A Close Shave

Rose was putting up an almighty fight, squirming and wriggling ever more frantically as Zu-Zanah slowly lowered the set of clippers down toward the small forest of pubic hair at her crotch—the only thing even slightly shielding her pussy from complete exposure.

She let out a shrill squeal as the clippers did their work, shearing away tufts of the light, wispy hair, and revealing patch after patch of pale, delicate skin. To her increasing distress, Rose's pussy gradually came into clearer view. True to her name, the vulva were distinctly rosy in complexion, each of the lips flushed with soft, warm tones of pinkish-red, and revealing not a hint of what lay inside. The labia came together softly, just barely brushing up against one another in the middle, pushed further in or pulled further out in time with her restless, fidgeting movements. Rose moaned shamefully, powerless to stop Zu-Zanah and her clippers' path up and through what remained of her 'bush'. "Nooo...no, you can't do this! All those people...they can't be—" she trailed off, made breathless by the weight of the situation hitting her. Where the hell was The Doctor? What even was this? Was this what 'travelling through time and space' really looked like? Being stripped and...shaved, against your will?! She wracked her brains for something, anything useful, something that might at least give these perverted robots pause. They'd mentioned something about a contract, obviously thinking she'd signed one with...Satellite Five? The name carried with it a wave of recognition, and it made a lightbulb go off in Rose's head.

"The Jagrafess!" She blurted out. "D‐do you remember the Jagrafess?"

Zu-Zanah stopped, the clippers still buzzing away against Rose's newly-bare skin, the most recent strands of hair falling to the floor through the gap in her thighs, joining the rest of it in a small pile. All that was left of her pubes now was a small but noticeable uneven patch halfway up her crotch; Rose couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of humiliation at the messy, uneven state it had been left in. "The...Jagrafess?" Zu-Zanah echoed. "Hmm..." she tore herself away from the clippers to address Trine-E. "Does that sound familiar to you?"

Trine-E shrugged. "Maybe, some sort of ancient history, no?"

"You're right. Ancient. History." Zu looked Rose right in the eye. "Does this look like a History programme to you?" There was an almost tangible menace behind the words, and it made Rose look guiltily up at her, teeth biting softly into her plump lower lip. "N-n-no?"

Zu-Zanah nodded smartly. "Spot on." The clippers flared back to life, the sound made Rose cringe, all the defiance draining right out of her. The shaving continued, until every last bit of pubic hair was in that little pile on the floor beneath her. When it was done, Rose gasped at the sight of her pussy—utterly bald, every inch of it on full display for the cameras to capture and beam back to Earth. Abruptly, Trine-E let go of her and shoved her, making her take a few uncertain steps forward. She gasped again, feeling cool air rushing over her newly-hairless pussy. Immediately she shoved her hands into her crotch, arching her back to better conceal it, which had the effect of pushing her backside out in a vaguely suggestive manner. "Oh...oh god..." she whispered, her face beet-red. Her crotch had never felt so smooth, and her pussy was distractingly warm, as if it were flushing right alongside her face. Rose stood there, shellshocked, her top half still clad in the white vest and a few meagre strands of what had been the red hoodie, but below the waist she was completely naked—save for her trainers—and entirely hairless.

Trine-E took the opportunity to come up behind her, and Rose winced as the robot gave her lovely bubble butt a firm pat. "Good girl."

Rose kept shifting uneasily on her feet, she was eyeing the door now, ready to try and make a run for it despite the risk; anything to get away from these two, anything to stop this before it got any worse. Zu-Zanah followed her gaze and laughed, "I wouldn't if I were you. We're equipped with stun technology as well, funny thing though, a quirk of the stun attachment is that it has a roughly 20% chance of causing uncontrollable orgasm reactions in the target."

"Though that would be ratings gold." Trine-E added.

"Ratings platinum, even."

Rose took a deep breath. "You...you've done enough, haven't you? You just took my trousers and my knickers off and...and...shaved me, on live TV...just let me go and you'll never see me again, I won't even tell my friend what you did, just—"

"Let you go?" Zu cocked her head, confused. "Now why would we do a thing like that? We haven't even gotten an idea of torso proportions and, most importantly, bust dimensions!"

Rose shook her head, side-stepping away from Trine-E and her wandering hands to put her back (and bare arse) up against the nearest section of wall. "N-no! You're not going anywhere near my...my bust! D'ya hear me?!" She raised her voice, eyes darting between the two robots, instantly unsure of what exactly it was she was going to do to stop them.