30%: Talon

Talon was smiling.

It was always an eerie thing. Her bright white teeth shining against dark lips and her red skin, the tightness and sharpness of her smile, always reminding Rob of a knife or dagger. Even know that she was tamed, it still had a predatory aspect, and reminded Rob of those videos where someone owned a domesticated big cat, like a caracal or cougar, that acted playful enough, but still hissed and chuffed like the wild animal it was.

"You're...okay with this?" Rob asked, feeling a little off-base between Talon's dangerous aura and his raging breeding fetish emerging at the perfectly wrong time.

"But of course, Master." Talon said, body swaying back and forth, her voice uncharacteristically light and musical. "For you to be mastering a power to pervert the bodies of others, and asking me to take part in your experiments? To corrupt my body to your liking?" She motioned to herself. Much like her fellow Star Wars sisters, Talon was extremely gorgeous with her lithe body, she lacked the va-voom of others in Rob's harem. "I am extremely honoured by your choice, Master."

"Good. Good." Rob said, stiffly, gesturing Talon over to her chair. On bare feet, the Twilek made her way forth in slinky, airy movements, her entire body radiating joy and self-satisfaction.

"We will be preforming this test at thirty-percent intensity." Liara announced to Rob, as he came to stand by her side, eyes never leaving her tablet. "By my calculations, this is roughly equivalent to what I experienced."

Rob's eyes wandered over Liara's thicc, sensuous body, imagining it dyed bright red and covered in black tattoos. The resulting image was beyond appealing, especially when he added Talon's long, sinuous lekku to the picture.

And then he remembered what Liara asked of him the night she was transformed. To breed her like a race horse and populate the world with busty Asari fuckslaves...

He shook his head. Jesus tapdancing Christ with dinner and a show! What was wrong with him?

Fortunately, he had his girls to ground him, Sombra and Liara quickly picking up on his distress. "You okay, jefe?" Sombra said, nudging Rob slightly to rouse him from his stupour.

"If you aren't feeling well, sir, we can always retire and pick up again tomorrow." Liara said. "Much as I love this, your well-being takes precedent over all."

Rob smiled at their consideration. "No, no, I'm fine girls. Really. I think... I just might have a bit too much on my plate right now, is all..." It was a lame excuse, but it was all he had at the moment. Still, both his science sluts were nothing but sympathetic, Sombra leaning against him and rubbing his forearm, while Liara threw her arms around his chest and placed her head on his shoulder.

"Ah, jefe, you do too much for us." Sombra said, as sweetly as someone like her could manage. "Even as your newest girl, I can tell how hard you work to keep us happy. Sixty-five women for one man. Even you can only do so much."

"Indeed, sir." Liara concurred, raising her head briefly to offer a quick kiss. "You put on a strong face, but even the greatest man alive has his limits."

"Which is why you have girls like us." Sombra then paused, musing with a quirky smile. "For a mind-controlling slaver, you sure are a bit of a sweetheart, eh?" Liara agreed once more, coquettishly covering her face as she giggled.

"Oh, most definitely! Beneath his power and majesty, his lust, his desire for control, and that excellent cock, Master is nothing but a big softie!"

Exhaling, Rob felt some of the tension and stress leave his body. He absolutely was the luckiest man alive, to have these women, not just as sexslaves, but as lovers and companions who shared his hopes and dreams and fears. His quiet appreciation for his life, however, came to a quick end when Talon expressed her impatience by clearing her throat, loudly and obnoxiously. There was a look of utter obsession in those blazing golden eyes.

"Right. Okay. Enough of the mushy stuff." Rob gave both Liara and Sombra quick pats on the butt for their help and then moved over to Talon, stroking her lekku as he stood behind her. "Let's get this show on the road, ladies! Liara, give her the juice and let's see how Talon's new body compares to yours."

"Your wish is my command, Master!" Liara said, cheerfully, tablet out and flipping through the controls. "Commencing third test of the modified Pink Room system. Subject: Talon, at thirty-percent intensity. Starting... now!"

The screen flicked to light, and Talon immediately reacted to the wash of pink, luxuriating in the radiation as it fell across her nude body, shutting her eyes and throwing her head back in a primal scream of sexual need. However, she did not simply sit and submit like the others before her, did not let the pink signal overload her pleasure receptors and let it turn her mind and body into goo. Instead, Talon quickly slipped out of her chair and onto her knees, scooting forward towards the screen. She held onto either end of the flatscreen for dear life, pressing her head right up against the blaring pink spiral, mashing her face against the screen. She was as close as she could physically get but, judging by her body and the delirious look on her face, she also seemed like she was trying to crawl into the yawning pink portal before her.

"More... more... give me more! Fill me with my Master's power! Change and pervert me into his perfect ideal! Remake me in his image! Bath me in sexual corruption so that I may know it first hand and spread that same corruption to others!"

Talon's voice came out as a rasping hiss, sensual and obsessive all the same, and it was enough to cause Rob to stare in stunned disbelief, cheeks burning and cock stirring. Holy fuck, he had created a monster, and all with a few words. He had converted others with a few simple words, before - turning Brigitte and Chun-Li into hyper-feminine housewives or Cho into a cheap, horny influencer and prostitute - but regardless of the scenario, he was still shocked by how much he altered the mind of those slaves with so little.

Was it part of his powers and his wish? Or did he simply pick the right words at the right time with the right women? What more could he do with an errant comment?

But then, he saw Talon, tongue lolling out of her mouth and openly drooling before the TV screen, slushily muttering. "His power... his aura... his strength... his will... I feel it! I feeeeel it! Greater than the ****! Greater than the Dark Side! Fill me with your power, my Master!"

"Um... hey, sir, are we sure about this? She's a little fucking crazy, is this a good idea?" Sombra asked from Rob's side. She too was shellshocked by the sheer zeal of Talon's worship, staring wide-eyed and blankly, even as the physical changes hit Talon.

Liara, for her part, watched the entire event with a mix of clinical detachment and voyeuristic glee, dark eyes dancing along Talon's new curves as they formed.

"Oh, she's more than little crazy, hot lips." Rob couldn't help but smile, though. A big, toothy grin, unrestrained and just a little mad itself. "But she is crazy devoted to me, so this will be okay... I think."

Sombra grimaced. "Pardon my candor, jefe, but I don't find your tone to be the most reassuring."

Rob ignored the comment, now engrossed as Talon's transformation reached it's climax, granting her an utterly luscious form, sinful and sensual and perfectly aligned with her slavishly devoted personality. From his vantage point, he couldn't tell how her giant, heavy tits and massive, jiggling ass compared to Liara's, but it was certainly close. Notable for Talon was her lekku, grown longer and even more serpentine than before, the thin tips now trailing all the way down to her hips, dangling like two fleshy twintails.

And Talon absolutely loved the new her! Still on her knees, she pivoted away from the dead screen to face her Master, moaning like a bitch in heat, running her hands down the sharp, concave curves of her waist before the bloomed outwards with her child-bearing hips, wider than her shoulders. Then, the hands retreated back upwards, lifting up the two heavy, red breasts that sat upon her chest.

"Maaaasterrrrr...." Talon sang, long and low, tongue circling her lips. "Master.... come and take me! Feast upon this depraved, warped form. Feast upon what you have created!"

Immediately, Rob felt his heart catch in his throat. He knew that if he went over there and plunged his cock into Talon's sweet, inviting pussy, he would not be able to control himself. He was a hundred percent sure he would knock her up, then and there. Not that that was a bad thing in a vacuum, but it was the principle of the matter! He wasn't some base caveman ruled by his instincts. He could control himself and stick to his plan, his design.

Talon was a temptress. A succubus clad in red and black. Fortunately, Rob still had enough of himself to resist, however slightly.

His voice a forceful growl, Rob ordered Talon, "Face down, ass up, slut!" As he lumbered towards her. Talon trilled in excitement and eagerly obeyed, falling to hands and knees, cheeks pressed against the tile floor and cheeks up in the air.

And that ass... that was no ass, it was a space station! Rob gave it a couple of test smack, mesmerized by how it jiggled with every impact and for how long it jiggled. His nostrils flared. He could smell the need wafting from her cunt.

"If I may ask, sir." Liara intervened, unwittingly saving Rob from himself. "From your perspective as slavemonger and sexual god, how do our two thirty-percent bodies compare?" Liara's hands ghosted about her figure, highlighting her boosted body.

"It's a dead heat, my dear." Rob said in an unusually thick voice. "I believe you are taller with bigger tits and thicker thighs. But Talon has a much fatter ass and wider hips." Grabbing one from the base, Rob ran a hand along the length of one of Talon's lekku. He already loved them beforehand, but now they were simply exquisite. "Plus, she has these... remarkable lekku..." He gave it a sharp tug, stretching it to it's limit and earning a sharp yowl from Talon, before he ran his tongue around the pointed tip, slobbering all over it.

"I think he's trying to say that you're both smoking hot thots." Sombra interrupted, after watching Rob suckle on Talon's tendril for nearly a minute.

"Indeed." Liara said analytically, typing upon her tablet. "Much like Ahsoka and Barriss, we have experienced a difference in transformation despite the same setting. Togruta and Mirailan, Asari and Twilek... it must absolutely be a difference in species, in biology and physiology..."

Rob tuned out Liara's musings, still obsessed with Talon's tendrils. His cock ached for release, for the sweet embrace of hot, wet cunt, but her lekku... her beautiful, wonderful lekku would prove to be Rob's salvation.

Winding it underneath Talon's chest, Rob reached it around to her lower end, still held up in the air, and he shoved the tapered tip of the lekku into her sopping pussy.

Talon immediately screamed like a banshee, her entire body trembling.

The lekku of a Twilek were more than just a pair of prehensile appendages. Culturally, they were a sacred and intimate body part, but biologically, they were a core organ of a Twilek's nervous system, containing a large portion of their brain. And now, with Rob's meddling, Talon's lekku were hyper-sensitive erogenous zones, and one of them had just been shoved into her other hyper-sensitive erogenous zone.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuu...!" Talon moaned, drooled, writhed, and screamed, violently twitching on the ground. Rob used his free hand to pin her place, keep her position, while he slid her tendril in and out of her slit. "Master, master, master, maaaaastaaaaa!!! You're breaking me! You're destroying me!"

"Describe it!" Rob tensed out, shoving the lekku as deep as it possibly could go, enjoying seeing Talon spasm wildly. "Tell me, bitch!"

"Indescribable! It's... ah...ugh.... mmmm.... if a human had both a cock and a pussy and they fucked themselves, pumped their own cunt with their own hot cum... it's like that times ten! Times a hundred! To infinitiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!"

Talon's voice rose in octave, scratchy and hoarse and ****, approaching glass shattering range. Rob did not stop. He went further. He took hold of her other lekku, draped it along her back, and then began to worry it into her asshole. The puckered opening fought against him, sphincter tightening with every inch he gained, but he was eventually satisfied with the depth he got when Talon's writhing became so intense, she essentially folded in on herself, head in between her knees and her ass standing perfectly straight up in the air.

"Thank fuck... finally..." With Talon in such an acrobatic position, Rob stood up, beginning to rub his cock along her flat, hard tummy and her soft, gravity-defying tits. He immediately summoned his own release, smearing cum along her perfect red skin, rivulets running down her chest and pooling in her open, drooling mouth and lolling tongue.

Talon was a wreck, a ruin. Totally fuck-drunk and cock-broken, but Rob did not stop, enjoying himself as he pumped the two tendrils in and out of her two holes, rapidly and without mercy. After such a violent and erotic display, now Talon only gurgled and whimpered as she was **** by her own lekku.

"Pardon me, sir." Liara said after lord knows how much time had passed. Rob turned to face her, seeing she had dropped her analytical face, wide eyes sparkling with concern. "Excuse me for interrupting you using your apprentice in such a manner, but I do believe we should stop for the day." She paused, studying Rob's own face. "Your mental state is.... of concern. I'm afraid you might be under too much pressure."

Liara's sincere concern was finally enough for Rob to pull back. Releasing Talon and letting her collapse into a boneless blob, hips bucking and twat squirting, Rob took a calming breath and sat down in the chair that had been previously occupied by his girls.

"No." He said after a moment. "No. No. I'm good."

"But, sir-"

"Let's take a break!" Rob countered, quickly, trying to speak as calmly and evenly as he could. "We'll get something to eat, drink some water, clean ourselves up and then we'll move onto one final test for the day." Liara stood, paralyzed, pouting, to the point of being upset, torn between her newfound devotion of sexual science and her love for her Master. "I am aware that I am not fully in control of my baser instincts right now, Liara, and I greatly appreciate your concern, but we can do one more, can't we?"

Liara said nothing, eyes tracking downward, leaving to Sombra to slink forward, shrugging with utter detachment. "If Master says he's okay, then I believe him." She put forth, diplomatically, to both Master and her fellow ****. "Besides, it's not like we can disobey a direct order anyways, right?"

Rob gave her a knowing look, hiding a smile. "That wasn't an order... yet. For now, I simply want you consensus on this matter, Doctor T'sonii." Quickly, Liara relented, nodding sullenly. "Good. Now, tell me, in your professional opinion, what is the highest setting we can go before the victim experiences drastic IQ loss?"

Liara screwed her face up in concentration, scrolling through reams of information on her tablet. "I believe fifty-percent would be the highest we can go."

"Alright, then. Let's go take a breather. We'll reconvene in one hour and go to work on our final test subject for the day."