&nbsp; &nbsp;"The Emperor devised a punishment for me after the destruction of the Death Star," Vader said softly, each word of gynoid voice a sensual invitation. He glanced over his shoulder at Luke. "Whatever the alterations, you will still find me a formidable opponent."<br /> Luke couldn't believe what he was seeing. "Why serve such a cruel Master?" he pleaded to the Sith lord sealed within the chassis of the sex droid. "There's still time to join me, to join the Rebellion. "There is still good in you, father, I know there-"<br /> Luke's words faltered. Vader's lightsaber had tumbled from his soft silicone fingers, made more for caressing cock than holding a weapon, and he was bent forward reaching for it, the thick mounds of his rubber ass thrust into the air.<br /> The ghostly voice of Old Ben Kenobi echoed in Luke's mind. "Don't even think about it, Luke. A Sith lord will stop at nothing to lure you to the Dark Side... Luke?! Luke, are you even listening to me? Luke?!"