Restraints for a Jedi…

Ahsoka squeaked involuntarily as she was lifted up and taken elsewhere, little consideration given to her comfort, buttocks being squeezed, pubic hair being ruffled and tits being fondled.

Out of the corner of the her eye Ashoka could see Bo-Katan following the group, shaking her head.

“I guess this will make the final condition easier… you always did like to do things the hard way.”

When Ahsoka had seen the Mandalorian Vault during the planet’s siege at the end of the Clone Wars she had felt a slight pity for Maul as he was locked inside it.

The device was a floating upright coffin, shaped inside its metal casing to hold a humanoid adult in a standing position with no room to squirm for its occupant. It was like a box for a doll. Restraints locked in the arms, legs, waist and neck and a solid metal gag prevented the forcibly-held from speaking a word.

It was an unforgiving and total imprisonment the Mandalorians had created for defeated Jedi during their past wars with the order. Though Ahsoka held no good feelings to Maul as he was locked in, the complete submission it **** evoked a certain sorrow in her, and a certain fearful reflection that in another life Ahsoka would have been condemned to it by the same Mandalorians she fought alongside.

Now sometime after the memories of the Siege of Mandalore and Maul, Ahsoka was being **** to confront this fear as her Mandalorian captors pushed her stunned body into the person sized prison. She felt the cool metal against her skin as the locks activated, her limbs and body suddenly held in place and almost all movement impossible. As the metal gag formed round her face she impulsively tried to yell out and heard just a pitiful muffle spill out to some laughter.

“We don’t need to hear you, you’re just fine as you are.”

As a few moments passed Ahsoka realised with horror this Vault was different. The one which held Maul had a black patterned casing meaning only his eyes could be seen once fully locked in. The casing of this one was like glass and she remembered she had been completely stripped. Her breasts with their now fully hardened nipples and her vagina were framed and illuminated perfectly by the device and there was absolutely no way for her to cover up. The murmurs of approval behind her quickly confirmed the back was just as transparent, so that the well toned backside of the rebel was being appreciated by her captors.

“If Jedi had their tops off more often maybe the republic wouldn’t have turned on them.”

Ahsoka could feel the energy coming back to her body but as her struggle increased another shock from her slaver collar put an end to that and she willingly stopped trying to fight, remaining calm and still, allowing herself to be just a body on display, a set of tits, ass cheeks and vagina to be enjoyed by the crowd that had taken possession of her.

“Don’t struggle, it won’t accomplish anything.” Bo-Katan said, advancing through the crowd, eventually standing just in front of Ahsoka. “You’re restrained and embarrassed but that’s it, we’ll fix your ship and in a few days when it’s ready we’ll release you.”

Ahsoka’s eyes widened at the mention of days and Bo-Katan noticed the shock.

“Yes, days, you like to get into quite some fights don’t you? They don’t always work out. But it’s okay, the muzzle can feed you and there are restraints around your waist and thighs that have a bathroom mode, they’ll deal with any of your waste and clean you up afterwards.”

Ahsoka tried not to think about having to relieve herself in the Vault in front of so many onlookers. Her eyes burned with tears thinking about it.

“If anything you’re going to be treated in there better than you will be in most parts of the Galaxy. And all you have to do in return is be nice to look at. And you are very nice to look at. We’ve been meaning to decorate in here and I think you’ll make a lovely art piece in the throne room.”

Bo-Katan pushed a button and a window in the Vault opened in front of Ahsoka’s face. She slowly leaned in and quietly kissed the tear that had began to trickle down Ahsoka’s face, sucking it away in a warm tingly movement.

“And I think I’ll find time to put you on display in my quarters as well, so no tears, this is a piece of art you want to fall asleep looking at.”