The Droid Helps Her, Eventually

The old C-1 astromech behind Fennec was so outdated she could hear the optics readjust their focus and the clicks as its sensors took yet more images of her naked backside.

“Stop that,” she snapped. “Get me out of this right now, droid.”

Mwok mwok, it mocked.

“I’m the superior life form and you’re being commande-EEEED!”

That last word became a shriek as the droid’s electro-shock prod discharged into her bare buttocks. The power was low enough the zap didn't harm her or knock her ****. Instead it stung like the quickest, most focused swat to the ass in the galaxy. Her body jerked as the jolt sent tingles down her legs.

Fennec’s head whipped around to scream and cuss but she held her tongue when she realized the constant motion from the other side of the wall of market stalls had stopped. She couldn’t afford to have someone catch her like this. After a couple seconds the motion started up again.

“What the Hell?” she hissed as quietly as she could. “Get me out of this right now you bucket of rusted- “

The zap to the other butt cheek was followed by a muffled “Eep!” as Fennec bit her lip.

“How dare you. I’m going to- “

Zap!

“I’ll take you apart. You, defective pile of- “

Zap!

And so, it continued, Fennec promising various acts of **** and the droid cycling shocks between ass cheeks after each threat. She had to bite her lip to avoid detection, helpless to do anything but vent and scrunch her bare toes in anger.

With tears welling in her eyes and a throbbing backside, it was only a matter of time before she cried out and brought down the attention of the entire marketplace. And she could only think of one way out of this predicament.

“Wait. Wait. Please stop.”

The droid paused.

Fennec swallowed her pride hard. “I’m very, very sorry. It was wrong to threaten you. I had no right to command you like that. I apologize. I’m… I’m not the superior life form,” she groveled before the astromech. For the final touch, she batted her teary eyes and added, “Help me, mister droid. You’re my only hope of getting out of here.”

The shock prod retracted and two small arms extended from the sides of its wide orange head. The droid continued to lecture her on the error of her ways to the tune of “Wonk wonk wonk” as the two grippers pulled at the package.

With a rip, the clear plastic tore open and spilled naked Fennec across the wet concrete. She landed on her aching backside. She could feel her shrink-wrapped arms pressing between her shoulder blades, forcing Fennec to arch her back and thrust her chest lewdly at the night sky, but at least she was free. She could get out of here now, just as soon as she could get her tingling legs to obey her.

Fennec didn’t look forward to groveling before the droid again to get her arms free, but once that was done it would be easy to knock someone out, steal their clothes, and…

Click, click, click went the droid’s optics as it got shots of the mercenary from a new angle.

“Seriously?” she hissed.

“There you are,” called a woman’s voice from between the market stalls. Fennec gulped as footsteps drew near.