Fennec Escapes

The Twi'lek calling herself Mistress (because she always hated the name Olka) hopped along as quickly as she could without putting weight on her throbbing ankle. Unfortunately that wasn't very fast and it was complicated by something else. She clutched her tearing catsuit tight to her body. It had already torn the length of the zipper and the rip was moving sideways now. Why did she spend so much on the nanites to enhance her breasts and so little on the zipper that contained them?

At least the little tart that did all this to her had her escape blocked by a gaggle of Rodians.

"Stop that ho! I want her!" Mistress bellowed. "I'll beat her butt red and let you have her free!" But she couldn't be heard over the sound of a row scaly snoots hooting in obnoxious laughter.

As she hopped near enough to pounce on the good-for-nothing freelancer that had knocked her flat twice in as many hours, the girl turned and boobled her way across the street. Mistress dove for her and nearly had the tramp by her bobbing braid when she was suddenly yanked back by the back of her catsuit.

She was being held so tight she had to pull her arms free of the garment to turn and face the Rodian holding her there.

"Madda credu et tu du boinki-boinki" he offered with a gleam in his glistening black eyes.

"Ugh! We're not doing a sex show now." she snapped. Mistress tried to pull her top free of their grip but they hung tight and continued shouting offers.

"I said, No!" The Twi'lek gave one mighty pull and ... RIIIP ... her suit tore free at the base of its zipper, right across the top of both legs. What had once been a skin-tight catsuit had transitioned into a pair of latex thigh-high boots. A cool wind blew across her newly exposed abs and crotch, tinting the normally blue Twi'lek purple from her blush. She so wanted to tear this giggling gaggle of aliens a new output hole, but there wasn't time. Her prey had disappeared into the alley across the way.

With a cry of, "Get Karked!" she limped after the girl as quick as she could, with one hand clamped over her hairless loins and the other doing its best to keep her bouncing boobs in place - a task that was not going well. Around the corner was an empty alley with neatly arranged dumpsters against one wall. She hurried down it, eager to catch up with her fleeing pet.

Fennec wasn't sure how long she'd been hiding in that dumpster but at least the alley was clear when she finally felt brave enough to poke her head out. She didn't relish the idea of crawling back out into the cold night wearing nothing but a dumb look on her gagged face, but the smell of the dumpster and the fear that the crazy Twi' could come back at any moment drove her on. Finally on her feet again, she took stock of her situation. She was lost in the largest red-light district in the Core worlds wearing nothing but a pair of heels and the bits of sticky trash clinging stubbornly to her bare breasts with a ball in her mouth and hands cuffed behind her. Wobbly on her platform shoes, she crept cautiously down the alley with thighs pushed together to provide what little she could to cover her bare crotch. Lost, exposed, and helpless - Fennec Shand was more frightened fawn than master assassin.

She checked three times to make sure the coast was clear before shuffling onto the darkened street, only to be surprised by an automated street sweeper that hit a large puddle coming around the corner, drenching the bare woman.

Drops of icey rainwater dripped from the tip of her nose and the tips of her suddenly stiff nipples. She looked down at her shivering flesh and thought ruefully, At least I'm clean.