Meeting the captain

Trace didn't know how much time had passed since she and her comrades were secured to the room's restraints, how long they had been left there and sexually tormented by the dildos, vibrators and nipple pieces. Time meant little in their predicament as the gas' effects still drove her body crazy with the need for release. To her, however, it didn't matter how much time had passed, as the only thing on her mind was being able to come, an action still denied to her and her sisters.

At several times in their captivity however, they had been fed meals, in the form of tubes with the ends the shape of dildos, one for each female in the room, forcing their way down their throats, not enough to **** them though. Whenever they were down, the clones would suck vigorously, looking to use the tubes as their means of pushing them over the edge and granting them release. Trace, and even Captain Silvana, partook in this task, sucking with the hope of cumming. Their efforts, however, were for naught, as they were granted no such pleasure.

Now however, the door to their cell opened and every soldier in the room turned to face who, or whatever opened it. Seeing a Neimoidian enter the room, wearing a mask over his mouth to protect him from the gas in the cell, followed by several droids. As he entered, the cells occupants all called out to him, crying for him to grant them pleasure, but he simply ignored them, inspecting the females hanging on the walls.

Coming to a stop before the Captain, he eyed her from top to bottom, taking time to study her breasts, ass and cunt as she looked up to him with pleading eyes, moaning and crying to him. Sending her a nod before walking ahead, several droids removed her tools before releasing her from her bonds, letting her fall to the ground. As she lay there, the droids grabbed her by the arms and dragged her out the room. Stopping once again, this time in front of Trace, he performed the same inspection he did before, while reaching down and grasping her right breast, earning a loud moan in response. Smirking, he nodded to her as well, and the droids moved to her and began removing the devices on her body. As the restraints were undone, Trace,like the Captain, collapsed on the floor, too exhausted to move as the droids dragged her out.

As Trace was dragged out, she noticed another two clones in the arms of droids standing by, before theNeimoidian came out and lead the group through the halls. As much as her instincts as a soldier were screaming at her to try and resist, the thoughts were overpowered by wanton lust and exhaustion. She didn't have the strength to notice which path they were taking, what directions they made to their destination. As it was she, along with her sisters, were barely awake as they were dragged to their destination.

Minutes later, the group came to a stop outside a set or heavy blast doors, with the Neimoidian entering a code into the console next to it. Using whatever strength she had, Trace lifted her head, watching as the door opened up, revealing the command room of the ship. At every station, droids could be seen manning each computer console managing the ship. At several stations though, there were several organic crewmen, some of them standing guard by the entrance.

What got hers and possibly her comrades attention though, was the many women, two thirds of them being clones walking around the room. Not a single one of them wore anything to cover their assets, their only attire being collars, boots and see-through cloth wrapped around their limbs. Also on their bodies, were marks representing their status as slaves of the Separatists, the mark of the Confederacy or the Republic **** (a clone helmet with a chain) somewhere on their forms, as well as markings on their shoulders to represent their military ranks before becoming slaves. Many of them were busy servicing the organic beings in the room, sucking their cocks or licking their clits, joining in pairs and performing in acts before others or seductively caressing their masters. Others were waiting around with trays of food, drinks and sec toys to use. With their short look inside, the group followed their leader to the center, towards the command chair, where two slaves waited on its sides.

Taking a seat, the Neimoidian made himself comfortable inn his chair as the two beside him leaned on him and caressed his body through his clothes, as the 4 women he brought into the room were dropped before the base of the throne. As they picked themselves up to stare upon the chair, they were greeted with the grinning face of whoever it was that took them.

"Greetings, whores of the grand Army of the Republic" he mocked with his greeting. "I am Captain Yuk Panti of the CIS. You have takes from your roles as soldiers of the Republic and made into slaves to be sold to the galaxy. You now have the opportunity to avoid becoming breeding sluts or whatever fates await you in the markets. All you have to do..." he leaned in, grabbing Trace's wrist and pulled her to his body. "is please me. Do that, and I'll make you my personal slaves." As he finished, his hands began exploring the clones body, his bony fingers going over her breasts and caressing her rear. Trace moaned at the touch, her body still sensitive from her torment.

"Fail, however,..." he continued as he grabbed the clone and grasps his hand around her neck. "and I'll send you beck to your cell, waiting to be sold at the markets." With that, he released his hold on her neck.

While Trace wanted to be able to cum and would do anything for chance, she also didn't want to end up going somewhere where she would be tormented rather than pleasured. Looking around, she could see the slaves in the command room seemed to be happy, some of them looking over to the 4 with hopeful looks, Most likely, they were hoping for the new prisoners would stay and become **** sisters together. Deciding to do his bidding, Trace began thinking about how she was going to get Yuk's approval.