Their ‘guns’ are definitely out.

As Luminara finished turning, she let out a quick gasp from her mouth as she saw what the clones were doing.

Their weapons laid on the floor in front of them, making Luminara wonder how she hadn’t heard them drop them, but their hands were far from empty. Each clone had at least one gloved hand wrapped around their erect and exposed shafts, traveling up and down the thick and veiny spears like they were polishing them. Some went a step further with their balls hanging out beneath their cocks as they were cradling them in their other hand. Some had also removed their helmets, revealing their open mouths as they breathed out soft moans and worked their shafts as they stared at the Padawan pleasuring herself as well.

Barriss looked back at them now as well, turning as much as she could with her hand still acting of its own accord and rubbing at her now soaked pussy. The curiosity of the clones bodies that had entered her mind earlier was now flooding back to her, as she could now put an image to her own imagination. As the clones all looked alike barring some personal tailoring like hairstyles, so too were their penis’s a uniform ten inches in their hands as they caressed them. Up and down their fingers traveled, pulling at the foreskin as their eyes glared down back Barriss. She felt her mouth water at the sight, her lips parting as they felt so very empty and needy…

“Wha… Troopers?! What is going on?” Luminara called out, fighting off her own eyes constant habit of lowering their gaze back down to the troopers “weapons” being attended to.

“Oh Master Jedi, you shouldn’t raise your voice at them. They’re just doing what they were made to do: follow orders. And I’m ordering them to get some R&R, and to polish their best weapons. Heh.” Talon cooed in, looking over and admiring the size and firmness of the clones shafts. Jango was one gifted man it seemed.

Ordering them? Luminara thought. Was Talon controlling their minds? It would explain a lot, like the feelings she was having and the thoughts of getting on her knees and cleaning off those soldiers waiting cocks like a…

Gah! She had to stay focused!

“Oooo, it looks like your Padawan could use your troopers service.” Talon said, as she pointed at Barriss laying on the floor with one hand on buried between her legs and another groping her breast as she looked at the clones. They all looked back at her as well, hungrily, like predators eyeing a piece of fresh meat.

“Please… I… I can’t hold it back… I need you all…” Barriss cooed, the hand on her chest lowering down to grip the bottom of her top and beginning to pull it up to reveal a plump pair of green tits beneath. She wasn’t thinking about why she didn’t have a bra on either, all she could think about was the warmth…

Luminara quickly turned back towards Talon, seeing the smug expression of the red Twi’Lek observing her Padawan. The clones were now stepping towards Barriss, letting out moans and even chuckles as they prepared to serve their Jedi commander.

Luminara had to act fast. Did she move to keep her Padawan from being violated by her own troops? Or did she deal with Talon, the apparent cause of this?