The Chase

IQ turned around and tried to run, only to get jerked back by her vest. She looked behind her, and yelped when she saw a very pissed off Frost. She turned her head back around, and started to remove her vest. The second her vest was whipped off of her, she bolted down the hallway, then towards a set of stairs.

“Get back here, blondie!” Frost shouted as she ran to catch up with the jittery German.

The second she got to the stairs, she felt Frost grab at her helmet. Panicking, she unfastened the helmet, and ditched the facemask as well. Her plan to give Frost less things to grab on to worked. That is, until she felt fabric whoosh down her legs. She looked down, and squealed when she saw that her pussy (and the blonde strip just above it) were now exposed. She pulled her hoodie down to cover her crotch, turned about face, her ass jiggling as she did so. “Give those back, meanie!” She whined.

Frost’s expression lightened a little bit as she watched the blushing woman dance about, nervously. She chuckled, then said, “Come get them.” She tucked the undergarments in her prominent cleavage.

IQ blushed as she felt herself get excited. She shook her head, and regained her composure. “Ew, I’m not going to go spleunking in your sweaty boobs.” She said.

Frost scowled, and watched IQ turn around to run up the stairs. She gave her a moment to run, then lunged up at her, grabbing at her hoodie.

IQ gasped, but didn’t bother turning around. “No! Let me go-“ her sentence ended in a yelp as she felt a knife go up the back of her hoodie. She turned around, eyes widened, and knees shaking. She was now completely nude, and she had regretted not wearing a shirt or bra under her hoodie. She shot one of her hands to cover her crotch, then draped her free arm over her jiggling C cups. “I- uhhhh” she stammered as she watched Frost laugh at her exposure.

“Damn, you got a body like that and you wear children’s underwear?” Frost said in between laughs.

IQ tightened her arms against her body, and turned her knees inward. “They’re not for children! They’re adult sized!” She exclaimed, her voice getting higher with each word uttered.

This sent Frost over the edge. She cackled so hard that her breasts bounced. Every time she tried to muster the willpower to say something, she sputtered, and laughed even harder.

IQ grimaced. “Knock it off!” She shouted.

Frost, who was now crying, laughed even harder.

IQ’s eyes narrowed. She let out a roar as she leapt down the stairs.

“Hey, what the hell are you doing?” Frost shouted as IQ toppled her to the ground.

IQ ignored her, and grabbed onto the neck of her tank top.

Frost’s eyes widened, and she started to squirm. “Get off of me!” She yelled. She was trying to hold onto her tough girl routine, but she couldn’t hide the panic in her voice. She tried to wrestle the German off of her, but her arms kept getting pushed away by either one of IQ’s hands.

IQ pulled as hard as she could on the collar, and stuck her tongue out in anticipation as she watched the fabric rip, thread by thread.

“No, no, no!” Frost shouted, her face turning red as her pillowly breasts were freed.

IQ gave one, last tug, and tore the tank top off of Frost’s body.

Frost gasped as her breasts and choice of bra were fully exposed.

IQ whistled. “Damn. That looks expensive.” She said as she admired Frost’s white laced, sheer bra. She blushed slightly when she saw hints of Frost’s areolas, but looked away when she felt her grip on Frost’s arms weaken.

She tried to reach her arms up, but IQ grabbed her wrists, and kept them pinned to the ground.

“How’re you feeling, Snow White?” IQ taunted.

Frost grunted. “A lot better than you’ll be feeling when I kick your fucking ass!”

IQ chuckled, then let go of one of her arms. Frost watched as IQ traced her finger slowly up her abs, towards her bra.

Frost’s eyes widened, and she tried to push IQ off, to no avail. “What kind of pervert are you?” She whined as she felt IQ’s finger go between her breasts.

IQ ignored her, and squeezed one of Frost’s soft breasts.

Frost blushed. “Why are y-“ she started to say before she felt something wet trickle down her legs. She looked down, horrified at the thought that she was the source of wetness. “Oh. My. God, she said, “You really are a pervert.” She said when she found the actual source.

IQ stared, blankly for a few seconds, then looked down at her soaked pussy. She then looked to Frost’s astonished face. “Um. I have to go now.” She ripped the bra off, and jumped off the startled Canadian.

“Hey, you can’t just do shit like that and leave!” Frost shouted, as she stood up. She used one arm to cover her breasts, and started after the fleeing soldier.