Ahsoka the exhibit…

It wasn’t long before Ahsoka accepted her predicament. The slaver collar would sense any use of the **** or too much struggle, and any subtle attempts to manipulate the locks were futile. Her body was held too tightly to do anything meaningful to escape.

Maybe she would have fought harder if this was true peril, but the Mandalorians didn’t want her dead, they just hated her and wanted her humiliated. And the torment of the Vault was mostly just the humiliation of her nudity. The metal securing her body in place was even lined with a soft fabric making the experience comfortable enough. It could certainly be worse.

The position she was held in evoked mixed feelings. She was secured in a standing position with her arms by her sides. It wasn’t painful like previous captors who had manacled her arms behind her back or above her head, but being kept like this, standing, as she became used to the feel of the restraints then the natural position felt like she was choosing this. Choosing to stand in the middle of a hall without a shred of cover, her legs apart just enough that anyone could study her Togruta vagina as if she was presenting it. Her hands at her side so everyone could ogle her breasts. It was like all she wanted to do in the midst of this war was show off her perky buttocks to a crowd of men, women and the rest. A perpetual debasement she didn’t want.

But this long into the Rebellion against the Empire and Ahsoka was tired. She’d gotten used to powering on with little respite, but now that she was completely stopped in this hidden base on Mandalore the tiredness had caught up with her and she allowed her body to relax, to become calm, just watching her breasts rise and fall with each breath.

Time passed in the empty hall and Ahsoka drifting in and out of sleep. She could mostly detach herself from the world outside her glass-casing and rest, but was **** back into reality every so often when a Mandalorian warrior walked through the room, taking their time to stop and admire her. Occasionally they made comments.

“Passing the time by counting the goosebumps on your tits?”

Bo-Katan had been true in saying the Vault would cater to her needs. Ahsoka had lost track of time when she sensed movement in the muzzle covering her mouth, then suddenly felt a tube being **** between her lips. The tube began to widen and reduce as paste was squirted into her mouth and she made herself swallow. The food was vaguely meaty and sweet smelling, but tasted fine and she was able to eat it well enough, but the gulping noise attracted spectators.

“Feeding time at the zoo, we can come in there and help if you want?”

After a minute or so the pipe finally withdrew and the crowd dispersed, leaving her alone to stare into space and feel the drool around her mouth dry up.

Thankfully when the toilet function came into use Ahsoka was alone. The Vault seemingly detected it was time and the metal restraints around her thighs and waste began to grow and encase her private regions. Ahsoka blushed as she caught a glimpse of herself in the glass casing’s reflection, dressed in a black metal diaper.

Diaper was appropriate, she was like a baby, completely at the mercy of the Mandalorians.

After relieving herself she let out an involuntary screech as cold water was shot from within her mechanical underwear casing to clean her. The sensations pushed against her mound and clit, becoming more intense as the machine cleaned her up without any consideration for her comfort. She felt the scrubbing and soaping against her tender flesh and closed her eyes to think of something else only for the experience to intensify. Her breathing became ragged as the water pulses continued and she felt her ass cheeks spread from the power of the cleaning. Ahsoka didn’t know how long it lasted but when it was finally over and her freshly cleaned nether regions were put on display again and she found herself involuntarily thrusting her hips back and forth from the frustrating experience, much to the next passer-by’s amusement.

“That arse of yours being a darker shade of orange got me studying. The theory is that a Togruta female would use it to gain a mate. Imagine that, wandering through town, thrusting it about, just waiting for a strapping breeder to come along and carry you back to their home. Is that what you’re doing now, you looking for a mate?”

Ahsoka **** herself to be still and closed her eyes, waiting for this latest humiliation to pass.

Ahsoka had drifted into sleep again when a tap on the glass woke her up and she saw Bo-Katan standing in front of her casing. A sense of shame briefly surfaced as she realised how pathetic she must look to the red-headed leader, her naked body completely accepting of her fate and her crotch visibly shimmering from her high tech changing and cleaning earlier. But maybe this was good news.

“They’re making progress on your ship, maybe two more days till it’s fixed if things go well.”

Ahsoka tried to nod as if she was a normal part of this conversation and not a nude prisoner on diplay for her captor’s pleasure.

“Unfortunately the longer it takes the less happy my people are with your presence. The Empire is looking for you, it’s dangerous hiding you here.”

“I don’t feel hidden.” Ahsoka thought.

“So we’re going to alter the deal.”

Ahsoka tried to sigh through her muzzle, but she doubted they could hear her.

“The Jedi are hated on Mandalore for defeating us, the fact they were never punished for the dishonour they dealt to us. We never got ****. While you’re here as a representative of the Jedi, that can change. I’ve agreed that tomorrow you will provide reparations to the Mandalorian people. Or at least your ass will.”

Ahsoka’s eyes widened and she began to struggle against her restraints. After a few second of futile thrashing which only left her embarrassed and jiggling, she resumed listening.

“Get some sleep and when the morning comes and my forces are assembled, you can apologise to the Mandalorian people by offering yourself up for punishment, and your ass up for a spanking. Don’t be afraid. I’m the one administering the punishment, so you’ll be spanked by a friend. You probably don’t see your cheeks a lot, but they’ve been pretty nice to look at. I’m gonna enjoy making them jiggle, maybe if I do it well enough, even you’ll enjoy it.”