Chapter 36 by xandam

What will he do?

Time to Get Help

Ofe crouched behind a half- disassembled speeder, his breath coming in shallow gasps. He watched as the Black Sun enforcers hauled Fennec to her feet. The muscled one **** the bound woman to her feet, her big earrings flopping. The Rodian slapped awake their barely conscious companion, still sprawled in the muck where a power converter dropped on him.

"Get moving, slut," Brunk sneered, his meaty hand delivered a hard slap to her bare asscheeks.

The pink pigtails binding her wrists pulled Fennec's head back. She was **** to stare up at the clouded sky. A rope hitched her ankles together just above her tall glittering platforms. All she could manage was little blind hops, whimpering helplessly as she was herded with repeated slaps to her ass, breasts bouncing, Golden nipple rings shown in the speeders headlights. The rush of humiliation in her cheeks burned hotter than any blaster bolt.

Ofe clenched his jaw. He had to do something, but bare knuckles against three armed enforcers?

Even Ofe could tell that was a recipe for suicide, and getting dead wasn't helping anyone. His head swiveled as he studied the situation. There had to be an option that wouldn't get him killed.

From his vantage point he could see the gates to the The Pitt junkyard not far from his position. Beyond that was a road. If he could get there, he could flag down a speeder, and call Corellian Security Forces.

As he jogged towards the towering fence, reason told him the CSF could descend on this place in ****. But somewhere in his heart, he knew they wouldn't make it in time.