Stay and Interrogate

Deciding that there would be more value in acquiring information on the target outpost, OOM-947 set about prepping the clones for interrogation. After securing each of them to nearly by trees and fitting each of them with gags to keep them silenced during the questioning, the Droid Commander moved towards one of the unarmored clones and waited for her to regain consciousness.

After several minutes of waiting, the clones start awakening from their stun, their situation barely registering in their dulled minds.

"You will be interrogated. You will tell us whatever you know. Comply and your torment will end quickly." OOM announced to the clones as they began to realize their situation. Moving forward to the clone, it stopped a foot away from her, the clones eye became filled with defiance. Pulling out a hand held stunner, turning the letting to low, the Droid Commander moved its hand forward and began shocking the female's clittrous. The shock rippled through the clone as she started spasming from the **** to her female parts, tears quickly swelling up in her eye from the pain. Had her gag not been on, her screams would have been heard from several hundred meters.

As she was tortured, the clones comrades could do nothing but watch. The second unarmored clone's face formed a menacing scowl despite her gag as she watched her friend suffer. The third clone was in a similar state, but also had a subtle amount to fear as she watched.

However, as they watched, they couldn't stop a growing wetness between their legs.

After several minutes of relentless shocking, OOM pulled the stun weapon away from the clone's sex, her face now flustered and exhausted. Looking back to her vagina, the Droid Commander noticed that it, along with her two friends, was wet, however her's was more so than her comrades.

"What defenses does your outpost have?" it asked, pulling the gag away from the clones mouth.

"...I... won't talk... clanker." was her reply with exhausted breaths. And so OOM shoved the gag back and continued to **** the poor girl. However, to torment her more, it moved it's free hand down to her waist, moving past the stun weapon and inserting 2 digits into her womanhood. the clone continued to struggle, wiggling and pulling to try and get free, but to no avail.

As the clones **** continued, the 2 remaining clones turned their attention away from their friends when they noticed more droids moving towards them with an assortment of tools and devices to use, ranging from stock weapons to attachable dildos filled with a mixture inside what would last for hours for the droids to use. Both bore looks of horror and fear of the what was to come.

For what felt like a life time for the clones, but in reality has only been 10 minutes, the clones were all begging though their gags for the torment to end. The first clone was being double teamed between OOM and another B1 droid, both equipped with prosthetic dicks being rammed into her sex and newly opened anus. The second had her snatch stuffed a shock baton set on low that was tormenting her clit as she was being deep throated by a droid holding a dildo and shoving it down.

The final clone had pieces of her armored abs and chest torn off as they tormented her breasts, clamps attached to the nipples constantly generating a low shock. Her sex was left untouched as the droids had accessed her suits functions and set the vibrator to max setting while keeping the clone unable to cum. The result was driving her mad as, through her gag, she begged and pleaded for release from her ****.

As OOM and the B1 droid released the loads contained the prosthetic's, shooting up into her womb and anus, the clone screamed as she had another orgasm rip through her body, her fluids almost streaming down her legs. Pulling out from her openings, the clone slumped down the tree, the restraints the only things keeping her from falling to the ground. Weak, tried, exhausted, the clone could do nothing but moan into her gag.

Walking up to her once more, OOM-947 moved its hand under her chin and **** her to face it. Despite the flustered expression on her face, her eyes held something else withing them. It wasn't the defiance she had before. It was fear.

"What defenses does your outpost have?" OOM ask once again, pulling the gag out. The clone lets out several ragged breaths, her eye s now showing defeat before answering.