The long road ahead

Trace no longer known how much time has passed since she entered the transport. The **** circulating within her system were still affecting her senses, although the effects were beginning to fade away. However, while the aphrodisiacs faded, the vibrator inside her pussy still tormented her greatly, along with her sisters. With the desires slightly dulled, concern and fear quickly joined filled the spaces of her mind as she and those under her command were taken to some unknown location by their enemy.

As the ride continued, Trace's thoughts went to the others fighting on the front lines, and to Captain Silvana. With her position overrun and the Lieutenant interrogated into revealing her superiors location, Trace couldn't help but worry for the captain she respected. However, in her current predicament, all she could do was simply hope that the Republic forces in the planet wouldn't be overrun through her failure and that they'll send help for her troopers.

As the transport came to a stop, Trace's thoughts and worries were temporally forgotten as she now thought about what would happen to herself and the clones who followed her command. After a short moment, the **** transport's hatch opened up, revealing 2 squads of droids waiting outside with blasters aimed at the naked clones. When the clones were brought outside, the droids started binding them together with collars connected by energy chains and started leading them off in groups of 20.

As Trace left the droid machine, her fears were replaced with horrors as, looking around, she noticed that they had been brought upon a Trade Federation star ship. All around her Trace could see hundreds of other clones off loaded from droid ships onto the freighter with more arriving, all of them with vibrators in their wet cunts like those who she commanded. As she waited for the droids to bind her, she watched as her sisters from several different fronts were delivered and collected by droids before being lead away. After several minutes of watching, Trace felt a droid grab her head and fit a collar around her neck before doing the same with the clone behind her. A moment later, she and those who were chained with her felt a tug as a droid holding the end of the energy chain pull, forcing the nude women to follow, with droids escorting them.

Walking through the halls of the Separatist vessel, Trace followed her sisters in bindings to wherever the droids were leading them. As they followed, she could see several groups of clones in the same situation walking along side them while more droids marched the other direction, possibly to escort more of her comrades. Looking behind her, Trace could see another group of clones following behind her. As she watched her sisters, she spotted someone who stood out from the familiar faces. It was her commanding officer, Captain Odila Silvana. Seeing her filled the Lieutenant with dread, confirming that the information she gave up lead to the fall of the Republic's position in the city. Taking a glance to her legs, Trace could see a trail of red coming from her snatch, possibly from the droids questioning her when she was captured. A tug of the chain pulled Trace's attention away from her captain and back to the line.

Along the way to their destination, the clones started passing several rooms where more of their sisters were being escorted inside. As they moved through the hall, they could see their sisters being secured to the restraints inside. Behind many closed doors, she could hear her comrades screaming and moaning as the droids inflected whatever they did to **** and torment them. Crossing one, Trace could see several containers sitting sitting to the sides of each room before moving on.

After several minutes of being directed by the droid escort,they were finally lead into a cell. As both the lines of troopers entered, the droids moved to started unbinding each clone before re-securing them to the restraints on the walls, removing their vibrators as they did so. Waiting for her turn, Trace saw a several similar containers she noticed when passing the other cells sitting on the floor in the middle of the room. As a droid came and dragged Trace to the wall to restrain her along side her sisters, with her captain opposite to her, she could only wonder in fear what would happen to them next.

With the last clone secured to the wall, the droids approached the containers and opened them. Reaching inside, they started pulling out, to the horror of everyone there, dildos, nipple clamps and more, smaller vibrators. The sight of them alone installed a new level of fear to each clone in the room as they watch more droids collect pieces from either box. With their tools in hand, the droids started walking up to each clone, before sliding a dildo into their cunts, placing nipple clamps on each tit and attaching vibrators over every clit, with the clones only being able to moan in response. After placing all the tools onto one female, they returned to collect more and continued their work. When it came to Trace, she could only helplessly squirm as the droid reached down and slid a tool inside her pussy and attaching the clamps onto her breasts then strapping a vibrator onto her clit, thankful that it wasn't activated just yet. After she had received each piece, the droid moved to do the same with the sister beside her.

As the droids finished equipping the final clone with their **** tools, the droids began marching out of the cell, save for one, possibly a command droid, pressing on a control pad. With the clones watching their enemy leave, the final metal soldier entered something onto the pad and a hissing noise was heard coming from the vents above and below. A short while later, the gas started reaching the clones, causing them to become flustered and a burning sensation formed between their legs. With no way to try and suppress the feeling, the women could only quietly moan constantly. With a final push of a button on the pad, the devices attached to each clone became active. The vibratos activated and started pleasuring their clits, the nipple clamps doing the same and vibrating and shocking their erect nipples and the dildos began self thrusting into their cunts. With the toys activated, every clone began moaning louder and some even started screaming. It's job finished, the droid left the cell, leaving the Republic troopers to their torment.

Trace's body was on fire with lust and desire. The gas, now believed to be a powerful aphrodisiacs was driving her mad with need, along with her sisters. The toys attached to their bodies added to the torment, further driving the female soldiers crazy. Trace herself could help but scream as her body was **** to endure this treatment. All around her, her sisters all suffered the same, trying desperately to find some way to state their lust. Many among them tried to fight the feeling, keeping their moans in and fighting back the pleasure. But it wouldn't be long before they too caved in and joined their comrades in a quire of moans and screams. Trace's own commander, Silvana, even began to scream and buck with pleasure, moving her body to try, yet fail, to end her suffering.

While she desired for release, to cum, she was unable to, same with her comrades. The gas, while it drove the women sex crazy, it also blocked their ability to orgasm. No matter how much the clones burned from the **** effect, of how much the devices worked on their bodies, they would not be able to achieve release. **** for the need to cum, however, Trace went about trying herself to set her own release. Trying her hardest to free her arms or legs from the restraints to rub herself, she had no luck breaking out from her bindings. Going to far as to try and rub her legs together, to get more from the toys to push her over the edge, Trace could only moan in defeat when she realized that it would be hopeless.

For now, all they could do is remain where they were and suffer the fate defeat has left them in.