Break Girl rolls backward and into a compromising position.

Panicking as the ground grew more and more distant, Break Girl rolled backward, hoping she'd be able to aim her gun up at her captor. She quickly abandoned the idea: she was already very close, and if she pointed her gun upward, it would be the part directly caught. That didn't seem like a good outcome... Worst of all, she was beginning to get vertigo... "Gosh darn it, why would I be programmed with a fear of heights?!"

She'd already started rocking backward, and at this rate, it was going to catch her by the stomach. Break Girl tried to imagine being carried uncomfortably through the air that way and decided she'd do anything to avoid it. She tried to correct slightly, figuring it would be better to get caught by the head. As she rolled slightly forward...

The result was that each of the two prongs of the Mag-Fly's namesake ended up pressed against the soft surface of Break Girl's breasts. She let out a gasp as she felt the buzzing magnet vibrate against the sensitive tips, clenching her teeth in shame at the arousing feeling. She could probably make the shot if she could concentrate now, but that was a lost cause. "Ngh... w-wait! D-don't carry me to Magnet Girl like this... Sh-sh-she's definitely gonna laugh!" Break Girl moaned and squeezed her legs together, trying to keep her calm and discipline, **** now not to escape, but simply to keep herself together.

Mechanical in the face of her wailing protests, the Mag-Fly continued to carry its helpless quarry towards what she now recognized as a mechanical, reinforced hatch on the side of the building. It looked just the right size to accept both the bug and the girl. In all likelihood, this was a whole routine designed to deal with Buster Girl if she showed up...

But Break Girl couldn't imagine Buster Girl getting caught in such a humiliating fashion. "Gggh... I screwed it up again..."