No, she is rescued

Trace didn't understand time anymore. It could have been seconds since she was put into the transport or hours. The only constant to her was the feeling in her cunt of the vibrator. It wasn't the one from her armor, that one was a distant memory. The **** the droids had injected during her interrogation made this one pure ****, bringing her to the edge of climax before refusing it. Time and time again. To either side of her, she could vaguely hear her sisters crying out as theirs did the same. The first step towards breaking the clones for their new lives. Trace was only vaguely aware of this, the need for pleasure blocking out all other concerns she barely noticed when the vehicle stopped.

The droids came again. She called out to them to fuck her, some of her sisters doing the same. She tried to wiggle her hips to entice them but the droids didn't care. They were machines, no use for sex unless it served a purpose. Right now their only purpose was to get the clones onto a transport for exporting off world. As her body was exposed to open air Trace thought she might catch a breeze that could finally set her over the edge, unfortunately, her vibrator sensed the shift as well and **** her off the plateau that she longed to jump from. To her right one of her sisters cried out in pure bliss as hers failed to do the same, either from a failure of programming or for some other reason Trace couldn't fathom. At that moment she felt something she never had before. Hatred. Pure hatred for her sister who got what she wanted. She tried to lash out in rage at her but her hands were bound like the others.

When she finally calmed down she was on a transport again. This time a ship, they would be taking her away now. Taking her to a place of cocks that would be willing to sate her lust. She was vaguely aware of someone across from her that didn't look like the others. If her mind was working Trace would recognize her as her commanding officer. That title didn't matter here. She was in the same state as the clones around her. Trace noticed a small amount of red on the woman's leg. She must have been a virgin when the droids asked their questions of her. How it must have felt to have their glorious cocks penetrate her for the first time. To feel the first rush into her previously unsoiled depths as they asked her questions. Literally fucking the answers out of her in the same way they had done to Trace. The vibrator caught Trace before her fantasies could send her over the edge.

When she felt light again she knew something was wrong. They should have been on a big ship, being taken to the cocks. Instead, she felt the air again, coming through a hole in the ceiling as someone with a bright blue light in her hand jumped inside, followed closely by more sisters with jump packs. Trace only had eyes for the bottom of the light. If she could only get that inside her... all around her she felt as much as heard when the **** stopped. When she was finally able to embrace the feeling from her core that had been trying to release itself for hours? Days? It did not matter. The orgasmic cries around her were loud and enthusiastic and the only thing Trace knew was that the light woman had done it. Nothing mattered to her anymore than serving the light woman. She would do anything just to touch her, to hear her voice. To thank her. When her vision went black from the overwhelming sensation the last image that burned itself into her mind was the light woman. Her long dark black hair and green eyes, the horrified look on her face that turned to anger. Trace came again as she passed out.