Well… from a certain point of view

“Glad that’s all sorted.” Glaxla said casually, as if Reva wasn’t falling apart in front of them. “Now follow me, the Bacta tank is the other side of the base, shouldn’t be more than a few minutes walk.”

Daxel placed a firm hand on her shoulder and began to lead her out the door.

“Come on, we can introduce you to all your knew comrades along the way.” Daxel whispered.

Reva tried to resist the pull but when Daxel placed a second hand between her legs Reva leapt forward from the sensation and was soon being led through the base.

The walk would have only taken a few minutes. But every soldier they passed was happy to drop everything they were doing to meet Reva.

She had shrieked when the first soldier stepped behind her and slapped her left buttock, shaking it for the room to see.

“Oh don’t worry, about him.” Glaxla chuckled. “That’s how all the soldiers greet each other.”

And soon a line was forming to greet her. Each smack on the same buttock, a firm strike with the hand sometimes lingering to secure a feel of the reddening cheek.

To make matter the cold was taking affect, and Reva looked down to see the shivers in her body jiggling her breasts, a humiliating show for the crowded room to admire.

“Well aren’t you the popular one.” Glaxla laughed, finally leading her towards the Bacta room. “If you’re so adored like this, makes me wonder if we should ever give you clothes at all.”

“W-W-What?” Reva exclaimed.

“Well I know we said we’re not cruel. But think about it. You came here to help. And I think we just found out you walking around like this is the biggest motivator the Rebel armies could ever ask for. We’d be cruel not to let them have you like this.”

Inside the Bacta room Reva was bound in a harnesses and lifted up and into the Bacta tank. As the machine went to work she began to fade in and out of consciousness. She was glad of the relief from the humiliation, but not before she saw more rebels coming in. She realised too late that the harnesses had left her arms and legs secured at her side. A good view of her breasts and womanhood was available for those watching at the front of the tank, and her arse on display for those making their way round the back.

“Come on lads, while are newest recruit gets some rest I think the best way we can make her part of the team is to destroy her old clothes.” Daxel yelled to the rebels.

As the rebels cheered this idea, Reva finally fell asleep, dreading the days ahead.