The Rebellion's New Prison System

One of the biggest problems that the Rebel Alliance had faced in their war against the Empire was holding onto captured Imperials. Squeezing information out of captured foes was instrumental in evading the Empire's fleet, which was vital for the far outgunned Alliance. But while stunning enemies wasn't all that difficult actually imprisoning them was, the Rebels were constantly changing bases which made setting up proper prison facilities difficult. Not to mention that the manpower needed to both guard and interrogate the prisoners was difficult to spare with all the other aspects of the war demanding attention as well, while recruitment numbers were steadily rising they were still a fairly small organisation. There was also the question of what to do with the prisoners once they had talked, executing them was too cruel but the Empire showed no interest in trading for their release and releasing them freely left a sour taste in every Rebel's mouth. Thankfully this dilemma ended up being solved by the Empire itself in a bizarre twist of irony, when a Rebel assault team looted one of their experimental labs. One of the devices that was stolen was an experimental shrinking device, which Rebel command quickly took advantage of to solve their prisoner problem. The Empire had been unhappy with the device since it could only be used at point blank range and took several minutes, making it nearly useless as a weapon. But on stunned Imperials there was no chance of escaping, and at their new minute size they were far easier to handle. It had a few other kinks, like burning off any hair or tattoos from the subjects, but nothing that discouraged the Rebel command to put it to use. At first the Alliance simply used this technology to increase the capacity and mobility of their prison cells, a room of crates was far easier to guard and dismantle. But over time they realised that the small size of the prisoners made it far easier to make them talk, the usual tools of the trade were unneeded when every Rebel was practically a god to them. This eventually led to the dissolution of prisons altogether in favor of spreading them to each member of the Alliance, which also made prison breaks or escapes far less problematic. The initial handout of shrunken prisoners had each Rebel receiving an equal number of them, but as the speed at which they could interrogate and how successful they could imprison them became apparent certain members received larger amounts. One of the most successful wardens was Captain Hera Syndulla, and she quickly accrued an army of tiny Imperials.

She had actually handled her first few waves fairly normally, she kept them all locked tight in a box in her cockpit and when she was free she would use her massive hands to bat them around like toys to try and break their will to hold out. But after a particularly exhausting supply raid she had kicked off her boots as soon as she was back to her ship, leaning back in her chair and resting her weary feet on the dash. But shortly after getting comfortable she noticed a twitch of movement near the crate, leaning forward to pick it up she was surprised to see several tiny prisoners cowering behind it. A quick examination of the box showed a small hole melted out of one of the compartments, one of the newest prisoners must have managed to smuggle in some form of boring laser which she could make out in of their hands, though how he had managed that when all prisoners were stripped and searched before shrinking was beyond her. This wasn't the first escape attempt that her prisoner's had attempted although it was the furthest they had gotten, and Hera was more than a little pissed at having to deal with this after such a long day. Her anger only grew as the sqeaking slurs and pompous insults flew out from the group, now that they had gotten over the shock of being discovered. The usual hesitation that Hera had to treat the Imperials like less than people despite their actions and pathetic size melted away, and banged her foot hard on the dash making most of the group stumble and fall to the ground. Placing the box to the side she stretched her arm out once more, sweeping the struggling prisoners directly in front of her. Insults and cries of superiority still rang out from the foolish bugs, but were suddenly silenced as the fleshy walls of the Twil'ek's feet slammed into them from either side, sandwiching them between the two sweaty masses. Hera spent several minutes grinding and twisting tiny things between her feet like a stress ball, ignoring the cries and gags as their Imperial arrogance crumbled in the face of the gushing sweat and pungent odor that rolled off of her soles. Finally finished with taking her frustration out on the shrunken fools Hera's feet still felt rather sore, and she started to wonder...
"Since pride seems to be so important for you teensy little things, I wonder how much quicker I could get you to talk if I tore that pride down? You really seemed to hate being used as toys for my feet so I'm going to give you a chance to get back into my good graces, you can me a lovely, relaxing foot massage. You can even lap away at the sweat and grime with those tiny tongues of yours like a dog, that was one of things you called me wasn't it? I can see don't look very excited for this opportunity, so I'll let you know what happens if you chose to pass up on it. The whole reason my feet are in such a sorry state is because of these stuffy, worn out combat boots that I've worn for god knows how many years. Being a part of the Alliance means being on my feet quite a lot, I've gone days on end without the chance to take these puppies off. Now thankfully the planet I was just on was fairly warm so I was able to wear them barefoot, you don't even want to know how bad they can get when I have to wear socks. Some of you seem a bit confused where I'm going with this so I'll cut to the chase, your punishment for trying to escape and refusing my offer to makeup will be being dropped into those awful, damp boots. Not just while they're lying there either, I promise to wear them with you in them for my next five assignments. The length's of my assignments vary a lot so that could be anything from about a week to several months. So what will it be friends?"

Shaking with indignity but to frightened to call her bluff, almost all of the Imperials reluctantly approached her now resting feet and began to rub them. The two bugs who stood their ground began berating their fellows, decrying that some foolish rebel girl would never sink to such cruelty. Without a word the two doubting men were plucked between Hera's green fingers and uncerimoniously flung into the cavernous maw of her footwear, their shrill screams driving some of their comrades to begin licking the rancid sole of their tormentor for the first time. That massage and the squirming insoles she got to experience not only pleased the Rebel Captain greatly, but also seemed to demotivate her captives exponentially more than any of her methods had before. This spiraled week by week into more and more humilating torments she forced the helpless bugs through, her sympthathy gone with the wind at how much she enjoyed playing with them and how much information they coughed up with barely a fight. Her methods only grew more elaborate as the Rebel research team not only developed further size options for the shrinking device but also compacted it to the point that she was able to acquire one for her personal use. With the ability to keep thousands of microscopic Imperials in a slew of humilating positions as a standby jail as well as being able to grow any she wish to play with personally Hera soon dedicated all of her freetime to her puny servants, and she was far from the only Rebel to lose interest in showing the insects any modicum of decency. Talks of their rights as intelligent beings had long since vanished, and even the most merciful of saints among the Alliance recognized that with the sheer volume of prisoners they had taken that growing them back was out of the question, they could practically form a second Empire on their own. If the Empire ever fell it was an unspoken agreement amongst the rebels to never inform the public about this aspect of the war, and simply allow their former members to continue "guarding" the prisoners.

As Hera kicked her feet up on an empty crate she felt a bit annoyed. Try as she could she just couldn't think of a new way of playing with her slaves, she felt like she had exhausted almost all of her options. The hordes of microscopic ones were everywhere, every peice of her clothing had plenty that simply stewed there until she rotated them onto active duty. She also had plenty suffered and cleaned inside of her nose and ears and under her toenails, the consensus amongst the little ones was that her snot was far worse than her earwax but the earwax beat toejam anyday. She had purchased a special toilet that wasn't connected to any plumbing so that she could do her business atop a gathering of many-sized bugs, she had to clean it out herself which was annoying but it was worth it for the look of horror any of the fresh slaves showed when they first experienced it. She of course had plenty of small ones squirming around her nether regions as well as her back-end, though she had to keep them at microscopic size whenever she was on duty, the larger ones stimulated her a tad too much. She was using plenty of them as makeshift cushions although that was a bit of a hard game to master, too small and it was pointless for both her and her slaves but too large and they were damn uncomfortable. She felt like she had finally gotten it down though. She always made sure to have a handful inside her mouth, swishing and chewing them like gum. She had to be careful not to swallow them since while sturdy they weren't acidproof, but it had been ages since she had messed that up. She had a few dozen under each of her armpits to soak up her sweat, she practically never noticed them anymore but she knew they were diligently improving their goddesses wellbeing. She only kept a few between her breasts since while it felt a bit nice for her there were far to many cockroaches that actually enjoyed that humid, mushy hell, and that took a lot of the fun out of it for her. She usually would take her boots off when relaxing like this and let some of her larger worshippers pamper her bare feet, but this desert planet had dirtied her boots so much that she figured she would let them clean them before moving to that. Her final and favourite spot for the tiny things was one of the first she had come up with, inside of her boots. It was a perfect storm really, the awful conditions inside them and the long, long hours she wore them made it the worst of the prisons that she held them in, at least once the fresh one's got over the humilitation of her fecal matter, but it was also the one she took the most pleasure out of. They were so damn comfortable under her feet, better than any insole she had ever had. It was one of the only ways to play with them while on assignment, scrunching and twisting her feet didn't affect her aim. But while she was more than pleased with all of these little joys she had planned out with her playthings, it had been quite a while since she had added anything new. Not only would this slowly bore her but she was worried that her slaves would become to numb to all of it aswell, after all scores of them were already praising her as a literal goddess and there were far less of their peers questioning their sanity for that stance. She at least had an endless stream of fresh meat that would always take ages to acclimate to their new life, but once the Empire fell even that would stop. Hera finally shook her head and let all that hard thinking fade, at the end of the day she still had plenty of time to come up with new games. Her mission was looking to heat up soon and she wouldn't get to experience this lethargic worshipping once the shooting started so she decided to put off her problems for another day, and drift away blissfully as her slaves had the honor of pampering her like the goddess that she was. She really was too kind to them..."Since pride seems to be so important for you teensy little things, I wonder how much quicker I could get you to talk if I tore that pride down? You really seemed to hate being used as toys for my feet so I'm going to give you a chance to get back into my good graces, you can me a lovely, relaxing foot massage. You can even lap away at the sweat and grime with those tiny tongues of yours like a dog, that was one of things you called me wasn't it? I can see don't look very excited for this oppurtunity, so I'll let you know what happens if you chose to pass up on it. The whole reason my feet are in such a sorry state is because of these stuffy, worn out combat boots that I've worn for god knows how many years. Being a part of the Alliance means being on my feet quite a lot, I've gone days on end without the chance to take these puppies off. Now thankfully the planet I was just on was fairly warm so I was able to wear them barefoot, you don't even want to know how bad they can get when I have to wear socks. Some of you seem a bit confused where I'm going with this so I'll cut to the chase, your punishment for trying to escape and refusing my offer to makeup will be being dropped into those awful, damp boots. Not just while they're lying there either, I promise to wear them with you in them for my next five assignments. The length's of my assignments vary a lot so that could be anything from about a week to several months. So what will it be friends?"

Shaking with indignity but to frightened to call her bluff, almost all of the Imperials reluctantly approached her now resting feet and began to rub them. The two bugs who stood their ground began berating their fellows, decrying that some foolish rebel girl would never sink to such cruelty. Without a word the two doubting men were plucked between Hera's green fingers and unceremoniously flung into the cavernous maw of her footwear, their shrill screams driving some of their comrades to begin licking the rancid sole of their tormentor for the first time. That massage and the squirming insoles she got to experience not only pleased the Rebel Captain greatly, but also seemed to demotivate her captives exponentially more than any of her methods had before. This spiraled week by week into more and more humilating torments she forced the helpless bugs through, her sympthathy gone with the wind at how much she enjoyed playing with them and how much information they coughed up with barely a fight. Her methods only grew more elaborate as the Rebel research team not only developed further size options for the shrinking device but also compacted it to the point that she was able to acquire one for her personal use. With the ability to keep thousands of microscopic Imperials in a slew of humiliating positions as a standby jail as well as being able to grow any she wish to play with personally Hera soon dedicated all of her freetime to her puny servants, and she was far from the only Rebel to lose interest in showing the insects any modicum of decency. Talks of their rights as intelligent beings had long since vanished, and even the most merciful of saints among the Alliance recognized that with the sheer volume of prisoners they had taken that growing them back was out of the question, they could practically form a second Empire on their own. If the Empire ever fell it was an unspoken agreement amongst the rebels to never inform the public about this aspect of the war, and simply allow their former members to continue "guarding" the prisoners.

As Hera kicked her feet up on an empty crate she felt a bit annoyed. Try as she could she just couldn't think of a new way of playing with her slaves, she felt like she had exhausted almost all of her options. The hordes of microscopic ones were everywhere, every peice of her clothing had plenty that simply stewed there until she rotated them onto active duty. She also had plenty suffered and cleaned inside of her nose and ears and under her toenails, the consensus amongst the little ones was that her snot was far worse than her earwax but the earwax beat toejam anyday. She had purchased a special toilet that wasn't connected to any plumbing so that she could do her business atop a gathering of many-sized bugs, she had to clean it out herself which was annoying but it was worth it for the look of horror any of the fresh slaves showed when they first experienced it. She of course had plenty of small ones squirming around her nether regions as well as her back-end, though she had to keep them at microscopic size whenever she was on duty, the larger ones stimulated her a tad too much. She was using plenty of them as makeshift cushions although that was a bit of a hard game to master, too small and it was pointless for both her and her slaves but too large and they were damn uncomfortable. She felt like she had finally gotten it down though. She always made sure to have a handful inside her mouth, swishing and chewing them like gum. She had to be careful not to swallow them since while sturdy they weren't acidproof, but it had been ages since she had messed that up. She had a few dozen under each of her armpits to soak up her sweat, she practically never noticed them anymore but she knew they were diligently improving their goddesses wellbeing. She only kept a few between her breasts since while it felt a bit nice for her there were far to many cockroaches that actually enjoyed that humid, mushy hell, and that took a lot of the fun out of it for her. She usually would take her boots off when relaxing like this and let some of her larger worshippers pamper her bare feet, but this desert planet had dirtied her boots so much that she figured she would let them clean them before moving to that. Her final and favourite spot for the tiny things was one of the first she had come up with, inside of her boots. It was a perfect storm really, the awful conditions inside them and the long, long hours she wore them made it the worst of the prisons that she held them in, at least once the fresh one's got over the humilitation of her fecal matter, but it was also the one she took the most pleasure out of. They were so damn comfortable under her feet, better than any insole she had ever had. It was one of the only ways to play with them while on assignment, scrunching and twisting her feet didn't affect her aim. But while she was more than pleased with all of these little joys she had planned out with her playthings, it had been quite a while since she had added anything new. Not only would this slowly bore her but she was worried that her slaves would become to numb to all of it aswell, after all scores of them were already praising her as a literal goddess and there were far less of their peers questioning their sanity for that stance. She at least had an endless stream of fresh meat that would always take ages to acclimate to their new life, but once the Empire fell even that would stop. Hera finally shook her head and let all that hard thinking fade, at the end of the day she still had plenty of time to come up with new games. Her mission was looking to heat up soon and she wouldn't get to experience this lethargic worshipping once the shooting started so she decided to put off her problems for another day, and drift away blissfully as her slaves had the honor of pampering her like the goddess that she was. She really was too kind to them...