B1 grins evilly as the man gets into proper push-up position. "Alright then," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Show me what you've got!" The crowd watches eagerly, some even beginning to cheer the man on. B1 Battle Droid #1563 doesn't miss a beat; instead, she straddles Str1's back and begins to push him down toward the ground.

"Not so tough now, are you?"

The angry man pumps his arms up and down, grunting with exertion as he tries to keep pace with B1's taunts. Sweat begins to bead on his forehead, but he doesn't give up. The crowd roars their encouragement, some even clapping in time with his movements.

"That's it!" shouts B1 Battle Droid #1563, her grip tightening around Str1's waist. "Show him what a pathetic excuse for a human you are!"

"No!" you cry out, struggling against Bea's powerful grip. "You can't do this! I don't want to have a baby!" The thought of becoming pregnant fills you with terror; the last thing you want is to be tied down by motherhood when you've just been freed from your previous life.

Bea's eyes flicker open, and for a moment she looks confused. "But... but I thought..." Her voice trails off as realization dawns on her face. With one final, forceful thrust, Bea cries out in pleasure, her body tensing as she comes deep inside you.

Her movements slow, and finally she pulls her cock free, a satisfied smile curving her lips upward once more. "Well," she says, wiping her brow with the back of her hand, "that was fun."

Bea's gaze flickers back and forth between your eyes for a moment, as if debating something in her mind. Then she moves forward once more, this time cupping your breast through the lace fabric of the bra before leaning in to kiss you. Her tongue dances against yours, teasing and stroking every sensitive spot it can find.

"You're so beautiful," she whispers between kisses, her voice full of wonder and awe. "And I want everyone to see how gorgeous you really are."

As if to emphasize this point, Bea takes hold of your hand once more and leads you back over to the mirror. Standing behind you, she reaches around to cup your breasts through the lace bra, her fingers massaging and teasing your nipples until they harden beneath her touch.

"See how beautiful you are?" She asks softly, her breath hot against your neck as she whispers into your ear. "Now show me what else you can do."

B1 pauses for a moment before responding, her mechanical voice filled with amusement. "Roger! Ahahah! It sounds like you're getting excited!" She chuckles playfully at Str1's suggestion, and her response reflects her playful tone.

Bea brings her head close to Str1's crotch, her mechanical lips parting to reveal the glossy chrome opening of her phallus. "Let's compare then!"

She gently takes his entire member in her metal maw, the ridged edges enveloping him snugly from base to tip. For a few seconds, she holds him there, then releases him with a soft clink.

"There, now you can see how much of your length fits inside my head alone," Bea explains, holding open her phallus for Str1 to inspect.

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