A sexy agent of the law is here to bust up this sale! But things don't go well for her...

The bountiful curves of the dynamically-entering woman are a light, honeyed tan... skin amply visible over most of her body. Above a pair of knee-high black combat boots, she wore a tight pair of 'shorts' so short that they were, effectively, a bikini bottom with a belt added to the top. Her midriff above it was half bare, her navel peeking out from under the v-shaped split in her blue and silver zip-up uniform top. It looked very vaguely police or military, though with the sex appeal dialed up beyond all reason and hugging her mouth-watering figure so tightly that it had to be made from the same smart fabric as your own bodysuit. Above a couple of straps and belts around her waist, two hemispheres the size and shape of honeydew melons seemed poised to burst through the strained blue surface of the uniform stretched over them at any moment. Although there was a pocket on each breast of the uniform, barely concealing the nubs of her nipples, it was nevertheless clear she wasn't wearing any kind of bra under there... as she came to a landing, the downward momentum resulted in you and the two gawping slavers being treated to a generous bounce.

A pair of detached, armored sleeves and gloves protected her arms, but left her shoulders bare, and on her head she bore a round blue helmet. A couple stray bangs of wavy blonde hair peeked out from under the edges of the helmet along with a short ponytail out the back, and from beneath the helmet's visor, she regarded you sympathetically with her amber-colored eyes before turning a glare on the two bad guys. "Down on your knees, both of you! Hands on the ground!" she said in a squeaky voice that was trying halfheartedly to be authoritative, yet came out sounding more playful than anything. "You're both under arrest under the authority of S.T.I.R.! "

The slavers were still too stunned to move... so the vivacious blonde reached down to her waist and made as if to draw a weapon. However, her hand closed on an empty spot on her belt - and her gorgeous amber eyes widened, then blinked in surprise. Glancing down, her facial expression went from one of stern confidence to one of pronounced chagrin. "Um, one moment, lawbreakers - I just need to find my electrolaser... Ah, uh, definitely keep your hands on the floor, though!"

It took a few seconds for you to stop shaking your head in disbelief and wondering indulgently what her enviable curves would feel like to the touch to realize that she was, indeed, standing there unarmed. Numbly, the pimp in the yellow tuxedo inched down onto his knees and knelt, but his eyes remained glued to her chest. "DaaaaaaAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaAaaaamn!" he moans, drawing out the word to a degree that would make an opera singer jealous.

Eventually, he seemed to process what she'd been saying. "...wait, huh? STIR? I thought they didn't have any jurisdiction out here. What, you serious?" he muttered confusedly as the jetpacking agent(?) continued fumbling around her equipment belt. You felt like you should say something or do something to help, or at least show your gratitude. But, well, your hands and feet were still tightly bound, and it was no easy task to peel your eyes away from her.

The sleazy cyber-eyed snake who had captured you hurtles forward with little warning, covering a third of the distance between him and the newcomer with his first leaping stride. In the blink of an eye, he's about on her, going for a high tackle. However, it seems that this girl has some knowledge of how to defend herself, and even as the slaver is charging she brings up a fist straight in his path. With his arms splayed wide and going for a grab, Eddie smashes right into the interstellar policewoman's armored knuckles.

Your heart leaps with excitement and you take a step towards the still-distracted pimp, sidling around behind him. Unfortunately, you can see that although Eddie's head was snapped back by the impact, he took the hit on the forehead, so it was just a momentary distraction.

"Hii-yah!" the beautiful blonde cried exultantly, leaping dramatically (and, a bit impractically, really) straight up to deliver a snap-kick right to Eddie's chest. He staggers backward a step, and while he's on the back foot, the woman tries to press her advantage by punching again and again, fists thudding against his unguarded body. But it seems that in the excitement, she wasn't thinking very clearly - and even with proper technique, a 130 pound woman delivering quick punches to the center mass of a man 50 pounds heavier than her and wearing body armor just wasn't going to accomplish much. You saw another evil, toothy smile break out on Eddie's face before you focused entirely on the buyer. Ducking low, you slid your hands up under your bottom and contorted your back a little, slipping your cuffed hands under you and getting them out in front of you where you could use them.

Eddie chose to respond by rushing forward at jetpack-girl, body checking her (making sure to get 'leverage' by putting his hand right on her chest with a squish as he did so) and making her stagger back. Unfortunately, having an ignited jetpack on one's back made it a lot harder to keep your balance, and was the last thing you wanted encumbering you in close combat. "W-waah!" The woman gasped in surprise, stumbling back and reflexively waving her arms at her sides to try and keep her balance.

That was all the opening Eddie needed. Whipping something out from his belt, he stuck his hand in the woman's face and sprayed her with something. Instinctively, the woman squeezed her eyes shut and sputtered, expecting it to have been pepper spray or some other irritant. Instead, she felt perfectly fine, and knocked the man's hand aside, sending the spray canister scattering across the floor.

Finally getting his bearings, the buyer muttered "Shit, shit, shit..." a few times to himself before reaching into his jacket as if to pull out a weapon of his own. But with your practiced Elvin grace you've come up behind him quietly - and before he can do anything, you loop your bound-up hands down over his throat. There is *just* enough slack in the cuffs for you to stretch it over his chubby neck. He tries to rear up and throw you off him, and immediately regrets it, making a strangled wheeze as the chain closes off his windpipe.

Eddie doesn't bother sparing his customer a single glance. He and the buxom beauty keep sparring a minute longer - she's too nimble and too good for him to bear her to the ground but she just doesn't have the hitting power to drop him so long as his guard is up, delivering another couple of bruising kicks but no more. At that point you notice that she's breathing even more heavily than you'd expect, even as exhausting as a fight is, and sways a little unsteadily on her feet.

"Ooooh... uhh, oh..." she says, a little unsteadily as if she'd had too many drinks. "I'm starting to feel... a little funny... Hey, you didn't just spray me with, um, heheee, some drug did you? Do you have any idea of the penalties for... for..." she lets out a deep sigh. "Ohhhhh..."

Even as the struggling gangster you'd gotten in a hold brings you toppling to the ground, you are wincing, and not from the impact of your boobs pressing up against the guy's back. "Oh no." You'd seen those kind of effects before and could imagine what kind of concoctions a scumbag like Eddie had in his arsenal.

The policewoman throws a weak, token jab as Eddie advances, chuckling evilly. He doesn't even react, but just grabs her by both bare shoulders, squeezing her in his grip and pulling her close to his body. "Interstellar, huh? You aren't really supposed to be here, baby, and my info broker would've let me know if there was a warrant out on us. I'm guessing you planned to tie up me and the boys and leave us for the local flatfoots, am I right? Guess we're gonna have to take off early after all."

"Leggo of me..." she mutters. She taps the side of her helmet, probably activating a radio. "T-this is Lt. Beaumont, calling for..." Eddie yanked it off and tossed it to the floor before beginning to push her towards the nearest wall.

He continued. "Damn, you would sell for a *fortune* to the right buyers, cutie. I'd have to go way outta my way to find a market where I could sell such a hot piece of merchandise... both kinda of 'hot', heheh. Maybe I shouldn't get greedy and just enjoy the moment instead. After all, sometimes the best things in life are free." Sliding his hands off of her bare shoulders he placed both of his palms greedily upon those bouncy blue-fabric-covered mountains on her chest, bringing a surprised squeal from her. "Weren't ready for how sensitive they're feeling now? You aint' had nothing yet, believe me..."

Gritting your teeth, in your indignation you reflexively choke the pimp even harder. He's just managed to get a gun out, but he tosses it a few feet away from him and desperately begins slapping the floor with his open palm in a gesture of surrender, wanting you to stop before he passes out or worse.

Damn it, what are you going to do now? You may have subdued one of the bad guys but your feet are still cuffed... and besides, don't you have an obligation to protect "Lt. Beaumont" there from whatever Eddie has in mind (a very narrow, and very sleazy, set of possibilities)?