Climax

Roxy watched her victim tremble as the aftershocks of the unwanted earthquake rippled through her. The Gadget Stripper’s arms retraced, letting Kirsty hang in her restraints. Her juices glistened like a winter frost in the dim light of the chamber.

I bet that was the best fuck you ever got.

“Roxanne, you need help.”

Roxanne ignored her sister and balanced the phone on the controls so she wouldn’t miss a thing. She observed her, making sure she wasn’t hurt. After all, she wasn’t trying to injure her victims seriously. Satisfied that the exhausted, sweating Kirsty was as good as expected, she turned back to her sister.

“Say goodbye to Jessica, Kirsty.”

“G-goodbye, Jessica.”

“Gadget Stripper, release her. But don’t let her take the clothes. She knows the rules.”

The mechanical arms dropped Kirsty to the floor. She caught herself and wobbled on jelly legs. Kirsty gently cupped her pussy, then realized how pointless the exercise was and let her arms drop to her side.

“You can go now. Just remember, I could have made this so much worse for you.”

Kirsty struggled to make her legs work. They shook with the effort of the ripples of arousal that had reverberated throughout her body. If she thought about taking one last swing at the Punk Princess, she thought better of it as she staggered past Roxanne and out of shot of the camera, her choked sobs echoing throughout the basement.

“So, what now, Roxanne?” asked Jessica.

“I just wanted to remind you that you don’t control me just because you work for some fancy law firm. You stay out of my business, and I’ll stay out of yours.”

Jessica frowned. “You’re more gone than I thought if you think you scare me. Just because you dress like a creep doesn’t mean I’ll let you do whatever you want. If daddy can’t do his job, then I will.”

“Oh yeah?”

“This isn’t over. Today was your warning. I’ll make sure you pay for everything you’ve done.”

Roxanne’s mind already raced with plans. Her sister’s threats didn’t anger her like earlier that day. In fact, they spurred her on, spurring her on to more extraordinary inventions. She loved a challenge, and if it came from her big sister, then that was all the more satisfying – and, quite frankly, arousing.

“You should visit more often. Don’t be a stranger.”

Roxanne ended the call as Jessica opened her mouth.

Take that, lawyer bitch.

Roxanne observed her handiwork and let out a laugh that echoed throughout the silent underbelly of the mansion. A more fantastic game had begun, and she relished the challenge.