Aggressively

Fennec lunged forward and locked her teeth onto the hand in her face. Muscles let out a shrill shriek as he writhed in pain. The moment he pulled his hand free of her mouth, Muscle’s other hand reflexively reared back in a fist but a word from the old Bothan stopped the punch before it was thrown.

Red-Stripe still had her arms trapped but she couldn’t help smiling when she saw the man’s already swelling hand. That was one trigger finger that would be out of action for a while.

“You’re lucky the boss doesn’t want you uglied up,” growled Muscles. He eyed her suspiciously before saying, “Let’s use the things,” to the striped red-head behind her. He reached for something she couldn’t quite see.

“What is that? What are you goi– OWW! – oomph!”

Halfway through her question, Red-Stripe yanked the mercenary’s long braid hard. When she yelped in reaction, Muscles jammed something large between her teeth.

All her life, Fennec had rolled her eyes and complained at the unrealism of every stupid action vid where a captured heroine stood there like a statue as bad guys trussed her into helplessness. She'd even joked about what would happen if someone tried that with her. Tonight, in the large windows that looked out on Coronet City’s rolling skyline, she saw a reflected woman in the middle of an upscale restaurant, her breasts swaying free of her halter top’s disheveled straps, wobbling on her heels. The confused eyes and lips **** into an ‘O’ by the ball gag bulging from her mouth gave the impression of a doe-eyed idiot. She watched with tantalizing fascination as this sexy simpleton stood there, not even taking basic moves to protect herself, while a pair of underworld enforcers slapped metallic binder-cuffs around her wrists and buckled a gag in place beneath her long braid, rendering the woman in the window both silent and helpless. She shivered at the image and watched the woman’s nipples harden in response.

“That should keep our little gundark under control,” cooed Red-Stripe in her ear.

The hot breath on her neck helped shake Fennec out of her trance. The gag made the cutting remark she shot back come out something like, “Awwrr Mmmph”.

Red-Stripe cocked a hand behind her ear. “Sorry, couldn’t hear you.”

“Mmmph. Ahh. Mmm” Fennec cussed.

“Come again.”

The old Bothan cut off the argument by declaring, “Just move the package, you two! I have guests to tend to.”

With a grunt, Muscles tossed the bound assassin over his shoulder so quickly, he yanked her right out of her heels. Fennec kicked her bare feet in futile frustration as she watched the half-naked, doe-eyed idiot receding in the window, her breasts swinging with her captor’s step, looking as helpless as a damseled damsel could be.