Episode III: The Lust Jedi

With Talon now properly subdued and converted, Rob was able to turn his attention towards other targets. Namely, the two other beauties that came from a galaxy far, far away. Having already seen weakness in Barriss and planting his own seeds of doubt, it was easy enough to convince the two to play along with what he had in mind. In this case, Rob suggested that they have a private dinner, just the two of them, to reconnect and relax. Though, from Barriss' perspective, the evening could easily be misconstrued as a date, something which made the Mirailan girl both nervous and giddy.

And neither alien girl had to lift a finger for their night in, as Rob promised he would take care of everything himself personally. And by that, he meant he would delegate all the grunt work to his slaves. The kitchen was Brigitte's domain, and his little Swedish ****-wife was happy to whip up a feast at her husband's command. But he also knew he had been putting a lot on Brigitte's lap since her conversion, being the only domestic for the entire household with occasional help, Rob thought she could use some help.

"How is the duck coming along, Chun-Li, dear?" Rob asked, standing aside in a corner of the bustling kitchen, watching his women work with pride and satisfaction.

"Cooked to perfect temp, sweetie." Chun-Li replied sweetly from her position, bent over at the waist, retrieving something from the oven. "I'm just letting it rest before I slice it."

Shy and submissive as she had been, Rob had thought it a perfect role for Chun-Li to join Brigitte in Stepford bliss. Much like the former mechanic, a few choice words transformed the martial artist into the perfect picture of domestic beauty, East meets West and sexy meets homey, dressed in her tight, short qipao worn beneath a spotless white apron, showing off plenty of leg including her iconic muscular thighs. On those heavenly legs, Chun-Li elegantly glided through the kitchen on her cherry red pumps, the exact same shade of red as her lipstick, those plump, kissable lips formed into a heavenly, dreamy smile as she toiled away for her man.

"Everything smells great, girls." Rob said, unable to contain the smile on his face from having such beautiful women at his disposal. Such strong, independent women crush and re-shaped into a pair of submissive housewives. "I am definitely taking the two of your cuties to bed tonight as a reward for you all your hard work."

"Oh, Robbie." Brigitte flashed a smile and then giggled alongside Chun-Li, but she did hold her head up high at the compliment. Her red hair now bound into a singular long braid, she flicked it forward so that it dangled over the front of her shoulder. "The smile on your face is reward enough for the two of us. It's a pleasure to serve your every need, after all."

Taking a few steps across the kitchen floor, Rob snaked his way to Brigitte's side, giving her a firm smack on the butt. "But what if I were to tell you I need you two cuties bouncing up and down on my cock all night long?" Brigitte blushed rather fiercely, enough red to mask her freckles, biting her lip but also shimmying her hips to be as close to Rob as possible.

"Well, if that's the case, I suppose me and Chun-Li have to take one for the team, don't we?" Then, in a soft, heated whisper, Brigitte added, "You're so bad, hubby. Mmm, I like it when you're bad."

"Well, the sooner we get this done, the sooner you can see just how bad I am, honeybun." Taking a hold of her braid, Rob guided Brigitte forward into a brief kiss, a promise of more to come. "Now, you've both laced everything with our special ingredient, correct?"

"Certainly, sir." Chun-Li replied, holding up a small glass phial. "Everything has plenty of dashes in it. Our guests are sure to love everything we serve tonight. It'll drive them wild!"

The liquid in the phial was bright, neon pink and so sharply pungent that it was still plenty noticeable over all the other scents in the kitchen, smelling of strawberries and cinnamon. The black-market aphrodisiac Rob had used on Hermoine and her friends did the trick, but he felt like he needed something more, especially when dealing with alien biology. So he had Zatanna whip up this batch of super-charged love juice, lacing all of the food being served tonight, just to give him the extra edge to turn the ladies from a galaxy far, far away...

Speaking of said galaxy, Rob was not the only guest in the kitchen observing Brigitte and Chun-Li. Talon, stripped of her title and will, now his **** and apprentice, stood nearby Rob like a shadow, engrossed in Rob's patter with his Stepford slaves. Now that she was enlightened in the way of corruption, and knowing what these two were like beforehand, her eyes danced across the two domesticated muscle-sluts, daydreams clearly sparkling within her eyes. With her blood red skin being her most striking feature, Rob had ordered Talon to go without most clothing as his apprentice, the Twilek now dressed only in tiny black pasties across her nipples, the barest hint of a thong, a big collared that read "Bitch" along the tag.

"May I join you in this, Master?" Talon asked in harsh, husky tones. "I would love for the Jedi to be my first conquest."

"No." Rob pronounced immediately, not even sparing his newest pet a glance. "They still see you as a Sith, they would be nothing but suspicious of you. Besides that fact, you have been a constant failures in your sexual trainings, Talon, you have yet to earn such a reward."

Talon bowed her head. "Yes, Master. As you say. I promise to do better." Despite being such a hellion prior to her conversion, Talon had taken to her role as Rob's apprentice like a fish to water, entirely loyal to him, compliant to his orders and submissive to his judgments.

"Hmm... on your hands and knees, like the bitch you are, for starters." No sooner had Rob spoke did Talon obey, falling to all fours with impossible movements, languid body flowing like water. "And, speaking of slaves that deserve a reward, when they're finished cooking, you'll pleasure Chun-Li and Brigitte with your mouth, understood?"

"Of course, my Master."

"Ooh, Robbie!" Chun-Li cooed in delight, before making her way to her man, hips swaying with each step. "You're so good to us."

"You're the best husband and Master a woman could ask for." Brigitte concurred, moving in a similarly seductive fashion. Both domesticated house-slaves now stood to either side of Rob, arms around his chest and shoulders, their movements mirrored as they went in for a kiss, planting lips on his cheeks. As they did, they both cocked one leg outward to a perfect right angle. "Isn't is so much better to have a man do all the thinking for us, anyways, Chun-Li?" Brigitte purred with a scandalously lascivious smile, to which Chun-Li coquettishly covered her mouth and giggled.

"Absolutely! I am much happier being Rob's sweet and submissive China doll than a street fighter or report or cop or whatever silly thing I was before!"

Rob felt his loins stir at Chun-Li's misogynistic cheer, at how seamless she had fallen into her new role, just as Brigitte had before her. He gave both of his Stepford slaves a firm pat on the bum. "And I'm much happier with the two of you like this, Sugartits." Rob gave Brigitte a kiss. "Chunny-Bunny." And then one for Chun-Li. "Now, then, let's **** us some hot alien sluts and add a few more sisters for you gal, shall we?"

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With the setting sun colouring the sky in radiant hues of violet and orange, it's trailing rays sparkling off the surface of Rob's pool, the setting outside on the veranda was the perfect setting for a romantic evening between two longtime friends, about discover more of themselves...

But that was not the case, Barriss had to remind herself constantly. That wasn't going to happen. This was just a nice, quiet evening with her and Ahsoka, free from the strangeness of this world and this home. It was just a dinner between friends that had grown somewhat distant, to reconnect and affirm, not discover and grow.

Nothing. More.

Still, if it was to be platonic and nothing more, Barriss could enjoy it. "This is nice." She said, after an awkward pause in conversation, the only sound between the two Jedi being the clattering of their cutlery and their soft chewing.

The food was... well, Barriss never expected Rob or his pet to be experts in Mirailan or Torgutan cuisine, so it wasn't her favourite, but it was shockingly very, very good. Everything tasted divine, practically singing on her tongue. Even the water was spectacular; cold and refreshing and bracing, perfect for such a warm evening. Especially since, as the evening drew longer, Barriss found herself growing warmer and warmer. By the time dessert came, she was flushed and practically sweating, finding herself panting between bites, and craving more and more ice cold water.

Ashoka smiled softly. "I was a little skeptical when you asked me here for dinner, Barris, but you're right. This has been a lovely evening." Barriss could see that her friend was overly warm, too, though she suffered it better than her. Not greedily gulping down water every other minute, and the creep of blush looked beautiful along her orange skin, the lustrous coat of sweat upon her gleaming wonderfully in the sunset, brightening her orange flesh and making her montrals and lekku look like they were glowing.

Lost in the reverie of admiring Ashoka, Barriss did not notice the Togruta eying her skeptically. "Though, I have been wondering, may I ask you about your attire?"

Despite previously being found in her cloak and headdress, for tonight, Barriss had switched into much more contemporary attire. Skinny jeans hugged her hips and slender legs, while a loose-fitting tanktop showed off much more green flesh than the girl normally did, bearing shoulder and midriff and a slight amount of cleavage from her pert bust. She even accessorized with a golden chain around her neck, matching earrings, and tasteful make-up in the form of eyeliner and black lipstick. If not for her green skin and the geometric tribal tattoos, Barriss could pass for a completely average twentysomething Earth girl.

At that comment, Barriss couldn't help but chuckle, seeing as what Ashoka was wearing: a tube top and miniskirt combo that Barriss had seen her friend wear on battlefield to battlefield across the galaxy.

"Well, I felt like something different tonight." Barriss said with a shrug. "Besides, I recently learned of a human colloquialism: 'When in Rome, do as the Romans do'." Ahsoka looked skeptical.

"And what is it these Romans do in Rome?"

"No, no! It means, when you're somewhere different, do what the native populace does." Barriss laughed, but saw Ahsoka only grow a little stern.

"Hmm, well, I don't think we should do everything the people here do..." She said, cynically and critically. Barriss swallowed her spirits and hopes, mutely agreed, and took another sip of water.

Fortunately, the night was nothing but pleasant, despite an odd comment directed at Rob Daily and his slaves. Every time the two girls in charge of service - tall and muscular, yet dressed in hyper feminine clothing, smiling and simpering and sickly sweet in demeanour - would come by to clean plates or present new dishes or refill water, Barriss could see the barely restrained disdain in Ashoka's eyes and body language. But, for herself, she could only look upon them with wonder and amazement. To be that happy and in love with another. Barriss could only imagine what it felt like...

She took another sip of water, feeling a pleasant tingling spread from her lips to her brain, down her spine, and then on through to her limbs, terminating at her fingers and toes. She let out a soft sigh which turned into a long moan, reclining in her chair, as the last of the dishes were taken away.

"Barriss, are you okay?" Ashoka asked, in all due concern.

"Oh, I feel... great!" A sly smile came across Barriss' painted lips, as she felt a wave of energy crash over her. Her heart was racing, her breaths coming deep and heavy, and she was sweating even more than before. The sun had fully set, casting the Earth in shadows, lit by a starry sky and half-moon, yet her engine was still running hot. "I feel amazing, Ashoka! I feel like..."

In a spur of madness, Barriss slipped from her chair and hopped up to the mostly vacant tabletop, carefully stepping around her water glass, as she took centre stage and began to roll her hips in rhythmic, undulating fashion, dancing along to the beat of the night and her body.

"Do you remember catching that informant at that club on Couruscant?" Barriss asked, as she twirled about, body writhing in a serpentine manner, hips and waist and curves and chests. She took great satisfaction in seeing Ashoka look at her, agog. She had her full attention. "All of those girls dancing on tables? All eyes on them? Can you imagine being one of them, Ahsoka?"

Ahsoka did not answer, continuing to gawk at her friend and her luscious body and lithe movements. She looked conflicted, wanting to disapprove, but enraptured by Barriss' dance. The blush across Ahsoka's face deepened, as she bit her lip.

Laughing happily and chasing those feelings, Barriss made her way to the opposite end of the table, extending an arm to invite Ahsoka to join her. It didn't take much, Ashoka almost mesmerized into a trance, as she took hesitant steps upwards to join Barriss, the younger Jedi immediately pressing her body against her friend, Barriss' sensual writhing dance meeting Ahsoka's own jerky, hesitant moments. Their bodies were both blazing supernovas at this point, searing hot as flesh mingled and brushed against one another. Barriss let out another hum of pleasure when their midriff's rubbed together, another pulse of pure pleasure spreading through her body.

"Barriss..." Ashoka finally managed to say, her voice coming out in a heated shudder. "This is... this is wrong. We're Jedi..."

"The Jedi are wrong." Barriss countered, cool and confident in action and speech. "We became warmongers and killers, forsaking our ideals. Why is it okay for use to foster war but not love?" Slight, tenders fingers fell atop Ashoka's shoulders, then slowly running down the length of her arms, until Barriss held Ahsoka's hands in her own. "Why is this wrong when it feels so good?"

The two stood together, swaying, for some time. Ashoka was speechless, groaning and murmuring under her breath.

With the Togruta paralyzed by indecision, it was Barriss who broke the ice again. "Besides, we're in a galaxy far, far away. The Jedi don't make the rules here." Leaning in, Barriss planted a soft kiss on Ashoka's lips. Standing so close, she could feel her melt, feel her tension release. Feel her heat blaze even more. "Ashoka... I want you..."

"Barriss...please..."

"Hmm? Please, what?"

With a shiver, Ashoka shut her eyes. "Please... show me... show me what we're suppose to do." One of Ashoka's hands drifted up and cupped Barriss' cheek. "When we're in love."

Barriss' heart swelled as euphoria took over, clouding her mind and guiding her actions, the ancient, primitive desire for companionship and physical release present in all beings guiding the naïve, inexperienced Jedi in her first romantic twist. There was grinding. There was groping. There licking and kissing and touching. Panting and moaning. Barriss quickly lost her shirt, revealing she wasn't wearing anything beneath it, as well as her flawless green skin and small, pert breasts.

At some point, Barriss touched her own womanhood for the first time in her life, overwhelmed by the sheer electric pleasure and then spurned for more. Daring, she did the same to Ashoka, enjoying watching her longtime friend writhe and moan, eyes rolling in the back of her sockets, as the Togruta experience a sudden orgasm. The heat and the tingling became insane, Barriss imagining she was both boiling alive and drowning, but hardly caring. If she and Ashoka were to burn out in a glorious flare of love, then that was a fine way to end it, she thought. But she didn't want to go before becoming intimately familiar with all of Ahsoka's splendid, athletic body.

Lips and tongues mashed together in wild, untamed bliss, as the two neophytes explored and experimented. Teeth gnashed together, grinding unpleasantly, occasionally biting down on a tender part of their lover. Fingers and palms explored every inch of skin, looking for the parts that made their lover and themselves howl in desire and need. Clothing was discarded, as the needs of the flesh became the only need the two Jedi wanted, exposing breast and buttock and wet, virgin slits. And, at the sight of Ashoka's orange labia, lips swollen with long-overdue release, dripping and juicing steadily, Barriss could not contain herself. With a primal surge forth, she barreled her taller, strong friend over, Ashoka flat against the table, and dove straight in. Lips and tongue fell upon another set of lips, Barriss taking a long, raking lap over the exterior of Ashoka's pussy, savouring the taste of her most intimate orifice.

Ashoka threw her head back and cried out in impossible pleasure, back arching as Barriss went for seconds, then thirds. Ahsoka's voice grew higher and louder, straining into the harmonious sounds of a lover's moan. Lost in the moment, she forget where she was or who might hear or see them. For the two Jedi, the whole world was only them, drowning in moonlight, throwing dusty precepts and rules to the wind, as the embraced each other and themselves, wholly and without restraint.

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It was only bare seconds between Barriss' wholehearted muff-diving before Ashoka came again, but the sensations caused those seconds to stretch to near eternity. As did the aftermath, time dilated and warped by the soft patter and panting coming from the two, the heat of their lust-addled bodies combined to be a roaring inferno, their rapid heartbeats synching together, and then lost for eternity as Barriss and Ashoka locked eyes.

But eternity then turned into a singular moment, as when the two looked up to see each other, they also saw one Rob Daily watching them, fully nude and fully erect. Stroking his chin, upon his lips he wore an expression of pride mixed with satisfaction, but his eyes sparkled in beneath the half-moon and field of stars, radiating lust, desire, and the thrill of conquest.