Ass

Kirsty thrashed against the restraints while Roxanne returned to the controls. Her movements were futile as she got nowhere.

“You’re sick.”

Roxy’s smile widened. “I think you mean winner.” She took a moment to look over Kirsty’s exposed upper body again. The bare chest caught her eye, the nipples that remained erect. “Next!”

Roxanne activated the mechanical arms again. With precise and delicate movements, she moved them towards Kirsty’s shorts. The captive girl tried to arch herself away from the cold metal fingers. Roxy teased the fingers towards the button, flicking it away. She then gripped the zipper and jerked it down.

Oh, Gadget Stripper, you’re so careful with her. Who’d have thought a hunk of metal could be like that?

She got inside the waistband of the shorts and craned her head as she worked, drinking in every moment of Kirsty’s exposure. The screams and profanity emanating from the chamber didn’t phase Roxanne as she began to peel away the shorts little by little.

“You can’t do this to me,” Kirsty said weakly.

The ROYAL BLUE g-string came slowly into view as Kirsty’s cheeks flushed scarlet. Firstly, the thin straps on her waist and then her mound, barely hidden by the tiny garment underneath. Her thighs came into view and Roxanne slowed her movements, letting the arms glide the shorts little by little down to her ankles.

“Beautiful. You impress me.”

“Freak.”

Roxanne frowned. “Gadget Stripper. Let’s go back to voice control mode.”

“Voice control mode activated,” replied the machine.

Roxanne left her position at the controls to approach the nearly naked Kirsty. She wanted to get up close and personal with this pretty piece she’d snagged in her web. Roxanne examined every inch of her exposure, her eyes settling on her tits and the pussy that was visible beneath the g-string.