Defenseless

"Strip the traitor!" A short cold order came from Bly's lips.

Clones were eager to follow this kind of command. Several hands grabbed Aayla's brown pants, ripping them to shreds. Her blue legs, which were limp like jelly, swayed around under the relentless grip of the strong clones. Her round asscheeks became visible for mere seconds before Twi'lek's alluring body was turned on the back. Making her more intimate part exposed to dozens of male eyes.

Her pussy was smooth and hairless, her lower lips were just like the ones on her face possessing a purplish color and pleasantly shaped. Such beauty didn't halt the clones and several more hands grabbed **** Jedi's top and ripped it off her body with the same aggressive determination. Her blue round breasts bounced into sight as they were freed from the cloth that protected them.

Her headgear, carefully wrapped around the lekku, was the last to be torn away. She was left naked and helpless like a doll. Her body received enough stun rounds to sleep over any incoming ****. Her form was a sight to behold, a true beauty. Her long lekku radiated true elegance, her closed eyes were like a painting. Her delicate face had an expression of pain, which was a result of her still being connected to the **** and feeling the deaths and sufferings of fellow Jedi. And yet it was stunningly erotic.

Lines of her shoulders, armpits, and collarbones harmonized nicely with the pair of succulent breasts. Aayla's stomach was flat and firm, something the clones knew already. Her wide, slightly parted hips were one of the best parts of her feminine curves, and her long legs with well-defined calves and ankles could only be called a masterpiece.

But clones saw no beauty in the defeated Jedi. They were looking at a piece of meat that should be fucked, at a traitor who should be destroyed. While some clones were busy stripping Aayla, others (including Bly) removed both their armor and clothes. Many identical dicks were pointed at the blue-skinned Jedi waiting for some wicked fun.

Still, no one was moving. Everyone waited for Bly's order. He was the one to decide how the Jedi would be 'punished' for her treason.