An old "friend"

"Oh geez," Morwen said over the phone. "You're not going to like this." Stiletto stayed silent, not wanting to give herself away. "That second hunter, it's--"

They hopped down the manhole and fell with a massive splash. "I'm back bitch," he screamed, his voice echoing down the pipe. "Assmaster is back, baby! And when he gets you he's gonna plough that one hole you haven't had the treat of getting fucked in thus far."

Stiletto clenched her fists, the memories of sucking off that stranger and later fucking herself with a tube rushing back to her. She dreaded the thought of seeing that footage later tonight: the sight of her acting like a whore in front of the whole world. She shuddered, and listened as Assmasters loud, splashing footsteps filled the tunnels as he caught up with his companion and competitor.

"Oh be quiet," said the first hunter, groaning loudly. "Stand back and watch a master at work, will you? Humility will help you learn quite a bit."

Assmaster glared him, frowned, but continued to follow. He was holding the same lasso from before. Stiletto tried to tread, carefully, along the wall without making noise. Unfortunately the hunters didn't need to worry about stealth, and could travel at a swift pace. The circle of the droids spotlight edged closer and closer to the huntress.