A Hutt crime-lord

When she discovered she'd been purchased by Darga the Ruthless, a Hutt crime lord she'd crossed years before, Fennec assumed she was in for a slow painful ****, but her new master considered breaking her body too easy a task. Instead, Darga had more fun ideas to repay her for the loss of face she had caused him. Breaking her body was easy. Breaking her spirit was the real fun.

Darga sent his prized acquisition offworld to his lavish estate on Du Hutta, where powerful representatives from across the galaxy flocked to beseech his favor. When they arrived, they would be greeted by the new centerpiece of his opulent throne room - a woman splayed out decoratively like an exotic pet at the foot of her master's dais. Fennec was not just any captive; she had been transformed into a living ornament, a symbol of the Hutt's domination. A heavy duralloy chain and collar adorned her, thicker than necessary; the added weight a constant reminder to her, and everyone who laid eyes on her, that she was property, his property. And that property was dressed tiny wisps of silk so sheer one could see the disks of her areolae through the tiny triangles of her top or tell her skin was kept bare below the loincloth.

Darga enjoyed showcasing her helplessness, her exposure. If anyone in the audience recognized the once-legendary Fennec Shand, he would have her recite her scripted confession - the only words she was allowed to speak: "This **** girl was once a bounty hunter, known throughout the Rim. But she failed to please almighty Darga. In his benevolence, he has given her a place as his pet, that she may redeem herself by being a pleasing **** to him and all his court. Command me. I shall obey."

And obey she did, every day, in ways that tested her resilience. Darga had Fennec trained on the most provocative and sensual Twi'lek dances. She learned, to her chagrin, how easily her once deadly body learned the lascivious gyrations. Fennec's face burned as she swayed her hips and nearly-bare body, twisting and writhing to music. Worse still, the delicate silk cords that held her scant outfit together were specially designed to snap under movement. Every time she danced, there was an unspoken understanding: she would eventually strip herself, helplessly, her clothes falling away one by one in a wanton tease, her bare breasts or shaved crotch inevitably on display to incite lust in the expectant eyes of Darga’s visitors and court alike.

He delighted in watching her humiliate herself, knowing that every gaze she felt was filled with desire for what he alone possessed.

Darga’s favorite game, however, was to use the slaving chip to put Fennec in embarrassing poses throughout the palace.

Sometimes he would leave her on her hands and knees, a tray of drinks or snacks balanced on her back for the enjoyment of his court lounging nearby. Each time the tray wobbled, threatening to spill, she felt the cold prickle of humiliation crawl down her spine, knowing any slip could lead to punishment. Other times she’d be trapped mid-bow, her bare ass thrust high in the air as she kowtowed before Darga’s dais. But most often, her body was left in awkward, degrading positions - bent over, presenting her ass, or with her breasts thrust forward, and he would post her around the palace grounds like a twisted statue, leaving her as a public spectacle in the garden or the palace entrance, so every guest passing by could laugh, mock, or grope her helpless state. What had once been Fennec Shand, feared across the galaxy, was now nothing more than a powerless ornament of Darga’s estate.

While turning a once deadly enemy into a helpless, naked ornament was a great way for Darga to inspire envy in all those who couldn't afford 'toys' so nice as her, the most important part of thees activities to him was her reaction. To someone like Fennec Shand, whose identity was founded on her fearsome reputation, the damage being reduced to a dumb, palace plaything did to her psyche was worse than any physical **** the Hutt could devise.

However, one should never count Fennec Shand out. It took many months, but eventually the resourceful master assassin found a way to escape her seemingly inescapable enslavement.

But that daring escape is a tale for another time.