keep scraping away, hoping to be rid of these shackles as soon as possible

You keep on sawing away at your bonds, as the footsteps grow louder.

"What's that noise?" you hear a deep voice call from the hallway.

"I think it's coming from over here," you hear another voice say.

Two dark figures appear at the entrance to your cell. You stop your work, but it appears it's too late. They've spotted you.

They step into your cell, their massive forms looming over you like a pair of towering shadows. You stand your ground, refusing to show any sign of weakness as they approach.

One of the guards eyes you up and down, a hungry gleam in his eye as he takes in your defiant stance. "Well, well, what do we have here?" he grunts, his voice oozing with arrogance.

The other guard chuckles darkly, his eyes roaming over your body with undisguised lust. "Looks like we've got ourselves a little troublemaker," he sneers, his voice dripping with contempt.

You scoff at their words, your defiance unyielding even in the face of their threats. "You think you can intimidate me?" you taunt, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "Think again, you pathetic womp rats."

But the guards only laugh, their laughter echoing through the cell as they close in on you. "We don't need to intimidate you, little girl," one of them sneers, his hand reaching out to grab you roughly by the arm. "We're going to break you."

You struggle against their grip, refusing to let them see how much they've unnerved you. But they're too strong, too powerful for you to fight back against. And as they surround you, their hands rough and unyielding, you know that there's no escaping the fate that awaits you.

With a defiant snarl, you brace yourself as they position themselves around you, their greedy hands roaming over your body with undisguised hunger. But even as they strip you of your clothes and pin you down on the floor, your hands still shackled, you refuse to surrender to their depraved desires.

But as they plunge into you with relentless ****, their cocks stretching you to your limits, you find it harder and harder to maintain your resistance. The overwhelming sensations threaten to overwhelm you, to strip away the last remnants of your defiance and leave you nothing but a submissive fucktoy for their twisted desires.

But even as you struggle to hold onto your spark of defiance, you can't deny the pleasure that courses through you. Despite your best efforts to resist, your body responds to their touch with a hunger that cannot be denied, driving you to new heights of pleasure and depravity.

And as the guards fuck you with ruthless abandon, you find yourself succumbing to the overwhelming ecstasy that threatens to consume you. Your cries of defiance turn into moans of pleasure as you lose yourself in the heat of the moment, resigned to your temporary fate as their willing cocksleeve.

***

Eventually the guards leave you, your body broken and battered, and dripping with their seed. You just hope that they're alien enough that they couldn't possibly be able to breed you.

You get back to work on trying to saw yourself free.