"The Depths of Despair"

As Sixth Brother's preparations began, Ahsoka's eyes widened in horror as he reached for a nearby dresser, pulling out a skimpy bra and panties combo. The outfit was a sickening shade of pink, with lace trim and a design that seemed to scream for attention. Ahsoka's heart sank as he held it up, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Time to get you dressed, Ahsoka," he purred, his voice dripping with malice. Ahsoka's eyes welled up with tears as he forced her into the outfit, the fabric scratching against her battered skin. The bra was especially painful, as he deliberately pinched her nipples and attached small pins to them, making it clear that any movement would cause her more pain. As he finished dressing her, Sixth Brother stepped back to admire his handiwork, his eyes roving over Ahsoka's body with a twisted sense of satisfaction. Ahsoka felt a wave of shame wash over her, her eyes scanning the room for any escape. But there was none. Sixth Brother gestured to the door, and a squadron of stormtroopers entered, their faces hidden behind their helmets. Ahsoka's eyes widened in horror as Sixth Brother ordered her to strip, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "Show them what we've made, Ahsoka," he sneered, his eyes glinting with excitement. "Show them the Togruta slut we've created." Ahsoka's face burned with shame as she was forced to parade in front of the stormtroopers, her body exposed to their gaze. One of them whistled, and another made a lewd comment, their voices sending a wave of humiliation through Ahsoka. As she finished her reluctant striptease, Sixth Brother stepped forward, his eyes flashing with excitement. "And now, it's time for your debut," he announced, his voice booming through the room. Ahsoka's eyes widened as she was dragged towards a pole stage, a crowd of rowdy stormtroopers cheering and jeering in the background. Ahsoka's heart sank as she realized her fate - she was to be a plaything, a pawn in Sixth Brother's twisted games. As she began to dance, a figure emerged from the shadows, a whip crackling in his hand. Ahsoka's eyes locked onto him, her heart racing with fear. "This is Rykhard," Sixth Brother announced, his voice dripping with amusement. "He's in charge of keeping your approval ratings up." Ahsoka's eyes widened as Rykhard cracked his whip, the lash stinging her skin. She bit back a cry of pain, her eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of mercy. But there was none. As she danced, Sixth Brother's voice echoed through the room, his words dripping with malice. "Any drop in ratings, Rykhard, and I'll let you have her," he purred, his eyes glinting with excitement. Ahsoka's heart sank, her mind reeling with despair. She was trapped, a pawn in a twisted game of sadistic pleasure. And she had no idea how to escape.