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Roxanne had a hungry gleam in her eyes as she came within inches of the suspended Kirsty. She pulled her phone out of her pocket, eager for content.

“Smile for the camera, Kirsty.” Roxanne held the camera up as Kirsty fruitlessly tried to hide her face. “Click click.”

Roxanne moved closer to get yet more angles. Then, she padded around to Kirsty’s head and looked her over.

Oh my god, is she crying? Seriously?

“Did this come as a surprise to you? Did you really think you’d be the one to take me down?” asked Roxanne. “You wanted me in this machine, didn’t you?”

“This isn’t over.”

Roxanne gently stroked her hair. “But it is.” Her fingers trailed down Kirsty’s cheek, eliciting a shiver from her victim. She wiped away an errant tear. “This is only the beginning. I’ve got something so special for you.”

“Please…”

“Shhhh. Gadget Stripper, release her legs.”

The restraints around her legs gave me, and her lower body was left dangling in the air. The arms adjusted her arms to avoid hurting her as the shorts fell from her ankles, leaving Kirsty in nothing but her g-string.

“Turn her over, Gadget Stripper.”

Kirsty was flipped over by the mechanical arms, displaying her ass to Roxy. The g-string looked even less effective, the piece of dental floss disappearing between her golden ass cheeks. With another command, Roxy hoisted her up further, getting a first-class view between her legs.

“Click click.” Roxanne snapped a couple of photos directly between her legs. Her pussy was clearly outlined, with the lips on either side out in the open.

What’s the point of a g-string when it doesn’t cover anything anyway? Question for the scientists.