Nala Se was sleeping soundly in her royal chambers. The past few months she had been devoid of her Master's presence. He was too busy to come see her work, leaving the Kaminoan feeling very lonely. She was so excited to show him all the advancements she had made on an interspecies breeding procedure, but she seems to have been ignored in favour of the other harem members. It felt impossible to get Mike's attention, until now.
"Hey wake up~"
"Hmmmm~" groaned Nala Se, still half asleep.
"I said wake up!"
"Hmmm—guuuunnhhhnnk!!"
Nala Se's eyes shot open as she felt Mike's massive cock inside her mouth! By the time she realized it was too late and Mike's huge Human meat was already mostly down her throat. The majority of his heavy human frame was bearing down on Nala Se, heavy nuts pressed against her face as he started to hump her face like a hound in heat. Mike's hot musk filled up Nala Se's world and she squirted, staining her sheets as he fucked her throat raw.
"You've got work to do, bitch!"
"GHHUUNNK!"
"GHHUUUUNNK!"
"GHHUUUUNNKNNKK!!"
Mike let out a long exhale, "finally~ It took you way too long to wake up."
"We should've just shook her awake. Waste less time," said Ventress, folding her arms under her breasts as she cocked an eyebrow at Mike.
"Hmmm, nope you're wrong~" replied Mike.
"And why would that be, my Master." asked Ventress, unconvinced.
"Because a Sith must use every opportunity to show dominance over their underlings~"
"Mnnggghh!" Ventress let out a soft moan as she felt Mike use the force to grope her tits. His rough fingers sunk into her nipples as his balls slapped against Nala Se's face with increased fervor.
"Isn't that what you taught me, Mistress Ventress~" continued Mike, smug as he watched Ventress' cheeks grow flush.
"Hmmmm, a bit but we still have things to do today beyond bully your royal scientist's throat," she replied, her voice cracking as Mike gripped her nipples.
"True but it is way more fun doing it this way," he replied, "ain't that right throat–sleeve?"
"Ghuuuunnnkkk! Snoooort, snoooort," grunted Nala Se, sucking air back like a sow.
"I do enjoy seeing you choke the filth~" moaned Ventress, getting a bit flushed as she saw Nala Se struggle under Mike's thrusts.
"Enjoy your breakfast, make sure to drink it all down," grunted Mike as he started filling Nala Se's stomach with his thick white cum load. The load poured into Nala Se, a comparatively small one since Mike's balls were drained through the night by his new Twin cumdumpsters, but it was enough to give Nala Se's belly a "baby bump". The resulting distention stretched her Queen of Hearts womb tattoo around the large cock distention.
"Ghhuuuggghh~" she greedily swallowed it all, slurping down every drop with her enhanced throat muscles. Mike was almost impressed she didn't pass out, but assumed her genetic augmentations actually worked.
"I can see why the Queen has shown you favour, perhaps you are better than the common palace cock–sleeves," commented Ventress as Mike's cock popped out of her mouth.
"Huuuufff… huuuuff… huuuuff… Guuh–good morning Master, and thank you miss Ventress~" Moaned Nala Se, her lips glazed with cum, "What do you need of me–ooohhhn~"
Mike rubbed his meat on her face. Two solid feet of pure pulsating white meat pressed against her cheeks as Mike continued, "You won't believe what I heard this morning~"
"Mmnnn, what sir, snoooort~" moaned Nala Se, huffing ball stink.
"I heard that my silly little pet had taken my personal cum–toilet," he spat, "and I heard that my Royal Scientist had taken her to the new rooms she had requisitioned for reasons she didn't care to explain to my Guards~"
"Mmnnhh, sorry Master, forgive your slave," she drooled, kissing the underside of Mike's meat, "but you weren't around and–"
"Hush~ You can explain everything to me once we get to your lab," Mike stepped back and pointed at the ground, "now get down on all fours, you'll be my riding bitch this morning."
"How generous, Master~" cooed Ventress, "I am sure Nala Se will happily accept being your ride to her lab~"
"Of course, My Lord," Nala Se climbed off the bed, and with a very audible twitch of excitement in her voice, "Please ride me for as long as you like~"
Nala Se's back was a little sweaty, her huge pale boobs pressing against the floor as her mountainous ass meat quaked from the sudden movement. Jiggling like jello as she pushed her neck against the ground and looked back to Mike with a starry glint in her pitch black eyes. She looked so desperate, and Mike realized it had been a while since he showed his pet any attention.
"Good girl," Mike climbed onto her back, riding her like a horse. An action that Nala Se had seen her Master take dozens of times with the other girls but never dreamed she'd get the opportunity. Mostly due to her own strength.
However, it seemed that Nala Se's extra thickness, and enhanced muscled gave her enough stamina to properly serve as Mike's slutty steed. His heels dug into her squishy thighs as he ordered, "Now get moving. I want to get to the lab quickly."
"Mmnngghh, yes Master," she groaned as she pushed up. Even on her hands and the tips of her feet she couldn't get her tits off the floor. With every clumsy step forward she felt her fat nipples press into the pristine red carpets. The fibers tickled her areolas as she moved into the hallway.
"Move faster," barked Mike, "Or I'll make you drag your tits across the floor~"
"Mmmmhhhn, s–suh–sorry Master!"
"Perhaps her species sentience is an accident my Master," cooed Ventress as she watched Nala Se scuttle across the floor, "they seem to make excellent riding beasts. Maybe her job should be switched to the royal steed or maybe livestock if she fails to meet expectations~"
"Nuh–no please, I—mmnnhh!"
"What's wrong, pet? Don't you want to be my personal Kaminoan riding bitch?"
"Yes, of course!" she panted trying not to fall behind Ventresses surprisingly quick walking pace, "But the work you've ordered is not yet complete! I would never willingly ignore your orders—Hnnngggh!!"
"Good response," he continued, lounging back against Nala Se's wobble meat as he used the force to tug Nala Se's nipples off the ground! The Royal scientist had a set of puffy areolas with extra long nipples that twitched in Mike's telekinetic grasp. Mike pulled them above her head, pressing her massive mammaries around her long neck. The tugs made Nala Se's pussy pulse with feral alien breeding need.
Nala Se's windpipe was smothered in her own boob flesh as Mike chuckled, "If you said anything different I might've punished you~"
"Thank you, Master! I live to serve," panted Nala Se, able to move a bit easier now that her boobs weren't scraping against the floor.
"You're far too kind, Mike. A little resistance would do this one some good, help her train some stamina," Ventress added.
"Yeah, but I need her to still be able to talk by the time we get to the lab."
Nala Se let out a relieved groan as she managed to crawl into her laboratory. The clinical lab space had been expanded a bit to fill in the nearby storage room. Large pipes pumped various chemicals from the testing pods into the cloning chambers near the back of the room. The low whirling of centrifuges, and the pressurization of chemicals being pumped undercut the constant groans of Nala Se as she managed to drag herself into the room.
"Here you are my Master~" she cooed, "the new lab, we've been working–"
"We?" said Mike as he hopped off her back.
"Oh yes, I've hired some assistants–"
Nala Se was cut off by the sudden sliding of doors and from them emerged a very bottom heavy Kaminoan "man". He looked much like Nala Se, smooth facial features, big black eyes with tiny white pupils that seemed to shift, and a long neck that went down to a very slender upper body. The white cloth of his lab coat seemed to hug his chest tight all the way down to his massive boi hips and booty.
His face was neutral for the briefest moment before he shouted, "What is going on here! Who are you–mmmmhh~"
"Shut it," spat Mike, using the force to keep the alien's mouth shut as he addressed Nala Se, "who is this spritely twink?"
"His name is Jomoji Zi, Master," mewled Nala Se as she crawled behind her assistant, "and he is here to help with your projects."
Jomoji Zi clammed up, he didn't feel Mike's power on him at the moment but didn't dare speak out of turn in front of what he correctly assumed was the Prince. He had heard rumors about the sadistic teen who had a personal harem in the hundreds, but Nala Se never gave him more details. Always deflecting Jomoji Zi's concerns like they were nothing.
"Who approved this?"
"Your Queen Mother, Master," replied Nala Se, "I required more hands to manage the lesser projects as I finished the main one… Mmmnn, which is done, pending your approval!"
"I will talk with Mother later, but I am impressed with your initiative, in preparing this one~"
"Do you like him, Master!?" asked Nala Se as she grabbed Jomoji Ji's thighs, "Kima Ko should be around here if you prefer a more traditional woman?"
"Nala Se, this is humiliating," Jomoji Zi spat as his thighs were groped by his excited superior, "and not a part of my job description!"
Nala Se ignored her assistant's mewling continuing, "I made sure to feed him gallons of your cum between his genetic therapy. He should be ready for breeding now!"
"What!!!" he shouted, "you said the changes were to better please the Queen!"
"I didn't lie, the Queen is always pleased when our Lord is satisfied by his filthy Alien fuckmeat," cooed Nala Se, "Though sometimes she can get jealous."
Jomoji Zi was supposed to be a male Kaminoan but months of genetic treatments had given his body the extra thickness which Nala Se described. His hips were wide and jiggly, huge pale cake fat and extra stuffed with cellulite to the point it dipped down his thighs slightly, and his extra thick thighs were packed with enough muscles to serve the practical purpose of allowing the bottom heavy bitch–boi to walk properly.
Jomoji Zi was promised these changes would be temporary. A needed change to please the Queen who paid very well but mostly wanted women in her service. However, Jomoji Zi was quickly realizing these new assets would be a permanent fixture on his formerly masculine (for a Kaminoan) body. He cleared his throat, "Wait, no stop this! I won't stand for any more degradation of myself–"
"Then kneel while it happens," ordered Mike, using the force to push him down to his knees.
"Ahhnnggghh!" Jomoji Zi groaned, body shivering as he was forced onto his knees. His fat ass jiggled as it hit the ground, smothering his slender calves in ass flesh.
"Because you're my property now bitch boi, and I am going to use you whenever I want, understand?" Mike clasped his hand and the white robes Jomoji Zi wore were turned to shreds. The tattered cloth strips fell to the side as his snooty fag titties were exposed, two puffy pecs tipped by fat dark grey areolas and long, pointy nipples that twitched in the open air.
"But holy fuck," he continued stepping forward, "are you sure he is a man?"
Nala Se smiled as she looked over Jomoji Zi's shoulder, "Hehe, I thought he was but clearly I don't know what I was talking about~"
"Hnngghh, shu–shut up!" he sputtered as Mike pressed his cock tip against Jomoji Zi's tiny dick. The thing looked like a micro–nub, no bigger than three inches with a fat dark blue cock head. His sack was seriously oversized for his shaft, looking like a set of softballs in a smooth hairless sack.
"Can you even cum properly?" asked Mike.
"Yeeessssh!" sputtered Jomoji Zi as he felt Mike's tip press down on his sack, causing cum to bubble up from his cock tip, leaking out in thick goopy strands. The clear cum flew all over his thighs, sack and Mike's cock as he continued to tease the Kaminoan.
"Guess so, how much cum do you got in that oversized sissy sack?" Mike continued, pressing his cock tip against Jomoji Zi's sack.
"Hnnggghh, cuuh–shtttooop!" he drooled, body shivering and eyes twitching.
"Kaminoan male orgasms can last a while~" added Nala Se, "We don't breed often but when we do the orgasms tend to last for over an hour."
"Hnnhhhhho~" Jomoji Zi's tongue flopped out of his mouth as his cock continued to sputter and dribble.
"But it seems like you've broken him in a fraction of the time," said Nala Se.
"But what can be expected from a non Human," added Ventress, "meek and stupid creatures, he didn't even realize he was working on a cure for inferior males~"
"Hnngghh, fuck you!"
SLAP!
"Ahhhnngggh!"
"What a brat~" Mike slapped his cock against Jomoji Zi's chest, his length reaching up to the bitch sissy's lower neck. The pulses made Jomoji Zi shiver, every single one making his cock wag harder as it sputtered weak cum over himself.
"I think we'll need to teach this loser his place?"
"Good idea Master, it's best we correct Nala Se's staff," Replied Ventress, "make sure they know how to properly greet you in the future."
"Jomoji Zi, are you done getting the Tri-benzine bitumine–Oh my!" The group all looked over their shoulder as another Kaminoan entered from the back room.
"Ah Master, this is Kima Ko~" replied Nala Se, gesturing towards her assistant.
Kima Ko was a good foot shorter than Nala Se (though half of that height loss was due to her shorter neck). Her face was a bit chubbier than most Kaminoans, eyes ringed by purple blush. Her body was clearly changing to become a much thicker specimen of her species. Boobs fat and full, sagging half way down her distended chubby belly. Her hips widely curved into a huge booty that her lab-robes barely contained. Thighs and ass jiggling as she shivered in place, a look of shock on her face.
"Ummmm, shu–su–should I leave Nala–aaahhnnggh!" Kima Ko let out a sloppy groan, her long tongue flopping out of her mouth as she felt a pressure on her pussy.
"This one is cute, and a bit more polite but still not worthy to be part of the royal harem," commented Ventress.
"She is much better than this bitch," continued Mike, using the force to strip her down. Kima Ko's tits flopped out of her robes. Huge pale grey milkers flopped down her belly, wide areolas with puffy nub like nipples that twitched in the open air. Her belly was a bit larger than Nala Se's normal belly, sagging over her hairless mons pubis. Her slit was a dark grey with a clit that swelled and twitched as it winked from under its hood. Both her pillowy thighs squished together as she squirmed, barely held up by her surprisingly petite calves.
"Hnngggh, muh–ma'am, whu–what's happen–ehhhnnhh~" Her bright pupils dilated, large eyes trembling as she squirted, soaking her inner thighs as Mike pushed the pair to their hands and knees with the force.
"Alright sluts, here is the pecking order, since you have clearly not been informed~"
"Master rules over all of us Alien filth," spat Ventress. Her words coated with venom for the trio of Kaminoans mewling in front of Mike
"Then there is our Queen, our beloved Master's mother and Matriarch of this castle. His teachers such as myself, the Humans in Master's employ, the regular guards and then there are you dumb sluts," Ventress reached out, using the force to bring Nala Se to her hands and knees.
"Ahnngggh, Lady Ventress, pweeease~" mewled Nala Se, her nipples throbbing as they got twisted.
"Don't be so mean, Ventress." Mike gave the squirming Kaminoan a grin, "Nala Se is at least above the slaves, and might even climb a little higher if her project goes well~"
"But it amuses me listening to these useless menials mewl, I–hhnnggghh!!"
"I don't need you breaking my Royal Scientist before we've had our fun," interjected Mike, "so enjoy having a cock again while I plow Nala Se~"
Ventress shivered as she was blessed with a pristine fifteen inches of throbbing hard Night Sister cock. Her long shaft pulsed, covered in thick veins which lead up to a plump cock head half covered by foreskin. The new hairless low hanging sack she now possessed felt so full, packed to bursting with cream. Mike had gotten more powerful since she had last seen Mike. His skills in influencing others reached new heights and Ventress felt proud of her student. Even as her new girl dick throbbed in place.
"Thu–thank you," she muttered, her expression melted for a brief moment before she looked down at Nala Se, "Alright, Pencil neck, time to serve your betters!"
"Ghuuunnkk!" Nala Se didn't even have a second to react to Ventress. She used the force (a touch Nala Se was getting used to) and brought Nala Se's head down on her cock. The Kaminoans' lips wrapped around Ventress' meat, instinctively sucking on Ventress' throbbing futa cock.
"Maybe you silly genetic dead ends are good for something," spat Ventress, a smug smile on her lips as she grabbed the back of Nala Se's head and slammed more inches into her mouth. Nala Se's throat stretched to fit Ventress' girth. Her throat muscles all squeezed down on the brutal Night Sister, forming an airtight seal around her meat.
"That's the spirit~" Said Mike as he turned his attention to the two assistants, "now you two cloner pigs are going to learn how to properly serve~"
"Mmnnn, how the fuck," muttered Jomoji Zi, "it's like the size of a bantha~"
"Muh–my Lord, are you the whu–one who provided most of the genetic muh–me–material," stammered Kima Ko, her eyes fixated on Mike's pulsating pillar.
"Yup, I ruined two of the auto–milkers in the other room before Nala Se made one that could actually handle me~"
GULP~
The pair looked at Mike's meat, nervous as he continued, "hopefully Nala Se's little treatment made you both more durable."
"Buh–b–but I've never," spat Kima Ko.
"That's great cause now you got the opportunity to learn," he continued, cock throbbing between the pair, "Unless you want me to take control again~"
"No sir–"
"My lord or Master will do," interjected Mike.
"No Master, please Master," stammered Jomoji Zi, afraid of being used like a force bound puppet, "I will try myself~"
The pair of Kaminoan cum slurpers (in the making) did the best they could trying to serve Mike's titanic meat. Their eyes slowly moved towards Nala Se, hoping for guidance but all they saw was her expertly sucking Ventress' huge girl dick. Her salivated groans filled the lab as they meekly started to stroke Mike's meat.
"Oh g–gu–gods, it's like a Bantha's," muttered Kima Ko.
"And it smells like one, snort–mmnn~" added Jomoji Zi.
"Come on, sluts, I don't have all day," he barked, getting annoyed, "You better put those genetically enhanced throats to work or–"
"I'll gu–go first!" Kima Ko shouted, her expression shifting to wide eyed desperation as she swallowed the first few inches of Mike's meat. Her jaw loosened and she moved forward, managing to take over ten inches before she stopped, and shifted to sucking Mike's cock.
"Not quite a passing grade but better than expected," commented Mike as he looked at them with a glare of superiority only a royal could have.
Jomoji Zi took the hint and started to slurp what his sister cock cleaner couldn't swallow on her first attempt. His long light pink tongue tickled Mike's pulsing veins on the way down to the base of his cock. At this point Jomoji Zi couldn't hide the fact (from himself) that he was starting to enjoy Mike's scent. The hot smell of Human ball musk hit his brain like a death stick, making his dopamine receptors fire off as his cock kept sputtering out his weak load.
"Your turn sissy-boi~" ordered Mike as Kima Ko's lips popped off his dick. Long strands of spit broke as her lips pulled back from Mike's fat cock head.
"Ahhnnggh, duh–don't worry," muttered Kima Ko, "isssh, nuh–not so bad after the first half a foot…"
Jomoji Zi snuggled up beside his colleague, lips kissing Mike's acrid cock head. To his shame it tasted good, he loved the flavour of cock on his tongue and so did Kima Ko. The stuttering strumpet quickly returned to slobbering over Mike's meat, her long neck made it easy to lick down over a foot of cock, and her fingers were long enough to properly jerk his cock while Jonji Ko kissed his cock head.
"Good boi, but let's get Mike a little deeper in your throat~"
"Ghhnnuuunnk!" Jomoji Ji snorted, his throat bulging as he was forced to take more inches of Mike's meat. He had surprising strength (for a Human), easily forcing more cock into Jomoji's windpipe. His genetically enhanced throat stretched in response, making enough room to fit over half of Mike's shaft.
"Surprising, the bitch is a natural cock sucker," teased Mike.
"Mmnnnhh, d–d–does my tongue feel good, Master," drooled Kima Ko, sputtering as she tried her best to serve Mike.
"It's alright, but make sure you give my balls some attention~"
"Hhhnnn, yes my Lord," snorted Kima Ko, "Hnngggh, s–suh–so hard…"
Kima Ko's face pressed between Mike's nuts as her tongue got to work. The tip of her tongue lapped between his heavy nuts as her spare hands jerked the length free from Jomoji Zi's throat. Her piggish grunts filled the lab, all intelligence leaving her eyes as she snorted ball stink. The taste of Mike's sweat rolling around her tongue as her mind turned to mush.
"How is Nala Se doing, Ventress?" Mike poked his head over his shoulder just in time to see Ventress busting a fat nut down Nala Se's throat. A torrent of her freshly made nut filled Nala Se's stomach.
"Mmmnnhh, better than expected," Ventress bit her lip, keeping a grip on Ventress' head as she kept sucking, "I was not, hnnnnggh, expecting her to suck so hard!"
"She's a natural nut slut, just like these two~"
"Ahhnnggghh, huh–how the hell haven't you cum," drooled Jomoji Zi.
"I've got a fair bit more resistance than your leaky clitty," Mike slapped his big white meat stick against Jomoji Zi's face, causing the sissy to spurt harder. The ropes of clear cum that excited his cock managed to pelt his pecs.
Jomoji's Zi's expression melted, eyes twitching as Mike ordered, "Now bend over. It's time to break you both in."
"Hnnggh, yuh–yes Master," drooled Jomoji Zi. His pride had been utterly crushed by Mike's meat, and what replaced it was a lust for hot white dick. It made his sissy boi brain go crazy, he was pretty sure he was literally permanently losing IQ points for even minutes he spent snorting Mike's superior man stink.
Jomoji Zi crawled back, prostrating himself on the ground with his cellulite stuffed cake pushing towards Mike. His cheeks wobbled obscenely as he looked back and pulled his ass apart with one hand, showing off his puffy bright grey butthole. There was fear in his bright eyes as he begged, "please… I never had–"
"Don't worry, all you stupid sissy bois learn how to take it pretty quick~" Mike replied as he slapped his shaft between Jomoji Zi's ass cheeks.
"Mmmnnm, thu–that's guuuud," he drooled, eyes crossing as he felt Mike's cock press against his anus.
"That or you'll break and be given to the soldiers as a cheap fuck sleeve!"
"What!?! I don't wanna break–aahhnnngggh," Jomoji Zi's tongue flopped out of his mouth as he felt Mike's meat stretching out his anus.
"Relax~ I am sure Nala Se's minor genetic treatments will make you stretchy enough!" Mike grunted the last couple words, his meat penetrating deeper into the freshly minted bitch boi's butt.
"Guuuuhhnn…" Jomoji Zi's tongue fell out of his mouth as his face shifted to a confused mix of fear and reluctant pleasure.
"Muh–muh–Master!" mewled Kima Ko as she licked up the half of Mike's shaft that was exposed, "may I have a turn n–nu–next!"
"You won't have to wait," replied Mike in a nonchalant tone as more of his inches were swallowed by Jomoji Zi's anus, "I'll be finishing with the both of you at the same time."
"Ummmm," she paused mid lick, "What do you mean? Should I—ghhuuunnk!"
Kima Ko collapsed mid sentence as she felt something enter her gushing cunt. A large pulsating shaft that felt so real that Kima Ko could literally feel the veins swelling against her folds. She just assumed Mike might alternate between her and Jimoji Zi, instead he was using his weird powers to fuck every Kaminoan in the room, and Ventress too!
"Ahhhnngggh, Master not so sudden," snorted Ventress. Her eyes fluttered as she felt Mike's meat press down on her prostate. The massive white meat filled her cunt to the brim, nearly bringing Ventress to her knees but she stood firm. Even as Nala Se got stuffed she didn't stop sucking Ventress's meat.
"GHUUUNNK!
"GHUUNNNKK!"
Nala Se's throat clamped down on Ventress' meat as her womb was impaled by a copy of Mike's meat. A shock went through Nala Se's body, causing her throat muscles to tighten as she tried desperately to milk another load out of Ventress' new cock. The need to drain more cum consumed the brain fucked Kaminoan, Mike's meat did more to motivate her than slow her down.
"Hnngggh, slow down you dumb cock whore," spat Ventress, through gritted teeth, "I'm going to cum again if you keep going that hard~"
Ventress leaned against the table behind her and gripped the edge as Nala Se's lips formed a vacuum section on Ventress' cock. Her lips extended down the Night Sister's meat, slurping down every last drop of pre-cum that Ventress leaked. A look of pure, reluctant pleasure grew across her face. Eyes half open and teeth clenched as she tried her best not to blast another load down the greedy Kaminoans' throat.
"I'm sure you both will be like her one day," said Mike as he turned back to the pair of alien sluts. Kima Ko's face was pressed between his nuts, her long light pink tongue wriggling like a snake, slurping the sweat off Mike's heavy nuts. While on the ground Jomoji's brain broke and so did his P-spot! The alien sissy bitch threw his ass back, moving his hips like a crazed whore.
"Ghhhhggg, hhnngggh, aaahhnnggh snoooorrt~!" Jomoji Zi's voice broke, unable to form proper words he could only grunt like a dumb fuck sow as his poor swollen prosate was ground into mush. The genetic treatments allowed his body to survive being broken by Mike's huge white meat, but his mind had melted into slop. The Kaminoan boi might've completely forgotten that he ever liked girls. Both his huge oversized nuts were swollen, his pathetic micro clit leaking out tons of his seedless masochist cum.
"Pathetic, you made the laboratory so filthy." Mike teased, spying the puddles that had formed between the pair's legs, "you've gotten your juices everywhere like a bunch of dumb pigs!"
"Sqqquueee!" grunted the pair as they felt Mike slam into their holes.
"You'll have to lick the floors clean after I am done filling you!"
"Hhnnggghh, buuiii buiiii!" The pair groaned like wild animals as their holes were pumped full of Mike's cum for the first time. Their bellies expanded as liters of his hot white cum packed into their depths. Jomoji Zi's lower intestine was clogged by semi solid genetic sludge, enough to make his belly press against the floor. Kima Ko's womb was utterly ruined, Mike's seed stuffed itself all the way up her fallopian tubes, trying desperately to impregnate every single egg she had ever produced.
While Ventress and Nala Se took Mike's loads like the experienced whores they were. Their bellies were used to getting packed full of seed. Nala Se's belly distended with her Master's seed, and she never stopped sucking Ventress. Her thick lips kept an airtight seal as she gobbled down a new load of thick, gloopy Night Sister cum without pause. Her little nostrils flaring as she sucked back air, determined to drink every last drop.
Ventress hung on for dear life, keeping an iron tight grip on the table edge as her balls were sucked dry. Both her smooth and heavy nuts tensed up to her shaft, her lips curved into a sloppy O-face as she felt Nala Se's lips extend down her shaft. The alien whore was literally sucking out Ventress' soul as her Master's tip swelled, blasted her full, and clogged up her womb with cum.
"Nasty little sluts, you all squirted over the floor," grunted Mike as he pulled out of Jomoji Zi's ass, "what do you have to say for yourself?"
"Uhhnngggghh…" The pair groaned, letting out soft grunts as they laid passed out on the floor. Kima Ko's face laid in a puddle of splooge that leaked out of Jomoji Zi's ass. Her tongue had rolled out of her mouth and was slowly lashing at the thick puddle of genetic fuck sludge that was slowly pooling from the bitch's permanently ruined asshole, while her own nearly prolapsed pussy leaked a creamy stream of Mike's seed.
"It's to be expected, I will have to punish you both once you wake up~"
"Thank you for the loads, Lady Ventress," moaned Nala Se as she popped her lips off Ventress' cock.
"Mmnnhhh, fucking whore," muttered Ventress, her voice low as she struggled to stand.
"Are you two finished?" asked Mike, looking over his shoulder at the pair.
"Mmnnhh, yes Master," groaned Ventress as a large amount of cum oozed from her pussy, glazing the back of her balls and her inner thighs.
"Thank you for using my assistants, Master. Do you wish to continue using me?" Nala Se picked herself off the ground, anus packed full of spunk.
"Hmmmm, yes~"
"Thank you, Master!" Nala Se's expression lit up as Mike spoke his words, she was about to roll onto her back and spread her legs, but…
"We should hear about your work first~" continued Mike.
"Yes of course my Lord," replied Nala Se a bit disappointed as she stumbled to her feet, "please follow me to the gene labs~"
"Would you like a break, Ventress?" asked Mike as he looked over his shoulder.
"Uhhhnnggh, mmnn–if that sow is fine, then I am too!" Ventress stood to her feet, bloated cum belly pushing down on her cock as she rose to her feet.
"Well then don't keep me waiting," continued Mike, "Nala Se's already moving~"
"Please follow me my Master, I must show you the work~"
Mike followed behind with Ventress trailing slightly behind the pair. Her steps clumsy, and accented with large globs of cum leaking from her packed cunt. She stumbled into the back room, eyes wide as she took in the sights of the impressive cloning lab.
The entire room had been expanded greatly, consuming the next two floors above and below the original construction. For a solid two floors there were large glass tubes attached to main columns. Large mechanical supports that served as structures to anchor the tubes and wires that ran between the pods and snaked up the supports. Catwalks moved between the pillars, allowing for easy access to many of the pillars. However, Nala Se made her way towards a side room, a kind of observatory for the cloning lab at large.
"Mmmnnh, this is more like a factory than a lab," muttered Ventress, managing to catch up as her cum leaked over the glass floors.
"It is, this is simply the proof of concept. Designed to help smooth out any possible problems that may occur with larger batches," said Nala Se.
"Neat," added Mike looking around the room. He could spy mostly grown Night Sisters like ventress only packed with muscle like big hairless wookies~
"The real facility will be much larger once real funds are acquired… mmnnghh, with Master's approval," muttered Nala Se, giving Mike a loving look.
"Most of these look empty at the moment," spat Ventress, "I hope all this equipment isn't for show."
"Hmmmm, she is right," commented Mike.
"Yes Master, we are at one third capacity but we should be at full capacity in the coming months once the remaining tanks have been prepared," she continued, "I sadly don't have the Kaminoan facilities or your legions of Night Sisters would be finished already~"
"Very good," said Mike, "feel free to clone more Kaminoans if you need help, you are free to use my DNA if need be~"
"Mmmmnnhh, you are too kind," moaned Nala Se, "but for now I have an ample supply of genetic material thanks to your cumtoilet~"
Nala Se walked over to a Kaminoan computer console, probably hand made considering the limited resources they could get shipped from Kamino thanks to the Empire. After entering a quick bit of coordinates the lab started to move, a nearby pillar shifted and near the back of the small observatory room a back wall opened and inside was the Night mother.
The former Matriarch of the Night Sisters coven was bound and gagged. Her latex clad body was gently cradled between slender mechanical tendrils that snaked between her tits and around her hips like shibari. Over her extra wide areolas were two large cups that drew out a near constant stream of milk. Connected to all her holes were large tubes which Mike could no doubt guess the purpose.
"Aaahh, so this is what happened to my cumtoilet," he continued, "I did miss pissing on her face every morning and had to use ventress today~"
"It was my pleasure, Master," muttered Ventress as she leaned on the door frame, still feeling kinda weak.
"She is the main source of genetic material for the Night Sister clones," continued Nala Se, "and her production increases when I implant some of your sweet fuck sludge in her old womb. It's almost as if she's desperate to be knocked up~"
"Then keep her for as long as you like," said Mike, nodding along, "she might as well serve some use beyond amusing me."
"I will provide a new Night Sister to serve as your cum–toilet," added Ventress.
"Thanks to the Queen's funding we've been able to expand considerably on the genetic programing angle," she continued with pride in her voice as she sat at attention like a trained bitch, "My assistants have been invaluable in programing the raw genetic sequences required to complete the various projects~"
"I get the hint bitch~"
SLAP!
"Mmmhhhhnn~" Nala Se let out a groan as Mike's meat slapped her doughy ass cheeks.
"You can keep your assistants, just make sure to train them a bit in between their duties. I don't want worthless fuckholes on my staff."
"Of course my Master, anything you want," cooed Nala Se, rubbing her butt against his cock, "I should have a force of Night Sisters brainwashed and ready for combat within a year or two."
"Impressive, I didn't know the clones were made like this," muttered Mike.
"Oooh, how did you think they were made, Master?"
"Dunno, kinda assumed it was just a big breeding farm."
"We aren't such a crude species," replied Nala Se, blushing slightly, "Besides such a natural process would be too slow for my Prince."
"You're right about that," said Mike as his eyes peered over the Night Mother's bound, drooling body.
"Mike," muttered Ventress, moving from the doorway, "We have some visitors."
"My Prince," announced a pair of Night Sister guards.
The pair arrived, standing at attention. Their glistening black latex suites showing off all their curves and muscles, keeping tight to all their contours. Each of their reflective black facemasks looked over to the Prince as they kept Mae and Osha slung over their shoulders.
"What are these two doing here?" asked Mike, getting annoyed at the sudden interruption.
"The new meat is done being inked." replied one of the Night Sisters as they picked up the twins and showed off their new tattoos.
A set of matching Queen of Hearts womb tattoos with impressive royal filigree underlining the hearts. Over their right thigh was the phrase, "Mike's Bleached Meat" and snaking around the other thigh was a long Queen of hearts grapevine which reached above their upper knee.
"We were instructed that you wanted them modified further."
"So we came to Nala Se like usual~" added the other Night Sister.
"Very good," said Mike, "Nala Se, make sure these two are turned into proper drones. I just need them to function as force batteries, and cumdumpsters as needed~"
Nala Se turned her ass around, and entered some codes on the computer as she continued, "Send them to Pillar A-0027 and A-0028, those two are free. Once they are loaded you may lick Master' cum out of my Assistant's holes~"
"Yes ma'am," replied the pair before they marched out of the observatory. The doors behind the pair slowly slid closed.
"Ordering around my slaves now?" asked Mike, giving Nala Se's ass another smack.
"Mmmhhhn, only when it serves you~"
"Speaking of, how about breaking the species barrier?"
"Oh yes, I've completed the procedure a few times an it's born fruit–"
"What!" shouted Ventress.
"Ahhkkk!" she pulled Nala Se to her feet with the force. Her thick body quaking as she landed, hunched over, meeting Ventress' steely gaze.
"I demand this procedure be done on me, slave." Ventress gave her a stern look, "If impregnation is possible I want to be the first."
"Ummmmnn, that's…" Nala Se looked at Ventress like a trapped animal, one of her eyes peered back to Mike, literally begging for his intercession. She wasn't sure what to say to please the both of them, and the fact her brain was still hazy didn't help.
"Calm down Ventress, you can have the procedure done," added Mike, taking pity on his royal scientist.
"Mmmnnh, it can be done but takes a solid two weeks of genetic therapy," Nala Se looked at Ventress with a trembling lip as he eyes married, "May I–"
"Do what you need."Nala Se nodded as she turned her attention back to the computer. The side room containing the Nightmother closed and returned back to whatever side room Nala Se saw fit to store the broken matriarch, turned genetic seedbed. A dull mechanical whirl filled the room for a moment before the doors slid open to reveal an empty pod. The interior had bright white pads along the back. Bright tubes of pink fluid ran along the sides, casting a neon glow over the cushions.
"Here you go Mistress Ventress," continued Nala Se as meekly as possible, "Master has already filled you with seed so the procedure should go well~"
"This entire thing needs my cum to function?"
"Yes Master, your divine Human seed is exactly what we need to bridge the gap," she said, licking her lips, "In fact, you could fill her more. It would make the procedure more effective."
"I see no reason not to—ahhhhnngghh~" Ventress let out a groan as Mike force pushed her to the ground. Her huge tits pressing against the cold white metal floor as Mike's power beared down on Ventress' back. Ventress reeled, guttural groans escaped her throat as she felt her fat girl cock throb against her stomach.
"Don't be so dramatic, you're a tough bitch." Mike mounted Ventress, crawling up on her fat bubble booty. His legs sunk into her firm wobble meat and his cock pressed up her asshole.
"Hnnggghhh, Mike I'm still—"
"I said calm your tits bitch!"
"Uuhhhhhnnnggh!"
PLAP!
Mike's balls slapped against Ventress' ass as his meat entered her asshole. His voice was a bit gruff as he spat, "You're the one who wanted more attention and I'm going to give it to you!"
"Ahhnngggh, yeeesssh!" grunted Ventress as Mike rutted inside her anus, balls deep and cock swelling to enormous sizes. A loud thud reverberated in the room as Ventress felt her bulged belly slap against the floor. Her fat girl dick still hard and throbbing, pushing up against her cumflated bulge as it remained rock hard.
"Fuck up my guts, turn my body into your cheap Alien fuck sleeve," she seethed, teeth grit as a double orgasm rattled her brain. The sensation of having her G&P spots milked at the same time was too much and quickly Ventress's brain was devolving into slop~
"Master, may I clean your divine seed off the floor?" asked Nala Se, prostrating her thick body before Mike.
"Oh yeah, I guess Ventress is leaking waaaay too much…"
"HHHnnggghhh, fuuuccchs!" snorted Ventress, letting out a sloppy piggish groan as Mike used his Force cock to plug her pussy to, giving the poor oversensitive Nightsister a double rutting. The outline of his double dicks deformed Ventress' belly, destroying her pristine abs as they were pushed against the floor. Her fat girl dick was nearly crushed by the distention, and was forced to poke off to the side where a near infinite number of ropes blasted from her cock over the laboratory floor.
"Mmmnn, Master you're so kind," moaned Nala Se with hearts in her eyes.
"That should keep Ventress from leaking out too much…" Mike paused as he watched her cock sputter and shoot multiple ropes before continuing, "now, that should stop her from leaking too much of my cum~"
"Of course Master, but do not worry, I promise to to let your superior white seed go to waste," moaned Nala Se, her voice dripping with need, "every single sperm cell you produce is precious and–"
"I know, I know, now stop yapping and put that mouth to use polishing my rim," Mike wiggled his twinky man ass, hypnotising Nala Se with his tight pink hole, "Ventress is getting loose and might need help making me cum quick~"
"Hnngggh, thank you my god!" she squealed, crawling forward. Her long spindly fingers grabbed Mike's hips as her lips pressed against his sweaty hole, "Mmmwwaaah, mwwaaah, I am a stupid pencil neck ass cleaner, unfit to worship your godly hole, mwwaah, mwaaaah~"
"Give yourself some credit, you're at least good enough to be my royal cock cleaner–mmm~"
Nala Se couldn't stop herself and quickly shoved her tongue deeper into Mike's asshole. Her sloppy spit slicked length wriggled into Mike's anal contours, pressing down on his fat prostate as his twin meats leaked tons of pre-cum into Ventress' holes. The smell of his hot short ball musk alone was enough to fry Nala Se's brain, reducing her massive IQ to the single digits as she slurped up ass sweat with glee.
"Calm down a bit you dumb whore, you'll make me cum too quick if you go that hard," barked Mike, but his words fell on deaf ears.
Hnnngggh, snooorrt, snooorrt! Cuummssshh, shuuuh, guuud," drooled Nala Se as any intelligence left her eyes.
Mike grit his teeth, "Cloner whore, you better let–mmnn!"
"Hnnggghhmm, snooorrt, snooorrt~"
"Fine, then take this you dumb lanklet whore!"
"Hnnnaaaahhh!" Nala Se let out a scream of pleasure which reverberated through the lab as Mike's double force dicks entered both her holes.
"Hahaha, take it you nasty bitches," he grunted, rutting harder inside both girls. He could feel their brains breaking through the force. The surge of pleasure reduces the pair to nothing more than squirting, groaning animals that were built for sex. Ventress herself couldn't form words anymore, and just let out gutter groans as her permanently leaking girl dick blasted rope after rope of girl cum over the once pristine white floors.
However, Nala Se felt like the real winner. Her Master loved her work enough to allow her to clean his superior asshole while he buried his godly dick in his bitch servant. Stuff that stupid Alien whore Master, soon they'll all be you dumb cock pigs, she thought as her tongue pressed hard on Mike's prostate. The honour was clearly hers, she'd get to be Mike's bloated brood sow for a couple hours, and hopefully be knocked up with triplets.
"Fine you've convinced me," grunted Mike as he started to cum, "let's boost up your species number a little–mmnnhh, bit~"
The pair let out a pair of groans, Ventress was loud enough to make the Nightsisters currently "cleaning" the labs perk up. While Nala Se's groans of pure bliss were muffled by Mike's man ass. Their bellies were packed full of cum, nearly bursting as their inflated midsections pressed against the ground. It would have been enough to make most breeding livestock tired, but at the moment Mike just looked slightly sweaty.
"Good work girls, I'm feeling surprisingly satisfied."
"Uhhhnggghh~" groaned the pair, their brains both equally short circuiting from the constant jolts of pleasure.
Mike pulled out of Ventress' ass, causing a torrent of his thick cream to spill over the floor as he slowly climbed off her butt. He looked at Ventress' gaping dark purple hole, huffing as he said, "Fuck teacher you've always got the tightest ass~"
"Yuuuhhh–huuuhhn, I live to please, massshter~" drooled Ventress, her eyes twitching as her girl cock kept blasting ropes of her thick and nasty girl cum over the floor.
"Think you can make use of her genetic fuck sludge?" asked Mike, looking over his shoulder.
"Mmmhhhnn~" Nala Se nodded as she pulled her face out from between Mike's cheeks. Her long, spit slicked tongue popped out of his twinky man cheeks, still lashing the air as she moaned, "Yuuuhhhn, huuuhn~ I'd love to leave her in the milking machine for a couple days, discover the thickness and quality of Ventress' seed."
"Hnnggh, fucking Pencil neck," sneered Ventress, wheezing her words, "I'm not some cow for your to milk, I–"
"Hush, brood bitch," grunted Mike as he force pushed Ventress' limp body into the pod.
"Ahhnngggh, but–"
"I'm going to have Nala Se put her work to the test, so make sure to do your best and help her out~" Mike blew Ventress a kiss as the pod closed shut, causing the anesthesia procedures to start. Within a minute the tank was flooded with a bright pink liquid and Ventress had fallen asleep, her body twitching as the strange fluid filled her mouth and gaping fuck–holes.
"Thank you for your precious seed my Master," Nala Se cooed as she crawled to Mike's feet, stomach bloated and full but her eyes were still very hungry. The desire to milk her Master was still very powerful. A need to please her Lord filled her entire being, consuming her mind. She'd happily do just about anything for Mike, no matter how degrading or immoral!
"You're welcome," replied Mike as he slapped his meat down the center of Nala Se's face, "now what do you say?"
"May I clean your godly white meat?" she begged, panting like a bitch in heat.
"You may."
"Oh thank you my Lord~"
"There'll be more rewards for your work," added Mike. He paused looking at Ventress in the pod. The mechanical process had already begun, filling her new station with some kind of bio–fluid. It gave her an almost ethereal look; close to the Nightmother who was still being milked nearby. Mike had zero understanding of the process but trusted Nala Se to deliver in her promises.
"Though first we should finish here," he continued.
"Snooorrt, mmmhhhmmn," Nala Se's nose holes flared as she spoke. Her tongue lashing against Mike's massive cock head as she groaned, "I am–hnnggh, your stupid Alien breeding sow first and foremost~"
"Of course, and I promise not to tell Mother it was probably you or Ventress who got knocked up first," continued Mike, giving her a knowing smile.
"Mmmnnh, my apologies Master but snoooorrtt," Nala Se's drool dripped off her lips as she kissed Mike's meat, "Mmmnnaaah, yuh–your Mandalorian guards came to me a month ago and I confirmed they were three weeks along."
"Honestly, I am surprised they didn't get knocked up already~"
"Mmmm, also I had the computer start scanning our bodies while you bred Ventress and I," Nala Se pointed out a screen that had all kinds of data in Kaminoan besides head shots of Ventress and Nala Se.
"I assume that means I knocked you up too?"
"Yes Master, mwwwaaaah, mwaaaah~" she cooed, "I hope I didn't overstep but I wanted to finally be your baby breeder!"
"It's expected," Mike shrugged, relaxed in spite of the news he'd be a father, "and Mother was going to find out eventually that someone else was going to be first," he continued, "but enough of that silly stuff. You have my permission to turn your little brain off and clean my meat~"
"Ahhhnnggh, oohhn~ thank you my Master, I adore you," drooled Nala Se. Her jaw opened wide, almost looking like it might unhinge like a snake as she swallowed the Majority of Mike's meat. Her sloppy tongue wrapped around his cock and already Mike could feel her many throat muscles contract and squeeze. So many muscles all working perfectly to make sure every single sperm cell had been removed from Mike's cock.
"All that genetic modification just to suck my cock," Mike teased, watching Nala Se's lips press against the base of his meat.
"Mmmhhhhnn~" Nala Se pulled back, stroking Mike's now spit glazed meat with her hands as she managed to pull an entire foot of meat from her throat with no trouble.
"Your size is divine, Master. Even among Human specimens," Nala Se's breath was heavy as she continued to kiss his tip, "my species was not equipped to–"
"Yeah, yeah~" Mike pressed his cock against her cheek as he continued, "You could've half assed this little project. I only remembered this place because you took my cum toilet, and mother gets distracted with dozens of new projects. You could of half–assed it~"
"No," blurted Nala Se, "I wouldn't–"
"What? Is your work ethic too strong," asked Mike, clearly joking, but–
"Of course, my genetic engineering is second to none! Without my work your cock would literally kill the useless fuck meat of the galaxy but now even impregnation is possible. A miracle born of your thick genetic fuck–sludge, " she cooed, unable to hide her pride as she drooled, "You've even made a frigid Kaminoan bitch into your your horny baby breeder. I was told I'd never give birth to a single offspring, but in eleven months my clutch will fully gestate. In under a decade they will be completely matured and ready to serve you in whatever capacity you see fit. Why would I delay this with shoddy work?""