Revenge Of the Toy

Bly withdrew from Aayla's violated back passage with a grunt of reluctance. He rose to his feet as another clone shoved forward, ready to take his place inside the unconscious Jedi's anus. Bly dressed hurriedly, slipping on his armor and grabbing the hilt of Aayla's lightsaber. For a moment, he studied it in his palm, the familiar object suddenly seeming tainted, defiled by association with his former general, the traitor and a fuckmeat. Many memories of time shared with Aayla filled his mind. even some faint feeling of guilt was present but... the orgy nearby was too disatracting to let those thoughts take hold.

Then a twisted idea took hold. Bly smirked cruelly, pushed aside the eager clone poised to mount Aayla's pussy, and shoved her own lightsaber hilt up into her thoroughly used cunt. "Always wondered if she did that in private," he said with a cruel snort. "It fits well, so it's a good possibility."

With that final act of mockery, Bly let the weapon to soak the juices for some time before yanking it away, throwing it on the ground and destroying it with several blaster bolts. Then he gathered the bulk of his unit and marched off to complete their mission, leaving behind only a handful of guards to watch their defeated and broken (as he thought) prisoner.

For hours, those remaining clones used Aayla's naked, helpless body as their personal fucktoy, pumping their cocks into her various holes in endless succession. They slammed her limp form down on their rigid shafts, gripping her hips and pumping in and out with abandon. They reveled in the opportunity to brutalize her, to punish Aayla for her perceived betrayal. Her bare blue tits were squeezed and kneaded harshly, her lekku were wrenched like reins as they rode her, forcing her to swallow cock after cock.

Cum splattered across her skin in viscous ropes, pooling in the slight depression of her navel and running down her thighs. It matted her lekku, plastering them to her sweaty neck and shoulders. Her unresisting throat was abused, her jaw was slack and drooling steadily from the relentless face-fucking. Even her nose ran with semen and snot...

Combined effects of the chip and lust completely obscured their judgment. They failed to notice her shallow breathing, the slight quivering of her eyelids, the tensing of her muscles, warning signs that Aayla was starting to awaken. They didn't care - to them, she was nothing more than a mindless fucktoy, a traitorous bitch deserving no better. And so they continued their assault without restraint or fear of consequences.

Until it was too late. Pain in her thoroughly wrecked pussy was the first sensation to pierce Aayla's haze. Her eyes snapped open, only to widen in disbelief at the scene before her. A fresh clone hammered into her from above, his gloved hands gripping her forearms as he rutted her with abandon. To make matters even worse, unusually clear visions from the force showed her other female Jedi being brutalized in a similar manner. Human, Togruta, Twi'Lek, Mirialan... none escaped violation, their screams echoing through space and time alongside the anguished cries of their murdered brethren.

Fury surged through Aayla, mingling with grief and driving her into a primal state. She reacted on pure instinct, unleashing a burst of telekinetic energy that sent her current assailant flying into a sturdy mushroom trunk. His limp form crumpled to the ground, knocked out cold.

Before the other clones could recover their wits and organize into a united unit, Aayla was already on her feet, her bare form twisting and rolling nimbly through the hail of blaster fire. Her movements were ethereal and deadly, guided by the Force as she evaded each shot with impossible precision. Her breasts swung freely, bouncing enticingly with every leap and dodge.

The clones were caught off guard, their minds foggy with lust. They never expected their helpless captive to become such a formidable foe so quickly. They wrongly assumed that without her lightsaber, Aayla Secura was nothing more than a beautiful fucktoy.

A startled trooper fumbled to aim his rifle point-blank at her heart. In a flash, Aayla closed the distance, catching him in a vicious chokehold with her thighs. One swift twist of her powerful legs shattered his neck like a brittle twig, dumping his corpse on the leafy carpet. Before his lifeless body hit the ground, another clone fired wildly from the hip.

Without hesitation, Aayla hurled herself to the ground, the circular bolt whizzing harmlessly past her ear. They were using stun rounds against her, hoping to return her into submission. But not this time. Rolling backwards, she hooked her legs around the shooter's knees and pulled with all her strength. He pitched forward with a shout, his blaster clattering from numb fingers.

In an instant, Aayla grabbed the "uncivilized weapon", switched it to kill mode and put it to the clone's temple, triggering a single fatal shot. Then, she jumped into the air and fired at three clones. Two bolts found their mark and two men dropped. The third bolt flew by as another clone rushed towards her. He landed on top of her with a thud, and they rolled in the dirt.

She overheard one of the troopers contacting Bly and reporting the situation. That meant she had very little time, perhaps only a few minutes, to escape alive. With a snarl of pure rage, Aayla drove her knee up into the groin of her opponent, giving her non-Jedi enjoyment of violence she had never experienced before. The clone doubled over, clutching his balls as she grabbed his skull and smashed it into the rocks, knocking him unconscious.

Panting and bleeding from a dozen scratches, Aayla surveyed the carnage surrounding her - broken bodies strewn about the clearing, some still twitching feebly. Her own form was a mess, glistening with sweat, spunk, fresh blood, and random dirt. Lekku drooped against her shoulders, coated in a sheen of nasty filth. Each breath brought a stab of pain to her ravaged throat and pussy. She had no weapon, no armor, no comlink. No hope of rescue. Her mind was overfilled with disgust, not only because of what they did to her body but also because of the enjoyment of killing she just experienced. She knew that for these moments, she fell deep into the Dark Side. She was ashamed and scared. But she was also angry and determined. She was going to survive. She could already feel the approach of Bly and his squad.