Report to Captain Antochas Eellpipp

Trace walked up to her communication officer.

‘Connect me with Captain Eellpipp.’

‘Yes, Mam!’

After a moment she was facing a hologram of her superior – Captain Antochas Eellpipp, human known for his disdain for clones. Hologram showed only his upper torso – his lower was most surely being serviced by one of her sisters… or two.

‘Sir! We have repelled the last wave of crankers!’

‘Good’ Eellpipp reached something and moment later Trace felt a movement of her vibrator.

‘Took you long enough.’ He sneered and raised the setting of her vibrator. He set it for max excitement and orgasm denial. Trace had to desperately fight to stand attention before her superior.

‘A non-clone soldiers would have dealt with a droids much faster. A pathetic imitations like clones are inferior to real soldiers… aren’t you?’

Trace bit her lip, but Eellpipp waited specifically for answer. He liked to humiliate clones like that.

‘Y-Yes sir.’ It took a great effort not to moan.

‘Good, at least you know your place. You are to hold your position.’ with that his hologram disappeared.

Trace groaned. As usual, her superior not only didn’t give any details of situation on other fronts (So long as only clones were suffering, he seemed not to care). Additionally he humiliated her and teased her.

Trace was sure, that if she masturbated now, he would have her arrested… that’s how 3 of 7 previous commanders lost their position in span of last three months.

But he tease her so much – the damn thing still worked on low setting. She needed to cum so much…