Sweet Victory

"...In that case, what is a 'stepford', then, Master?" Talon asked Rob, the two of them walking through the halls of his manor. Chun-Li and Brigitte giggled in their wake as they exited the kitchen.

"Huh? What?" Rob asked in confusion. They were midway through a conversation regarding Talon's training when she dropped this non-sequitur on him.

Talon waved off-handedly back at the kitchen. "Those two. You referred to their transformation as 'Stepfordization'. What then, is a stepford?"

"Uh, it's nothing. The term 'Stepford wife' comes from a movie. Sorta defined the term and entered the culture zeitgeist."

Talon nodded, slowly, eyes dull and flat. "Yes, I see, then..." Across the way, Ney-Ney and Cynthia and Shulkie were happily and dumbly giggling together, taking group selfies while modelling clothes from their latest shopping trip. "And those ones. They are... bimbos, is the word, yes? Bimboization makes them incredibly stupid."

"Bimbofication." Rob corrected sharply, punctuated with a swat on Talon's lean rear. "But, yes, you have the principle. A bimbo is incredibly stupid and incredibly horny. And it can mean other things." He leered wolfishly at Ney-Ney. "Like how I turned her into a shallow, materialistic human-loving party girl."

Talon too took a moment to eye Ney-Ney, the Na'vi entirely transformed from what she once way. "Indeed, even I found her insufferable. But, what is the point of making a bimbo? If they are already your ****, wouldn't it be better for them to be intelligent and competent?"

"Because it's hot!" Rob's impassioned answer was met with a blank stare. He sighed and shook his head. "Listen, my naïve apprentice, sometimes, enslavement and corruption isn't enough. Sometimes, you have to deliver an ironic twist to really revel in your victory. She-Hulk is wicked smart but also a little promiscuous, Cynthia is scarily competent and composed, and Neytiri was proud of herself and her culture. Turning all of them into emptyheaded blonde sex-pets was just too delicious to pass up!"

A glint of cruelty shone in Talon's eyes and in her slight smile. "I suppose I can see the logic in that. The pleasure from not only enslaving an enemy but turning them into their opposite." A dark chuckle sounded in her throat, as Rob stopped to chat with Sansa and Arya Stark, the latter of whom was on all fours, clad in a dog-ear headband, a dog-tail butt plug, rubber-latex stockings on her limbs to protect them and nothing else. Walking on all fours, Arya was very much nothing more than pet puppy for Sansa to play with, barking and yipping happily while Rob pet her and played with naked body. Holding her sister's leash, Sansa looked beyond smug and proud.

"Then, beyond my general service to you, what would you inflict upon me? Talon asked after departing the Stark girls, Sansa going to Arya on a walk around the property. "Bimbofication? Stepfordization? Some other sort of -fication or -ization that I am ignorant to?"

Rob's answer was a stiff backhand that did little to Talon, barely rocking her off pace. "Hmm, you're a chatty little cunt today, aren't you?" While he still had some level of affection for the former Sith, Rob was more than willing to be a bit more abusive and misogynistic to Talon than anyone else in his harem. Reacting upon lingering trauma, he supposed.

"Apologies, oh great Master." Talon said with all due sincerity, bowing deeply to Rob. "I simply wish to learn and better myself in my role as your apprentice. I will submit to any punishment you desire to dole out, my lord."

Still bent over at the waist, Rob reached out to cup Talon's head, running his hand over her smooth, flawless skin and then down the length of one of her lekku. "I do appreciate your eagerness to learn, apprentice. But patience, please. All good things come in time. I did not build this harem in a day, after all."

Overwhelmed by his magnanimousness, Talon fell to her hands and knees, prostrating herself before Rob. "You are far too kind to an ignorant xeno-slut like me, Master."

That made Rob smile. As a general rule, most of the fictional women he crushed on, summoned to this world, and enslaved, were good. Kind and sweet and gentle. Capable of great anger when moved, yes, but mostly good. So seeing such a rotten bitch like Talon transformed into a whimpering, submissive servant like this was truly a special treat. He had never planned to take on an apprentice, and honestly didn't know which direction he would take with it, but he planned to have fun with this new role and with the Twilek, regardless.

But, there were more important things to deal with, as Rob lead Talon to his master bedroom. Now that Ahsoka and Barriss were maddingly in love with each other and even more slavishly in love and devoted to him, he had one last loose end to tie up regarding his visit to Area-51, that being Captain Amelia Smollett. To the good Captain's credit, she had largely been under the radar since her arrival, the only incident being her attempted rooftop escape and scuffle with Zarya. Zatanna had said she would take care of it, but Rob had seen hide nor hair of the feline beauty since then.

So, the question would be, what to do with a proud, self-motivated, headstrong ship's captain who seemingly had a negative outlook on any sort of erotic escapades and sexual shenanigans?

Deep in thought regarding this conundrum, Rob was quite surprised when Talon opened his bedroom door for him (as a **** should do for her owner) and he found the focus of his thought spread atop his grand bed, waiting for him.

"Ah, there you are, sir..." Amelia greeted in a shockingly sinful purr. "I was just thinking we needed to.... talk." She smiled, flashing her fangs, and giving him the most come hither look in the history of come hither looks.

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Spread atop the bed like a pin-up model, Amelia's normally impeccable outfit now disheveled and different, both in the ****. Clad only in a tight corset that pushed up her great, heaving bust, a skimpy whisper of a thong, and long, thigh-high platform boots, looking exactly like the so-called spaceport floozies she use to rail against. Branded on the fur of her upper thigh was a skull and crossbones tattoo, too, suggesting a change of allegiance and attitude in addition to outfit.

Rising in languid, sensual grace, Amelia stretched her long, sinuous limbs before leaping from the bed and making her way towards Rob, sashaying and swaying with every step. Rob's eyebrows rose upward, reaching their peak in a hurry, as he watched the seen play out with bemusement, but also anticipation. To see where this was going. He had a sense this was Zatanna's handiwork, and while he had explicitly told her to let him deal with the alien girls, he figure he could allow her this one. He let Amelia approach him without word or action, Talon standing by, still and silent like a red shadow.

"I think we need to talk business, stud..." Amelia voice, still quick and posh as ever, came out in a low, amorous rumble, as she walked fingers up the length of Rob's chest.

"Oh? And what business might that be?"

The good Captain chuckled, shaking her head and bearing her fangs once more. "Playing coy are we? Well, let me remember. You hired me, the illustrious Amelia "Captain Bitch" Smollett, the most feared and infamous slaver in across all seven galactic seas, to kidnap and escort these little minxes to your home so you can add them to your harem." Her eyes shifted over to Talon, lovingly running up every inch of bare flesh the Twilek proudly wore. "I did my job with aplomb, as always, and now I expect payment for services rendered."

So, that was the deal. Zatanna had completely scrambled her brain and turned Amelia into her total opposite. A parody of the once proud captain, the cool professional now a cruel, sexual creature. How wonderfully germane to the conversation he was just having with Talon. Speaking of said apprentice, Rob could see a thin, dagger-like smile plastered on her face, having also clued in on what was going on.

Playing along with Amelia and her new perspective on things, Rob drew on a curious face. "And what sort of payment did you have in mind?"

"Well, I had a few ideas when I took the job, however..." Amelia's eyes ran up and down Rob's body, sparkling with appreciation. Another purr rumbled in her throat, as the now naughty catgirl played with her thin thong, the other hand squeezing a great, big, furry tit. "I can appreciate a man who enjoys the finer things in life. Good food, good drink, good women and, well, a man who can keep this many slaves in line... that's sort of a weakness of mine. So, I think an alternate arrangement is in order."

"You are far too kind, Captain. I do the best that I can with my harem, but it's always nice to hear such appreciative words from someone so beautiful as you." Rob took Amelia in his arms, holding her by the small of her back, dipping her backwards, and planting a hot kiss on the hollow of her throat, enjoying the scent and sensation of her soft, silky fur. "So, I think I have the perfect arrangement for both of us.

"You retire from your position as Captain and slaver and join my little family, able to enjoy all the wonderful things you love so much - the best food, the best drink, and the best women - as my pretty titty kitty pirate fucktoy. Maybe, on occasion, I'll send you out into space to pick up some more xeno-sluts for us the enjoy. But for the most part, you'll just be another **** for my pleasure, living a life of submission and luxury."

Still mid-dip, Rob could see the heat cloudy over Amelia's eyes, see her chest rise and fall in heavy, steady breaths, even watching her eyelids flutter after what must have been a particularly saucy fantasy. He planted another kiss on her neck. "So, what do you say, Captain?"

Amelia's answer came even before she was fully upright and level. "I say why are we both still in these stuffy clothes... Master?"

The sex that followed could only be described as animalistic. Amelia was every bit as verbose and passionate a lover as she was a person, writhing and moaning with every move, loudly yowling and crying from every thrust and touch, it made for an exciting time, if nothing else. Her body, too, was divine, strong and lithe and hot and so very, very flexible. With her preternatural feline grace, Amelia could balance on one heeled-clad foot with the other held up vertically, pressed to her shoulder, and hold that position for minutes at a time as Rob pounded her throbbing, hungry cunt.

"Oh, yes, yes! You fucking brute! **** my slutty, pirate pussy! Claim me as yours, Master! You're the captain, now, you're the captain, you bitch-breaking, virgin-****, ****-making Adonis!" Spittle and words rattled off from Amelia's tongue in rapid procession, her back pinned against a bedroom wall, as Rob held her up and ploughed into her. "Fuckmefuckmefuckmeusmeusemusemerapemeraperapemeeeee!!!" Rob hissed as he felt her sharp, feline claws dig into his back. Only a flesh wound, it felt like, but the jolt of pain spurred him on even further.

"Hey, bitch!" He grunted towards Talon, sitting down in a corner, watching the entire show with wide, bright golden eyes, touching herself as her Master took his newest pet. "You've been watching so patiently, I think I'll give you a little reward. Come over here and I'll fuck that hot red pussy of yours while you clean out the Captain's holes."

Overjoyed, Talon shuddered, stroking her own clit. "It would be my pleasure, my lord..."

Holding onto her lekku like handlebars, Rob took Talon from behind while his apprentice dutifully tongue Amelia, switching between her soiled pussy, still gushing their Master's cum, and her virgin, untouched asshole. Nowhere near as loud as Amelia's howling, Talon's happy grunts made for the perfect undercurrent to Rob and Amelia's raucous lovemaking.

"You look good eating cunt and licking ass, Talon." Rob said in-between thrusts into Talon's own deep, wet hole. "Do you like it?"

"Hmm, I like serving you, sir." Talon thrummed in between darting licks of anus and pussy. "If serving you means fucking other sluts, then I can come to enjoy that, too..." Twisting herself suddenly, Talon turned to face Rob. "And, I must say, this new Captain Amelia is a wonder." A very wolfish smile came to Talon's face. "This is what I live for now. Perverting and twisting beautiful women. All for your pleasure, of course, oh great Master..."

Holy shit, Rob thought for a brief moment. He may have created a monster. A monster wholly loyal to him and dedicated to serving and advancing his harem, but a monster all the same.

Oh well! He tugged sharply on her lekku, causing the corruption-obsessed Twilek to screech like a hellion. He released one hand from the tendril and palmed the back of Talon's head, shoving it roughly into Amelia's twat. "You look better with your tongue buried in a hole, you worthless star whore..."

The three continued for hours, a sinful symphony of lust conducted by Rob. Soon thereafter, it would grow, as curious visitors were attracted by the sheer overwhelming noise, Rob's breaking in of a new slut turning into an orgy. It was another great day in his life as a harem master, and another milestone, with all of his Area 51 chicks now under his thumb most definitively. Most men in his situation would quit while they were ahead, basking in the beauty of over sixty slaves to their name. But Rob was not most men, not one to quit or rest on his laurels. There was more work to be done...

And, unfortunately, there were changes to be made. Things could never stay the way forever. Change and growth were the way of life. Rob's harem had grown rapidly, and still had plenty more room to grow, too. It meant he had to keep on top of things, be adaptable, and be ready to accept change.

Because now was the time for change and advancement. For both Rob and Zatanna.

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A shorter one today, I think. I'm at the point of the story right now where, while I still very much enjoy this story and writing for it, I keep find myself going "Oh, I can't wait until I get to this part" or "I really, really wish I could start on this scene/chapter/arc right now!"

There's going to be a little change both in-story for Rob and his harem, and for formatting and how things are presented, as we are about to hit some big changes and development very soon. Look forward to it and I hope you all enjoy it!