Bra

Kirsty continued to struggle fruitlessly against the Gadget Stripper’s grip. The faint hint of a tear emerged on her face as she realized the hopelessness of her predicament. Girls could fight back against Roxy, but they couldn’t fight back against cold steel.

Come on, you’re not going to break already, are you? We’re barely getting started.

“Hey, I thought you said you weren’t some little girl?”

“No.” Kirsty shook her head. “I’m not.”

“Bra or shorts?”

“Just let me out.”

Roxanne sighed. They never learn.

She decided that sometimes the best results were gained from delaying gratification. This time, she hunted for Kirsty’s bra. The clothing scanner told her the bra was conveniently a front clasp, meaning she didn’t need to worry about any complex movements. Roxanne directed the mechanical arm directly to the clasp and gripped hold of it.

“Wait, wait, let’s talk about this.”

“Nope.”

Roxanne jerked back on the lever, and the bra snapped, coming off in two pieces. The mint green bra fell to the floor in tatters, displaying Kirsty’s naked upper body. The cold left Kirsty with goosebumps across her tits, highlighting the curvature of each one. Her breasts rose and fell with her frantic breathing, with the nipples pointing to the sky.

I’d like to think she’s turned on. Maybe I should go find out.

“Gadget Stripper… stay.”

Roxanne left her levers behind and advanced on the completely immobile Kirsty. Tears fell down her face, leaving her eyeliner forming streaks down her cheeks. She peeked over the elevated Kirsty, observing her upper body up close. Roxy’s breath grew shorter and sharper as the proximity to this cutie overcame her.

“Do you like this?” Roxanne innocently touched two fingers to one of her nipples. “Am I getting you?”

Kirsty growled and tried to jerk away.

Not good enough for you, am I? Well, we’ll see about that.