Clothes

Fennec sat up promptly and covered her body, pulling her knees toward her torso and wrapping her arms around them.

"I hope you had plenty of time to think"

Shand blushed furiously but said nothing, terrified that her tormentor would learn what she had actually been thinking about.

"I've decided to give you something to wear after all" Drash continued. Revealing what was in her hand, she held it in front of her waist presenting her captive with a small metal **** outfit.

"Where are my clothes?" Fennec demanded, trying to sound authoritative but only coming across as scared and helpless.

With a laugh Drash answered her question. "The service droid took them for cleaning. Unfortunately we can't find them now. This was all there was, at least it'll be less stuffy than your usual garb."

Shocked at the news, Shand's mind struggled to process the words. We? Oh god, did Fett know.

"I can't wear this" She yelped.

Drash's tone was impartial "I thought you'd want something after spending the night in just your skin but if you don't want it that's your choice." Drash stated unsympathetically before turning and walking away slowly.

"Ok" Fennec stated after a few short seconds went by.

Drash could her the defeat in the other woman's voice and an evil smile formed on her face before she turned around again. Shand never said much but right now her eyes were pleading with desperation. As Drash approached her prisoner held out her arms like some street rat in mos espa, except begging for a **** outfit instead of water. How the tables had turned she thought, savouring every minute of it.

"Not so fast, you'll have to do something to earn it first."

"What?" Fennec squeaked impatiently.

Drash just continued to grin at her without saying anything.

"I'll do anything you want just give it to me"

"Anything?" the mod replied.

"Yes, just let me wear something. please"

"Manners? I like it." Drash's evil smile returned as Shand's nervous expression was briefly replaced with a frown.

"Very well, get on your knees."

Fennec knew she was at the other girls mercy and had no other way out. With some **** she gave in. Moving forward from her sitting position, her thighs covered the area between her legs and she crossed her arms over her pert breasts, a hand cupping each one as she knelt in front of the girl standing over her.

"Now, kiss my boot."

Drash didn't need to ask twice.

Perhaps because she realised there was no point in resisting any further, or if she was just in a hurry to have something to wear Shand seemed a little too eager. At least she hoped that was the reason for her eagerness and not something else. Believing the tingles in the pit of her stomach could only have been from nerves, her chest, neck and face flushed with heat as her mind and body still struggled to understand what was happening. Leaning forward, she planted her lips on her captors boot. With her ass sticking up in the air Fennec was also **** to expose her breasts as she needed both her hands for balance.

Drash admired her enthusiasm, among other things. The mod grabbed her ponytail to keep her in position. Her intention was to show who was boss, however she became slightly distracted. Seeing the naked Fennec bent over submissively in front of her and Feeling the soft hair of her ponytail in her grasp Drash was tempted to let Shand's kisses move further up her leg.

Snapping out of her momentary distraction the mod released her grip on the other woman and let her sit up, finally allowing her to get dressed.

"That'll do for now" Drash said in a gentler voice than before as she handed the outfit over.

Still seated and not bothering to cover up anymore after being naked the whole night, Fennec accepted the clothing, however small.

"Th... thank you." she struggled to get the words out but was grateful to be given something.

"You're welcome" Drash replied with a real smile and not an evil one, happy that Shand had became more humble and started learning how things would be from now on.

Fastening the top over her breasts Fennec jumped cutely as the cold metal touched her already stiff nipples. The cloth strip in the front and back of the bottoms covered a little more thankfully but felt no different as the cool draught blew right under them, tickling her bare crotch. After getting her new outfit on she stood up looking down at the floor self conciously, she could feel Drash's eyes all over her. Embarrassed at how she looked Fennec hugged her belly, attempting to hide the artificial skin that had been installed after she was shot.

Sensing she was genuinely upset Drash stepped forward and held Fennec's hands in hers, try to make her feel better.

"it's ok, there's no one else down here."

As Drash slowly and gently pulled Fennec's hands away from her body Shand let them go, giving in and trusting the the mod enough to be **** in front of her. Drash looked her up and down.

"Not bad." Drash said with a wink when her eyes came back up, eliciting a shy smile from Fennec.

Taking the smile as as cue to keep going Drash lifted Shand's left arm above her head and twirled her around once in a dance like motion, sneaking a glance at her exposed backside as the cloth strip covering it blew to one side with the movement. When she stopped spinning, wondering what the heck she was doing and how she went from being self conscious to somewhat carefree so fast. Fennec laughed once again but more freely this time placing a hand over her eyes in shyness but still giggling.

Amaused at her captive's change in mood Drash allowed herself to chuckle as well. Eyeing Fennec up and down again she leaned forward to speak.

"Good, now come with me."