... Menace

"Attention, attention!" came the loud female voice through the loudspeaker. "Please don't mind the underdressed detective! The security bots will just take Agent Callaghan to the cargo lift where we can move heavy cargo! Have a pleasant stay on Urma 7!"

Shannon's eyes shot wide open. If her nudity hadn't been noticed by enough people before, the loudspeaker had just drew everyone's attention to her. It even announced her name and occupation. Not that anyone there could know her, but still. She turned a deep shade of crimson and set her gaze on the floor before her feet, trying to ignore the comments. She was unable to look at her unwanted audience. And unwanted, it most definitely was.

The two bots escorted their 'prisoner' through the lobby of the busy station. Paraded, would be a better word for it. Because they took their sweet time walking as slow as was humanly, or botly, possible. As she was led along, resigned to her fate, amidst all the laughter and rude comments she heard something that caught her attention.

"Mr. Durant! Mr. Durant!" called a clerk behind a window.

Shannon raised her head and followed the direction of the voice, to see none other than her target, Frank Durant. The sneaky little bugger she was sent to apprehend. The reason behind her visit to this awful planet. The reason behind her humiliation. Well, indirectly... What the heck was he still doing at the satiton? He was supposed to be escaping the law. Yet, there he was, looking straight at her. The cocky bastard was looking at her. All of her. Checking her out. Making mental notes of all her imperfections.

"Mr. Durant! Your luggage has finally arrived!"

"I've been waiting for it for half an hour now. I can wait five more minutes." said Frank to the clerk before turning his attention towards Shannon with a shit-eating grin.

"Keep moving! Hurry!" pleaded Shannon with the bots, trying to urge them to walk faster. Her target was walking towards her and she had absolutely nothing on. It couldn't be happening. He couldn't have recognised her.

But of course he had. Definitely, after her name had been announced. "Well, well, well. If it isn't my favourite law-enforcer." grinned Frank as he reached Shannon. "So nice to see you. Of course, even nicer to see so much of you."

"Send him away! He is harassing me! I have rights!"

"We are indeed authorized to deal with harassments..." started bot one in a threatening manner, making Frank step back. "... However, we do not feel it a violation of any protocol to allow our escort some friendly company along the way."

"What?! He is anything but friendly!" yelled Shannon.

"Great." smiled Frank as he slowly walked alongside the detective. "And here I was thinking this day couldn't get any worse. The way I see it, my luggage being lost was what led the two of us to this very moment." his eyes were scanning the poor detective.

Shannon couldn't believe her ears. So she wasn't the only one encountering faulty machinery at the station. But alas, their misfortune was hardly comparable. Frank had got his luggage delayed, while Shannon had lost all her clothes, her badge, her identity and what little she still had left of her dignity.

"I knew they would send their best after me. That's why I was so angry at the delay with my luggage. But I hardly expected to see... this." he pointed at Shannon's beet red body. "You work out, don't you? Of course you do. With such unsatisfactory boobies, you can't allow to let yourself go." he snickered.

"Unsatisfactory? Fuck you!"

"Oh, come on! I never expected them to be huge but this. I can't be the first to say that they are a disappointment."

"You are, asshole! They... they are perfect for my figure..."

"What figure?" he laughed. "Well, at least now I know that the carpet matches the drapes." he pointed at Shannon's ginger landing strip.

Shannon's growing anger dwarved her embarrassment. "I'm going to catch you, so help me god. You'll end up behind bars." hissed Shannon behind clenched teeth. "Do you hear me?"

"Ooohh, scary. Love that. Gotta make a holo of this." laughed Frank as he ran a bit ahead and turned to face Shannon, pointing his recorder straight at her.

"No! You can't let him!" struggled Shannon against her bonds and the two bots. "It would ruin my reputation!"

Amidst her struggle, while her bonds did not yield an inch, she managed to dislodge her gun from between her cheeks and it landed on the marble floor with a loud thud. "You dropped something." noted bot two and it plunged the weapon back up her little bumhole with great ****. So great, in fact, that the trigger 'happened to be' pulled back.

Shannon felt a sharp pain course through her body. She arched her back as she screamed into the neon lights above. Then her muscles went limp and she fell to her knees. She was conscious. Her blaster was set to setting 1, which was essentially a glorified tazer. But that didn't make it any less painful. Oh, no. Especially not inside her ass. Her entire body felt sore. She just knelt there for a moment, catching her breath. When she finally managed to open her eyes, she saw Frank's wide smile as he recorded her on her knees. And she felt... No. That couldn't be. She looked down and even through the fogginess she could clearly see a yellow pool on the floor between her knees. Nooo!

She had wet herself.

Agent Callaghan, best of her year at the Academy, had wet herself, naked in public. And it was all recorded by the target she was supposed to take in.

"NOOOO!!!" she screamed, her eyes welling up. "This can't be happening!"

"This is hilarious!" laughed Frank.

"It seems out little space monkey is not yet domesticated." said bot two.

"Worry not. I sent for a clean-up droid. Should arrive soon." said bot one.

"Just take me." sobbed Shannon, unable to handle any more of this indignity. "I... I can walk."

"We cannot just leave that pool here unattended. It would be dangerous. And the safety of all passengers is our outmost concern." explained bot one.

Shannon rose to her feet weakly. She heard giggles and laughter all around herself. Even the kids found a grown-up lady pissing herself while naked funny. She couldn't imagine how she would live this moment down.

"Man, they are going to love this on the holonet." said Frank, fumbling with his recorder.

"No! You can't put it there." objected Shannon.

"Why not?"

"You... you just can't. It... it would ruin me...my career." Then after a deep breath, Shannon added, "Please."

"I could be persuaded not to upload it. Question is, what is it worth to you?"

"I... I have nothing on me..."

"Oh, I've noticed." snickered Frank.

"No, I mean I have no money on me."

"I think we can figure something out." smiled Frank. "How about a little feel up?"

Shannon glanced at the bots who were conversing with the clean-up droid nearby. Her hands were still bound behind her back, but her captors were not paying any attention to her.

"You promise you'll delete it afterwards? And that you won't tell anyone?"

"I promise." said Frank with a hand on his chest. At this point, he pretty much knew she would ccept the deal.

Shannon lowered her head. "Then... go ahead..." she whispered as she offered her naked body to the criminal she was supposed to bring in. She would become a laughing stock at the agency if this got out. But the holo would be even worse.

Frank also glanced at the bots, but upon seeing their disinterest, he proceeded. His hands cupped Shannon's small breasts. She closed her eyes, but could still feel him fondle her. She could feel him groping and pinching her little nipples. "Unsatisfactory boobies." he whispered mockingly, teasing the nubs with his fingers, watching Shannon blush down to her navel. Her nipples, despite the situation, erected under his playful touch. Then she felt his hand slid down her tummy to graze her curly pubic hair. He ran his fingers through it a couple of times before inserting one into Shannon's gaping pussy. Her wetness surprised both of them. He wiggled his finger around until a little moan involuntarily escaped Shannon's mouth. She felt his other hand raise her chin and she reluctantly opened her eyes to look at him. Frank just smiled at her as he playfully pinched her throbbing clitoris. Another moan escaped her mouth and Shannon averted her gaze. That felt like a little victory to Frank. Not like he could do anything more in the public station, anyway. He slapped her pussy one last time before stepping back. He could count himself among the few who had ever groped a detective. And probably the first to do so in public... after she had wet herself...

"You had your fun." snarled Shannon.

"'Fun' is a bit strong of a term considering those." he pointed at her little titties.

"Whatever... Delete the recording. Now!"

"Alright, alright! Sheesh... Done." he held up her recorder for Shannon to see.

Well, she definitely saw a file being deleted. As for what it was, she couldn't be sure. With her hands bound, she was not in any position to examine a recorder, She just had to trust Frank to keep his word. Trust a con-artist to keep his word... She had no other option.

"The puddle of urine has been cleaned." announced the clean-up droid. "Have a pleasant stay on Urma 7."

"Do we need to diaper you for the rest of the walk or can you keep from crapping yourself as well?" asked bot two.

"Fu... Yes... I can keep myself..."

"Good. Then off we go."

With that, the two bots continued leading Shannon to the cargo lift. As she stepped onto the platform, Shannon looked back to see Frank waving at her with a grin she would not be forgetting for a while. Well, in any case, they were moving to the upper floor. Things couldn't get any worse. At least that was what she thought.