Helpless

"Strip the traitor!" Bly barked the harsh command. His voice sent a ripple through the gathered clones, and a flurry of hands descended upon Aayla's prone figure.

They tore at her brown pants, the tough material giving way easily to their relentless grip. The fabric shredded apart, exposing the blue skin of her thighs. Her legs twitched weakly as the clones roughly manipulated her limp form, turning her onto her back so that her most intimate area was now fully visible to dozens of hungry male eyes.

Aayla's pussy was flawless - smooth, hairless, and with delicate purple lips that seemed almost too perfect to belong to a real living being. Yet, clones wasted no time on admiration. More hands seized her top, yanking it up over her head and tossing it aside. Her breasts sprang free, two perfect mounds capped with perky nipples. They bounced enticingly as she was jostled about, drawing whistles and growls of appreciation from the assembled men.

Finally, the clones attacked her headgear, ripping away the carefully wrapped bandages to expose her lekku. The long, sinuous tendrils spilled across the forest floor, swaying gently with each movement. Aayla was now completely bare, her body splayed out like a doll. Stun shots had left her insensate, unable to protest or resist or even realize the violation taking place.

Despite her feeling nothing on the physical level, her delicate face was contorted in a grimace of pain, a reflection of the agony coursing through the Force as Jedi across the galaxy met their untimely ends. Yet somehow, even that expression took on an erotic quality, a testament to the intoxicating allure of her femininity.

Bly drank in the sight of her naked form, admiring the way her shoulders flowed seamlessly into the graceful lines of her armpits and collarbones. Her breasts sat high and proud atop her trained torso, inviting caresses and bites. The flat plane of her stomach dipped into the slight swell of her hips, leading his gaze down to those glorious legs he'd secretly admired for so long. Firm, well-muscled, and impossibly long, they ended in elegant ankles and feet that looked like they belonged in a holofilm. Blue skin stretched taut over toned muscle as her legs remained slightly parted, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of the treasure hidden within.

Clones weren't seeing his elegant beauty, their perception was of a piece of flesh to be used and punished for treason. They were preoccupied with removing the lower portion of their armor and clothing as they waited for Bly's command. Dozens of stiff cocks jutted out proudly. Each one looked identical, perfectly formed and straining with barely contained need. They pointed at Aayla like accusations, throbbing impatiently for their turn to violate.

But, for now, everyone remained still, awaiting Bly's orders. He was the one to decide exactly how Aayla Secura, the woman who had once commanded their respect and loyalty, would pay for her imagined betrayal. The anticipation hung heavy in the air, building the tension between them all until finally, Bly made his move...