Take advantage

Stiletto studied the two, not having the option to do much else. The first hunter was quiet, methodically checking left and right as he crept down the tunnel. Assmaster, on the other hand, was walking awkwardly with an erection, still occasionally glaring at his more skilled companion. Every so often he turned the lasso to face him, but went back to aiming it down the tunnel. He was a backstabbing prick; I mean, of course he was. He was going to make sure the other man didn't claim her before he could. This was good. She could use this.

Stiletto stepped forward into the light, hands on her hips and tits out. The first hunter raised his disruptor but was caught, lasso around his hips, writhing up electric shock. For a moment Stiletto felt a pang of regret. He looked like a skilled hunter, and he probably knew how to get the most out of his captured prey...

But there was no time to think about that. Stiletto shook the thought away and bolted down the tunnel while Assmaster was still getting his shit together. If it was just him, she had nothing to worry about. Things were finally looking up.