Yes, but not without losses

Hawk hated waiting. He was at a small roadside diner, waiting for Valerie to signal when she was ready for extraction. He had been amusing himself by playing with the app. He would occasionally send haptic signals to Valerie's outfit to pinch, tease and caress her. Thanks to the sensors, he could see she was getting more aroused by the minute.

Suddenly, the upper half of her body readout went blank. The app flashed red with a message that simply said "Torso: Signal Lost".

Looks like I'm needed sooner than expected, he thought. He paid for his coffee, and headed out.

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The momentary distraction that Mariana's arrival created gave Valerie just enough time to break free. She shook herself free from Isaiah's grasp and tried to run away. He tried to grab her, but her shoulders were just out of his reach. For a moment, Valerie felt relieved, having escaped his grip.

Her relief was short lived, for while Isaiah didn't grab her body, his fingers did manage to grab the fabric of her corset.

Valerie had built too much momentum to stop or adjust her stride. As she ran, she could feel the flimsy garment being ripped away from her body. Suddenly, her breasts were no longer ed, bouncing freely while she ran. She pressed them close to her chest with her hands, and continued to run, determined to escape.

She managed to get away and out of Isaiah's sight. She found a small closet and ducked inside, closing the door behind her. Not a moment later, she heard Isaiah run past the door and to the other direction. Valerie held her breath, praying that he wouldn't find her. She could hear the commotion outside. Isaiah, furious at having lost her, was taking it out on anyone he could find. He was barking orders, commanding anyone he could see to find Valerie and bring her to him.

Valerie decided to stay where she was. She would wait where she was until the commotion died down.

The brief reprieve gave her time to inspect her outfit - or what remained of it. Isaiah had ripped her corset clean off her body. She was now completely topless. Her garter belt was now visible on her waist. Her frilly miniskirt started low, and barely reached past her hips. Her stockings only highlighted her toned thighs, and her thong panties were peeking out from underneath the tiny skirt.

She was in a precarious position, and she knew it. She could feel the stress building inside her. Her body, slick with sweat and filled with adrenaline, demanded relief. She pulled her panties aside, exposing her clit. She pressed her fingers on it, tempted to start getting herself off right where she was.

No, she told herself. One more slip up, and you're likely compromised. This can wait.

With sheer willpower, she brought her primal self under control - barely. She didn't know how long she could control her body. Her pussy yearned to be filled, and her nipples refused to be anything but erect. She didn't have much time left - it was only a matter of time until her physical needs overwhelmed her rational mind.

The commotion outside seemed to have died down. Isaiah had left her immediate vicinity, and Valerie opened the door a sliver and peeked out.

The corridor was deserted. Seizing her chance, Valerie stepped out and resumed her way to the Dawson study.

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