Episode I: The Slut Awakens

After her **** and detainment, Talon was surprised to find herself released without condition, free to wander the halls and grounds of the manor house once more. Such foolishness. Now she had ample time and opportunity to finish what she started and kill the lumbering oaf who called himself "Master-

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-She just didn't want to anymore. Talon no longer saw the point in such a petty act. However, should could also try to get **** and the she-beasts that assaulted her, and upon the fat man's pet witch-

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-But not right now. They might be a bunch of doting slavegirls, but even Talon had to admit the powers and abilities of these women. Without her Lightsaber and her connection to the ****, she imagined she would struggle to best them in combat. So, her **** would have to wait.

Unfortunately, without **** or **** to occupy her, Talon fell into a terrible ennui. She spent most of her days in the manor skulking about, looking for something to alleviate her boredom, and failing to do so. An idyllic, domestic setting tinged with erotic energy like the manor had very little to offer a Sith warrior such as her.

Then, one afternoon, as Talon stomped and scowled her way through the hallways of the manor, a voice called out from ahead. Normally, whatever these foolish slaves concerned themselves did nothing for Talon but now, as she drew closer and listened, it was a voice she was largely unfamiliar with and she seemed to speaking to herself in sustained conversation. That was enough to pique her curiosity, as Talon slithered forward to the threshold.

The room was the art room of Talon's captor, as if he wasn't enough of a twit, but he flittered his time away making art - ugh, disgusting - but it had been taken over by a young woman with silvery white hair, dressed in black leathers. She sat at the computer terminal at the far end of the room, wearing a large set of headphones and speaking into a large microphone.

"...Ladies, as I have said dozens of times, there are two criteria for a worthy master: they must be able to financially support you and they must genuinely love and care for you. If, like the scenario Annette as presented us, your so-called 'master' has barely given you anything to support yourself with and is already eyeing future women for his 'harem', walk away and find someone better. You deserve better! Just because we women are weak-willed bitches in need of a firm hand, doesn't mean we have to settle or give up on love!"

Cocking her head, Talon watched, mesmerized by what she saw. Clearly, this woman in black was having a conversation with others, but she could only hear this end. Between that and the nature of the conversation and vulgar choice of words made it oddly engrossing, but she couldn't say why.

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"To end off this episode, let's do some Q&A, shall we." The woman, Daenerys Targaryen Talon eventually recalled, said into the microphone sometime later. "TurningTrix writes 'Dear Submitting Women, I am a young African-American woman who has awoken to enjoying submitting to men. I genuinely enjoy your show and your philosophy, so thank you for that'. You're most welcome, Trix. 'However, most of my fantasies involve submitting to Caucasian men. My question being, is it wrong for me to indulge in this race fetish of mine? Am I betraying my race and culture by doing so'?"

Daenerys leaned back in her chair, turning ninety degrees, reclining in her glory and pivoting so that Talon could see her face. See the other glee, bordering on madness, she projected as she spoke about women submitting to slavery. Wide-opened eyes and a smile sharper than steel. Then, Talon saw her run her hands down her body, paying particular attention to her breast and crotch, soft moans escaping as she fondled said body parts. How odd...

"You should feel zero shame in any of that, Trix." Daenerys declared fervently. Talon couldn't remember Sith initiates showing such deranged glee. "Whatever the form your submission and obedience takes, it is okay. If what you desire to submit to a white man, then that is okay! Enjoy it! Embrace it! Express your womanhood in the most natural way possible! Now, then...

"CuriousOutEast writes 'Dear Submitting Women. I have been a housewife my entire adult life, never working a day since I was twenty-three. Recently, my husband died, leaving behind a substantial inheritance for me and my stepson. When I was younger and first wedded my husband over a decade ago, my stepson was in the middle of the throes of puberty and I could tell was attracted to me. Now, he is an adult, very handsome, and quite wealthy. Should I attempt to seduce him and become his **** to ensure my financial security? Please, any help would be appreciated'."

This time, Daenerys chuckled, shaking her head. "First, okay, let me say this. My family knows quite a lot about ****, and a stepmother and stepson? That is not ****. Not that I would say 'no' even if he were your flesh and blood son. This sounds like a perfect opportunity to me, CuriousOutEast. Though, you don't necessarily need to seduce him. You can just speak to him, adult to adult, and present your proposition. If what you say about your stepson is true, I can't imagine him saying 'no', either."

This continued for some time - Daenerys answering questions from anonymous strangers and then monologuing about the glory of female enslavement. Talon found herself compelled to watch the entire performance, hanging on every word from the misogynistic ex-queen. Her mouth was dry as Tatooine, with her heart racing. Her skin felt flush, her entire body burning up.

When she finished, Daenerys sighed contently, removing her headphones and shaking her hair out. She pivoted on her chair again, this time catching sight of Talon, standing paralyzed in the door's threshold. "Oh, it's you." She said, snidely, looking Talon up and down. "One of the Master's freaks. What do you want?"

Normally, such a tone and choice of words would be met with ****. Instead, Talon just took an uneasy step forward. "What was that? What is all of this?"

"An internet radio show I host with fellow like-minded women, who also believe women are born inferior to men." Daenerys explain, flippantly. "We talk about our lives, offer tips on being better slaves, criticize women who pretend they have free will, and then help other women come to terms with these new feelings they have."

Talon swallowed. "And they enjoy that? Being told that they're just chattel? Being corrupted, controlled, enslaved?" Why did those words ring so familiar?

Daenerys, seemingly bored with the conversation, swung about on the chair's axis, wrapping a strand of hair around her finger. "Why would they not? Women are meant to serve, we're just playthings for our Masters." Amethyst eyes alighted on Talon. "And, I guess, with Master's newest pets, it's not just human women either, demon."

"I'm a Twilek..." Talon growled, finding her resistance for the first time in forever.

"I hardly care. Tell me, demon-bitch, did eavesdropping on my latest show awaken something in you? Are you a budding **** in training for our Master?" Daenerys flashed a cat-like smile. "I can help train you, if you'd like?"

"'A-awaken'?" Talon stammered over the word, once more feeling it reverberate across herself. It just felt-

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-so oddly right!

Talon stormed away in a hurry, Daenerys' mocking laughter echoing in her wake. Shame and anger bubbled in her, but the predominant emotion within her heart was confusion. A sudden madness seemed to surge through her, as she had to find the root of this new discovery.

Snatching away a tablet computer, Talon found herself a quiet, secluded corner to dive into her madness in peace. She would not give any of the other sluts milling about the pleasure of seeing her dive into such frivolity. She already knew of humanity's predilection towards pornography, so it didn't take her much time to find an appropriate site, being able to search "genres" of pornography.

So, Talon typed in "corruption" and was instantly rewarded for her curiosity. Thousands of images, lovingly crafted in all of their erotic glory, dedicated to depicting female corruption. Real women or fictional, it didn't matter, depicting them becoming sluts and sex-slaves, punks and thugs, monsters and demons and all sorts of dark things. Talon's eyes, normally held half open in detached boredom, opened wide as possible, taking in every single pixel on her screen, burning those images into her mind's eye

Lost in her reverie, Talon was ignorant to the fact she was salivating over the images of corrupted, twisted, erotic women. Literally drooling over them! She was, however, very aware of the heat spreading through her body, blooming in her heart and then radiating all over, burning most intensely between her legs. Her crotch. Her vagina.

Pussy. Twat. Slit. Cunt. Cock-slot. Fuckhole. Unused and ignored, Talon felt her hands drift further south down her body towards the wet, oozing opening that was begging for attention. She remember being fingered by the witch Zatanna, but her mind solely focused on the pleasure that came from it, not the humiliation at being overpowered and violated.

A wet, **** sound rose from her throat, as her fingers traced her lips, surprising Talon herself that she could make such a sound. Her chest heaved and her back arched, as sheer electric pleasure exploded across her body, having denied herself such carnal experiences for so long. Strong, graceful fingers made quick circular motions along the exterior of her pussy lips, Talon squirming and mewling like a bitch in heat, her hips bucking as a thick, viscous liquid squirted from her puffy red cunt. Her mind went blank from the undeniable power of the orgasm, empty her of thought and opening her mind's eye to replay all of the images she just mainlined into her brain.

Writhing on the floor, Talon rode her climax out, reduce to little more than a panting beast, rutting for pleasure, all these things she use to hate.

"More... more...! Need more, want more...!"

For hours, Talon did nothing more than watch porn and goon herself into mindless bliss. Corruption was her favourite, to be certain, but soon she educated herself to other genres. Transformation porn, mind control porn, **** and domination and bondage and all sorts of wonderfully lewd things that had just one thing in common: they involved women falling and submitting, being **** or **** into a life of debauchery, transformed into something far more twisted than they ever could imagine, all for the pleasure of a supreme Master.

Just like Talon.

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