Twi'lek charms

Aayla's mind drifted away, searching desperately for a solution. Suddenly, an idea struck her like lightning. It was risky, very risky, but what wasn't risky now? The plan might not work, but it was worth a shot.

Aayla closed her mouth and pushed the current offender away. "Enough! I can't take any more!" she said with a fake, hoarse voice.

Bly looked at her with surprise and anger. "What did you say, slut?" he growled.

"I said, enough! My throat hurts, my mouth is numb! Do you really want to break your new toy, Bly? Why are you even sharing me with those losers?" Aayla asked, trying to sound arrogant and annoyed.

It was a gamble, and judging by the look on Bly's face, it seemed to fail. He wasn't egoistic enough to fall for it. "Shut up, whore! You will do as I say!" he yelled, raising his hand to strike her.

" I am a Twi'lek, Bly. I am meant to be a slut, not a Jedi," Aayla tried again, "I understand it now. But Twi'leks should be owned by one strong man, it is how it works. If too many fuck us, we get tired and lose our appeal and our eagerness. Don't you want me to remain fresh and eager? Is a broken piece of meat better than a willing slut? " Aayla pleaded, her voice trembling slightly. She felt disgusted talking about herself like that.

Her lekku moved in a seductive manner, and she lowered her eyes, playing a nice girl who finally realized her place. "Bly, I always wanted to be yours, only my duty to the order..."

The clone captain hesitated for a moment. Then, slowly, his expression softened. "Maybe you have a point, slut," he admitted reluctantly. "I'll give you some rest. Bring her to a brig on board of the cruiser. And don't fuck her!" he commanded, turning around and leaving the scene without looking back.

Aayla breathed a sigh of relief. It worked! She managed to buy herself some time. Now, she needed to escape. Unfortunately, she had no idea how to do it. Her connection with the **** was somehow severed, her lightsaber gone and her combat skills won't help against an army of clones armed with blasters.

Three clones escorted her to a shuttle to bring to the cruiser, perhaps it was her chance? Yes, it was. She knew it.

"So guys, did you have your chance with me?" She asked with a slutty tone as they got inside

"Yeah, you sucked me, bitch." said the first one, "you are a nice cocksucker."

"And I ravaged your tight cunt while you were knocked out." Said the second one with a sick smile.

"I arrived too late, you were already taken care of." Added the third one with a sigh.

Aayla pushed her blue breasts together, her nipples hardening under the gaze of the soldiers.

"Too bad, maybe we can play now?" she asked, winking at the last me "Just not with my throat, it is really sore."

The three men exchanged glances, unsure of themselves.

"Common, don't you get it? Bly won't share anymore. Enjoy while you can. " She added with a sexy pout, disgusted to the core.

The clone hesitated for a moment, then he broke the ice. "Well, why not? Just for once. Ride me, slut."

He sat on a bench inside the shuttle, removed the lower part of the armor, and spread his legs. Aayla climbed on top of him, wrapping her slim legs around his waist, and began to move her hips. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the revulsion and focus solely on the task at hand. A fake moan escaped her lips as she rode the clone, pretending to enjoy every thrust.

She was swinging her lekku giving a show to the other two clones who were watching with lustful eyes. "Oh yeah, fuck me!" She moaned, her whole body shaking with fake pleasure as her eyes darted at the blaster. It was now or never. She had to decide if the clones were distracted enough for the attempt.