Something to Cut Herself Free

Fennec's dark eyes locked onto the jagged edge of a broken cargo pod leaned against a wall several meters further down the alley. It would take effort but that broken piece of duro-plastic could saw through her bindings. On the other hand, she'd have to leave the cover hiding her exposed flesh from anyone wandering by. But what was the other option? Wander around nude and helpless

Summoning her resolve, Fennec pushed off the wall. She waddled along with her thighs pressed together for some modicum of modesty but it did nothing to stop her butt from wobbling as she hurried down the alley, fearful the slap of her bare feet on the cold pavement might bring unwanted attention. Every step was a sort of jiggly dance, her breasts swaying with each stride, but she didn't let it slow her down. The need to be free, drove her forward.

Reaching the broken pod, she was dismayed to discover the only way to press the arms bound behind her up against the jagged edge was to squat with her knees lewdly wide and arch her body backwards. Unwilling to pass an opportunity to be free, she assumed the awkward position and clumsily maneuvered her bound arms. She bouncing herself to scrape the plastic against the sharp edge. The black duro-plasitc bit into her skin, but she gritted her teeth and bore it. The wrap began to fray, and she saw a flicker of hope.

Fennec could only imagine what a some passerby would see if they chanced a peak down the alley - a woman, tits out in the center of the city, knees wide, bobbing rhythmically up and down. The idea of what it must look like and the possibility of getting caught like this made her face go red.

A clatter behind her made Fennec jump and teeter in her awkward position. Over her should was the haywire paint-droid, spraying its nonsensical graffiti in sparkling colors, drawing nearer by the second. It would be hard enough getting around this city naked, the last thing she needed was to be covered in bright paint, making her even more conspicuous.

Fennec turned back to her task and redoubled her efforts, sending her tits flopping wildly, nipples hardening with enthusiasm. As she finally felt the wrap around her arms thankfully give way, the droid bumped into her. Fennec jerked her face away form the nozzle, but it still spattered her hair with a streak of neon pink paint.

"Dank Farrik!!" she swore. "Get away from me or… or I'll decommission you!"

The droid responded by spraying an enthusiastic burst of glittering, metallic blue across her modest chest.

Cursing the rust-bucket, Fennec kicked the squat-built droid, hard and hobbled back with a yelp. Smashing bare toes into something with a rugged metal body did nothing to the metal and only painful things to the toes.

The thing beeped indignantly at the **** and changed its heading to roll around her. Spray nozzle swiveling erratically, clearly intent on finishing its handiwork.

"Kriff!"

It was bad enough that she was trapped naked, she wasn't about to become a walking fluorescent mural!

Fennec fled for the last shreds of her unraveling dignity. She sprinted down the alley with one hand pressed over her curly, black bush and the other cradling metallic blue boobs. The mad droid gave chase, leaving a trail of colorful paints in her wake.

Bursting into the market's edge set off a wave of gasps from nearby shoppers. She darted through throngs of people, weaving between stalls and displays. Her bright, paint-splattered body and neon pink hair made her impossible to miss, but she had to keep moving. Fennec's eyes frantically searched for a place, anyplace, to hide her nakedness and escape that crazed droid.