Awakening

Aayla's awakening was anything but pleasant. She found herself on a metal floor in a closed room. The Twi'lek was naked and the very first thing she felt was discomfort in her groin area. The next discovery was Bly's dry cum on her face, what was still there after the previous event. But the aftermath of the recent **** paled to the disturbance in the ****.

Jedi Master could feel waves of the dark side sweeping through the galaxy. A memory of being betrayed by clones hit her mind. Then vision... vision of her fellow female Jedi being **** right now. Even across the light-years, Aayla heard their screams and the sickening sounds of their ****. The vision was short, it took mere seconds but it was enough for Aayla to understand her situation. She knew that she also was **** while being ****.

A subtle difference in gravity told her that she isn't on Felucia anymore. It was a spaceship. But it didn't look like a standard military vessel of the Republic Somewhat relieved to find herself unrestrained, Aayla stood up and winced painfully when her pussy stung. "At least they didn't fuck my ass..." She thought not knowing that her body was violated only by Bly and Aayla's own weapon. "What kind of Dark Side trickery could make them do that?" She tried to wipe cum from her face but it was too dry, indicating that she had been **** for quite some time.

The locked door looked sturdy enough to withstand a **** push and Aayla felt too exhausted anyway to try to break it. The Twi'lek was too tired to even think straight and decided to meditate until someone will come and her situation will become more clear.

"There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. There is no passion, there is serenity. There is no chaos, there is harmony..."

Aayla chanted the mantra of the Jedi order over and over. But it didn't work for the first time since she was a youngling. She had emotion, she was feeling violated and disgusted by what happened to her body. There was no knowledge, she knew nothing about her situation or what was happening in the galaxy. She couldn't find any serenity in being naked in a prison cell. And, above all else, harmony was nowhere to be found in the ****. The **** was wounded, chaotic, and damaged. No matter how she tried, Aayla couldn't connect to it properly.

At least, she had no thoughts of **** on Bly and other troopers. She was wise enough to know that such feelings were not only useless in the current situation but went against the Jedi code as well. Besides, she was sure that it wasn't their fault, something must have gone wrong somewhere to make them behave that way.

Yet, the Dark Side managed to get a small foothold in Aayla's mind. Fear... She was afraid of being **** again, this time while being fully conscious. Without her weapon or fine control of the ****, she was defenseless and ****. Anyone who would come here could use her body however they wanted. She was a prisoner, stripped bare, weak and helpless. She was just like so many other Twi'lek girls who were used in the sex **** market and abused as merchandise.

Her increasingly dark thoughts got interrupted by steps behind the locked door. Someone was coming here.