A Hutt crime-lord

Fennec's new master was Darga the Ruthless, a Hutt crime lord she'd crossed years before. She'd cut a swath through his thugs. Hutts barely noticed the loss of servants; what hurt Darga was the humiliation of destroying his reputation by leaving him weak and exposed before the other Hutt clans.

She braced herself for the slow painful **** that was certain to come. But, to her shock, Darga considered breaking her body too simple a punishment. Instead, the Hutt would redeem his loss of face by unweaving her spirit.

Darga maintained a 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 toy in his opulent throne room. Fennec was not just any captive; she had been transformed into a living ornament, a symbol of the Hutt's domination. They would find her splayed on the ground before her master's dais, an exotic pet kept perpetually chained and naked. Her body had been permanently robbed of the hairs that once covered her womanhood. The heavy collar with its equally heavy chain were far thicker than necessary; the weight a constant reminder to her, and everyone who laid eyes on her, that she was property.

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 muscles learned lascivious gyrations. Fennec's face burned as she swayed her hips, bare body twisting and writhing to music.

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 would 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, embarrassing 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 blushing amusement on Darga’s estate.

While turning a once deadly enemy into a helpless, naked doll 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.

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

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.