Rob's Pet Mad Scientist

With Mercy and her cooperation all but assured, Rob and company wasted no time scooping her up and quickly fleeing back to the airstrip and his jet, not even waiting for her to regain consciousness. Rob was a busy many with many plans, plus, he could play with his new toy in-flight.

And, naturally, the first thing that Rob and Mercy did when the latter regained consciousness is fuck! Put her on her knees atop the bed he installed at the end of the cabin, call up a clone of his, and spitroast the newly reborn angelic beauty, quickly inducting her into the mile-high club.

The entire cabin, in fact, quickly devolved into an orgy, as Rob had ordered rewards for both Sombra and Zarya for their service. With Mercy stretching her mouth around one Rob's thick, hard shaft, slobbering happily as she slathered her tongue around it, as the Prime Rob explored the depths of her warm, mature, loving cunt, all atop the bed in the back. Elsewhere, Nami was upon her knees in her slutty stewardess outfit, tongue deep in Sombra's snatch, the snarky hacker almost going limp with the pleasure of it all, body braced against the wall of the fuselage while she was eaten out.

Zarya, however, had taken a hold of Talon, both literally and figuratively, the statuesque stunner pinning Talon to the ground and looming over her, as she held onto one of her lekku, thrusting the appendage deep into her tight, muscular cunt. Talon had reservations of being used like this, of course... until her beloved Master ordered her to do so, at which point the devoted apprentice was all too happy to comply.

"Mmm, ah, khoroshiy, little slut... very good..." Zarya rumbled in her deep voice, expressing her pleasure to the red alien sex toy on the floor before her. Grabbing the tendril by the base, Zarya shoved the lekku even deeper into her, back arching as she moaned, sweat running down from her head, arcing around her breasts, before settling in the valley of her steely abs. She gave a fond squeeze of the lekku. "These are quite fun. I should tell the other girls all about them."

Talon feebly twitched on the floor, seeing as part of her brain was now several inches deep inside of Zarya's pussy, being used as a dildo. She was nothing more than a drooling, babbling wreck, which was becoming an all too common role for the ex-Sith, burgeoning slut.

"Maa--ma...master... anything for master..." A drunken smile crossed her lips, Talon's fingers plunging into her own sopping slit, even as Zarya drove the lekku further into hers.

But the eye of the hurricane, was certainly Rob and his newest pet, with him admiring her newly perverted body. One great, big hand upon her wide, childbearing hips (no breeding today; but he could not wait to see what daughters he could make with this angel), the other smacking her great, big booty, watching it jiggled and ripple like tossing a stone into the pond. With her body being rocked back and forth by the motions of the two Robs - as well as Mercy's hungry, ceaseless suckling on the dick before her, gulping down endless streams of cum - caused her two, humungous heavenly honkers to bounce and heave like pendulums, swaying with such **** that they slapped against Mercy's chest and chin and belly, clapping into other with loud, flesh sounds.

"MMMGMM GLLRK GLRRRGK SLLLURGH!!!" Mercy gagged upon the thick meat pillar in her mouth, making even more exaggerated gulping sounds, as the Rob in her cunt seized her by the hair and yanked her head back. The Rob in her mouth shuffled forward, burying his long, thick cock even deeper into Mercy's poor, abused throat. Hot flecks of leftover cum were spattered on her lips, cheeks, and chin, even backflowing out from her nose. Her eyes were watering profusely, tears running down her cheeks, mingling with sweat and cum, but they also made her eyes shine, intensifying the feverish look in her eyes.

With another flood of cum shooting down Mercy's mouth, throat and belly, the copy of Rob vanished, leaving the blonde to gasp and **** n **** relief. But, she only did it after swallowing every bit of her Master's cum, not spilling a single drop, nor spewing it from her overly full belly. Rob grinned, as he rolled onto his back. Oh yeah, Mercy was going to make a hell of a fucktoy. Something about those Germanic blondes being such kinky bitches...

When Rob rolled over, Mercy went with him, rising from a perpendicular position to an upright one, now sitting and riding on his still swollen, grand cock. Quickly orienting herself to be facing the new lover of her life, Mercy did not miss a single beat, happily bouncing up and down upon the her newest object of affection.

"Oh, mein gott! Master! Finally, a man who knows how to treat a woman." Mercy trilled happily, hands exploring her newly enhanced body. Every sinful inch and every lewd curve. "Not only do you actually listen to my ideas, but you can give me the fuck of a lifetime! Thank you so much for enslaving me and giving me this wonderful body, sir! I promise I'll never let you down."

Rob grinned. In the moment, he would admit, he was more focused on Mercy's bouncing tits than her words, but he eventually realized what she was saying. "Sorry, darling, I got a little caught up in the moment..." He apologized, sheepishly. "Guess even I'm not perfect, haha."

"If not, then you're as close to a perfect man as there is." Mercy said, smiling gracefully at his faux pas and apology. "Handsome, intelligent, kind, generous, worldly, wealthy, noble, magnanimous, and... mhm~" Mercy purred, "So, very, very virile!"

As if one cue, Rob hit a massive, swelling orgasm, in turn giving one to Mercy as well. Rob's grunts of effort and pleasure were drowned out by Mercy's screams and a series of polyglottal swearing, a storm of profanity echoing over the enclosed cabin, in German, French, Spanish, Italian, and English.

At the end of it all, Mercy was still straddling Rob, but hunched over from their marathon orgy, hands braced across his broad shoulders. Her back and shoulders continued to twitch in aftershocks of pleasure, the respectable and intelligent doctor now a cross-eyed, drooling slut before her new man. Rob rose to cuddle her, pressing Mercy close to him, stroking her back and basking in the warmth of her exhausted body. "There may not be a perfect man, but I have found numerous perfect woman. Including you, my beloved..."

By the time the plane touched back down in California, Mercy had largely recovered, though she remained lovingly cradled in Rob's grasp the entire way, happily cuddling with him the rest of the trip home.

"But, I suppose now that we have returned to your home, it is time to get to work," Mercy began, a hand splayed out against Rob's broad chest. "And, I for one, cannot wait to get started." Eyes glinting with desire, a delirious smile came to Mercy's lips. "Your ideas for my nanotechnology - using it to replace expensive, timely, and butcher-like plastic surgeries - is absolutely brilliant! I cannot believe I did not think of it before. Plus, it will be so nice to show all of those old, limp-dicked motherfuckers who told me my ideas were worthless, unworkable. I'll show them, I'll show them all!

"It is also a superb idea, as I imagine using the technology for medicine would make it difficult to past government testing. Using it in such a recreational, nonessential, non-lifesaving manner will help circumvent that.

"Oh! And my mind is practically swimming with ideas. I cannot wait for this technology to be perfected and spread around the world, allowing everyone to become their ideal selves. Imagine it - a world solely populated by busty sluts and big-dicked studs!

"Not to mention, we can use this for transgendered people! Allowing them to instantly transition into their preferred genders and identities. No HRT, surgery, electrolysis or anything like that required! And that's just scratching the surface, the applications and possibilities are endless..."

And so Mercy ranted and raved, occasionally cackling like she had just created Frankenstein's monsters, exalting her technology and Rob's vision with breathless zeal. Just as Rob wanted. The serious medical professional having now become an almost unhinged, fanatical mad scientist, less concerned with her patient's wellbeing and more with all of the blasphemous things she could do with the human form. Dr. Frankenstein mixed with Dr. Moreau, slightly crazier but infinitely easier on the eyes. The perfect medical professional for a harem of over-sexed sluts.

"Well, then, my good Doctor." Rob finally said, not at the end of Mercy's rant, but merely at a convenient pause in between speeches. "I think now is as good as anytime to take a trip to your new workplace. Get a good look at the lab, as well as the team I have assembled just for you."

Catching herself, Mercy smiled once more, a heavenly and kind expression in contrast to her mad ravings. "Why, yes, sir. I would love nothing more than to get to work as soon as possible."

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"Now, I had no idea what sort of equipment you would need, so I just ordered a bunch of stuff that I have no clue what they do, or even what is what, but I promise, they were all top of the line. And, if you need anything else, just let me know Money is no object in this operation."

The repurposed warehouse Rob had purchased (under the name BMT Inc.) didn't look like much on the outside, but it would end up being the command centre for Mercy's experiments and development of her nanotechnology. As Rob guided the good doctor through the various stations and pieces of equipment, with Mercy analyzing everything with a keen eye. Rob could practically hear the gears turning in her head, proving that while she may be a bit touched in the head as of now, Mercy was still serious when it came to her work.

"This will do, for a time." Mercy announced after a pause between her and Rob, elongating her syllables as she spoke. She was now dressed in a little black dress fit to her erotic body, with a lab coat worn over it and finished with a pair of black pumps. She looked like she was playing a scientist character on a cheap porno. "I already have a mental list of other tools I will need, though, and hope to requisition them before long." Mercy then clapped and flashed Rob a sunny smile. "Now, how about you introduce me to my staff, Master? I am eager to meet those you think will match my esteemed intellect."

"But of course, darling." Rob happily noted the air of arrogance Mercy expressed, before leading his new pet towards the entryway, where four women were waiting for them.

"First, of course, you know Sombra all to well, I assume." Rob went down the line, introducing Mercy to her staff one by one. "Obviously, she will be our computer and programming specialist."

Stepping pass Rob, Mercy went to personally inspect this first staff member, With Sombra looking petulant with crossed arms and a quirked, angled mouth, and Mercy looming over the snarky hacker with her long, slender legs and spiked heels, it looked as if a harsh, disciplining teacher was addressing a problem student. Mercy herself looked supremely smug, as she eyed Sombra up and down, particularly her bust. Sombra would be considered large by any measure of the normal world, but Rob and his slaves did not live in a normal world, and next to Mercy's F-cup tits, she looked practically flat.

"Now, Olivia, Sombra, heh... I know we have had our past differences, but we must put them aside for the good of our Master." Mercy pronounced, cocky and almost authoritarian in her mannerisms. Sombra opened her mouth, about to agree, before Mercy added, "After all, in this space, you work for. I am in charge and, as such, you will do everything I say to the letter, without a hint of snark or rebellion. Understand?"

Sombra's eyes quickly narrowed, lips turning into a sour scowl. Still, she huffed out a breath and mumbled, "Yeah, yeah..."

Mercy allowed that little bit of rebellion, inclining her head haughtily and smirking, before strutting down next in line. "Oh mein gott! Now you... I don't even know what to say about you, fraulein!"

In her skin-tight bodysuit, highlighting her very similar physique, Liara looked just as heavenly and celestial as Mercy. "Oh, yes, I get that a lot, miss. Most of Master's slaves are at a loss when encountering an alien, it would seem."

"Oh, I think Mercy is at a loss of words for different reasons..." Rob noted, watching Mercy's eyes - as large as a full moon - focusing wholly on Liara's big, blue boobs, just as large and perfect as her own. "Regardless, Doctor Liara T'soni is in her own way, as brilliant as you, my dear Doctor Ziegler. Though her specialty lies in archeology, she is an ardent enthusiast regarding body modification. I fully expect she will learn on the job."

"I will not fail you, sir." Liara beamed, giggling at the still starstruck blonde before her. "I will not rest until every woman in the world has a fuckable body just like the two of us."

"A worthy goal indeed..." Mercy awed in a soft, distant voice.

It took a moment for Rob to tear Mercy away from Liara, introducing her to the next woman in line. "And now we have the esteemed neurosurgeon-"

"Doctor Ann Possible!" Mercy finished, her voice full of astonished glee. "A pleasure to meet you, Doctor!" Mercy heartily shook the hand of the redheaded MILF, not fawning or lusting over her, but showing proper professional respect.

"Oh my, you've heard of me? I'm beyond flattered, Dr. Ziegler." Ann demurred with a smile, returning the handshake with just as much gusto. "To think that someone as famed as you would know of little-old-me."

"Don't be so modest, Doctor. I've been following your work for decades. The paper you wrote on neural implants five years ago? Amazing! Eye-opening! I cannot find enough words to praise you." Mercy's affections were wholly genuine, her real self breaking through the domineering, obsessive sexpot she now was. "It will be an honour to work alongside you."

"The honour is all mine." Ann returned. The two then embraced, sharing kisses, two quick pecks on each cheek. "Especially to work with you for the good of the Master. My daughter is one of his students, and Kimmy is so excited to see what we can cook up for our beloved lord."

"And finally, well, she's not as esteemed as our other ladies, she is a medical professional and, I'll admit, I have a soft-spot for her." Rob rambled, as he directed Mercy to the last member of her team, a middle-aged Latina with dark, curly hair. Mature and beautiful, Rob knew that she would never have been summoned to reality, been one of his favourite fictional woman, if he had made his wishes a year prior. But, after the release of Across the Spider-Verse and a glut of spicy fanart, Rob found a newfound appreciation and obsession for her. Yes, the internet made Rob Daily lust for...

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"Miss Rio Morales!"

Rio smiled and curtsied for Mercy, the blonde doctor letting out a throaty chuckle at the brown-skinned beauty. "My, my, my... tell, me, Rio..." Mercy licked her lips, "You wouldn't happen have any Arabic or African in you, would you?"

"Uh... no, Doctor." Rio blanched, eyebrows quirking at the randomness of the question, ignorant to Mercy's implanted race fetish. "I'm Puerto Rican. A-and, just like Master said, I'm no doctor or neurosurgeon, but I do work as a nurse. I'm good at following orders and helping wherever I can."

Mercy purred once more, smiling as she stalked a loose circle around Rio. "A shame and a blessing. A shame about your heritage. A blessing about your willingness to obey." With languid, lightning-fast movement, Mercy pressed herself up against Rio. "And your beauty. I'm going to have plenty of fun with you, Rio~"

Rio squealed, then squealed again when Rob went to flank her. "You have good taste, Mercy, dear." He pawed at Rio's plump, thicc dumper, her warmth and softness causing something to stir in him. He had picked Rio up on a whim, only the day before he was set to fly out and capture Mercy. As such, he had yet had the chance to play with her. Rob kissed Rio, then Mercy in turn. "I think once we reconvene here, the three of us should have some private time together."

"A wonderful idea, Master." Mercy concurred, brushing a loose strand of Rio's hair aside. "What else do we have to do, though? I have my lab and my team, what else?"

"Well, and this is after you develop the actual nanobots mind, but I am certain we will have to run plenty of tests with them afterwards." Rob explained, dismissing everyone save Rio with an idle wave of his hands. "But I don't want use to pump these world-changing nanobots into lab rats or monkeys or whatever. One, that's cruel, two, it's a waste. This is tech meant for humans, so human testing is what we'll solely use."

Mercy nodded, following his logic. "I understand what you're aiming for. And, I assume you have plenty of human guinea pigs lined up for me?"

"Correct you are, my dear!" Rob pulled out a piece of crumpled foolscap from his pants pocket, handing it to Mercy. Upon it was a list of names, drawn out in broad, bold handwriting. "First, I can think of no one better to experience your tech firsthand than your colleagues and peers from the Overwatch organization."

Immediately, upon seeing those familiar names, Mercy's eyes alighted with desire, with need, with the twisted, perverted dreams of herself and her Master. "Oh, yes, sir... you are one-hundred percent correct!" Mercy spoke in a soft, breathless tone, emanating pure passion with every syllable. A million ideas filled her mind, buzzing with possibilities, before it settled down, as she focused on two names in particular. "However, if I may, I think I would like to personally request these two first." Mercy pointed to the names. "And, I would love to convert them not only as your slaves, sir, but as mine, too."

Rob read the two names aloud and played dumb. "'Ana Amari'. 'Fareeha Amari'. Who might they be? Why are they so important to you, darling?"

"A pair of slutty Egyptian bitches. Mother and daughter. Two of the finest pieces of asses I've ever seen." Mercy sighed, shutting her eyes, exulting in the memory. "When I was at the academy, Ana was one of my instructors. I still remember, everyday, after rushing through my homework, retreating to my dorms and fingering my young cunt thinking about that mature, brown-skinned goddess. Then, during my stint as an instructor, one of my students was her daughter, Fareeha. Somehow, she was even sexier than her mother and drew me even crazier, with her gigantic, fat bimbo tits and sculpted, Adonis-like physique." Mercy then opened her eyes, grimacing sourly. "I was born too young for the mother, too old for for the daughter, curse my luck. I doubt either of them even know about my crushes on them. But now... now...!"

Mercy let out a long series of mad, demented laughter. Rob was half expecting a flash of lightning to strike by, illuminating her moment of insanity. "With our technology, it doesn't matter what those two hotties think, we can make them think whatever they want! I can turn those Egyptian bitches into a pair of fawning fucksluts. I will make them worship my glorious body like the goddess I am and rectify these past crimes against me!"

"So... you're excited, huh?" Rob said, barely containing his giggles. So over the top. So melodramatic. So perfect.

"Beyond excited. I will work through the night to get these nanobots up and running as fast as possible. The quicker I do, the quicker I can have mother and daughter eating my cunt and asshole simultaneously!"

"Well, slow your roll there, Doc, because I do have one step before you start." Mercy turned to Rob, not annoyed, but curious. "I have one group of women under my thrall that I think could use a definite upgrade. I would like to take you to them tomorrow and introduce you to them, and see what they want you to do to there bodies." Rob pulled Mercy in close again. "Imagine, a group of young women, all eager to be one of your first subjects, their bodies modded and lewded to perfection."

Taking hold of one of Rob's hands, Mercy gave it a gentle kiss, turning into him and looking up at him. "Sir, you had my curiosity. But, now... you have my attention!"