Out of the frying pan, into the fire.

"Bastard!" Stiletto jerks her body straight up trying to headbutt the creep holding her from behind. She misses, however, and instead goes more firmly into the Hunter's embrace.

"Again, too slow." He taunts her as his meaty right hand reaches around and grabs the center of his prey's black fibermesh top.

"Stiletto's tits, brought to you by the Assmaster!" The Hunter gleefully announces to the growing crowd.

"Fuck!" The raven haired beauty swears as her strapless sportsbra is violently ripped from her body, stripping her topless in front of those gathered in front her and the millions watching live.

"Ohh yeah!" The lucky amateur moans as he begins to maul the former CIA agent's assets.

Even worse is Morwen's whimper of "I'm so sorry."

Her roommate might have given up, but Stiletto hasn't. "Hands off, creep!" She shouts, realizing her humiliation as given her an opening. Like a typical guy the Hunter went straight for her tits, instead of the smart play of locking her bracelets together first. With a swift and forceful stomp, Stiletto crushes her heel into the top of her tormentor's foot.

"Eeyah! !!" He screams and lets her go.

Stiletto's victory smile, however, is brief, as she looks at the dozen people before her, many with wild lust in their eyes.

Darting to her right the Hunted runs, as many begin to give chase, wanting their moment of fame and a piece of her ass. Though in great shape, Stiletto's speed in hindered by her still bound hands and her naked bouncing unsupported tits.

To make matters worse, Morwen shouts, "Watch out, the drone!"