A shipping yard

It was another quiet day on the line, as Dune Madely unpacked recent shipments from the core worlds. Her’s was a simple process, activate an arm that tapped the crates open, allowing the others further down the conveyor belt to remove further packaging. One could only imagine her surprise when she cracked open a box to find a mature, naked woman contained inside. Her arms had been trapped behind her back with film, and she was squashed in by plastic packaging. Her eyes were closed and she appeared to be moaning, was she in pain?

Her co-workers began to notice her too, as she traveled across the conveyor line. All of them were too bewildered to operate the machinery, leaving the woman contained within the packaging. Dune shut down the conveyor line, and rushed over to the woman. She activated a robotic arm that grabbed the packaging, and deposited her on the floor. Dune set to work on freeing her as her co-workers began to congregate around them, appreciating the excuse to take a break.

Spurred on by the woman’s agonised moans, Dune tore open the packaging and hoisted her back onto her feet. Dune grabbed some scissors to cut through the woman’s binds, but she bolted towards a nearby machine arm before Dune could do so. To the shock and horror of everyone in the room, she began to grind her crotch against the machine with passionate vigor.

Having been in a sexual fugue for hours upon end, Fennec was **** to relieve herself, to fulfill the desires that the confines of the crate had denied her. Up and down she moved, and as she reached the brink of her long awaited orgasm-

Whoosh!

She was hit by a torrent of ice cold water that sent her skidding across the room. The sudden shock finally awakening her from her manic and horny state. With the fog in her mind clearing, she saw the crowd of shipping workers who had been staring in awe at the indecent display she had given them, and the security droid who held the hose that had hit her.

“I have just reported this incident to the police. You best leave before they arrive.”

Fennec scrambled to her feet, and sprinted out of the building. Overwhelmed with shame. While it felt good to finally be out of the packaging, her arms were still trapped in film. Meaning that she could do nothing but expose her jiggling butt cheeks, her dark strip of hair, and her diamond hard nipples (a result of the cold hose down, she told herself) to the workers she sprinted past.

But at least the hose down had expelled the Zeltron pheromones from her brain, and she could finally focus on her task at hand. She’d thankfully lost her pursuers. All she needed was to find a way back to her ship and-

Fennec’s hopes were crushed when she burst through the entrance, and was greeted by the sight of an empty beach, and a glimmering casino shining brightly in the night. In her fugue state, she hadn’t realised that she had been shipped off world, and was no longer on Corellia. She recognised the casino from holo ads as Canto Bight, the haven of greed and indulgence for the elite of Cantonica. But that meant she was stranded from her ship and possessions, all the way in the outer rim…

Approaching siren snapped her out of her dread, and she took off in another sprint.