Prisoner

"Look, who is awake! Welcome back, Jedi traitor slut!" The clone shouted with a sneer. He couldn't know that Aayla felt everything that was done to her, he was eager to be the first to make her taste his cock. He invaded her pussy like so many cock before him and yet it was a brighter feeling: with her body being fully awake, Aayla's senses were sharpened and it was almost like she was **** for the first time.

She opened her lips in a moan, both her mind and body were too exhausted for any resistance and being disconnected from the **** didn't help either. "Why?" she asked, "Why do you do this?"

"Shut up, traitor!" the clone snarled his hands holding her ankles and spreading her legs further to get an even better angle of penetration. Twi'lek's long blue legs were not like limp spaghetti anymore, they were tense making her thighs ripple. Her ass, pushed into the strange vegetation of Fellucia, was also twitching and jiggling in rhythm with the pushes. To the pleasure of some random clone, she was not a ragdoll anymore

Dry (and not so dry) cum on Aayla's face, lekku, breasts felt disgusting against her blue skin and she knew what was the taste in her mouth. She tried to spit it out but it was merely an aftertaste, she already swallowed huge amounts of their thick cum.

"Please! Please! Please!" Aayla was begging not like a veteran warrior but like a naive Twi'lek village girl captured by slavers. And her pleas were ignored by the trooper on top of her. His white shiny armor represented the darkness of the new times. Being not as experienced as clones from earlier batches, the clone came quickly with a loud moan, throwing her legs on the ground as soon as his cock stopped spurting.

"You are damn tight for a slut who fucked a battalion," He laughed and turned to some other clones standing on the guard nearby "Carnage? It is your turn, right? The bitch is awake and much more entertaining this way."

Carnage, a fearless clone Aayla knew a little, came closer. "Damn you, Rush. Bly asked to stop fucking her once she awakes," clones spoke as if Aayla was not there, not a person, but a thing, a toy, a plaything for everyone.

"And what I was supposed to do? Pull out? Besides no one will know if we won't repo..."

"I am not going to ignore Bly's commands!" Carnage ordered, "Shut up and take your post, clankers may still be in the area or some stupid Jedi may come for the rescue of the slut." Needless to say that the order was followed with no further objections, and discipline of the Grand Army of the Republic was still there.

"Carnage, what is this madness? Tell me what is happening" Aayla asked in a weak voice, her lips being dry. She moved her shackled hands to her abused pussy as if hiding it from sight could change anything.

"Don't try your **** tricks Jedi," He just ignored her question "or you will be punished."

Aayla would love to try '**** tricks' but she was unable. As if living through a gang bang **** was not enough, the feeling of being severed from the **** was devastating. She tried to reconnect by closing her eyes and meditating. But she didn't even get a chance to test her abilities.

"I said no tricks!" A kick in her kidney yanked her out of her meditative state. She groaned in pain, curling into a ball, into a damn sexy ball. Even in her current state, the raw beauty of her figure was not diminished. Carnage licked his lips and sighed, frustrated by Bly's order

The Twi'lek got two hours of rest she was even given some water to drink. Even under Carnage's watchful gaze, naked and bound, on the rough floor of the Felucia forest, the Jedi recovered a little and when Bly and several other clones returned she was able to sit up, crossing her legs and partly covering her tits with her shackled arms.

"So our traitor slut is awake," Bly said. It was his voice and yet... it sounded so alien, so distant.

"Bly, what are you calling me that? You know I am not a traitor. You know I am not..." she gulped "a slut."

"Pffff," Bly laughed. "Like all Jedi, you ARE a traitor. And UNLIKE most Jedi, you are a dirty slut. Normal Jedi wear robes but you always chose revealing outfits, teasing us, fucking headtailed bitch!" Bly used a racist slur, the first one she ever heard from him.

"Bly, you know it is not true! We are friends, we are." a slap in the face interrupted her, she barely managed to keep her balance.

"You never were my friend! You are a cocktease put in charge of me. But not anymore!" Saying this, Bly was hastily removing his armor.

His dick was already standing straight and erect. "And now you will do what I wanted you to do since the first day we met. You'll suck me off a good whore you are. Get up on your knees, and go here"

Aayla couldn't believe what she heard. Were all his respect and their friendship fake? Was she just a fuckable Twi'lek in his eyes (like for so many more men)? Was all of this preplanned by clones?

"I am waiting, headtail!" Bly raised his voice. Aayla wanted to say something rude back, to refuse but she knew well that there will be some kind of punishment for refusing an order. But could she **** herself to obey like this?