Orgy 66

"Bring her blue ass to me," Bly rasped, a sadistic glint in his eye. The cruel chuckle that followed sent shivers down the spines of those nearby. He settled back on the forest floor, his legs spread wide apart in a commanding posture. Rising proudly from his groin was his thick, rigid cock, the bulbous tip already glistening with arousal.

Several clones hastened to obey his command, hoisting Aayla's limp form and dragging her towards him. Her blue body slid across the dirt, leaving faint trails behind her until she was splayed out before Bly. He reached for her ankles, pulling her legs wide and bending her knees to draw her feet toward her ass. With a guttural groan, he aligned his engorged shaft with her tight anus and thrust forward.

Aayla's muscles gave way easily, her stunned body yielding without resistance as he sheathed himself balls-deep inside her. The clones gasped collectively, their eyes drinking in the sight of their commander violating their former general in such a depraved manner.

"Don't be shy, troopers. Join me, make her pay for betraying us!" Bly panted, pushing deeper into Aayla's rear passage. His hips ground against her soft cheeks, savoring the hot grip around his length. Another clone rushed forward eagerly, positioning himself between Bly's spread thighs. With a quick yank, he pried Aayla's legs wider still and speared his own throbbing cock straight up into her dry and defenseless pussy.

Aayla's body jerked violently at the sudden double penetration, a choked moan escaping her slack lips. But her eyes remained firmly shut, mind remained unaware of the savage gang bang unfolding around her. That sweet, almost innocent moan triggered a frenzy among the remaining clones. Next to go was another bold trooper who shoved Aayla's left lekku aside and jammed his member directly down her unresisting throat, fucking her face like she was a common Twi'lek slave whore instead of a respected Jedi Master.

Soon, many hands roamed freely across Aayla's body, groping and squeezing her ample breasts, pinching her stiff nipples, tracing the elegant lines of her lekku, and fondling the muscles of her trained warrior's body. Only Bly was enjoying her continiously, others employed shifts, replacing each other rapidly, emptying their balls in Aayla's mouth and pussy, on her blue skin, her lekku and tits. As they finished, more clones took their place, eager to use the fallen Jedi's holes before they softened from overuse.

The scene played out over and over again - two clones violating Aayla's mouth and cunt while Bly plowed her ass, pistoning his hips relentlessly. In a way, he was a shield, keeping other clones from abusing her rear hole too much. But his own member was not getting much rest either. Perhaps Bly enjoyed this spectacle more than anyone, watching Aayla's body writhe and buck in his lap as countless cocks assaulted her every opening. Her head lolled limply from side to side, rivulets of saliva-cum mixture dripping from the corner of her mouth each time a new dick shoved its way past her lips or left their embrace.

With a roar, Bly finally emptied his load, outlasting his troopers many times over. He savored the way her rectum clamped down on him reflexively as spurt after spurt of thick semen pumped deep into her bowels. Even after his orgasm subsided, Bly remained lodged firmly inside Aayla, holding her in place for his men to continue using her unconscious form as a living sex toy. He felt each shudder that rippled through her as clone after clone spent himself between her blue thighs or in her violated throat, painting her flawless skin with streaks of their release.

Once again, it was Bly's decision what comes next to the traitor.