Yes, but Not Unaffected

Fennec dove through the doorway but before she could seal it, Jaia, the enforcer woman with the red-stripes in her hair came stumbling through behind her. The two stared at each other.

Unlike Fennec, who was naked save the binders that **** her wrists and elbows together in front of her, the other woman was bound only at the wrists and stripped to the waist. Still her well-shaped chest bobbed as she gulped air from their short wrestling match. Sweat glistened on her honey brown globes while she chewed her lip. Dark kissable lips.

What was she thinking? Fennec had to get free of these blasted pheromones.

She turned and bolted down the narrow hallway. A second later Jaia gave chase, the sounds of her shoes following after the padding of Fennec naked feet across the cold floor plating. With her arms bound this way, all she could do was press her hands over her bare crotch, leaving her boobs and ass to bound and jiggle freely as she fled. The master assassin turned and ran down one passage and then another and another. The place was a maze and in no time, she was right and fully lost, but at least she’d lost her pursuer as well.

Fennec stumbled to a stop. The exercise left her modest chest heaving as she took in her surroundings. Machines lined her path. She had no idea of their function, but all around she was hedged in by thrumming pistons or turning gears. Her memory of their path down to the interrogation room was a little scattered but she definitely came through these on the way. Maybe some careful exploring could get her back out.

She tiptoed around a corner to find Jaia's roundhouse kick flying at her. Fennec barely got her arms up in time to block and was shoved back by its energy. The enforcer spun for a follow up attack. Fennec jumped back out the range of the spinning hook kick. The leg traveled past her and slammed into one of the many mechanisms filling the space. The cuff of Jaia’s pants caught.

The woman tried and failed to pull her leg free. The teeth of the turning gears bit into cloth, shredding one tiny strip and pulling in more. Jaia tried to yank free again but lost her balance, coming down on her round butt. The gears turned once more, shredding more cloth. Each turn was not only destroying her pants but twisting them tight against her body, too tight to get free from, and now Jaia was being **** forward a little bit at a time. The next turn began to cut slivers from the heel of her shoe.

Panic sat in as she was being inexorably **** into the churning, crushing machine millimeter by millimeter. Jaia braced her free foot against a support beam screaming for help, but she was not even slowing the inevitable. She scratched at the seams of her clothing, trying to claw herself free, but with her hands bound the enforcer couldn't get the leverage she needed to tear the cloth.

Now, assassins are not the overly sympathetic sort, but that looked to be slow and messy and even she deserved better than to go like that. Plus, it never hurts for an enemy owe you one. Fennec knelt to help. Between the two of them, they scratched and pulled until a seam opened in a wide, thigh baring gap.

Jaia hooked her bound arms around Fennec's neck, using the woman as a grip for leverage. Without a word, they worked together to free the enforcer of her pants, the thrashing of their bodies causing Fennec's free breasts to sway in time with Jaia's darker orbs.

With a final RIP, the enforcer yanked free, landing on top of her victim-turned-savior. The two women lay there, naked but for Jaia's panties covered in fluffy, pink ruffles, watching as her pants and shoes sucked away and ground into confetti by the machine.

Somehow Jaia saying "Thank you" turned into warm chests pressed together and then soft lips.

The flushed enforcer gulped. “This is what the pheromones are like? I… I’m on fire. I want to serve. I want to give you- ” Jaia hooked her thumbs in her shorts and pushed them down her legs. “I want to give everything,” was said with a husky breath.

Fennec flushed red, thinking it was a pity she’d only have time to get directions out of the girl and scoop up those discarded panties when the sharp-eared assassin caught the sounds of approaching men. The thought of strangers catching the two of them lying here like this, made her scramble away in humiliation. Jaia, however, just sat there, staring after Fennec in confusion.

From behind a nearby corner she watched as three shapes came out of the shadows. The first, a horny-headed Zabrak in a grungy flight suit, let out a long whistle as he took in all of Jaia’s exposed flesh.

“Boy they find nice ones. But what’s a **** girl doing out here?” he asked his companions only to get shrugs in response.

“Escaping,” said Jaia. She tried to point the way Fennec had run but the Zabrak took her arm.

“No, you’re not. You’re coming with us.”

“I belong here. I’m-“

The slaver pulled her to her feet. “You’re a ****. You’re going to an auction for everyone to see.”

“But.. but…” she sputtered but gave no resistance. A tremble went through Jaia’s taut body as a thought dawned on her. “Everyone?”

“Those **** sure make you slaves compliant,” the slaver chuckled.

“Yes,” she muttered.