; could it somehow be comparing what it was seeing to some kind of record. That was crazy, she told herself, what possible record could it have of her?
To her further amazement the camera began to extend up from the body of the machine. Wide-eyed she watched as it slowly rose up until it was at eye level with her. As she stood there looking at the cold, unblinking eye she thought of the old science fiction movies of aliens coming to Earth and their terrible weapons.
“Turn around,” the machine coldly directed her after a brief pause.
“What the hell for?” She snapped without really thinking about it.
“Complete compliance is required,” it coldly replied. There was a brief pause and then with almost an air of impatience it repeated, “Turn around.”
Shaking her head and deciding that it would be useless to try and argue with a machine she slowly turned until her back was towards it. She halted and looked back over her shoulder at it. She frowned slightly as the camera seemed to slowly scan down her figure and then back up. She told herself that she was being silly; this was a machine it couldn’t be eyeing her.
“Happy?” She curtly asked after a few more seconds.
As if responding to her sarcastic comment the machine said, “You may turn forward.”
“Well thank you very much,” she muttered as she turned. She ran a hand through her slightly tousled hair and asked, “Can I go now?”
“Identification is not confirmed,” it answered and there almost seemed to be smugness in its mechanical voice.
“What more do you want?” Karen asked in an exasperated tone as she tossed her hands in the air.
“Further visual confirmation is required,” it calmly told her.
“What the hell is that?” Karen snapped; she was going to give her supervisor an earful in the morning about this damn new system and in quite clear terms tell them what they could do with it.
“For identification purposes you will need to remove certain articles of clothing.”
“Like hell I will!” Karen said angrily.
The words had just left her mouth and she didn’t even have time to wonder about her response when the thin antenna whipped forward and smacked against her. The electrical jolt that followed literally lifted her off her feet as her whole body went rigid. It felt as if her whole body was on fire, every nerve fiber in her searing with pain. Her knees buckled as she sagged and tumbled backwards, ungainly collapsing into the seat. Her momentum caused the chair to tip backwards and in her stunned state she was unable to stop it. The chair toppled back causing her feet to fly up, one of her shoes flying off as she did. She was too dazed by the electrical shock and was unable to even try to catch herself.
Karen crashed down and somersaulted back, her legs whipping roughly over her head and she landed hard on her stomach, causing her to grunt loudly as she did. She had banged the back of her head against the carpeted floor when she had tumbled back in the chair and her mind was spinning, both from the impact and the shock. As she laid there on her stomach, gasping for air the thin tentacle flashed out again and touched her. She was only able to utter a terrified but weak scream when it landed.
Another searing electrical burst ripped through her, but this time it wasn’t just a brief jolt. Her body was rigid, trembling all over, as it tore through her for a number of seconds. Finally it stopped and Karen went limp laying face down and gasping raggedly for air. Every nerve fiber in her body seared with pain and her arms and legs were still trembling mildly. Weakly she raised her head and saw that the antenna was poised just inches above her arm. She was too stunned to try and move her arm away, not sure even if she could if it would have helped her.
“Total compliance is required,” the machine calmly told her after a few more seconds. There was a brief pause as if to allow her time to think about what she had just suffered. The machine then asked, “Do you understand?”
Karen licked her dry lips and weakly nodded her head, hoping that it could somehow understand her nod. To her relief the antenna retracted. She let out a shuddering sigh of relief and again laid her head back on the carpeting.
“Stand up,” the machine ordered after a moment ending her hope at collecting herself.
Karen was fearful of receiving another severe jolt from the machine and also that if she did it might be even more intense or prolonged. Not knowing just how cruel this machine could be and not sure how much she could endure she clumsily struggled to her hands and knees. She paused once she had, trying to suck air into her burning lungs. She stayed there with her head dropped forward and dismayed at how her legs and arms were quivering.
“Stand up,” it once more directed her after a brief pause.
Swallowing hard Karen sat back on her ankles and then leaning over to grab the edge of her desk for support struggled to her feet. She swayed heavily once she had risen, leaning against the desk; a combination of still being dazed and also since she had lost one of her heels when she had toppled over in the chair. Awkwardly she kicked off the remaining shoe.
“Step forward,” the machine calmly told her. Carefully she stepped away from her desk and faced the machine. It was silent for a long moment as she stood there as if it was assessing her. Her stomach knotted fearfully as the thin antenna slowly raised, almost like a snake preparing to strike. It then calmly told her, “Remove your blouse.”
Karen wanted to refuse, she wanted to know how this would enable the damn thing to confirm who she was, but she also recalled how painfully it had reacted to her prior mild refusal. Her hands were trembling as she reached up and began to fumble with the top button on her blouse. Her fingers were stiff and ungainly; it was almost as if she had forgotten how to do a simple thing like undoing a button. Finally after what seemed an unusually long time she was able to undo the button. She almost felt a feeling of relief when she undid it. Keeping her head bowed she moved her hands to the next button and was able to undo it without as much difficulty.
Pausing after she had unbuttoned her blouse to her waist to undo the cuffs of the blouse she then began to pull the lower part of her blouse out of her skirt. She paused for a moment as she roughly wiped her tear-filled eyes with the back of her hand. She felt so helpless, humiliated and weak; yes she had undressed while someone watched on more than one occasion but this was so humiliating. This wasn’t like undressing for a lover; this was more like being undressed for an inspection and by some machine.
As she began to undo the last couple of buttons on her blouse she swore she could feel the machine staring at her. She knew she was being foolish; this was a machine that was watching her, not so fat lazy guard. But she almost knew that it was staring at the small gap between the edges of her blouse and the visible cleavage between her breasts. She knew that part of her flesh colored bra was visible to its mechanical eye. Taking a shuddering breath after she had undone the last button she then roughly drew her blouse off her shoulders and allowed it to drop down her arms. She held the garment in her hand wondering what to do with it and then simply tossed it onto her desk.
“Face the camera,” the machine instructed her and still feeling a little shaky she turned towards it. She stood there quietly; her head still bowed as the machine once again scanned her or at least she assumed it was. She wondered if it was possible for the machine to enjoy the view of her bra-covered breasts.
Karen had been told that she had a nice bust; well she had been told she had a very good looking rack and she wondered how the machine would evaluate her breasts. They were pert and thrusting and adequately filled the C-cup flesh toned bra she was wearing. She wondered if the damn thing was able to enjoy the faint dark outline of her nipples through the somewhat sheer material of her bra. Oddly she felt her nipples beginning to stiffen slightly; somehow the fact she was being examined by a cold machine was beginning to excite her. She told herself she was being crazy, but she couldn’t deny that she was getting a little aroused. Luckily this little monster wouldn’t be able to detect that; at least she hoped not.
“Remove your skirt,” the machine told her after a few more seconds.
Karen flinched slightly really not surprised by the command but still dismayed by it. She hesitated for a long moment knowing she had best comply but wanted to ask why she was being treated this way. She knew that there was facial recognition software on the market, but she had never heard of any kind of figure recognition software and even if there was how could it recognize her figure? This was insane; she wanted to say but decided not to.
Karen undid the small clasp on the side of her skirt and slid the zipper down. She leaned forward as she allowed the skirt to slip down her slender legs and then carefully stepped out of her skirt. Kneeling quickly, she scooped her skirt up ff the floor and then stood back up. She held her skirt in her hands, instinctively making sure it was hanging straight and then turned to place it on the desk with her blouse. She then turned back towards the machine, standing there in just her matching flesh-toned bra and panties, dark, natural-toned stockings and a garter belt. She had started wearing stockings a number of years ago, initially at the request of her lover at the time. She wondered if the little monster eyeing her liked it her choice of underwear apparel.
“Turn around,” the robot directed her after she had faced it.
Unthinkingly she nodded and then turned around. Again she swore she could feel the machine’s cold eye sweeping down her backside to her small, round ass. The panties she was wearing wasn’t a thong, but it certainly revealed a significant portion of her pale ass cheeks. She looked back over her shoulder at the robot and saw that the camera appeared to be aimed at her butt. She wondered if machines liked staring at women’s butts and if she wiggled it slightly if it would appreciate it. She admonished herself for such strange thoughts.
“Turn around,” it again directed her and she did as told.
“Satisifed?” She asked after she had turned back towards the machine.
“Remove your undergarments,” it calmly instructed her.
“Why?’ She asked in a tearfully, shaky voice tossing her arms out as she did. She shook her head, asking, “What more do I need to do? When’s it going to stop?”
“Remove your undergarments,” it coldly repeated, “Immediate compliance is required.”
“Okay, okay,” Karen said quickly waving her hands in front of herself. She definitely didn’t want to be zapped again.
Leaning forward and reaching up behind herself she began to fumble with the small clasp on the back of her bra. Somehow she sensed that the machine did not have patience and that it would not be wise to delay in doing as it commanded. Her fear of being zapped again made her fumble clumsily with the small clasp. Normally she had no real problem undoing her bra, but now her fingers seemed oddly stiff and unwieldy. She took a shuddering sobbing breath as she struggled with the clasp, fearful that the machine would consider her delay as reluctance to obey its command and would once more jolt her. Finally she was able to release the damn thing. Breathing a little easier she slid the straps off her shoulders and then drew the garment down her arms and off. She turned and tossed it over with the rest of her clothes on the desk. Straightening her back as she jammed her thumbs inside the waistband of her bikini cut panties, she paused to take a breath and then shoved them down. She leaned forward at her waist as she worked her panties down past her knees and then carefully balanced on one foot and then the other so she could remove the sheer, skimpy garment.
“That is sufficient,” the robot told her after she had tossed her panties over on to the desk.
Meekly she stood there with her hands hanging limply at her sides clad only in her dark colored stockings and garter belt. She watched as the camera slowly panned up and down her figure. She noted that it paused twice and she thought it zoomed closer as it moved over her. The first time she thought it was when it was aimed at her breasts and then once again when it was directed at her pussy. She again found herself wondering if this machine liked the way her snatch looked; did it appreciate the small neatly trimmed piece of pubic hair she had or did it like woman to be shaved smooth or maybe a hairy bush. She gritted her teeth deciding that it would have been pointless to ask; it was just a cold machine that was examining her and not a person, rather like an X-ray machine.
So why was she finding herself being somewhat aroused by it, a small voice in her still jumbled thoughts asked. This wasn’t like some man was forcing her to undress and force her to let him look at her. This was just a piece of equipment, like her computer or her car that was doing it. It had no feelings or desires it was just following some really weird program and yet she was finding herself getting a little excited by it. Maybe it was the cold impersonal nature of it or maybe it was how helpless she was. There was no reasoning or pleading with it, she had to submit or else she would be punished.
“Turn around,” the machine ordered her brining her out of her thoughts.
Nodding without really thinking about it, Karen slowly turned until her back was towards the machine and then she stopped. She looked back over her shoulder at the squat machine as the camera slowly panned over her figure. She noted that it paused for a long moment pointed at her round bottom or at least she assumed that was what it was looking at. The silence continued for a long few moments and Karen wondered just what the damn thing was doing. She wondered if it was possible that it had locked up and if it had could she get dressed and hurry out before it corrected its problem She also worried that if it wasn’t locked up that she would be punished once more if she did try and leave.
“Please lean forward,” the machine suddenly told her.
“What? Why?” Karen asked without thinking her eyebrows coming together in the middle of her forehead in confusion.
“Lean forward,” the machine repeated. Although she was sure she had imagined it Karen swore there was a slightly ominous tone in its comment.
Karen shuddered involuntarily as she recalled how she had been disciplined just a few moments ago for attempting to refuse. She shook her head and then slowly leaned forward, bending at the waist. As she did she was forced to spread her feet slightly to maintain her balance. She placed her hands on her legs as she leaned forward wondering just how far the machine wanted her to bend over; she wasn’t as limber as she use to be. She arched her back and looked back over her shoulder at the machine waiting to see what its next command to her would be. She shuddered as the cool air washed between her legs and over her surprisingly damp snatch. Granted she had been eyed before and few times rather crudely and yes she had submitted to a doctor’s examination too but never anything like this; it was so mechanical. The puzzling thing was that in all those times when she had been examined by others it hadn’t been all that arousing but here this she was finding incredibly arousing.
“Insufficient light for identification purposes,” the robot informed her after a few more seconds.
Maintaining her position, Karen asked, “Wha…what does that mean?”
“Must move to a better lighted area for identification authorization.”
Karen straightened and turned around with a slightly wide eyed look. She scratched her head and asked the machine, “What do you want me to do?”
“Proceed to conference room 213,” it directed her.
Karen motioned at the pile of clothes, asking, “Can I get dressed or at least take those with me?”
“Negative,” it responded and then backed out of the doorway a short distance. After it had it said, “Proceed without delay to room 213.”
Karen knew that the conference room was just down the hall and was a fair sized conference room; she had been in it many times before both giving and attending conferences. Although she knew she was alone in the building, except for her little captor there, she still didn’t like the idea of walking the short distance totally naked. She would absolutely have died if someone else was in the building and saw her this way. There was no way she could explain what was going on.
Stepping into the doorway of her office Karen instinctively looked up and down the hallway. Briefly she allowed the memory of how packed and noisy the place was during the day, it almost seemed creepy because it was so quiet. The emptiness coupled with her nudity only increased her helplessness. There was something both exciting and somewhat degrading being made to parade around totally naked. Granted she had walked around naked before and yes the thong bikini she liked to wear just barely covered her private parts but this was completely different. She had never even dreamed about walking around the office stark naked, although she was sure that some of her co-workers would have liked it and not all of them male.
“Proceed,” the gray colored machine ordered her bringing her out of her thoughts.
Karen nodded and swallowed hard as she stepped out of her office. She began to bring her hands up to cover her breasts with one arm and her snatch with her other hand and then decided that it was senseless since there was no one else in the building and the little monster behind her was just a stupid robot. Still she wanted to get out of the hallway as quickly as she could so she started to hurry but the machine suddenly said, “Walk!”
Karen slowed immediately to a normal pace, keeping her eyes trained straight ahead. She heard the soft whirl of the machine’s treads starting up and she quickly glanced back over her shoulder at it; seeing that it was a short distance behind her and its camera still seemed locked onto her butt. As she walked along she was conscience of how her unrestrained breasts jiggled and swayed slightly with each step.
Reaching the door to the conference room Karen pushed the door open and saw that it was dark. She looked over at the machine and said, “The lights aren’t on.”
There was a brief silence and then the lights flicked on inside the conference room and Karen realized that the little monster could control the lighting throughout the building. She smiled thinly wanting to ask the little dictator why it couldn’t have just turned on the lights in her office to conduct its examination. As the lights were flickering on the large screen at the front of the room began to slowly descend and she wanted to ask if the little monster was planning to show slides.
“Enter and stand at the front of the room,” it ordered her and Karen walked into the room. She shuddered slightly as she did, the room seemed cool and she wondered if the little dictator had turned the air conditioner on. A small voice pointed out that she was stark naked and that might be the reason it felt cool in the room.
As she walked over to the front of the room she heard the robot following her in. She turned around to face the empty room after she had reached the middle of the room. Briefly she recalled the many times she had been in there either attending a conference or the few she had been in charge of. Never attended one this way, she thought. But then again she had never been controlled like she currently was. She wondered how far she would be willing to be controlled by a man; probably not this far she decided. But then again none of her lovers had had this much control over her.
Karen watched as the little machine quietly moved over and stopped right in front of her. She briefly glanced over at the open doorway and immediately rejected the idea of making a dash for it. She knew that it would have been futile; the little monster could simply lock all of the doors and disable the phones so she would have been trapped there with it and she feared what would happen if she attempted to flee. Besides she would have to first go to her office and get dressed before she attempted to escape. No, she would have to remain there and submit to whatever this little gray monster demanded. She shuddered as she realized that she had just totally submitted to it; she had never so totally surrounded to any of her previous lovers. Some had tried to control her, but they had all failed, she had simply refused to give in and very shortly they were former lovers. But this little machine had her totally under its control and she was finding it very exciting.
Inhaling deeply when the thin whip-like device extended and bent towards her, she watched uneasily as it slowly came towards her. It was almost like the slow hypnotic sway of a snake; she couldn’t pull her eyes from it as it neared. She wanted to flee but didn’t want to be zapped by it again. She wondered if it was planning to shock her once more for some unknown reason. She tensed when the knob at the end of the device lightly touched the smooth skin of her upper chest. She stared down at it as it lightly moved back and forth across her skin; it almost was a caress. She tried to relax but she kept waiting for that blinding searing jolt to blast through her.
Slowly, almost tenderly it slid over her chest to the gentle swell of her breast. She watched as it then slowly moved down her upper breast to her erect nipple. She was surprised when she moaned softly as the small knob touched her turgid nipple. Somewhere in a detached part of her mind she wondered if the machine had some kind of bio sensor ability; that it could somehow scan her DNA through the cord and could determine who she was.
Karen took a shuddering breath as the end of the cord began to press a little firmer against her breast. Without thinking she reached up and grabbed the cord. She gasped and immediately let go of the thin metal whip when she felt a light electrical tingle on her breast. Although it hadn’t been painful, just a slight electrical tingle, she knew it was a definite warning. She lowered her hand back to her side, grateful that her master hadn’t shocked her as severely as it had earlier. She couldn’t and didn’t try to stop the throaty moan as it pushed against her skin. Her pale skin was indented slightly from the pressure of the cord and then it began to slowly circle her nipple maintaining its pressure. Astonished she watched as it made a slow, firm circle around her nipple.
After a few moments it eased the pressure against her skin and began to slide lower on her breast. It paused to rub the underside of her breast for a few moments and Karen closed her eyes enjoying the cool touch of the device. She had her eyelids partly closed but she saw that the video monitor was aimed at her and was apparently recording everything. She didn’t really care at the moment; she was just so enthralled with the feel of the cord. More than a couple men had fondled her breasts, but none had so excited her the way this damn machine was arousing her.
Karen giggled softly when the end slipped from the underside of her breast to her ribcage. It was her little secret; she was very ticklish on her ribs. She squirmed and giggled again as the tip moved down her ribcage. She gasped and twitched when she again felt a quick, light electrical tickle. It was almost as if this little robot was teasing her; that or getting her very aroused. She wondered if the thing had a dildo or some kind of similar device because she could sure use a good fucking right now; whether by a real person or a machine it didn’t matter at the moment. She kept her head tilted forward watching as it moved down off her ribcage and onto her smooth belly.
Giggling again when the knob reached her navel and made a firm slow circle around it; this machine was turning her on, she thought, she was kind of glad she had been caught by it. She was breathing heavily as it resumed its downward trip across her lower belly. She knew where it was headed but when it reached her pussy mound it paused and began to slowly rub side to side, firmly pressing against her smooth skin.
Finally it resumed its descent, moving to just above the end of her pussy slit. Karen assumed it wanted her to spread her legs so it could inspect her pussy. All of the men that she had ever spread her legs for she had controlled to some extent or another; they didn’t get there unless there was something for her. None of them had ever forced her to spread her legs; it had always been her decision, sometimes it didn’t take a lot of effort by the man for her to do it. She stared down at the dull silver colored cord and decided to make it force her. She wanted to be forced by this machine to submit; to be totally controlled by it. She wanted to be compelled by this machine to do as it wanted and not as she wanted.
Karen gasped and pitched forward slightly when a sharp little electrical jolt flashed through her lower parts. She knew she imagined it but she swore she knew the thing was impatiently drumming its fingers; she didn’t know if had fingers or not, but she could almost feel its impatience. It pressed the end a little harder against her skin.
“Make me,” she half gasped and half muttered. She knew this thing could make her suffer if it wanted to and really the smartest thing would have been to just spread her legs but she wanted to be forced.
Karen stumbled back and her muscles twitched sharply when another electrical jolt hit her. She stumbled back against the wall and the machine was right there, following her and keeping the device pressed against her crotch. She instantly grabbed the cord and tried to push it away, but before she could another even greater jolt flashed through her. Karen let out a pained cry as all of her lower abdomen muscles seemed to flex at the same time and then went limp, her knees wobbled and buckled and she collapsed to the floor.
Lying on her side, with her back against the wall, Karen was gasping for air as the machine repositioned itself. It had simply moved to the side so it remained in front of her. The snake-like cord was hovering a few inches away from her near her hip. She bent her neck and watched as the cord lowered and wormed itself between her upper thighs. Shakily she lifted her leg, placing her foot on her other knee. It had won, she had forced it to make her submit and it had.
Suddenly the cord was withdrawn and the machine curtly told her, “Stand up.”
Clumsily Karen clambered to her feet, swaying heavily once she had. Breathing heavily she leaned back against the wall with her feet a short distance in front of her. She watched as the machine moved close and the thin cord slowly extended. She watched as it moved between her spread legs. She also saw how the video monitor also lowered and extended slightly apparently to get a good view of her pussy.
Karen groaned wearily when she felt the knob touched her pussy slit. She closed her eyes as the device slowly moved along her pussy slit, carefully pressing itself between her glistening pussy lips. She gasped when she felt a slightly tingle flash through her pussy and knew that it was from the machine; her master. It wasn’t painful, just enough to heighten the already excited state of her pussy. It tenderly rubbed along her wet slit for a few seconds and then pulled away. Karen groaned and sagged slightly when it did. The machine backed away a short distance.
“Please proceed to the table,” it ordered her.
Karen looked at the long conference table that was positioned in front of the tiered seats at the other side of the room. While it was a short distance away, she wasn’t sure if her shaky legs would carry her the distance. Vainly she tried to push off from the wall but instead she slowly slid to the floor.
“Proceed to the table,” the machine calmly told her.
Deciding that she had nothing less to lose, in regards to her dignity, Karen slowly moved to her hands and knees. Her head was dangling forward as she began to crawl on her hands and knees towards the long table ahead of her. From the edge of her vision she saw that the machine had positioned itself so it could record her movement. She swore she could feel its hot camera eye pointed at her ass as she crawled past and it moved behind her. She wanted to laugh; once one of her lovers had tried to get her to do something like this, crawl around on her hands and knees and she had coldly refused him and now here she was, stark naked and crawling around in front of this robot.
Reaching the table, Karen reached up and grabbed one of the chairs that were at it. She grabbed the armrest of the chair and struggled to her feet using it as a support. She paused to run a hand through her hair and then on still shaky legs she turned around to face her master.
There was a brief flash of light on the screen at the front of the room which caused Karen to look up. The screen then was filled with her image; apparently the system had accessed the video controls of the conference room and was broadcasting what it was seeing through it. She watched as the camera slowly zoomed in on her face, she found herself staring at her own image up on the screen. She was unable to look away as it slowly began to pan down; moving down and pausing on her bare breasts. The camera zoomed back so her whole chest was visible. Then it zoomed in once more, this time focusing on one of her breasts. After a pause it panned over to her other breast. After a few seconds the camera panned back and moved down her figure, slowly passing over her abdomen. Karen was mildly surprised when it passed without pausing over her pussy, continuing down her legs to her feet.
“Turn around,” the robot ordered.
Swallowing hard and nodding without really thinking about Karen slowly turned until her backside was facing the camera. She looked back over her shoulder at the screen as the camera slowly panned up her legs. Without being told to, she scooted her feet back a short ways and parted them. She then leaned over from the waist, placing her hands on the table in front of her. She was pleased when the camera paused on her ass and zoomed in closer. She clearly saw that her pussy was visible to the camera and she even scooted her feet a little further apart.
Karen groaned lustfully when she saw the cord snake forward and moved between her legs. She closed her eyes and sighed as she felt it moving along her slit. Delightfully it pressed the knob on its end between her plump pussy lips, continuing its slow movement along her slit. She groaned again when she felt the light electrical tingle teasing her pussy. She moaned in protest when it suddenly pulled away.
“Turn around,” it ordered her.
Stumbling as she did, Karen pushed off from the table and faced the machine. Her attention moved back to the big screen and watched as the camera panned down and then stopped on her snatch. Instinctively she spread her legs as best she could as she watched the camera zoom in for a close-up shot her pussy. Not really knowing why Karen reached down and carefully spread her pussy lips revealing the wet pink folds of her pussy to the machine. She remained there allowing it to record its unobstructed view of her pussy, wondering if it could tell just how horny it had made her. She couldn’t remember ever being so damn horny.
Unabashedly she moved her other hand between her legs and began to finger herself. As she did her image on the screen changed as the camera pulled back displaying her figure from just above her knees to her head. Karen leaned back against the table as she began to grind her hips while she fingered herself, a long low moan escaping from her throat.

“Damn I really thought you were bullshitting me,” the one security tech told his co-worker as they watched Karen at the system’s operations center.
“I’ve done this a number of times,” the other tech said with a laugh. He gestured at the monitor saying, “Sometimes it takes a lot of convincing to get them to undress and others do it with very little trouble.”
“So what are you going to do with that DVD?” The first tech asked motioning at the slot where his co-worker had inserted a disc.
“Oh I’ll post it on my Web site with the others,” he said as he leaned back in his chair watching Karen. He suddenly sat forward when he heard Karen’s long, shuddering groan and assumed she had climaxed. She was laying on the table, her ass right on the edge of it and her legs dangling down. He instructed the robot to tell her that the identification procedure was completed and her presence was authorized.
As they watched Karen begin to struggle off the table he directed the machine to thank her for her cooperation.

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