Good Twi'lek girl

Aayla was neither naive nor a prude, she was traveling the galaxy together with Vos for years and had seen a lot of things. She had a fair share of recreational sex (something Jedi are absolutely allowed to do, even if many people thought otherwise), she has interacted with vile men who never hid their intentions about her, she heard nasty stories from Twi'Lek girls she encountered. Her biggest dream was that after the victory against the separatists, clones will be used as a policing ****, who, among other things, will end galaxy-wide slavery.

She hoped that Bly and her other clone comrades will help her give freedom to the Twi'Lex sex slaves of the Outer Rim. Instead, they turned her into one. She could rebel and resist but it would be pointless. Her mind was made up. She decided to obey. She told herself that someday she'll flee (or will be rescued), she'll reestablish her connection with the **** but, for now, the wisest choice was to please the man who is in charge, to prevent others from doing truly nasty stuff.

So with a heavy heart, disgusted and ashamed, she obeyed and got on her knees. Her bound arms were still in front of her chest, doing little to hide it from the gazes of dozens of clones around. Her naked blue ass, covered with dry white stains, tensed up as the Jedi was struggling to keep her balance while she leaned forward, making small steps on her sharp knees.

Bly's dick approached her face and Aayla **** herself to keep her eyes open. He was smiling at her, looking down on her gorgeous face. Yet it wasn't a friendly smile she have seen so many times, it was a grin of sadistic pleasure, an evil grin a sith would have.

"Now open your mouth, slut!" he ordered and she did so. Not wanting to be accused of teasing or having her face fucked, Aayla moved forwards on her own accord, taking half of Bly's thick dick in her mouth.

She sucked him slowly, the smoothness of his shaft contrasted with the surreal cruelty of the situation. It wasn't her first blowjob, neither was it Jedi's second one, but never before she did it against her will. Still, the technique required remained the same: using her tongue and lips to gently wrap around Bly's cock, circling it all the way to its root, taking more and more. In better times, she could enjoy being selfless like this and worship a man's dick like there is no other thing in the universe. In fact, she found Bly attractive on many levels... it just wasn't appropriate for a general and Jedi to have any relationships

"Mmmmmmm..." she moaned, faking pleasure and adding pleasant vibrations to Bly's experience. Both of her lekku touched his muscular masculine hips while his hands, still in white gauntlets, were laying on her head, threatening a push at any moment.

But the clone was more than satisfied with what Aayla was doing

"Ohhhh you're quite a whore, aren't you?" he asked a rhetorical question, "Guys, she is a damn good cocksucker! Ooooh! "

Clones, who were standing in the circle and witnessing the ultimate humiliation, laughed, joked, threw insults, and made naughty remarks. They watched the Jedi suck the boss with fake delight and had a great time waiting for their turn.

Their turn... the thought of another gangbang, now in a fully awaken state, was Aayla's biggest fear. Her mind panicked and found the only solution: Please Bly so much, he won't want to share. She pushed herself forwards, deepthroating Bly's dick all the way. Jedi's breathing techniques allowed her to maintain steady breathing while sucking with the **** of machines used to clean starships.

When Bly, who moaned louder and louder, was sure that nothing could feel better, Aayla pulled back to give few seconds of tongue lashing for his tip. Then lunged ahead, then back, accelerating her pace until Bly's dick was throbbing in her mouth.

She didn't stop, she kept going, sucking, bobbing her head, making her lekku dance around his cock, and swallowing every drop of so familiar clone juice she tasted so many times in the recent nightmarish half-dream experience.

Finally, Bly pulled out almost making her fall. After regaining her balance she lifted her face to meet his eyes with a submissive expression. Aayla hated acting like a cheap **** from some Hutt's palace but Bly was her only hope to avoid another **** by dozens... She needed him greedy and unwilling to share.

Bly's facial expression was hard to read, no help from the **** in reading emotions made her task hard. Perhaps she was too submissive, doing more harm than good. Seconds felt like minutes as the Twi'lek waited for words of the man, who had her fate in his hands.