Episode II: Submission of the Sith

"Go, Robbie, go! Do the... um, thingie? Win the game! Yay!"

"Oh wow, human video games are totes awesome Boo Na'vi! Yay humans!"

"Would you two ditzes shut up?" Arya hissed in frustration. "I'm trying to concentrate!"

"Don't mind her. She's just salty 'cause she's losing!" Nami taunted her opponent, earning another growl from the younger Stark.

"Shut up!"

"Maybe if you chose someone other than a stupid sword-bro?"

"Shut! Up!"

Rob leaned back in the couch, laughing uproariously at his ****'s spat, throwing his arms around Nami and Arya and cuddling them closely. For Rob, a harem wasn't just about mind-blowing sex all the time, it was about pleasure and recreation in general. So, today, he found himself squireled away in one of his game rooms, playing a few rounds of Super Smash Bros. with Nami and Arya.

With Cynthia and Ney-Ney behind him cheering him on as his own personal bimbo cheersquad. Because why not?

They were in the middle of a break between rounds, with Arya pouting, Nami fawning and attempting to seduce Rob, Cynthia taking selfies, and Ney-Ney double-fisting a tequila Red Bull in one hand and an iced coffee loaded with every kind of sugar syrup she could find in the other, when the air went out of the room.

Darth Talon walked in.

Rob felt his heart stop when his assailant appeared and he became all too aware that five-foot nothing Arya Stark was probably his best line of defense in this room. Talon seemed to sway on her feet, breathing heavily, eyes locked entirely on Rob. Her movements were so erratic, she almost slumped over completely, catching herself on the edge of the doorframe.

That caused Rob to pause, catch himself, and think. Looking at the Sith warrior and clearly seeing something was up. Talon didn't so much as walk in, but stagger along like she was drunk. While her golden eyes may have been entirely locked onto him, they were unfocused and wavering. She was entirely nude and her body glistened with sweat. And, after the past few months, Rob had become intimately familiar with the scent of female sexual emissions and Talon reeked of the stuff.

"Girls." Rob said slowly, a small smiling creeping along his features. "Give us the room for a bit, okay?"

Some minor protests followed from Nami and Arya, but Rob was quick to silent them and dismiss them all, his coterie filing out of the room, giving Talon as wide a berth as possible. As they exited, Rob saw the Twilek's eyes move over to them, looking them up and down, analyzing their bodies and demeanour.

"Those women..." Talon spoke in a hoarse voice, suddenly and without any preamble or pleasantries. "You... changed them, didn't you? Bodies? Minds?"

Rob narrowed his eyes, unsure of where she was going with this line of questions, but he figured honesty was the best option here. "Oh, yes, absolutely. Arya use to be fiercely independent, but now she is a lovesick puppy for me and her sister. Nami is mostly the same, only know hopelessly in love with me. Cynthia use to be a motivated, intelligent career woman, and you knew what Neytiri was like, and now the two of them are dumber than my Smart TV here."

Talon took two clumsy steps forward. "How? Why? The others...?"

"You're asking a lot of questions there, Talon. Maybe you should calm down and-"

"Me. Me. What... what are these feelings?" Eyes back to Rob, Talon licked her lips, a more seductive gesture than she had ever seen her do. One of her hands was idly right above her crotch. "My body is so hot. I feel so strange..."

"You're horny, dear." Rob stated, deadpan. "You're body is craving physical release. It's perfectly natural."

Talon only grunted at the analysis. "No. No. That's not me. I'm not some Hutt slavegirl or Coruscant streetwalker or... or..."

Then, Rob had a wicked comment, as he saw Talon's hesitancy and her dire grappling with her own sexuality. "Or some Twilek slut?" She flinched and Rob pounced on that weakness in a hurry. "Even out here, we know the infamy of the Twilek female. The most beautiful creatures in the galaxy and a notorious bunch of whore and sluts, flouncing about and showing off their sensual bodies." Now it was time for his eyes to run up and down Talon's lithe, sexy form. She flinched again, suddenly aware of her nakedness, and futilely tried to cover up. "And it looks like you're doing your race proud..." Rob stated in a lecherous purr.

Knees shaking and eyes wavering, Talon still found a shred of resistance to hold onto. Rob sighed. "Oh, I had problem with the Jedi and their views on sex, but the Sith are just as bad. There is more to life than **** and pain. Does the Dark Side not preach passion and glory and personal satisfaction?"

Much to his chagrin, Talon continued to clam up, shy away, resist. Frustrating beyond belief, especially since she had come to him. She had come to him talking about his power, his control, the girls...

Ding! Eureka.

"Talon... do you enjoy what I did to the others? Enslaved them, changed them? Corrupted them?"

A sharp intake of air and a sharper nod were the immediate answer, Talon's eyes brightening with interest. "Yes... yes!" She licked her lips again, hunger evident. "What you've done... the corruption... it's wonderful..." Her sigh was the stuff dreams were made of, Talon's hips shimmying in delight, as she lovingly embraced her own underused body.

With a dark chuckle, Rob channeled his inner Palpatine. He just wished he had a dark cloak and hood. "Would you care to join me, then, as apprentice? As a ****? Corrupting others into slaves like you?"

Swallowing hard, Talon had no other choice before her. "Yes... yes, my lord, I do..."

"Good, good." Rob grinned as maliciously and magnificently as he could manage, inclining his head upwards as a slight gesture of smug, supervillain superiority. "On your knees then. Forsake the Sith and pledge yourself to me, my apprentice."

"Master..." The word rolled off Talon's tongue like honey. Her grace returned to herself, as she swiftly took her place at her Master's feet, where she belonged. "I am no longer Sith. I am your shadow. I will gleefully assist in your capture, enslavement, and corruption of whoever you desire. Women exist to be your play-"

Talon was silence when Rob whipped out his cock, his half-erect member falling across her face with an audible SLAP. Talon gawked at the sight of it. The heat, the weight, the girth, the musk, the sheering fucking aura of her Master's cock. Her eyes wavered again, as she trembled beneath it, almost sinking lower on her knees as the hot fuckrod pressed down on her.

"You no longer wear the title of 'Darth'. You are a ****, a slut, and any number of other derogatory names I shall inflict on you." Rob took a hold of one of Talon's lekku, running his fingers along the edge, before winding the tip around his index finger in an idle manner. Talon shuddered and then bit her lip. "You will assist me in my mission, but you will also be trained to become a horny, cock-craving cum-loving sex ****. Like a proper Twilek."

Power flowed through Rob and his cock surged, growing in size and mass in steady spurts. Talon's eyes widened in shock as she shrank beneath the lengthening shaft and expanding balls, overwhelmed by it all. Rob's globular, pendulous testicles rubbed up against her mouth and chin, while width of his mast obscured the majority of her vision, the tip of it stretching all the way beyond her forehead, following the curvature of her skull. Now wilting beneath the hefty monstrous bitch-breaker, Talon's breath became increasingly laboured, exhaling through her nostrils in deep, animalistic huffs.

"You will revel as I warp the minds of bodies of others and will be happy when I alter your mind and body for my pleasure, corrupt you into my ideal version of you. If you fail me or disobey me, you will be punished. I'll have Zatanna turn you into a latex sexdoll, still possessing your mind, trapped, so you'll be helpless as me and my girls run a train on your slutty, fake holes." Shuddering again, Rob wondered if Talon was fearful of such a fate, or hopeful to experience it. "In return to your undying loyalty, you will experience a new aspect of the ****, far greater than your feeble dark side. You will drown in pleasure and never want to return. Do you understand and do you agree, bitch?"

Talon nodded eagerly, eyes sparkling once more, malice replaced by lust. "Yes, Master."

"Good, good... now, then for your first lesson... I will continue my gaming session with my girls. You will remain. You will not say a word. Your mouth will remained glued to my cock until I say otherwise, as my very own blowjob machine. You must not relinquish my cock until I say, no matter what." A creeping, wicked smile spread on Rob's face, trying to hide his own triumphant joy and temper it with the dark character he was playing. "Fail, and their will be consequences most dire, my apprentice."

Talon smiled as well, bright white teeth formed in a fully keen smile, genuinely excited and happy for the mission Rob laid out for her. "Yes, Master. As you command."

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