“Yes sir.”

That was her only reply. She realized that she was their bitch. She was a Mandalorian warrior she could have killed them easily.

Bo realized that she had wanted this. Why else would she allow this to happen? The man dropped a slim silvery collar at her feet.

“Put this on.” He ordered. Bo meekly obeyed. Her hands grasped the symbol of enslavement and opened it.

Closing her eyes Bo slid it around her neck. It automatically locked in place. A leash was quickly attached to the collar.

The gang members gathered Bo’s armor. Or rather their armor now. Slaves didn’t own such things. Much less sex slaves like herself.

Bo allowed them to lead her to their speeders. Whatever the destination, Bo knew she was fucked.