Wat Tambor

You decide to entertain Wat Tambor...

He is the foreman of the Techno Union, a galaxy sized corporation titan, which produces countless ships, weapons and all of that sort both for the Republic and the Separatists, as they are neutral on paper. Of course, the latter received them in greater numbers for a lower price.

You approach him, just as he had asked you to. He grabs your arm and carefully observes your body.

Tambor: Very high quality indeed! No permanent signs of restrains, disciplinary measures or abuses. Age is perfect, physical parameters well above average. You are an extraordinary asset indeed.

Lana: Thank you my lord...! I guess...!

Tambor (turning to Jereli): How did you obtain this one, slaver? Her muscularity speaks of a hardened physical training, but not the ordinary form keeping exercises.

Jereli: Ehm, yes, about that... She was a Mandalorian warrior once...!

You look at him and try to dissuade him of talking about your past, by your mimics alone. It fails, of course.

Tambor: Interesting, I have never met an enslaved Mandalorian girl... How is she hasn't committed suicide yet, like all her peers at the possession of other slavers?

Jereli: Ah, eehm... She was severely defeated in combat once, thus, she has lost all her honour and was honour bound to serve me. And I took her into my service as a ****. She would never dare to break that bond! Such honorary things are more important to these Mandalorians than their lives!

Tambor: Very well done slaver! I'll pay you 5, wait no... 10 thousand credits for her! She would make a very exotic asset in my collection!

Lana: (trying to raise an objection, but Jereli is faster): ...!

Jereli: No, she is not for sale my lord, I beg your pardon. She is one of my top sources of income you know, I would be a fool to sell her off like that!

Tambor: A shrewd businessman you are, I see. In that case, I'll have to enjoy my time with her as long as it lasts.

Jereli: Indeed my lord, all is paid, enjoy yourself!

Lana (rolling your eyes): ...

Tambor (waving his hand for Jereli to leave you alone): Now then... I have a little surprise for you. {if Naked SER2 = true}My droids have already examined your nipples back on the ship, I have some plans for them...{endif}{if Naked SER2 = false}My droids have already examined your friend's nipples back on the ship, by now carefully examining your body, I have come to the conclusion, that yours must be of the same perfect condition. I have some plans for them...{endif} Take your bra off, so that I may take a better look at them, myself!

Lana: As you wish...

You reach behind your back to undo your bra. When it's undone you slowly lower it to uncover your tits. He leans closer to look at them very closely, which you find very uncomfortable. Nobody has been observing your boobs up that close! He raises two of his fingers and starts poking your nipples until they become hard. He didn't have to do it for long, as they were already hardening by the fact he was looking at them. You look around, but nobody else is watching, everybody is busy talking, drinking or abusing other slaves. Ranvi was asked by Gunray to do a dance for him on the table. She at least has both parts of her bikini on her!

Lana (thinking): Heh, the lucky one... Meanwhile, I am stuck with this guy, who keeps poking my nipples and... auch! Hey!

He has grabbed one of them and started pulling it. He wasn't gentile at all, at least, he released it quickly.

Lana: Hey, that hurt...!

Tambor (meddling with his datapad): The hardness of them are desirable, pain levels adjusted... Alright, I have all the necessary infos to begin.

Lana: Begin...?

Tambor (handing you a pill): Eat it.

Lana: I don't think that's a good id...

Tambor: Eat it, or else.

Lana: (taking the pill) Fine...

You put it into your mouth and swallow it easily. You can't help but wonder what that was for... Meanwhile, he takes two rubber cups out of his backpack. They are connected, they look like a... Milking machine...?

Lana: Whm, sorry to ask, but is that a...?

Tambor: That's none of your concern. Just put them on your tits. Now.

Lana: Alright...

You place them on your nipples, they cover half of your boobs and fit perfectly. You cannot help but giggle when you ask him:

Lana: Sorry to ask but... You know, I am not pregnant to be producing any milk, sooo...

Tambor: That's no problem ****. Just make sure the cups are attached well.

Lana: They are...

Tambor (pressing a button on his datapad): Excellent. Let's begin.

The air is sucked out of the cups and they suck onto your nipples. The lack of air inside makes them bigger and harder than ever. Soon, the machine starts pressing together one cap, before letting go and doing the same with the other, only to repeat the process. To your surprise, this whole thing doesn't feel unpleasant at all!

Lana (thinking): Wow...! I never expected to be milked by a machine...! Though, I am not literally milked, but still... It feels better than I was expecting! I don't know what he expects but he won't be getting anything out of my... Wait, what's that feeling...? As if I was about to cum...! By through my boobs...!

You shake a bit, before you feel a great pleasure coming from your breasts. When you look at them you notice the impossible! You are producing milk...!

Tambor: To ease your puzzling, the pill I have given to you was specially designed to activate the lactational hormones inside the bodies of non pregnant females. Now, your body acts as if you were feeding a child of your own and thus, you produce milk.

Lana (breathing heavily): Wow, I... Alright... Huh... Will this effect stop...?

Tambor: Of course, it lasts for only a few minutes. Constantly keeping your body like that would eventually consume and kill you. It is still an experimental method.

Lana (still getting milked): Great...! Ah... Now I got to be experimented on...!

Tambor: Be honoured ****, that you were chosen for this task. Now, what's left is to taste the result.

Lana: What...?

Tambor (he connects the tube to his armour and the milk starts flowing into his mouth): Yeees...! Just what I had hoped for! You humanoids are able to produce a milk that doesn't need and processing or filtration!

Lana: Glad I could have helped...! Now, can I go...?

Tambor (turning the milking machine's speed higher): No, we have barely begun!

The machine now gets faster and rougher... It tries to suck out every last drop of milk from your unfortunate nipples! It manages to get some extra, but most of it is already out! Yet it squeezes on more and more forcefully onto your boobs.

Lana: Okay, okay, enough...! It won't be getting anything else out of them...!

Tambor: In that case, take an other pill...! Noo... Take the whole amount of them! I have never tasted a liquid as tasty as this, I need more of it...! All of it...!

Lana: Stop it, please...!

Dooku: Enough, Tambor! We are here to celebrate today, not to conduct experiments on those unfortunate slaves! You will have more than enough time for that, after we are done!

Tambor: Yes, yes, count!

He turns off the machine and detaches the stuff from you. Your nipples adjust to the new air pressure and shrink back to their original size. You put your bra back on and step away from Wat Tambor.

Tambor: I am looking forward to see you again in the future.

Lana: Heh, to tell you the truth I...

Dooku: That ****, next to Wat Tambor, come here. I want to have a word with you.

Lana (thinking): Oh my...! Me...? Well, maybe this could be my time to attack him!