The droids

It was the superior numbers that eventually made the difference. Without her guidance in the beginning of the battle Trace's soldiers hadn't been able to mount an effective defense. Some of them had even been having sex when the attack came under the assumption they had beaten off the last attack. Even as Trace fired down the corridor she saw her sisters falling one by one to the droids. Eventually, she was the last one standing. Her loins were on fire again from all of her kills but it wasn't enough. She didn't even see the droid that shot her and left her on the ground stunned.

When she awoke the first thing Trace noticed was that she couldn't move her arms. The second was that her body felt cold. She was laid down on the ground and her armor had been stripped from her. The final most horrifying thing was that she wasn't alone. To her left and right her sisters were lined up in a similar state of undress with droids standing over them, ready to stun any clones that acted unruly. One droid was walking down the line, a command droid, which stopped in front of her.

"Take this one." Its cold metallic voice ordered

"Roger, Roger." A pair of B-1s chorused before grabbing Trace under her cuffed arms and dragging her into the shelter that had formerly hosted Trace's stunned troops. The ground inside was wet and she could see the **** bodies of two of her sisters laying there. The sound of the vibrators occupying their pussies and assholes buzzing. Trace was pressed with her back against the wall, looking as the command droid entered.

Its crotch had a synthetic cock attached, 11 inches long and probably loaded with tricks to try and **** her to the edge without sending her over. She felt a shiver of fear as it approached.

"You will tell us all you know." It was a statement, not a question and she couldn't help but cry out as she felt the tip of its member touch her folds, an electric shock running through her nether regions.

"Not a chance clanker!" Trace shouted with defiance. She actually meant it too. The problem was the droids were programmed very well for this task. She lasted longer than most of her sisters would have. A clone officer was created to be mentally stronger, but she wasn't strong enough. When they fucked and shocked her cunt she gave them her name. When they abused her breasts she told them about the forces on the other flanks. When they **** her formerly virgin ass she told them where her captain had made her headquarters. After they were done she was left a wreck, her body drenched in sweat and her pussy and ass leaking the aphrodisiacs that the droids injected instead of semen. She no longer knew where one orgasm began and the other ended. Her mind was simply blank with pleasure, eager to please. When she was loaded into the **** transport to be taken away she felt nothing but excitement.