A Surprise Awaits

Jaia Vekondi was so pleased with herself she didn’t mind Brunk whinging on about the bite on his trigger finger. This Fennec was tough, no one needed two doses of the spray before, but she broke her and broke her good. Jaia got everything the boss needed about the rival vigo who hired that hussy and her ship codes and financials to boot. After reporting to the boss, Jaia’d cleaned out the little tart’s account. Later she’d deal with her ship at the spaceport. The captive would go to the new slavers coming in tonight, her ship to a chop yard, and personal effects to a Blue Sector night market. By morning, it would be like Fennec Shand never existed.

But first, a little time with the little doxy. Growing up in the back hills of Chalacta, the dark-eyed enforcer never imagined the pretty playthings the Core had to offer. Soon she’d be giving the galaxy’s newest **** a taste of her future in the pleasure pits of Nar Shaddaa.

Jaia shook her black mane with its dyed-red streaks free of the updo piled atop head in anticipation, while Brunk unlocked the hatch. But, instead of the eager little toy they’d left behind, they found an empty chair. Above, a tiny vent hung open. Fennec’s flimsy, white panties dangled from the grate, torn from their owner as she’d shimmied through. That duct was too small to fit a jawa, let alone a grown woman. She couldn’t have escaped that way, yet the shredded panties were proof. They rushed forward to see how far their captive had gotten.

They were too focused on that scrap of lace to notice a naked Fennec crouching beside the door. She caught Brunk with both hands in the back of the neck, sending the big man sprawling.

Jaia commanded Brunk to, “Stun her,” as Fennec grabber her wrists.

Muscles rolled over, pointed a pistol, and screamed, “My hand!” as he dropped the gun. He cradled his chewed-up trigger-finger, while the women struggled over the blaster in Jaia’s jacket. The escapee had the greater skill, but her wrists were still chained by the binder-cuffs, giving her a significant disadvantage, until she changed tactics. Fennec seized a double handful of top and yanked jacket, shirt and all over Jaia’s head and began dragging her off.

As she struggled in her shirt, Jaia felt magnacuffs on her wrists. The nude woman’s plan was clear. She wriggled out of her clothes to get away, crying, “Brunk stay back,” as she did.

Big man charged anyway, passing the heavy chair just as Fennec activated the cuffs and collar she’d slipped onto the two during the short tussle. Magnetic forces pulled the collar to the chair, slamming Brunk’s head against the metal.

Pulling free of the clothes let Jaia escape the trap. However, her wrists were now stuck together and feeling air caressing the brown flesh of her bare breasts was a reminder that she'd lost everything above her waist.

Fennec wasn't unaffected either. Her binders kept her from removing the magnacuffs above her elbows. Those activated with the other cuffs, bringing her arms together below her breasts, forcing her to scoop up and present her modest assets for all to see.

The two stood in stunned silence blinking at one and others undignified states.

“Blaster,” groaned the concussed man stuck to the chair as his free hands fumbled for her abandoned weapon.

Jaia could see Fennec run the odds. Two-to-one, arms bound like that, she would lose. Then the little nude changed tactics again. She hopped on a plastic bottle forgotten by the side of the door. With a 'pop' the room was filled with a mist of aerosolized pheromones.

A bare ass dove for the doorway. Jaia followed, both women hoping to make it to the hall before they're overcome by the ****.