Bust-ed

It was physically impossible to back up any further, Rose was absolutely certain of this, because if she could she most certainly would have. As things stood, she was pressed up as far into the wall as she could go, her naked butt cheeks smooshed into it in an almost loving embrace. The room was eerily quiet. Trine-E was staring at Zu-Zanah, Zu-Zanah was staring at Rose, and Rose was staring at the floor. Her palms were pressed tight over her pussy—a futile attempt at a protective gesture, and she was struggling not to fidget under such cold, impassive scrutiny. She was all too aware of how heavy her own breathing was, and could feel little beads of sweat running down the back of her neck and into the slightly translucent vest top. Beneath it, the straps and cups of her black bra (she hadn't been too fussed about wearing a matching set of underwear when she'd gotten dressed, at the time she'd thought it wouldn't matter, as no one, to her mind, was likely to see it) were clearly visible.

The silence felt fragile, as if the slightest wrong move would shatter it like so much glass. Rose gulped, "A-alright, listen, maybe there's some kind of...compromise we can come to?"

Zu-Zanah folded her arms. "Compromise? This isn't a show about compromise, dear! We're here to give you the style transplant you so desperately need, and we can hardly do that if you insist on being difficult!"

"Difficult?" Rose was incredulous, she glared at Zu-Zanah with all the disdain she could muster. "Of course I'm being difficult! You're stealing all my clothes!"

"Stealing...is an ugly word," Trine-E commented.

"Libellous, you might say." Zu-Zanah sniffed pointedly.

"Indeed, I mean it's not as if we're defabricating you for our benefit, now is it, Zu?"

"Oh, no. Not at all. We do this for you."

"Precisely! It's for you, darling! And to think, this is the thanks we get! Accused of theft...it's the behaviour of a garden variety brat!" As the two bots conversed, their heads were ever-so-slowly turning for them to look at one another, which rather understandably made Rose a good deal more uneasy. "I couldn't agree more, Trine...very bratty; but that's the thing about us, you see: we're duty-bound to provide our expert fashion advice and assistance to those in need. It's right there in our core programming, couldn't help it even if we wanted to!"

"Naturally, the specifics of how we carry out our programming is up to our discretion." Trine-E's head swivelled back to face Rose. "So, under the circumstances...we can do this the easy way, or the hard way."

Rose tried to ignore the intense trembling in her legs, leaning further and further back into the wall to support herself. She felt sick to her stomach, and on top of everything else, she couldn't shake the sense of being hopelessly trapped. She imagined her response as fearless, strong, the words of the archetypal Council Estate girl; when she finally did speak, however, it came out all wrong. "D-d-do what?" Stammered Rose, in a tone of voice that didn't so much belong to the archetypal Council Estate girl as it did the archetypal Teenager-In-Over-Her-Head.

Zu-Zanah paused, moving her head about in a peculiar gesture, then made a low, guttural noise of irritation. She followed this up by raising her 'normal' hand, planting a finger on each of her flat, synthetic eyes, and physically moved them round in a small circle in an effort to simulate an eyeroll.

"Show us your tits," Trine-E said, matter-of-factly. "Take off that vest and the bra, and then we can get to work!"

Rose instinctively pushed her shoulders inward, the thought of well and truly baring all made her heart skip a beat. The involuntary deforestation of her pussy was more than enough, the idea of that massive audience seeing her breasts? It was...well, it wasn't unthinkable, because she was thinking about it right now, but it was distinctly unpalatable, not to mention unpleasant. "I...I can't do that, you can't ask me to take all my clothes off on live TV!" Her voice had a definite edge of desperation to it now.

"Of course we can," Trine-E countered. "We just did, in fact."

"It's happening either way, dear. Better to take it off yourself than make us do the extra work ourselves, don't you think?"

It wasn't fair, that was all Rose could think as she stood there with her hands clamped over her privates. To be somehow back on Satellite Five, stripped and threatened by robots, all while The Doctor and Jack were nowhere to be found...it just wasn't fair! And now what? She'd be made to do a strip tease for the benefit of a viewing audience of futuristic perverts, that or be stripped, entirely against her will. There was a part of her that wanted to rebel, almost like a version of her mother in miniature, yelling in her ear in that way Jackie Tyler always did, insisting that no daughter of hers was going to lie down and take something like this. There was another part of Rose that was frantically trying to remind her of the consequences that kind of defiance could have. There was a brief conflict, and in the end Jackie Tyler won out.

"No." Rose held her head up as high as she could, trying to project as much power and intimidation as was possible for a girl with no trousers or pants on. "I...won't do it."

The silence returned, ten seconds passed before it was broken again. "Hm," Trine-E stared intently at Rose, clearly mulling something over. "Well, alright then!" She said, at last. With a gesture to Zu-Zanah, they both rolled forward as one, and as they closed in on her, Rose Tyler began to question if listening to the Jackie Tyler in her head had been the wisest course of action after all. The robots came within a foot or two of where she stood backed uo against the wall, made only the slightest of hesitations, then, with a speed Rose would never have even thought them capable of, Trine-E and Zu-Zanah reached up and went for her vest. The only response Rose had time to make was a slight dilation of the pupils, and then they were on her. Two sets of strong, steel hands grasped at her vest. Zu-Zanah took the hem of it, lifting pulling lifting it a few inches to expose Rose's navel, while Trine-E hooked her fingers into the neckline and pulled with all her might.

The speed and intensity of the attack broke what was left of Rose's composure almost instantly, in a blind panic she tried to move off to the side and out of the robots' reach, but not only did it fail to break their grip, it also made her butt cheeks rub and drag against the wall's surface, making a loud, humiliating screech. "NO! NO, WAIT! WAIT, YOU CAN'T!" She shook her head vigorously, unable to stop them from mangling the vest further for fear of leaving her pussy uncovered. All she could do was awkwardly try to skip and writhe out of their reach, for all the good that was doing her. The robots' separate efforts were starting to meet in the middle as the fabric of the vest's hem and neckline began to deform. The vest was quickly reduced to a thin strip of white cotton trapped around her midriff, completely exposing Rose's bra. What was worse? Despite its support, all the motion was making Rose's boobs start to bounce quite intensely. "STOP! STOP IT! I KNOW PEOPLE, THE DOCTOR KNOWS PEOPLE! W-WE KNOW THE MOXX OF BALHOON! THE...THE FOREST OF CHEEM! I'VE MET THE FACE OF BOE! YOU CAN'T DO THIS!"

"My, my, somebody likes to name-drop!" Trine-E snorted.

"They do indeed," Zu-Zanah chuckled. "Problem is, we don't know or care who any of that little lot are." She eyed Rose's bra with obvious intent; while one hand remained to keep hold of the trapped vest, the implement hand came up to meet the bra itself, shifting again to put a tiny buzzsaw at the forefront. "What we do care about..." The saw was whirring now, and Rose whimpered as she saw Zu bring it up toward her. "Is this!" With a flourish, she cleanly and carefully manouvred the saw in to cut the bra right down onto the middle strap that connected its cups. "NO, NO, NO, NO!" Rose screamed, but it was already done. The cups fell away from one another, the entire bra slithering quietly down Rose's body and onto the floor. At first, she wasn't even able to look. It was as if she was paralysed, really, truly, actually unable to look down. She felt horribly queasy, her stomach turning over and over. Rose could feel the next level of humiliation waiting to crash over her, but until she saw what had happened with her own eyes...it just wouldn't be entirely real. One hundred trillion years might have come and gone in the time she stayed standing there, it certainly felt like that long, when she finally did work up the courage to face the inevitable.

Rose Tyler looked down, and was greeted by the sight of her bare breasts. They were small, wonderfully firm and bell-shaped, curving just slightly inwards on the bottom and inner sides of their circumference. To top the image off, they were capped by nipples the colour of cherry blossoms—a pair of tantalising little nubs which demanded the eye's attention. The curious thing was that they seemed to come out of nowhere, since her areolas were so light and ghostly they almost blended in with the rest of each breast; so the effect was of the nipples rising abruptly from the supple, nubile skin that surrounded them. Rose took it all in, feeling goosebumpse rise all over her body—including her tits. She was blushing so intensely it hurt, and her breathing was becoming ragged. "D-doctor?" She whispered. "M-mum?"