Chapter 22 by xandam

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A Small Identity Crisis

Defeated by a belt buckle!

Deadly assassin, feared bounty hunter, and galactic badass Fennec Shand couldn't believe that she had been stripped and defeated by a common belt buckle. Now, here she lay butt naked, face first in another woman's cleavage, with the pale cheeks of her bare ass hoisted in full display of every hooting idiot on this street.

With a whimper, she wriggled in humiliation. One arm scooped the breasts that dangled below her. The other reached up to cover her exposed slit.

Her mind raced. She should’ve been furious, plotting ****, planning a next move. Instead, she was lying face-first in a pair of soft boobs, heat rising in her cheeks as she squirmed, her entire body tingling with shame.

But the worst part was a voice in the back of her mind that was… enjoying this. She hated to admit it, but there was something weirdly thrilling about being so utterly exposed, so humiliated in front of a, cheering crowd. The vulnerability, the embarrassment, the helplessness - it was terrifying, but at the same time, was something else.

That voice wanted her to let go and just… accept it. To be that sexy object, the demure blushing damsel desperately scampering about like a helpless mouse, unable to hide her soft nakedness from the leering galaxy. She had been stripped of everything already - clothes, dignity, reputation. Why not just embrace it? She’d never felt so out of control, so exposed, so… alive.

Fennec groaned. Why am I actually so turned on right now?

What was wrong with her? Was she a mighty mercenary or a meek mouse?

"Hey," hissed Jaia, "you going to get up?"

"Sure," Fennec squeaked acquiescence as she stumbled to feet.

How long had she just lay there blushing and wiggling? She gulped. How humiliating... and exciting. What was she thinking?

Fennec got pulled out of this second reverie when Jais gasped, "Oh no!"