On a Factory Roof

For the second time that night, Fennec was falling through the crisp spring air. A sloped metal roof, still shining from that afternoon's rain, was a few meters below. Unlikely to be lethal, the drop could still do damage if she landed wrong.

In the fraction of a second it took to fall that distance, she reacted on instincts honed on countless experiences. The woman tucked her chin and elbows tight, pressing her wobbling boobs together as she did. The moment her feet hit the cold metal roof, she let herself buckle and rock back, distributing the shock along the side of her smooth calf, then up a nude thigh, over a scantily covered buttock, and onto her bare back with enough momentum left to roll her all the way over her shoulder. She ended on her belly, nude tits pressed against the wet roof. Still the landing fall maneuver did its job, leaving Fennec dazed but uninjured.

Topless adventures presented wholly new sensations for breasts used to being swaddled in armor. The cold metal she was sliding down tugged lightly at her panties and on each new roofing panel she could feel the seam tweak the undersides of her bare tits as she slid passed.

Sliding! Fennec snapped out of her daze and craned over her shoulder. Passed the curve of the bikini panties clinging to her backside, she saw the edge of the roof rushing towards her.

“Oh no. No. No!”

Her fingers clutched at the smooth metal but there was nothing to hold onto. Her feet dug in. The tread on her trusty combat boots would have stopped this slide with ease but wet, little toes were useless here. As she was passing over the edge, Fennec’s hands finally got a solid grip on a gutter and she ended up dangling from the roof, her free-swinging breasts swaying in the Corellian breeze.

Setting still at last, Fennec hooked her toes on the wall and took in the surrounding city scape.

She was in the Manufacturing Sector. That Ofe took her in the opposite direction of the spaceport where her ship and warm, modest armor waited. She had to cross the whole city now instead of half and, somehow, do it in nothing but lacy white underwear. But first, she had to get down.

Traversing along the gutter to a nearby vent, she swung the grate open and ducked in. The warm air flowing out was a welcome change to a night that was a little cool under normal circumstances but was practically freezing in her wet, undressed state.

Once inside, the mercenary carefully peered out from the air duct and was relieved to find she had crawled into one of the many fully-automated factories of the galaxy. All mindless automation. Not even a droid to see her bare skin.

It was a long drop from the duct. However, with a bit of watching and timing, she was able to hop onto a mechanical arm passing below. The entire time Fennec rode the machine with both hands pressed to her bare chest, just in case someone happened in. When it paused at the end of its run, she slid safely off onto the factory floor.

The machine restarting its routine seemed unimportant until she felt a bolt tugging on her panties. For a split second, Fennec clutched her breasts tight, caught between covering her soft flesh and freeing herself, and in that moment lost her opportunity.

The arm rose, taking panties and owner with it. When the pull began, she dearly hoped the string on her bikini underwear would hold out, but as that little scrap of cloth was pulled ever further up into crevices front and back, the woman quickly changed her mind. The pressure and discomfort in her privates only multiplied as she was lifted up until her toes barely touched the floor. She quickly forgot her modesty and desperately pulled at the lacy, bottoms with both hands, but without stable footing, could never get her bottoms up off that stubborn bolt. As it moved, she was **** to dance along with the arm on her tip toes, its captive ballerina.

Despite all her great battles, adventures, and accomplishments there is simply no way for one to bear the discomfort of being hauled away hanging in a wedgie with anything approaching dignity. The virtually naked master assassin was carried off into the depths of the factory with a pitifully un-assassin-like whimper.